The Evil That Men Do Page #2

My wife is a surgical nurse.

She is training Rhiana.

- I'm sorry about George.

- I'm sure you are.

Why don't we all get together

for coffee later on?

Fortune smiles in a strange way.

- I don't think so.

- Why not?

- Because she is George's widow?

- Because she's too emotionally involved.

It seems to me Rhiana is right.

And she has a daughter.

She is exactly what you are looking for.

But she's very careless.

In the scrub room,

she told your wife I looked like a killer.

She could've been overheard.

- You read lips?

- Yes.

I'm sorry. I now realize I was mistaken.

Decided I don't look like a killer?

I've decided I should keep

my opinions to myself.

- When can you be ready to leave?

- I can leave whenever you say.

- Which bedroom do you want?

- Neither, I'll sleep out here.

- But there's no bed.

- I'll sleep on the floor.

I like it here, Mummy.

Max Ortiz?

- It's a pleasure to meet you.

- The pleasure's all mine.

The Doctor has three men in particular

who never leave his side.

Every one a totally trained assassin.

Randolph Wheatley,

a former intelligence officer.

He's the Doctor's communications expert.

He likes to spend his off-hours

in the filthiest dives in the barrio.

Karl Hausmann. Green Beret, originally.

Then he was with the CIA...

...before the Doctor hired him away.

This one is a mystery. He's called Cillero.

He's probably Basque.

He's Molloch's chauffeur.

And then, there's Molloch himself.

The Doctor.

I don't suppose he needs any introduction.

It's a cosy little family.

Most of my collection

is at my place in the country.

What I need is a shotgun with a sawed-off

barrel and the shells to go with it.

And a large calibre handgun.

Tell me more about Molloch.

Does he follow any kind of routine?

He's rarely seen in public.

The closest thing to a routine

would be going to the cockfights.

That box is his.

Tell me something about the sister.

Does she have any routines or habits

that are different from her brother?

She visits town to shop.

She keeps a small apartment

in one of the new high-rises.

Her name is Claire.

She and Molloch are inseparable.

I think I'm going to be sick.

I didn't mean for that to happen.

I'm sorry.

Hey, mister, do you want some dope?

I said, dope. Do you want any?

Do you have elephant?

Do you have Mingtoydop?

I guess you don't.

It's extraordinary how easily

he's gotten little Sarah to like him.

- The innocence of children is blessed.

- You don't like him?

Before coming here today,

we spent hours going from shop to shop...

...looking for cassettes

of Latin American favourites.

That's what tourists do.

Don't let him fool you, Max.

He's cold, bloodless.

He doesn't react to anyone or anything.

I forgot. He reads lips.

Is that what you wanted?

- It'll do fine.

- There it is. Up ahead, on the right.

I don't dare to go much closer.

The place is completely covered.

Closed-circuit television,

motion detectors, alarms...

...even got some kind of infrared beam.

- See that man over there, by that tree?

- Yes.

He's just inside the range of the cameras

where he is now.

- How will you get in there?

- I don't intend to go in.

Then how will you do it?

A high-powered rifle, perhaps?

- Or is the obvious considered pass?

- Rhiana, please.

I honestly think I have the right to know.

I'm involved in this, too.

I'm just gonna have a look around.

I am sorry about Rhiana. She's afraid

he'll get away, or something will go wrong.

It's all right. She's just afraid.

Take them both back to the hotel.

Sure.

I think you ought to consider

going home today.

Why?

Remember that cripple at the cockfight?

The one with the crutch?

He turned up at the Doctor's...

...no crutch, and he walked like a champ.

There hasn't been anything

to make them suspect, has there?

From what I picked up,

observing the conversation...

...I think they're

satisfied we're tourists.

Then why do you want us to leave?

- I don't need you anymore.

- Mummy?

Holland, if we stay, is

Sarah in any danger?

Not yet. But you both could be.

Where's Randolph?

He's been working on

a computer programme all morning.

- Damn these people.

- Randolph?

No, the embassy.

My reward in heaven will be getting

my hands on generations of diplomats...

...and petty bureaucrats.

- Cillero.

- Is Randolph there?

- Yes, sir.

- There is a problem with Briggs.

He's not keeping his end of the bargain.

I guess I'll have to

speak to him in person.

- Holland, am I going to see you again?

- Yep, you'll see me again.

Remember, I want to see your fish.

- What's his name?

- Quasimodo.

- Be a good girl.

- Yes, I will.

- 'Bye, Holland. 'Bye, Mummy.

- 'Bye, Sarah.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

The embassy.

What would he be doing there?

Jesus Christ,

you scared the sh*t out of me.

Protector of the free world hard at work?

- Give me a break.

- You give us a break.

What's this crap

you've been handing the Doctor?

Washington's putting on pressure.

I can't tell the locals to let him stay

without sticking my neck way out.

- Then you stick your neck out.

- I suggest you don't rock the boat.

There are plenty of countries

that would be happy to have him back.

You suggest.

The Doctor loves it here.

The air agrees with him.

Damn it, Randolph, if I used any

influence with these people...

...Washington would know in five minutes.

My ass would be posted to Afghanistan.

You want to play hardball, Briggs,

we can play hardball, too.

The Doctor has done all the dirty work

you've needed.

It's time to call in the markers.

Remember, all those congressional

committees would be very interested...

...in how you've used

the Doctor's services.

Besides, a few well-placed leaks...

Nothing to it.

I'll see what I can do.

That's exactly what you're going to do.

And see to it that it's done.

- Sarah has taken quite a liking to you.

- I think she misses her father.

It's more than that.

She actually worries about you.

Take the car and go back to the hotel.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going inside.

Holland, wait.

I'm coming with you.

Okay, it's your decision.

Don't you do anything to screw up.

My father warned me

about places like this.

It does have a certain intimate charm.

I'll get a couple of beers.

Couple of bottles of beer.

- You American?

- You bet.

- You crazy coming in here?

- Just thirsty.

Jeez, no sooner do I turn my back,

and you pick somebody up.

Who is this American sh*t?

- My husband.

- Only whores marry Americans.

Buddy, we didn't come in here

looking for trouble.

Who are you looking for? Your mother?

You are beautiful.

I'll take you into the kitchen

and show you how hot a real man is.

When I finish, I'll give her to my friend.

I don't think you're gonna want to do that.

What you're feeling now

is your own mortality...

...and this bastard knows about it.

He knows all about it.

You all right?

You got strong hands, sport.

I just had glass chandeliers.

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