The Dogs of War

Come on! Get the lead out!

Run the f***ers over!

Come on, Jamie!

Come on! Get up!

Get up!

This plane is for members of

the provisional government only.

Which of your men do I kill

to make room for mine?

Get in! Get in!

Straight ahead.

Everybody look straight ahead.

Stop it!

This man's dead! Get him out!

He's alive, you pimp!

Everybody comes with me

goes home.

Let's go.

Let's see this thing fly!

What name have you given

to your child?

Richard Patrick Miller.

And what do you ask of

God's Church for your child?

Baptism.

If your faith makes you ready

to accept this responsibility...

renew now the vows

of your own baptism.

Reject sin.

Profess faith in Jesus Christ.

This is

the faith of the Church...

This is the faith

in which this child...

is about to be baptized.

Do you reject Satan?

- I do.

- I do.

And all his works?

- I do.

- Yes, I do.

And all his empty promises?

- I do.

- I do.

Let me hear from you.

I want to know

how the kid's doing.

Where he goes to school.

All that.

When Richard deserted

in Vietnam...

I wish you'd had him arrested...

instead of bringing him back

and covering for him.

He was yours after that.

He wanted you to be

the baby's godfather...

so you are.

Don't come around anymore,

please.

Come on, Jamie!

No mail.

What is this, Watergate again?

Don't give me

that Watergate stuff.

- Look at you.

- What's the matter with me?

I was good enough for you

when you married me.

I can't stand looking at you.

No wonder I haven't

got any money to...

I work 14 hours a day...

Do dogs get too fat?

Now, we also heard

of a woman in Los Angeles...

who will write a song

for your dog.

You send her a picture

of your pet...

along with a biography

and $75...

and she'll send you

a cassette...

a musical portrait

of your pooch.

You got any money?

What's it to you?

You can al ways be a beggar

when you grow up.

Endean?

No, I don't know him.

How'd you get up here?

Yes.

The corporate interests

I represent...

contemplate investing several

hundred million dollars...

in the development of

certain resources in Zangaro.

- Where?

- West Africa.

Do you read the papers,

Mr. Shannon?

The president, Olu Kimba,

is frequently on the front page.

Yeah. Go on.

Before money is invested

in Zangaro...

we have to know a lot more...

about the stability

of Kimba's regime.

Is a coup d'tat imminent...

or even possible?

We have to know.

You can get that information

through an embassy.

Who the hell do you think

has diplomatic relations...

with a maniac like Kimba?

I don't know.

Mr. Shannon, the world is

running short of commodities.

One day,

we'll go to war over rice.

The job pays $10,000.

Fifteen.

Half tomorrow,

the rest when I get back.

It's only a reconnaissance.

- Did you steal this?

- No.

- You sure?

- I don't steal.

- You got 35 to 100.

- That's good.

What do you know

about bird-watching?

Ornithology.

Don't stand right under them.

- How long you'll be gone?

- A week.

Watch yourself, Jamie.

- Red on red?

- Pull it out.

I'm not back in a month

to two years...

you and Drew come get me.

You bet.

He was in here last week.

He wanted me to go

bear-hunting with him...

in Canada

with a bow and arrow.

Smart.

Seemed like a damn messy way

to be killed to me.

- He go?

- I don't know.

He told me about the baptism.

That's damn fine.

You'll be a hell of a godfather.

I'll see you.

You got a godfather?

Going in with

such a conspicuous cover...

is unnecessarily risky.

I need a reason

to be there with a camera.

Go as a tourist.

Don't worry about it.

What the hell is a tourist

doing in Zangaro?

- I've no idea.

- Right.

A reconnaissance is no good

if you don't come back.

I al ways come back.

PI ease sit up

and fasten your seat belt.

Thank you.

Brown?

Keith Brown, yes.

What business do you have

in Zangaro?

I work for a nature magazine.

I take pictures of birds.

Pictures of birds.

Yes.

In there.

Attention, please.

Here is

an important announcement.

Visitors to Zangaro

are warned...

that there is a curfew

in the city of Clarence...

between 6 p.m. And 6 a.m.

Do you have a drinking problem,

Mr. Brown?

I thought there might be

a problem with the water.

There is.

Your pockets, please.

Spanish. French.

This is

Military Order number 602.

Long live President Kimba.

Airport tax.

What's that for, sport?

Importation tax.

Wel come to Zangaro.

Can I give you

a lift into town, my son?

Yes. Thank you.

Is this your first trip

to Zangaro?

Yes.

Wel come to Clarence.

Thanks again.

Good-bye. God bless.

Hello.

My name is Keith Brown.

I cabled you about a room.

Brown.

We've received no cable,

Mr. Brown.

I sent it last week.

The telegraph system

is somewhat irregular.

How long do you wish

to stay with us?

Four or five days.

You got something quiet,

maybe in the back?

Foreigners are restricted

to the second floor.

Whatever you got

with its own shower.

Your passport, please.

Do you need that?

It will be returned to you

when you leave.

You will have... room 12.

Mr. Brown, your jeep is outside.

Great.

In my jungle,

you'd be just another a**hole.

Keep turning on the boy.

Keep shooting.

Listen, we've got permission...

Watch the jeep!

Take it easy.

Everything's all right.

This way.

Ken, keep it on the boy.

Good evening, Mr. Brown.

Did you get many pictures?

That guy you sent me

this morning isn't working out.

I didn't send him.

We can't make a film

about your bloody country...

from the hotel lobby,

for Christ's sake!

Thank you very kindly.

Lousy bastards.

Jeez. That kid, eh?

Aw, bastards.

Bastards!

Leave it, for Christ's sake.

We'll be out of here

by the end of the week.

How about a beer?

Beer, Alan?

Bollocks!

Having some trouble, Mr. North?

Just a fundamental difference...

about the value of human life,

Mr. Dexter.

Nothing that need concern you.

Stupid question,

but any messages for me?

The wireless is still out.

Is it expected in soon?

Mr. North, this is

Mr. Keith Brown, an American.

That shouldn't be too much

of a language barrier.

Shall we give it a try?

Beer?

Sure.

What about the Russians?

There were a couple

of mining engineers...

in here a few months ago,

doing some kind of survey.

The Russians

must have got onto it...

and sent these two down.

They haven't been able

to get a government permit.

Poor bastards

are losing their minds.

Put on your party smile.

Good evening.

President Kimba.

President.

Mr. Keith Brown.

American naturalist.

How you doing?

President Kimba shares

your interest in our wildlife...

especially our native birds.

Drink.

Sure.

Very kind.

Here's to you.

Due to his

many responsibilities...

President Kimba

doesn't have the time...

to research

the scientific names...

of some of our rare species.

Busy, busy, busy.

Drink.

No. One for my father.

So kind.

It would please

the president enormously...

if you could give him

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