Occultist, The (1988)

[bunniefuu]

- End of the week.

They'll be at it all night.

(horn blowing)

(distant drumming)

(frantic drumming)
(screaming)

Do you see what we're up against?

Pre-historic savages.

I think we've seen enough.

Kevin?

(frantic drumming)
(screaming)

- [Voiceover] Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

- Do you see what I was telling you?

- What is there to see?

- The Dimbala, Presidente.

(frantic drumming)
(screaming)

- President has forbidden
the practice of voodoo.

You should know that, Simone.

- I know Colonel Esteve, but look!

(frantic drumming)
(screaming)

- [Presidente] Who is she?

- [Simone] She's called
Mama Dora, Presidente.

The people from the island are
under the spell of her magic.

(frantic drumming)
(screaming)

These are our people, Presidente.

They've brought back the
old ways from the island.

- [Presidente] All of the old ways?

- [Simone] Yes.

Before the night is over, a
man will be skinned alive.

- What do you suggest we do about it?

- Stop them!

How can we move forward as a nation

if we can't free ourselves
from the ways of the past?

Presidente, please understand,

the Makumba is stronger than ever.

Only you can stop them.

- I'm afraid Simone
exaggerates, Presidente.

- We are in America, Simone.

- Look!

You've got to stop them!

(frantic drumming)
(screaming)

(tense music)

No!

(squelching)

(frantic drumming)
(screaming)

(screaming)

(squelching)

(screaming)

(energetic electronic music)

- Morning, Barney.

- Hi, Jane.

- Getting ready for the marathon, huh?

- Yup.

- I bet you'll do great.

- [Barney] I hope so.

Is Llewellyn in?

- Not yet.

- Would you tell Llewellyn
I'd like to see him

when he gets here?

- Sure, are you here for the day?

- No, I'm gonna do a couple of hours

in the park at lunchtime, why?

- You really should follow
up on the Brighton account.

They're waiting to hear back from you.

- Let me jump in the shower

and then we'll get 'em on the phone.

All right?

- All right, Barney, you tell me when.

- 10 minutes, okay?

- Okay.

(gasps and yelps) Harold, you startled me.

- Give it up, Jane, he's
getting married Thursday.

- Oh, Mr. Llewellyn, you're really--

- The boss's son would be quite a catch,

but don't forget the boss is dead

and this dodo doesn't
know what he's doing.

- Well, give him a chance, Harold.

He's only been here for six months.

- And he hasn't generated enough business

to keep him in jock straps.

- He'll be closing the
Brighton account this morning.

- Excuse me if I don't jump for joy.

- Mr. Brighton, good morning.

That's right.

Well, according to my figures,

your employees are working for you

between nine and four.

It's why we call these burglar's hours.

That's right, burglar's hour.

Mr. Brighton, you have
more than 9,000 people

working for you.

The odds are that on
average that five of them

will be robbed or vandalized
each and every month.

Are you aware of the kind
of stress this creates?

Has a very bad effect on your
cost effectiveness ratio.

- Oh, Harold, that is not fair.

Barney didn't ask to
inherit this business.

He is doing the best he can.

- His best is not even
going to keep us equal

with the competition.

The kid has to buckle
down and get involved

with moving this company into the future.

His father would have--

- His father died in
the middle of a meeting

about moving this company
into the future, Harold.

- Jane, I've got three new weapons

and two security programs in development.

And who do I have to push them forward?

A would-be Ironman with
three college degrees

and six months' experience
in a real world,

six months that has
put us into the red ink

for the first time in 20 years.

- Now, we're prepared to offer you

both personal security systems

for each of your employees

at an individual rate that's gonna put

your bottom line problems to rest.

Well, our least expensive model

is the barking door bell.

Yes, that's right, a barking door bell.

Well, whenever somebody rings the bell,

the system plays a recording
of a large dog barking.

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Brighton?

(tense music)

- Let her go.

- You best be on your way, friend,

or you can kiss your arms
and your legs goodbye.

(woman gasps)

(yelling)

(punching)

(grunting)

(punching)

(grunting)

(g*n clicks)

(whooshing)

(tense music)

- Waldo Warren's as good
as they said he was.

Any suggestions?

- k*ll him.

- Always the obvious.

- Thank you, but I can
take care of myself now.

- Whatever you want.

- It was no accident that
you were there, was it?

- What can I say?

- The truth?

I mean, that flying knife
wasn't exactly standard issue

good Samaritan equipment.

- Okay, somebody asked
me to look after you.

- Who?

- Sorry, business.

- Business?

I think we're talking about my life.

- You know more about that than I would.

- So, you know who I am?

- What's to know?

You're a girl with lots of
mommy and daddy's money,

and if somebody steals you,
they'll be on Easy Street,

if it works.

- So wrong, so wrong.

(pensive music)

- [Harold] Hadley Shipping
is the first account

your father ever had.

Even with the times as tight as they are,

old man Hadley still keeps
sending that retainer

like clockwork.

- That's fine, Harold, but
what about these accounts paid?

- What do you wanna know?

- Well, for a start, how
the hell do you think

we're gonna pay for all of them?

- Research and development
has always operated separately

under (mumbling).

- I understand that,

but I'm looking at $2,000,000 built out

for bodyguards and security.

- So, what's wrong with that?

- So, I have nearly that much in research

and development bills alone.

I mean, what is this?

Look, what is this?

Experimental animals,
purchase and maintenance.

Are we torturing defenseless creatures?

- We're training drug and
expl*sive detection dogs, Barney.

- Oh, well, they sure as
hell gonna have to do better

than those door bells.

- Are you trying to tell me something?

- I'm telling you that if we
don't land a major account

within the next few days,

Sanford Security Systems
is finished, over.

- What happened with Brighton Industries?

- They decided to go in another direction.

You know.

- So, we're close to packing it in?

This happened before, you know that.

- And my father saved us, right?

- I didn't say that, Barney.

- But that's what you were thinking.

- Barney, all I was thinking
was that maybe this company

isn't the one you were meant to run.

- Harold, I've watched you
and my dad work in the lab

since I was a kid.

Okay, maybe I haven't been too involved

in the past few years,
but that doesn't mean

I haven't cared.

Just tell me what to do.

I wanna make this work.

Here, San Caribe,

have you heard of it?

- Of course, tropical island
on the verge of revolution.

You already have a basic
security deal with them,

nothing special.

Who wants 'em?

- Head of state, embassy reception.

- c*ck party, casual,

you've done this before.

- And a press conference.

Should we take it?

- Depends.

It's a bad situation,

a power play that could go either way.

- So, which side's on the right?

- We're not in the business of deciding

the morals of a government.

- We aren't?

Why the hell aren't we?

- (sighs) What are they asking for?

- Bodyguard, top grade only,

for the president, one year contract.

Who do we have who can cover it?

- Nobody.

There is someone who can handle this.

- So, what do we do?

Sub-contract?

If this guy isn't with
us, how do we get him?

- It isn't that easy.

He was hurt once working for your father.

I had to introduce a few
experimental procedures

while putting him back together.

- Start in the middle,
we haven't got all day.

- He's a top bodyguard in the business.

They call him the g*nman.

He only works when he wants.

- The g*nman?

I like it.

- He only works when he wants.

- Harold, this money is too
good for anyone to turn down.

A bodyguard, plus his support
system that we supply,

I mean, just buy a right-around ticket.

Who is this guy?

- His name is Waldo Warren,
and he can't be bought, Barney.

- Harold, this is great.

Don't you see?

The company's on the verge of bankruptcy,

only one man who can save us,

and you tell me I can't buy him.

- This is great?

- Yeah!

I finally have a chance to show everybody

that I have what it takes to
run Sanford Security Systems.

I'll bring in a $1,000,000 contract.

Press coverage from the embassy alone

will generate all kinds of new business.

- First, you have to get Waldo Warren.

- Okay, where do I find him?

(upbeat electronic music)
(chattering)

- I have to talk to you.

- Not now.

- Please!

- Later.

(upbeat electronic music)

- Waldo Warren?

- That's right.

- Can we talk here?

- If you want.

Doesn't matter, we're being watched.

- We are?

Where?

(upbeat electronic music)

- I told you, it doesn't matter.

The moment you took this job,

you grew a tail.

I thought this was your family business?

Would you be more comfortable outside?

- Yes, I think so.

- Follow me.

(door creaking)

You ever been on a case like this before?

- Wait a minute, I don't even know

if you're gonna take it yet.

- You haven't figured it out, have you?

- I don't understand.

- Your dad's been dead for six months now?

- [Barney] Mm-hmm.

- I got another six months
to go on my contract.

I'm already on the case.

- Wait a minute, I know
every piece of legal paper

my father had.

- Your dad and I go so far back,

we didn't even need a handshake.

- That's impossible.

You're not much older than I am.

- Sounds like you need to have
a little chat with Harold.

- I still don't understand.

- If you got any problems,
talk to Llewellyn.

In the meantime, let's
talk about what we have

to deal with tonight.

- Right.

- These two again.

This isn't even work.

Let's get 'em, Barney.

(suspenseful music)

(slapping)

(grunting)

(punching)
(grunting)

(punching)

(grunting)

(punching)

(loud thudding)

- Who were those guys?

- You got a contract, don't you?

- What do you mean?

- San Caribe.

- Yeah?

- Well, somebody wants to take you out.

- But how could they find out?

Nobody knows about this job

except for the head of Secret Service.

- Barney, you've got a lot to learn.

(threatening music)

(screeching warble)

- Barney, help her!

(screeching warble)

(loud exploding)

(sizzling)

(threatening music)

- Like I said, Barney,

you've got a lot to learn.

Nasty neighborhood.

(ominous music)

(mellow keyboard music)
(chattering)

- I thought you said
this was gonna be casual.

- Nothing is that casual.

- Where's Waldo?

- Don't worry, Barney, he's here.

- I hope so.

I'd hate to blow this one.

- I think I liked you
better before you cared

how the company operated.

- Well, after last night,
I look at everything.

(mellow keyboard music)

- Mr. Llewellyn, how nice to see you.

- Madam Davalos, the pleasure is ours.

President Davalos, may I
introduce you and your wife

to Bernard Sanford?

- Hello.

- Sanford, you are with
the security company?

- He owns the company.

- How do you do?

I'm standing with two
presidents then, am I?

- I guess so.

Hi, how do you do?

- Oh, thank you.

- So, Mr. Sanford,

you are here to give me a life, yes?

- We'll do our best, sir.

- And just what does your best
include for us this evening?

- Well, we have--

- Madam Davalos, we have
additional electronic security,

as well as a double contingent of guards

working with your people and the police.

- Good, I assume you know
that there's been an incident

involving our daughter yesterday?

- Yes, that was most unfortunate.

I'm glad our operative was
able to offer his assistance.

- I Would like to meet this man.

For some reason, our daughter

took an instant dislike to him.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

He's here this evening.

- [Madam Davalos] Where?

- I'm not sure.

When I contact him, I'll make sure

that he's introduced to you.

- Please do.

Come, Henri, it's time
to attend to our guests.

By the way, Mr. Sanford,

San Caribe is part of Hispaniola,

not the South Seas.

(mellow keyboard music)

- Wow, is she a Dragon Lady, or what?

- Whatever she is, it's on wheels.

- Everything under control?

- Seems to be.

Harold, I wanted you to be aware of this.

- What?

- Ciprian Lane and the boys are here.

- What?

- Look.

- [Harold] How the hell
did they get in here?

- [Jane] They had invitations, I checked.

- Who are they?

- Competition.

- Jane, what a thing to say!

- Well, they might as well be.

- Isn't it about time for
you to visit the powder room?

- All right, all right, I can take a hint.

Don't need to hit me over
the head with a brick.

- All right, Harold, who's Ciprian Lane,

and what kind of name is that anyway?

- Lithuanian, I think.

- Come on, Harold.

- Ciprian Lane runs a freelance

government surveillance company.

- You mean like ours?

- Barney, it's nothing like ours.

This guy would sell out his
mother for the high bid.

- Wasn't it you who said
it wasn't our business

to make moral decisions?

- Barney, let me lay it out for you.

This job we're on right
now is what you might call

judgmentally ambivalent.

We're not taking the
food out of the mouths

of the starving poor.

We're simply taking precautions

to ensure that no one
is k*lled or abducted

during this evening's affair,

and that no one is m*rder*d on Thursday,

during the government press conference.

Other than that, our opinions are our own.

- Oh, so we could be protecting
the most corrupt regime

on the island, and it
wouldn't make any difference?

- Sounds like you've been
doing a little research.

- Yeah, I've been reading.

- And?

- And our people sure
better be on their toes

because this government could be smashed

by their own citizens
before the last shipment

of American aid is out of the country

and into a Swiss bank account.

- I hate to agree with
you, but you're right,

but we do need the contract.

And there is a chance
that some of the forces

that work within the
government can make a change.

- What makes us any
better than Ciprian Lane?

- We know where to draw the line.

- We do?

- Yes, Barney, we do.

We've never contracted
with a fascist government,

we've never dealt with the communists,

and more important than anything,

we've never been for
hire on an elimination.

- An elimination? You're kidding.

- No, Barney, I'm not.

- Ciprian Lane's company
does that kind of thing?

- A lot of companies do.

- Then what the hell is he doing here?

- We'll find that out soon enough.

(mellow keyboard music)
(chattering)

- Having a good time?

- I'm doing all right.

- I should have known.

My parents are paying you, aren't they?

- Not that simple.

- How much simpler could it be?

They know, don't they?

- Know what?

- (sighs) Don't give me that.

They know, and so do you.

- Anjanette, why don't you
just let me look after you?

You can have a drink,
talk with a few people,

and then call it a night.

- (laughs) Oh, sure,

and then everything will
remain business as usual?

You must think I'm a fool!

- I'm just here to make
sure you don't get hurt.

- How?

By the Dimbala?

Did they feed you that old voodoo line?

Crazed island natives
trying to k*ll the leaders

of their country?

- There is talk of a
revolution, you know that.

- And what if I was a part of it?

What would you think then?

That I was some sort of voodoo priestess

with the Makumba blood lust?

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you,

but all I want is for
the people of my country

to get help.

I mean, your government
has poured a lot of money

into our treasury, and
practically none of it

has reached the people.

Look at my mother.

She's wearing enough jewels to feed

more than half the children of my country.

- [Waldo] So, you'd be
happy if your family

was no longer running San Caribe?

- Draw your own conclusions.

(tense music)

- Colonel Esteve, how nice to see you.

Jane Maynord, Sanford Security Systems.

I delivered you the final contract.

- Oh, of course, Ms. Maynord.

It's a pleasure to see you again.

- Thank you.

- As you can see, President Davalos,

we have covered all the main
points of ill*gal entry.

We've also trained cameras
on the regular entrances

and exits to the embassy

so that the identity of your visitors

and service people can be monitored.

- Very impressive, Mr. Llewellyn.

I'm sure my wife will be pleased.

- Ciprian,

just how did you manage to get in here?

- Harold, you know you can do anything

if you put your mind to it.

President.

- Mr. Llewellyn, I must
admit that Mr. Lane is here

at my invitation.

- [Harold] Oh?

- Yes, Mr. Lane approached
me when Mr. Sanford died.

He has offered to supply
security for our government

at a price slightly lower

than the contract that we
made with your company.

- I see.

- Although we have been very happy

with the service you have provided,

as the representative of
the government concern,

it is my duty to see what other company

are able to give us.

- Of course you understand
that some of what Mr. Lane

could see is confidential,

and available only from
Sanford Security Systems.

- I do.

- Harold, I assure you,

anything you don't want me
to see will remain private.

- Thank you.

- And you are?

- Ciprian, this is Bernard Sanford,

the new president of Triple S.

- Such a young man for such a big job.

- How do you do?

- Fine, thanks.

- Ciprian, you wanted
to see what we're using?

Let's start the tour.

- I believe we have a
branch in your country,

in Caracas?

- Caracas is in Venezuela.

- Oh, that's right, Venezuela.

I'm sorry, I...

I've never been to San Caribe,

but I hear it is a magnificent
country, and the Andes--

- The Andes are in Chile.

- Of course, I should have known that.

I saw a book recently of Latin America,

and there were some interesting photos

of your ancient pyramids.

- Ms. Maynord, there are
no pyramids in San Caribe.

- Oh, are you sure?

- Yes, I'm sure.

- Oh.

(sighs)

(tense music)

- That's it, Ciprian.

The rest is top secret, sorry.

- Thank you, Harold, I'm impressed.

You are very well-covered on all sides

that I can see, President.

When one adds that to
whatever Mr. Llewellyn

has chosen to keep under cover,

I'm sure your embassy is being protected

by the most professional
people in the business,

aside from us, of course.

Harold, my compliments.

I couldn't have done a better job myself.

Now I can't wait to see what
you're keeping to yourself.

Enjoy the evening.

- That was painless.

- Don't be too sure.

Lane's always got a
wildcard up his sleeve.

- I am glad that the two
of you agree on the safety

of the system.

You must know that the
climate of our government

is extremely volatile.

- I don't think you'll have anything

to worry about tonight, Presidente.

- Can I get you something to drink?

- No, thank you.

I think I'd like some air.

There's a balcony over there
that overlooks 5th Avenue.

- I'll follow you.

It's nice out here.

- You don't have to make conversation.

I know I'm stuck with you for the evening.

- Knock that chip off
your shoulder, I mean it.

- Sure you do, just like
you believe in the Makumba?

- I'm not even sure what that is.

- Voodoo, Mr. Warren.

- Call me Waldo.

- All right, Waldo, it's still voodoo.

People like you all think we run a country

dripping with the blood
of decapitated chickens.

Some people want us to be better that way.

- A lot of people in this country

k*ll giant birds every year and eat them.

We call it Thanksgiving.

- I'm serious!

San Caribe isn't a
backward ignorant country!

Now, of course we have those
who believe in the Makumba,

but there are many more who are concerned

with the health and the
welfare of our people!

- You won't get an argument from me.

- Good, because this
government is about to change.

Those of us who care about our people

will soon be able to take
control of our own destinies.

(tense music)

Who's that man?

- You don't know him?

- No, who is he?

(tense music)

- Let's go back inside.

(chattering)

- Good evening, Colonel Esteve.

I see you have met the lovely
lady who's accompanying us.

- Why, Mr. Llewellyn, you
do this woman an injustice.

She is much more than lovely.

Why, I would call her a beautiful flower

who represents her country with grace

and elegance.

- Jane, would you like another drink?

- The Colonel has already
ordered drinks, Barney.

- Yeah, sorry, later then.

- Harold, have you met Miss Davalos?

- A pleasure.

- I've heard a lot about
you, Mr. Llewellyn.

Hello, Father, and your company.

- Miss Davalos, this is Bernard Sanford.

It is his security company
you've heard about.

- Mr. Sanford.

- Anjanette, I was beginning to wonder

if you were going to put in an appearance.

- Mother, between displaying our wealth

for the international community tonight

and telling an interesting story

at the press conference on Thursday,

you know I wouldn't miss it for the world.

- Anjanette, this is not the time

for that kind of display.

- Well, when is the time, Mother?

- Marianna, Anjanette!

- Jane, how 'bout a dance?

- The orchestra isn't playing, Barney.

- Father, I think it's
time someone told you

just what is happening.

- Anjanette, what do you mean by that?

- You know exactly what I mean, Mother.

Father, not all the
people who surround you

are looking after your best interest.

- Anjanette, I'm warning you to (mumbles).

- What are you trying to say?

- Father, I am telling
you that there will be

a revolution, and if you can't
make the government change

and accommodate the needs of the people,

you will be finished.

- You treacherous little traitor!

You are talking to your father.

- And my mother!

You can't continue ignoring
the people of San Caribe,

you with your jewels and your receptions.

Father, you must believe
what I'm telling you.

There will be a revolution.

- Ridiculous, never!

(g*ns firing)

(screaming)

(glass shattering)

(threatening music)

(loud exploding)

- Don't move her!

- Is she?

- We'll have to wait and see.

(tense music)

- Sounds like it's over.

We should go see what's happened.

- Why, everybody's dead, aren't they?

- Well, there's only one way to find out.

(tense music)

- Father!

No!

- Please, Anjanette, your
father would not want you

to see him like this.

(speaking in foreign language)

(sighing deeply)

- Please, help me get her upstairs.

(tense music)

- Mr. Llewellyn, Mr.
Llewellyn, Mr. Sanford,

I think we have some work to do

before Thursday's press conference.

- Aside from a brief release,

what on Earth is there
for economic reporters

to talk about?

- We will proceed as planned.

Madam Davalos will represent
San Caribe in the interim.

- The interim?

- Of course, until new
elections can be held,

Madam Davalos will be the
new leader of San Caribe.

It goes without saying that your contract

will remain enforced.

What happened here tonight was not

a simple breach of security.

It was a full-fledged rebel as*ault

by a military group.

- Our company was prepared to
deal with such a contingency.

- This was not an ordinary breach

of professional protection
systems, Mr. Llewellyn.

In no way do we consider
your work to be second rate.

- It's not our work that's
in question here, Colonel,

it's the ethics of presenting a government

to world leaders and media
two days after a m*ssacre,

as if you were conducting
business as usual.

- The guard in the
surveillance room was m*rder*d

before the as*ault.

- [Barney] What?

- You heard me.

- How do you know?

- His blood was all
over the monitor dials.

Whoever k*lled him cut his throat

and then turned off the monitors,

before he wiped the blood off his hands.

- This is outrageous.

- Why would you say that?

- Because this means that it was an,

how do you say, an inside job.

- That's what it sounds like.

Have any idea who would be
responsible for this, Colonel?

- No, it can't be.

- Colonel, if you know
something, you have to tell us.

- It's not possible.

- [Barney] Please,
Colonel, anything to help.

- There's only one person
who could possibly,

no.

- Who is it, Esteve?

- The president's daughter,

Anjanette.

- How is she?

- I thought she had a fever,

but she seems to be
sleeping peacefully now.

Who are you?

- Oh, you remember me,

I brought your daughter up here.

- I remember, that's not what I meant.

- Getting over the shock?

- You mean Henri?

How could I ever...

I know who you are.

You're Waldo Warren.

- And how did you figure that out?

My daughter told me you were a big man

with a bad attitude.

- You're too kind.

- What do you want?

- You think your daughter wants you dead?

- What are you saying?

- She doesn't seem to
agree with your politics.

You think she'd k*ll you
to get what she wants?

- My husband is dead, Mr. Warren.

Our daughter loved him.

She would do nothing to
harm either one of us.

Get out!

- Okay.

Before I go,

I think you should take a look at this.

(ambulance siren blaring)

- How much?

- For what?

- This is blackmail, isn't it?

- Aren't you forgetting, lady,
I'm still working for you.

- That never stopped anybody, but...

- Yes?

- This proves nothing.

- Then why don't we just bring it up

at Thursday's press conference?

- What?

- You haven't heard?

You're about to be installed
the empress of San Caribe.

You didn't plan it, did you?

- You swine!

I loved my husband, I loved him!

I loved that man, I loved--

- What about this?

- What about it?

It's not the first lie linking me

with the religious
practices of San Caribe.

- [Waldo] You wanna tell me about it?

- There's nothing to say.

There are some people from San Caribe

who have come here, and they still believe

in the Dimbala.

I stand behind all my people, even them.

- Enough to participate in their rituals?

- Mister, whatever your name is,

I was educated at the
Sorbonne in Paris, France.

(shouting in French)

I have a degree in sociology
from Princeton University.

Do I look like the kind of person

who would be a voodoo queen?

- [Waldo] Now that you mention it, yes.

(shouting in French)

(crying)

Now that we've got that out of the way,

you wanna talk?

(haunting music)

- Are you ready?

- For what?

- The embassy, Barney, remember?

Jane, a m*ssacre, dead people?

- Harold, don't do that.

- Barney, you gotta do it,
otherwise, you go nuts.

- Okay, what are we doing?

- We're going to the San Caribe Consulate

to see if we can find out
how in the hell we blew it.

- I thought you said we didn't blow it?

- Technically, we didn't,

but if everybody doesn't get out alive,

somebody's gotta take the rap.

- I get it.

Let's go.

(tense music)

- Colonel Esteve is expecting us.

- Yes, sir.

The embassy has been vacated
except for the colonel.

He asked if you would wait for him

in the surveillance room.

- Thank you.

- This is really something, isn't it?

- What?

- You saw what this room
looked like last night.

If you didn't know any better,

you'd never know what happened.

Harold?

- Just a minute.

- What, what is it?

- You said if you didn't know any better,

you'd never know.

- Yeah, so?

- If you didn't know...

- Harold, what are you getting at?

- That's it, it was a setup!

- But you already said that's what it was.

- No, not an inside job, a real setup.

- I don't understand.

- A setup, Barney, the
whole thing was a phony.

- You were here last night.

You saw dead bodies, you saw blood.

- Sure, we did.

Now we have to find out
what really happened.

(tense music)

(screaming)

(grunting)

(yelling)

(yelling)

(grunting)

(smashing)

Chair.

(g*n fires)

- g*ns, gentlemen?

What were you sh**ting at?

Certainly not the help.

- Are you kidding?

Who works here, ninja butlers?

- The consulate has been
evacuated, Mr. Sanford.

With the exception of myself

and the security guard who admitted you,

the building is empty.

- In that case, you got a security guard

who needs a seeing eye dog.

- Where are Madam
Davalos and her daughter?

- They have, I'm afraid there's
no other way to say this,

gone into hiding.

- What about tomorrow's press conference?

- We will proceed as planned.

- Where?

- Here, of course.

- Colonel Esteve, we are
responsible for the safety

of the Davalos family.

I demand to know where they are!

- Certainly, Mr. Llewellyn.

I'm hardly trying to hide them from you.

- Where the hell are they then?

- (sighs) I'm afraid I'm
going to be very happy

when this security contract's up.

- Get to the point!

- Madam Davalos will be
displeased if others know of this.

- Know of what?

- The Makumba.

She could never rid
herself of the old ways.

- Do you have any idea
what he's talking about?

- Yes, voodoo.

Go on, Colonel.

- I see you are familiar with
what we are dealing with,

Mr. Llewellyn.

- I am.

- There's a building,

an abandoned building near the river.

Late at night, when the stars in the sky

are in the proper place,

people of San Caribe go there,

and revert to the old ways.

They become, you'll have
to see for yourself.

- Are you saying that Mrs. Davalos

and her daughter are there?

- I can really say nothing more.

Even though you have been
engaged to protect them,

to go to that building tonight would be,

there's nothing more I can say.

- I don't believe this.

- You don't believe voodoo exists?

- No, I don't believe I'm gonna
miss my wedding rehearsal.

(distant frantic drumming)

(frantic drumming)
(screaming)

- Amazing, isn't it?

Practicing our corrupted
form with their faith

in the biggest city in the country,

and nobody seems to know about it but us.

(frantic drumming)
(screaming)

- Mother?

Mother?

(speaking in foreign language)

- Si, I'm here.

(frantic drumming)
(screaming)

- I'm not so sure this is the best place

for us to lie low, Mr. Warren.

- [Waldo] You could be right.

Call me Waldo.

(frantic drumming)
(screaming)

(singing in foreign language)

Now, now, wait.

- She'll be burned!

- I don't think so.

(frantic dreaming)
(singing in foreign language)

(foreboding music)

- Some of these people
look awfully familiar.

- I wondered how long it would
take you to figure it out.

(frantic drumming)
(singing in foreign language)

(foreboding music)

- Mother!

- Baby!

Oh, my baby.

I knew you'd come back to me.

- No one has to know
about this, Miss Davalos.

Your mother's secret will remain with us.

- Now you must really think
we're animals, don't you?

- What?

- You'll never understand, none of you.

- What?

- Please, I want to go to my mother.

(foreboding music)

(frantic drumming)
(screaming)

- What are you waiting for?

(tense music)

(g*n firing)

(screaming)

(g*n firing)

(screaming and groaning)

- I told you you would
thank me for that some day.

- What the hell was that all about?

- Some other time, Barney.

Right now, we have to
figure out what Ciprian Lane

and Esteve are going to pull next.

- Esteve?

- I knew he was behind all this.

- Well, what did he have to gain?

He was really running the government.

He wasn't part of the rebels.

- No, he wasn't, was he, Anjanette?

- Anjanette, you?

- It's not what you think, Madam Davalos.

Your daughter and her people
had no part in the attack

on the embassy.

- Then who did?

- Esteve.

He hired Lane to make it look like

it was Anjanette's followers.

- But why?

- Because he had a plan,
didn't he, Madam Davalos?

- He...

He promised me things
wouldn't go this far.

- Mother!

- (speaks in foreign language) Please!

Your father wasn't supposed to die.

It was only supposed to
look like he was wounded,

that's all, so that we
could proclaim martial law.

- Why?

- So that they had a
month to loot the treasury

of the country,

before the real revolution took place.

- Your father is not dead, girl.

- What?

- What I say is true.

- I knew it, I told you it was a fake!

- Where is he?

- I think I know.

(tense music)

(energetic music)

- Get her!

(screaming)

(g*n fires)

(hissing)

- I just bought these, Llewellyn.

You'll get the bill.

- I don't believe this.

- Wake up, Presidente!

Wake up!

This time, no drugs.

This time, it's for real.

(ominous music)

Goodbye, Presidente.

(ominous music)

- [Anjanette] Father!

Father!

(bubbling)

- No!

(tense music)

- He's dead.

- Who ever thought you could
watch the same man die twice

in one lifetime?

- I hate to say this.

- What?

- I have to take a leak.

- Actually, that's
probably not a bad idea.

This is gonna be a long night.

(pulling zipper)

- Now what?

- We track Esteve.

- How, we don't know
where the hell he went.

- I've got a pretty good idea.

- Yeah?

(g*n clicks)

(suspenseful music)

- Now's not the time to find out, Barney.

(g*n firing)

- You what?

- Barney, there are some
things about this business

you don't wanna know.

- So, where do we go from here?

- Where else? (pulls zipper)

(frantic drumming)

- They tried to stop us, but they can't.

We move with the speed of the
(speaks in foreign language).

Never dies!

The old ways never die!

- [Voiceover] Colonel Esteve, k*ll him!

(frantic drumming)

(tense music)

(whooshing)

(smacking)
(groaning)

(frantic drumming)

- They tried to find us, but they can't!

- [Followers] No!

- They tried to stop us, but they can't!

- [Followers] No!

- Those who do not believe can only die!

(ominous music)

(frantic drumming)
(screaming)

(clattering)
(screaming)

(frantic drumming)
(screaming)

- Get the feeling this wasn't
the ideal time to show up.

(screaming)

- Oh, she'll skin him alive!

- Mother!

- It's true, she kept all the old ways!

She lied to me!

Oh, Mama, you promised me!

- Old ways never change.

You knew that from the beginning!

You knew we would never change!

- You promised.

- For what?

So that you could marry a man

and then lie to him about
where you came from?

- Mama, no, Mama!

- Your daughter, the girl
I never saw before tonight,

you were ashamed!

- I wanted the best for us, Mama.

- There is nothing better
than the way of the Dimbala!

Get that?

Pay the price!
(groaning)

(screaming)

(tense music)

(fire crackling)

Dimbala never dies!

Never!

The old ways

never, never

change.

We will k*ll them all!

(tense music)

(fire roaring)

(fire crackling)

(fire roaring)

(mystical music)

- Don't worry, they won't hurt you.

It's over.

- I don't get it.

(mystical music)

(fire crackling)

What's happening?

- They're going home.

- Why?

How come they aren't tearing me to pieces?

- Mama Dora was the last in
the line of voodoo priestesses.

Marianna refused to follow her lead.

They knew the end was coming.

(mystical music)
(fire crackling)

Death is the easiest thing
for them to understand.

It's almost all they know.

I think they were waiting for it.

- How?

- Barney, it's over.

They've accepted it, why don't you?

(mystical music)

(suspenseful music)

(g*n fires)

(clanging)

- You can't escape me now.

You know it!

It could have been so easy, Anjanette.

All you had to do is go
along with everything,

(g*n c*ck) like your
mother and father did.

You could have been rich,

rich!

You know what I have here?

More than you could ever dream of!

Much more!

Don't you want to know?

$17,000,000,

17,000,000, Anjanette!

And there could have been more, much more,

if you'd only given us the time!

We had a cargo plane waiting

on the (mumbling) in San Caribe,

filled with every treasure imaginable:

paintings, Rolls Royces,

antiques worth a fortune,

could have been ours, all of it,

if only you'd given me the time

to present your mother
to the press tomorrow.

And now, the plane is still
standing on the runway,

and you have nothing.

Nothing!

No one gives a damn about
the 50 disgusting people

on your island!

They're stupid, ignorant,
undeserving of help!

There was never anything you
could have done for them,

you must realize that by now!

So come on out!

Come out, Anjanette!

Show me the man,

and we'll k*ll him.

All of this can be yours too.

We'll rule San Caribe together.

You're the last one left.

It's all yours,

yours

and mine.

(g*n fires)

(energetic music)

- I hate using my left hand.

Never really know if it's gonna work.

- And so, after a series of
almost unbelievable events,

Anjanette Davalos finds herself in charge

of a new government.

It's a job that promises to
be one of the most challenging

and difficult roles on the
international scene today.

Only time will tell if this unseasoned,

but highly regarded, young woman

will be able to bring peace,
and perhaps even prosperity,

to the troubled Caribbean
island that is her home.

(all yelling simultaneously)

- What about the funds?

What about the voodoo?

- One at a time, please.

Miss Davalos is ready to
answer any and all questions

you might have.

(all yelling simultaneously)

Please, one at a time.

(all yelling simultaneously)

Let's start with you.

- Miss Davalos, what about the funds?

(all yelling simultaneously)

- Please.

(all yelling simultaneously)

Please!

(all yelling simultaneously)

Please!

(all yelling simultaneously)

- The state department called,

they want Waldo exclusively.

Something about the
satisfaction of working

for your own country.

Here's a message from Central
America, a dictatorship.

They'll give you your own island,

all the women you want,
horses, cars, boats,

houses, anything.

The United Arab Emirates are offering

the most pleasant climate in the Gulf,

and money is no object.

- Loyalty, Waldo,

remember your friends.

After all, we created you.

- Oh, and Barney, your fiancee called.

- Oh.

- The wedding is off.

- Well, I suppose that's all right.

I didn't really wanna get married anyway.

- No?

- No, I have a good thing going here.

I mean, now that I figured
out what it's all about.

I mean, a little adventure,
little excitement,

good money, I'm gonna be a g*nman.

You think I can make it?

(c*ck hang g*n)

(hand g*n fires)

(energetic music)