The Wild Geese Page #8
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- 1978
- 134 min
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Father, I think you should get on
your ass and vacate the premises
You're likely to get your
sainthood shot off
I'll do that
Good luck, you Godless murderers
That's one of the most moving
benedictions I ever heard
Merry Christmas to you, Father
What's left of it
Sandy, there's your killing ground
Take Tosh and 4 other men and
set up a field of fire
Rafer & I will go deep around
& take them in the flank
We're losing light. I wouldn't want
to take this wreck up in the dark
We could try and find them, sir,
and lead them in
We don't know where they're coming from
Derek, you stay with me. Jock, take the
Vickers and set it up this end
Quincy, help me move this out of here
Come on, move
Set it up here
We're dead
Esposito, you're not dead until
I TELL you you're dead, understand?
Wait
Wait
Wait
Fire fire fire fire!
Forward!
Keep going!
Let's go!
Hold it! They're ours, too
Put Mr Limbani on the 'plane first.
The other 4 will cover
We have to wait for Sandy and the group
Rafer, Jock, set up cover on the
edge of the airstrip, move
- Mr Limbani alright, Daniel?
- Yes, he is
Move!
Come on, Allen!
Move your bloody arses!
Hurry up and get on
- It's moving!
- Stay down! They're getting closer
Hit them with the bazooka!
Ready!
Let's go!
Get on board, fast. Come on
Sandy, go!
Cover us halfway. When you hear
the guns, start running, we'll cover you
We won't wait for you,
we're running out of ammo
ALLEN!
Sandy!...
Sandy!
- Leave him, he's dead.
- Yes sir
Come on
Rafer! Come on! Come on!
Come on, Rafer!
Shawn, stop the plane
I can't, if we don't get off on the
first run, we've had it
Go!
Rafer, come on!
Hang on, Rafer
- Hold on.
- Allen!
Allen, shoot me!
For God's sakes, shoot me!
No, I can't! No!
Stop the plane
Emile!
Where are we heading?
South Rhodesia
That's 800 miles,
we don't have the fuel
We better have it,
there's no other place to go
Shawn... I killed Rafer
The Simbas would've
chopped him into small pieces
Allen, go and see how the men are
There's 13 of us left
Tell them to jettison everything
that's not nailed down
Everything! Do it
Mr Limbani's getting worse, sir
It was a very good try, Mr Faulkner
It's not over, just hang on.
Don't give up now
About Mr Janders...
There was nothing else you could do
- How's Jock?
- He's dead, sir
Why? What was it for, sir?
I don't know
Alright
We have to get rid of
everything on board
That includes old Jock.
I'll leave it with you, Sergeant
Yes, sir
Gennaro, get his legs
How much fuel do we have left?
Bad... we're on the auxiliary tanks
Salisbury control,
on 6603
Do you read? Over?
9 Quebec November X-Ray Alpha
This is Salisbury.
State your destination, over
Mercenary unit, departing Kalima.
7 wounded on board
Urgently request permission
to land, Kariba
If they refuse, keep on talking
X-Ray Alpha, stand-by
We're going to need positive proof
that you're on board
Write this down
Got a pen?
X-ray Alpha,
this is Salisbury Control, come in
Allen!
Reading you at strength 4, over
Permission to land denied.
Do not cross our borders
For Christ's sakes man, we have wounded
on board, we can sort it out later, over
I repeat, do not cross our borders
Our air force has been alerted
Give that to me
We would be forced to shoot you down
Salisbury... X-ray Alpha
Now you listen to me. Julius Limbani
is on board and he's alive
Note this down and pass
it to the highest authority
you can find
Allen, look at the starboard fuel gauge
secret meeting in July of 1960
on the now Zambian-Zaire border
concerning federal intervention
in the Congo crisis
Present at the meeting
were the following:
Julius Limbani...
Brace yourselves,
we've only got one engine
The man is dead, Mr Faulkner
Now only the spirit remains
November X-ray Alpha, this is Salisbury.
Authorisation to land at Kariba
We will turn the lights on
You'll see it just before the lake.
Good luck
Thank you. Allen...
I heard
Limbani's dead
OK, thanks
Goodbye, bon voyage
this evening, sir?
No, thanks
Good night, sir
Yes, what is it, Andrew?
There will be something more tonight,
Sir Edward
Go ahead and make your move
That would be mate in two.
I'd like to see you get out of that
That's for another time
There are 6 servants in this house
I saw at least ten. How did you count?
What do you want, Faulkner?
You're a very bad conversationalist!
You'll have to excuse me,
I've had a very tiring evening
I heard, I was in the drawing room
I know you're dying to tell me.
How did you get in?
I did a crash course
in how to trip alarms
You're not very well protected
And I guess you're dying to know
how I got back to England?
Yes, indeed
Well, if I went into details,
we'd be here all night
Let's just say it wasn't easy
I'm sure it wasn't
You're a remarkable man, Faulkner
I have contracts to kill you world-wide
When I have time I'll grow a moustache
and buy a pair of dark glasses
In the meantime,
I have my own contract to carry out
- On me?
- That's why I'm here
Perhaps we can make an arrangement
Yes, we can
You owe me a great deal of money
Also there are 11 men still alive
And I haven't even counted
Let's have a look at your safe
After you. Very slowly
I've turned off the alarm already.
Open it
All the money in the case
- I see you came prepared.
- Yes
Dollars, very good
Very good, thousand dollar bills
wonders where they went
Now tell me about the arrangement
Now
500,000 dollars
Half of what I owe you
I lift all the contracts on your head
and pay the other half in cash,
wherever you choose
- And I trust you?
- Yes
And naturally, I don't kill you?
Correct
Do you know, I had a speech prepared
I'd been rehearsing it for 3 months.
It was pretty good
All about betrayal and lost friends.
A sort of passionate requiem
And naturally, what a filthy
cold-blooded monster you are
That part was very eloquent
It even went into the philosophical
implications
of the relationship between
a mercenary and his employer
You'd have been impressed
But right now, face to face with you
I don't want to go through all that
See, I don't mind taking money from you
But having you offer
me money for the lives
of all those bodies littering Africa
is actually degrading
So I turn down your arrangement
I see...
Well, then I suppose
you'd better kill me
You're a remarkable man too, Sir Edward
Now just wait a minute!
Wait...
Can I ask how it went?
No
I thought so
Send the ball back, Emile
Let's talk about your Father
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