The Eiger Sanction
- R
- Year:
- 1975
- 129 min
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1
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(SOFT PIANO PLAYING)
(CREAKING)
Who is it?
(GULPS)
(GROANING)
MAN 1:
What'd you have to kill him for?
MAN 2:
Shut up.Now that the school year's
coming to a close,
many of you will be going forth to prove
how cleverly you can run the world.
More power to you as you take
your turn in the barrel.
Some of you will continue
with your education.
Some of you, I hope, will continue
with your interest in art.
Some of you will have other
interests, other talents.
If we've learned
nothing else this year,
I hope you've learned the
stupidity of the statement
that art belongs to the world.
'Cause art belongs to the
cultured who can appreciate it.
The majority of the great unwashed
does not fit into this category.
And neither, I'm sorry
to say, do most of you.
(BELL RINGS)
(STUDENTS CHEERING)
Dr. Hemlock.
I just wanted to tell you how much
I've never felt this
close to art before.
How nice.
But I have a problem.
How terrible.
Well, you see, if I don't keep my B
average, I'm gonna lose my scholarship,
and I really don't think I'm gonna
do so well in your final exam.
I mean, I've gained a whole
but sometimes you can't always put
your true feelings down on paper.
How true.
do to get a better grade...
I mean, I'd be willing
to do anything.
Anything at all. Really.
Do you realize the
implications of that offer?
Are you busy this evening?
No.
You live alone?
Oh, well, my roommate's
gone for the week.
Good.
Then,
go on home,
break out the books and
study your little ass off.
That's the best way
to maintain a B average.
Oh, uh... Don't study it all off.
Why didn't you boff
the little quiff?
'Cause I don't pick on
students or drunks.
Get your feet off my desk.
I'm sorry, Pope, but working for
you people no longer amuses me.
C-2 isn't too interested
in what amuses you, pal.
That's odd, being as your organization
has spent so much time and effort
in trying to give the
rest of the world a laugh.
You can remind Dragon
that I'm retired.
You still here?
Now really, you don't expect
me to just walk out that door,
do you, sweetheart?
Either through the door or through
the window. It's your choice.
Now look, pal...
Get your feet off my desk!
Now look here, buddy...
Don't call me "buddy,"
"pal," or "sweetheart."
(CHUCKLES)
If I wasn't under orders,
I would...
Your superior? Well, that doesn't
narrow the field much, does it?
and right away, pal.
(GROANING)
I told you not to call me "pal."
Mr. Dragon's not gonna like this.
How long have you worked
for Dragon, Pope?
Twelve years. Why?
Then he's used to
having grief in his life.
You can tell him I'm retired. C-2's
gonna have to live without me.
Don't forget your trench coat.
you without your disguise?
(PHONE RINGING)
Yes, Dragon.
Ah, Hemlock!
I knew you'd show up.
It's just your charm, Pope.
I couldn't resist.
Hold it.
Empty your pockets, right there.
No wallet?
Well, I knew I'd be seeing you. I
thought I'd best leave it home.
(CHUCKLING)
Miss Cerberus, you're
looking inviting today.
Mr. Dragon does not like
to be kept waiting.
Oh, the impatient albino!
I don't think
Mr. Dragon's affliction
is a joking matter.
I thought it was
rather humorous, myself.
A spy network being run by a bloodless
freak who can't stand light or cold.
Or germs! Are you healthy?
Shall I turn my head and cough?
No known infections?
Nothing other than the usual.
Syphilis, running sores, and clap.
All right, go in.
(SIGHS)
DRAGON:
Come in, Hemlock.A little to the left, Hemlock.
I'll turn on a light.
You know, I'm something
of a distinction.
A total albino.
Even the slightest direct
Does your physical disability preclude
you from coming to the point?
All right. If you wish
no small talk, sit down.
We'll discuss business.
One of our agents has been
killed in Zurich by two men.
We want you to sanction them.
I'm sorry, you're gonna have
to get somebody else
to do your wet work.
Please, that is
a distasteful phrase.
Call it what you want,
"wet work," "termination,"
"sanction."
It all adds up to
the same thing, killing.
It is what you do best.
You don't seem to remember, Dragon,
I'm a retired assassin.
The operative word
there is "retired."
You'll have to get somebody
else to do your sanctions.
I understand a new Pissarro has
come onto the black market.
I'll just have to live without it.
Your fascination with paintings
You have how many now?
- Twenty-one.
- Marvelous!
I should think your collection
would be interesting material
for the Internal Revenue people.
How does an underpaid
professor buy rare paintings?
Masterpieces worth millions?
A professor with a
balance of $2,137
in his checking account?
You forgot the 42 cents.
I wonder what the
if I told them how I
made the money,
by killing people
for the government.
True. True. But, of course,
no one will believe you.
And even more important, it won't
do anything for your paintings.
What do you think
would happen to them?
I imagine they'd be seized
and auctioned off, made
available to everyone.
Perhaps Mr. Pope
would be able to buy one.
Won't it do your heart good to think
of one of your precious paintings
in Mr. Pope's hands?
Dragon, you have a talent for
describing the indescribable.
There are two assailants.
Our search division has located
only one of these men in Zurich.
C-2 is working on the second one,
and I would hope that they
will have identified him
by the time you arrive in Zurich.
We have reason to believe
that the Zurich man
is responsible for the assassination
of several of our agents
in a most savage manner.
I'll take one sanction. Only one.
All right.
We shall talk about the second
sanction when the time comes.
The price'll be $20,000.
Twice your usual fee? Absurd!
You want the sanction
performed, you pay $20,000.
You are without conscience.
How true.
Which brings me to
another small fee
I want to get for this job.
Which is?
I'd like a statement from
listing my collection of paintings.
I'd like it to say that the IRS
has examined my collection,
and that the IRS is fully aware of the
circumstances under which I obtained them,
and that my ownership is legal
and without tax liability.
You drive a hard bargain.
You want somebody sanctioned.
I want a piece of paper.
All right.
You'll have the IRS
statement this evening.
Here is the cash.
$20,000.
$20,000!
I hate being predictable.
You are never that, Hemlock.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
MAN:
Who is there?A delivery.
I have this box of
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