The Assignment

Watch you don't pee on me.

What are you doing?

- I have things to do.

- What do you mean?

I mean get out!

Have you got a light?

It's empty. Just a minute.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

My name is Du Foltiere.

Intelligence liaison officer.

I understand that you are the

Deputy Chief of Station CIA, Paris.

And that you witnessed,

by coincidence, this attack.

You told my subordinates that you

recognized the terrorist as Carlos.

- Carlos recognized me.

- Yes.

A deputy chief did not recognize

him.. but he recognized you.

We are both in the same business,

but he was wearing a disguise.

Then how are you so sure it was him?

I lit his cigarette.

He was holding my hand.

He grinned at me.

Some of the members are exploiting

the oil price differentials.

OPEC has been

very precise in its policy.

Is the conference still in progress?

I have an urgent delivery.

Sweetheart..

Do you want to live?

Freeze!

My name is Carlos,

and you'll do as I say.

- We've got company.

- You, sir, stand up.

How does this work?

Is it like this? Like this?

Maybe like this?

Like this!

$20 million in ransom.

The leader claims to be Carlos.

He wants the credit, and

the Austrians want a positive I D.

- Who brought up my name? You?

- No, the guy who says he's Carlos.

The Austrians want you to I D him

at the airport. Tonight, 2 a.m.

- They're gonna fly him to Libya.

- They're going to let him walk?

- They've got no choice.

- Let them do like the Israelis.

They're not the Israelis.

Let me explain something

to you, Mickey, really simple.

I'll identify him at the airport.

I'll get really close to him.

I'll make one clean shot and

that'll be the end of this prick.

- This prick has got 70 hostages.

- F*** the hostages.

- A minimum loss of life.

- There will be no loss of life.

You don't get it, do you?

He's not going to invest

that $20 million in a pension plan.

He's going to use it to finance

his next hit, maybe against us.

- Let me assemble a team..

- There is no team to assemble.

We are out of the assassination

business. I know this is personal.

The guy made you look

like an a**hole.

I can appreciate your feelings,

but it's not going down on our soil.

It's not with our nationals.

It's not our fight.

Glad to meet you, Carlos. We're not

in the assassination business now.

Come on, my fat friend.

It's only rain. Bring the others.

Is that him?

It looks like him, but I can't tell

for sure from here in this rain.

I've got to get a little closer.

You don't need a hat.

Oh, you want it. Okay.

Who do we have to thank

for this plane?

Minister of the Interior.

I'm sorry this had to happen here.

We have no quarrel..

with your government.

Excuse me.

- Pardon, monsieur.

- Do you want another light?

We were never properly introduced.

My name is Carlos.

- Eat sh*t and die slow.

- Henry, no!

- Don't be seen shaking his hand.

- Such language.

Shocking, really.

You see this man? CIA. Henry Fields.

J ERUSALEM, AUGUST 1986

How do you feel?

I no speak English.

I am Cuban.

You spoke English well enough

to your contact the street vendor.

- We are both professionals, Carlos.

- My name is Ramirez.

Illich Ramirez, Carlos Sanchez,

Carlos Martinez, alias the Jackal.

- I am a tourist, not Carlos.

- What was your target in Israel?

- The Wailing Wall? Temple Mount?

- Tourist. That's all!

Listen to me, you piece of sh*t!

I'm trying to be professional here!

But you are in Israeli hands now,

so don't play games with me.

Israeli?

You're Israeli?

You're not Arabs?

I'm in an Israeli prison.

Is that what you're telling me?

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