Savage Dog

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PEPPER & LALASPAIN

SONG LIVES FOR EVER

There's a tale told

somewhere south of Burma.

It tells of one man's

rendez-vous with death.

A man who, when pushed

far enough, retaliated.

I'll be face-down an army

and spill a river of blood.

They say you shake their

heads discounting the legend.

But the fact remains...

It's all true.

I knew the man,

and for a while,

I loved him like a son.

The French hightailed it in '54.

And the US didn't yet

have boots on the ground.

For a while,

Indochina offered safe-haven to men

who had reached the end of the line.

European war criminals, ex-Nazis,

and other undesirables.

Or men with a price on

their head in the west.

Men like...

Martin Tillman.

(He's good)

The tiger and the elephant, gentlemen.

(Speaks French)

Mr Rastignac, may I have the honor?

My name is Jean-Pierre Rastignac.

I have been known by many names.

But the one that I most

commonly associate with,

is "The Executioner".

I face you as an equal,

with the exception of this blade,

we're quite fairly matched.

They told me if I fought,

I would go free.

This fight was your salvation,

But you lost.

(Great! I like that)

You shouldnt have done

that to the Corporal.

I asked the guards, why a

colonnial police station,

with only one small jail

would keep a prisoner for three years?

They said, only if you knew the answer.

Most prisoners who end

up here, have no hope.

I thought I might help...

You come twice a week

with flowers for him?

And he turns you away?

I can bring you fruit.

The food here is not healthy.

I don't need your help.

Don't waste your time on me.

You're not a waste of time.

You're just lost.

I'll come see you again,

in case you change you change your mind.

That agent is here again.

He is persistent.

I can kill him if you order it.

The world is changing, Boon.

We must adapt with it.

Isn't it your job to transition

the local police into power?

The side effect being that

for a brief few years

you need to beholden to the

authority of the French.

Not the Vietnamese.

Mr Harrison, what can I do for you?

Ho Chi Min's strength

in the North grows

as President Diem's influence

in the South diminishes.

The Americans are watching and will

send more advisers within a year.

You and your kind

will have to find a different

fleapit to loot over.

Perhaps...

I might be a valuable assistance

to you when they arrive.

At what price to me?

MI6 would like to

extradite Martin Tillman

to face criminal charges

in Great Britain.

There's no-one of that name here.

You're overlooking a potential

opportunity here, Colonel.

I know what you did in the war.

You'll need a friend like me if

you're gonna deal with the Americans.

Corporal Chef Boon, please

escort Mr Harrison out.

When I was a little girl,

I rescued a stray dog.

A fighting dog that had

been left for dead.

I look at those black eyes.

and felt the ultimate betrayal.

Some animals are not meant

to be caged, Martin.

Why are you talking to me?

You made some bad decisions,

- that's all.

- Mademoiselle.

I'll be back next week.

Good-bye.

Why do you bother coming back for him?

We build our own cages, Martin.

Alcohol is an easy paracil here.

Like Jamaican rum.

It'll help you forget your sins,

without losing your edge.

You assaulted a superior officer in '53.

You've served three years

of a six month sentence.

What does that tell you?

Tells me that I'm not the only

criminal in this room.

In the North you're

just an ex-legionnaire,

with a price on his head. In

the South you're just another

ex-con.

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