The Eiger Sanction Page #7

You been jumping his wife?

- No. Why?

- You sure?

Well, I think it's something

I'd know. I'll see you later.

Hey, Hemlock, how's it going?

Nice place here.

Get on with it, Pope.

Okay, pal, if that's the

game you want to play,

we'll get right down

to the nitty-gritty.

No one is

more qualified than you are.

Search division has drawn

a blank on the target.

All we know is,

he's here somewhere.

Miles Mellough knew who it was.

He did?

Did he tell you?

He offered to,

but the price was too high.

What'd he want then?

To live.

Oh. Well, I just came to tell

you that we've drawn a blank,

and you'll have to climb.

Jemima Brown told me that already.

Jemima did, huh? Well, I just want

to make sure you got the message.

You know how these Schwarzes

are. You can't really trust 'em.

Pope, I really don't

mind you being an a**hole.

You can't really help that. But I do

mind you lying to me like I was a fool.

Now you came here

with one thought in mind,

and that was attach yourself to me so the

target would know who I am and what I am.

Now who's gonna perform this

sanction if he gets me, you?

(STAMMERING)

You don't think I can handle it?

In a locked closet with a grenade.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Just a minute, buddy.

Doesn't bother you a bit that

you've blown my cover, does it?

Not one frigging bit, pal.

And if I walk?

No way.

You wouldn't get

your hundred grand.

You'd lose your paintings.

And you'd probably spend some time

for smuggling them into the country.

How does it feel being

in a box, sweetheart?

You've done real well, Pope.

Well, that's mighty white of you.

Hey, that's a joke.

(LAUGHING)

I bet Jemima never says that

to you. "Mighty white of you."

By the way, how's that black stuff?

Pretty good, huh?

I guess it's only fair to warn you in advance

I'm gonna have to waste you a little.

Well, about your gun,

I got one waiting for you.

It's at the hotel. It's a C-2

special with no serial numbers.

It's in the candy box.

Now what's this about wasting me?

It's only fair to warn you, Hemlock,

that I'm a black belt in karate.

(GRUNTS)

Pope.

Gee, I... Gee, I...

(POPE GROANING)

(COUGHING)

Oh, my hand!

Okay.

You'll be all right now, Pope.

Course, you may have trouble playing

the clarinet for a little while.

Listen, sweetheart, baby, pal,

I'm going back in the hotel,

and when I come out,

I don't expect to see you

around anymore. Understand?

KARL:
Sleep well.

ANNA:
Good night. See you tomorrow.

Offer me a nightcap?

Some other time, thanks.

I wish you luck tomorrow.

Thank you.

I wish Jean-Paul

would change his mind.

I can't understand why he's insisting

on climbing this mountain at his age.

I can. He does it for you.

What? For me?

That's right.

He tries to keep you from younger

men by staying young himself.

By doing young men's things.

Poor thing.

Yeah. Particularly

since it hasn't worked.

It's colder than a witch's tit.

Good climbing weather, Ben.

Now you listen to me, old buddy.

You come down off

that hill in one piece

or I'm gonna kick your ass!

You're not gonna get

sloppy on me, are you?

Now, look, you haven't

told me anything,

but somehow I know that

you and one of them foreigners

is gonna have some trouble.

HEMLOCK:
Maybe.

Just guard your flank. Don't

take your eyes off of 'em.

- I won't.

- KARL:
Come on, let's be off!

We must make our first move before

the sun unfreezes the rubble.

Take care.

Well, they're on their way.

That frigging Hemlock.

Thinks he's so goddamn cute.

How do you think he'd feel if he

knew this whole thing was a fake?

A fake?

Sure.

Hemlock's friend? That Wormwood?

He was supposed to get killed.

That's why we hired

the drunken bum.

But what about the germ formula?

I mean, the other side got it.

That's the real cute part.

They were supposed to get it.

(WHISPERING) It's a phony.

So why the sanctions?

Well, that's simple.

To sell the other side

that the formula's the real thing.

Now, if we just let 'em steal it

and not do anything about it,

well, they'd get suspicious.

So, we had to assign Hemlock

to sanction the assassins.

Do you mean to tell me that

you're sitting up here safe,

and that Jonathan might be killed?

And for nothing?

Honey, don't get worried. There's

still lots of men around here.

Present company excluded.

Jonathan told me that you people

were no better than animals,

and I should've listened to him.

Don't be late coming up.

We're in the clear, Herr Doctor.

So far so good.

I knew it would be.

Take it.

You want to untie that?

Karl really likes

to lead, doesn't he?

Uh-huh.

Even more, he likes

the title of leader.

As if that makes him a leader.

Tell me, Andrei, you ever spend

much time around Zurich?

(SCOFFS) There are no mountains

there worth climbing.

They can see us pretty well from the

hotel today. It's nice and clear.

I suppose so. We must give

them a good show, Jonathan.

Chocolate?

Thanks.

Jean-Paul doesn't look well.

Something is on his mind.

HEMLOCK:
Maybe.

Resting already, Herr Doctor?

Come on, let's get moving.

(HAMMERING)

You don't like me,

Herr Doctor, do you?

I don't dislike you.

I just think you're stupid.

You knew we were

going on this climb

and still you got involved

with Montaigne's wife.

She told you?

She didn't have to tell me.

The climb's gonna be hard

enough without any intrigue.

All right.

What the hell are you doing?

I couldn't sleep.

I'm checking the ropes.

There was a frayed end on your

rope, and I'm cutting it out.

Looks like we have some wet

work ahead of us, huh, Freytag?

Surely, Herr Doctor,

you have no objection

to a morning shower.

This would be a hell of lot

easier in the wintertime.

You suggest we wait?

BEN:
Way to move your jaws, Jon.

That thing's gotta be a b*tch.

That's gotta be a b*tch.

I say, old boy,

are you using your scope?

Do you mind if my wife has a peek?

Darling, tell him

you'll pay for it.

We can pay for it, you know.

Get out of here. Either of you frigging

vampires ever touch this telescope,

you're gonna need surgery

to get it out of your ass.

Damn rude fellow.

Bloody American farmers, you know.

(ROCKS FALLING)

- Rocks!

- Huh?

Jesus!

Freytag! Meyer!

Jesus Christ!

Goddamn!

HEMLOCK:
Oh, God.

You all right?

I'm all right. I'm all right.

Oh, thank God.

Thanks. Where's Freytag?

He felt he wasn't needed.

Thought he wasn't needed?

Freytag, you a**hole!

(ECHOING)

Tell me, Mr. Bowman,

in your opinion,

do these men climb to prove

their manhood or is it

more a matter of compensating

for inferiority feelings?

Lady, why don't you go

get yourself screwed?

It'll do you a lot of good.

Well, the worst is behind us.

You really needn't be

so glum, Herr Doctor.

If we have to retreat, we're never gonna

make it back through those falls.

You have a defeatist mentality. We

won't retreat. We'll go straight on up.

You didn't know we were in trouble?

No.

That's not good.

Oh, it sounds exciting.

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