You have no idea what you're into, do you?
Who are you?
My name is Bertram.
I know what you found in the forest.
It's frightening, isn't it?
The way people react to a discovery like yours.
It's almost mystical.
It transforms them, really. Brings out a completely different side.
What you found out there is more than just a lost item.
It is the closest that you and I will ever get...
to an honest-to-goodness Pandora's box.
But here's the good news.
God has smiled on you today. He sent me.
So why don't you just tell me where it is and I will make this all go away?
If I tell you where...
what would you do with it?
I would do what the good Lord intended to be done with it.
I would deliver it to the highest bidder.
I've done nothing wrong.
I know.
- Who are you? - I'm Christopher Chance.
I'm here to take you home.
Hmm.
Ha.
Uh, I'm a bit new to this. Is this rescue going well?
Better than some.
Not as well as others.
We're not gonna make it. There's too many of them.
- They're gonna be too busy to chase us. - Busy? Doing what?
Putting that out.
Winston. It's me.
- I got him. - We're set with the plane.
Just waiting for refueling.
We're headed to Maria's. We'll pick up the papers she scored.
We're gonna be headed out your way.
- Don't dawdle. - I won't.
I'm not kidding. Now's not the time to be strolling down memory lane.
Winston, I'm gonna be in and out before you know it. Now, don't worry.
Hey, dude.
He's gonna get us a deal on the refuel. Guy's the best in the business.
Hmm.
This is gonna be bad.
Dude, we're standing at the foot of the Andes.
I told you this wasn't gonna be a Bermuda shorts kind of trip.
Not the weather, the job.
Maria calls Chance out of the blue after all this time...
asking him to go rescue this guy.
It's not like things ended well their first time around.
This is an old wound to be opening up like this.
You sound like a supermarket novel, dude.
You're also probably not wrong.
Yeah.
Uh, sorry, I couldn't help but overhear. Did you say we're going to Maria's?
- Yeah. - As in Maria Gallego?
Owns a bar by Santa Ynez trading post?
Yeah. She said, uh, one of her customers is getting in trouble with authority...
- and asked if I could help out. - I see.
That's all it took for you to fly down here and blow up a base?
- A phone call from her? - We go way back.
What about you? How does an anthropologist from Cambridge...
end up in a mess like this?
I do research here. Ancient tribes deep within the forest.
Only on this trip, I stumbled onto something.
You familiar with the late Juan Saldovar?
Ruled this country for almost a decade.
Yeah, name rings a bell. Tried to flee the country, died in a plane crash.
His army searched for the wreckage for years.
Private salvage firms searched. The CIA took a pass at it. They all crapped out.
Pull off the road just up here.
There's an army that would like to have a word with us.
Oh, you'll wanna see this, I can assure you.
Hand me your side arm.
A man walked onto my base and left with a prisoner who is of great value.
And you...
did not fire a single shot.
How do you intend to rectify this?
Uh, Colonel, I...
- I may be able to be of some help. - And who are you?
I'll just cut to the chase.
Three Americans landed in a rented jet at San Carlos Airport a couple of hours...
before your prisoner's escape. Two of them are still on the tarmac.
- And how do you know this? - Oh.
Managing situations like this is what I do.
Rule number one: Always know who's coming and who's going.
Tell me more, Señor Bertram.
Absolutely.
- It's just up here. - Right.
Turns out when President Saldovar fled...
he brought some unusual cargo with him.
I hid this when the army was closing in.
I didn't want any of it falling into their hands.
What is it you want in return for your help?
A partnership.
A shared ownership in the find, fifty-fifty.
- I do not need that much help. - With all due respect, colonel...
given the scope of Professor Slocombe's find...
you'll need all the help you can get.
So let me guess, this isn't the only one you found on that plane.
No. There's a few more.
- How many? - Six hundred and twenty-seven.
Oh.
We are talking about $40 million in bullion.
You don't know to unload volume like that without alerting the CFTC.
You don't know that the markets in Asia are softer this time of year.
You don't know.
But I do.
Now, about those Americans at the airport...
So who are the two Americans at the airport?
Listen, I just got this over the radio. Clear out of that airport, now.
- How did they find out we were here? - Does it matter?
That's a fair point.
- We'll wait for the pilot and take off. - Where's the pilot?
He went to see about getting us refueled like 20 minutes ago.
More like 30 minutes ago. Where the hell is he?
I think he's right there.
Oh, that's not good.
That's definitely not good.
We've got a problem, dude.
Get out of there, now.
That's gonna be hard. The pilot just got arrested and the plane's got no gas.
- Look, I'll call you back. - What'd he say?
He suggested we get airborne.
- Oh, yeah, that's helpful. - Yeah.
I got an idea.
Need a new ride.
- Did you find a way out of there yet? - Ish. I mean, we're in the air.
Now, where the hell are we supposed to meet you?
Tell your pilot to head north. There's, uh, a pass through the mountains.
Antigua, Anjeela, something like that. Your guy should know.
All right, got it. So we're meeting you at another airport?
No, it's more of an airfield.
It's in the middle of a forest, about 120 miles north of your position.
The rebels used it to ferry supplies underneath the radar.
Wait a minute, hang on. Is it 120 miles, or is it about 120 miles?
I'm not sure, but Maria knows.
When I get there, I'll get the location of the airfield...
- and I'll call you with the coordinates. - Yeah.
Excuse me.
- Excuse me, sir. - Huh?
Do you know how to get to a mountain range called, um, Antigua?
Or, uh, Anjeela?
- No. - No.
That's great. That's just great.
All right, listen. I'm gonna need you to keep flying north.
Okay? Just keep flying straight ahead north.
Don't ask me for how long.
No.
Huh?
Dude, I don't think he speaks English.
He...?
Oh, God.
They're in the air.
We gotta get to Maria's, find a place to land.
Right. We're asking quite a bit of her, aren't we, harboring two fugitives?
It was Maria's idea to call me in in the first place and she offered to help.
Yes, to help obtain forged travel documents.
Not to shepherd us to a secret rebel airbase in the forest.
Not with half the army tailing behind.
I've been in a rough spot with Maria. She can handle it.
No doubt she can handle it. My concern relates to whether she wants to.
Or whether she might want to throw us out by our trousers...
for bringing this trouble into her bar.
Trust me. She'll be glad to see me.
The fugitive was last spotted here.
I want patrols south of that position.
If those men are not in my possession within an hour, you'll answer for it.
Yes, sir.
Uh, excuse me, colonel. Why south?
North belongs to rebels. They'd never risk it.
You're talking $40 million in gold.
You'd be surprised what people would risk.
- What is this here? - It's a trading post, a cantina.
It's nothing.
Might I borrow a few of your men?
I knew I could count on you to get Doug safely to me.
I don't understand.
She wants the gold for herself, dummy.
Saldovar stole that gold. It belongs to this country.
- It isn't fair... - Life isn't fair.
You shouldn't dwell on it.
You call me in, avoiding the risk of breaking him out yourself.
Now the army's scouring the countryside looking for me.
Meanwhile, you use Doug to find the wreck.
You're better at watching other people's backs...
instead of keeping an eye on your own.
Now get out of my place.
Did I do something to you?
You've got 60 seconds to get out.
Just asking a question.
It's better to hash out old times under less-heated circumstances.
No, relax. She's not gonna shoot me.
- Does she know that? - Shut up.
- Forty seconds. - She should be thanking me...
for all the times I bailed her out of a jam.
I'm sorry, when you bailed me out?
Yeah. The flat tire in San Javier, the leg splint in Los Rios.
And that one time in Tarapacá.
Oh, don't you dare bring up Tarapacá.
Oh, I'll bring up Tarapacá. I'll bring up Tarapacá all day.
- Ahem, excuse me... Shut up, Doug.
Hold on. Is this because I left?
Now, you hired me to do a job and I finished it.
- That is not what this is about. - Come on, Maria.
Either you're mad at me because I left the rebels you're fighting with...
or you're mad because I left you.
Time's up.
What's that?
- You brought them here? - Well, it's not like I invited them.
Bring them downstairs.
I don't want them finding them.
About your rescue plan, I have some thoughts for the next go-around.
So, Pablo, can we discuss this rationally? I mean, it's me.
Si, I know. I remember.
Hmm, right.
Is there anyone in this country who doesn't hate you?
Well, you and I seem to be doing okay.
Good afternoon.
What can I get for you?
Uh...
Whiskey.
They know we're here.
- How? - I don't know.
They couldn't have gotten here fast.
There's no way she'll be able to stop them from searching this place.
Doug, let me ask you a question.
You're not a pacifist, are you?
Do you know what's so comforting about this situation we find ourselves in?
- What's that? - The clarity.
Hmm? We inhabit a world that is severely lacking in that department.
With politics and religion, the price of a cup of coffee.
All subjects of unending disagreement, but not gold.
Everybody wants it.
People are willing to kill for it.
For 10,000 years, there's been not an ounce of doubt about that.
I'm sorry, but you've got me a little bit at a loss.
What gold are you talking about?
Would you like to tell me where the professor and his friend are right now?
Hi.
Well, there's one.
Just not the one I was really hoping for.
- So tell me how this works, Mr...? - Bertram.
You get wind of a find like Doug's, you strike a deal with the locals...
round up some muscle and make off with the loot.
There's a name for that.
Salvage and reclamation.
Piracy.
You're a pirate.
Minus the peg leg.
Now, listen, you sound like a...
- Like a smart guy. - Hmm.
But there's something I know that you don't.
What would that be?
Doug Slocombe is not a pacifist.
- Doug, let's go! - Huh?
"Don't dawdle."
I said that explicitly.
I mean, I know he has a soft spot for this girl, but come on.
He knew her like 10 years ago for a week.
A week? Is that what he told you?
A week. I left after a week, dude. He stuck around for like four months.
When he did get home...
you couldn't say a word to him without him snapping.
I've never known him to snap at anybody.
Look, a guy like that has got a lot of armor up, dude.
A girl gets through it, she's gonna leave a mark.
That's why I've tried to be honest with my feelings.
Life's too short.
La boca what?
Oh, right.
What do you mean, "right"? What the hell is going on?
Anjeela. The pass Chance told us to take.
They call it la boca del diablo down here. Devil's mouth.
- Why the hell do they call it that? - It eats planes.
Uh, I'm sorry. What?
Higher elevations in the mountains kind of create a heavy wind shear.
Turbulence.
The pilot we hired could have handled it. That guy was the best here.
What about this guy?
- You okay? - Get your hands off me.
That's a nice way to say gracias. You're welcome. How about you?
You bring a unit of soldiers into my bar...
give the professor a gun to shoot the place up and I'm supposed to thank you?
Probably burning the place up as we speak.
I imagine you can do a good renovation with $5 million.
Excuse me?
That airfield in Antigua, the one you guys used to use for supplies...
it's my only way out of here.
You don't know where it is.
Tell us the location, we'll tell you where to find the gold.
It's called Anjeela. And there is no "you guys" anymore.
What do you mean? People talking about the rebels...
They're drug runners. Thugs.
They're not the guys we fought with. And these woods, they're full of scouts.
You try to make that airfield, you'll be dead before you even get close.
Hmm.
What makes me think you know a way past them?
There's a lot more out there than 5 million.
Any more than that, you're gonna get yourself in trouble.
Once we get Doug back, he'll report the find to the U.N.
They'll insure the return of the money to the treasury.
But 5 million, that won't be missed.
From here on out, you do what I say, when I say it.
And if I sense, even for one second, that you're trying to burn me on this...
I will slit your throat and leave you out for the wolves.
Works for me.
Now, get out of my way.
Told you she'd be glad to see me.
Yeah.
Come on, Maria, let's get this show on the road.
So may we talk about your romantic history with Maria?
Why would we wanna do that?
Well, clearly, there are unresolved feelings...
manifesting in all sorts of virility displays, threat gestures.
Now, in most cultures, this kind of behavior results in one of two outcomes.
- Let me guess. Marriage? - Yes, that's certainly one.
- And what's the other one? - Premeditated murder.
Oh.
Point is, so long as my survival depends on the two of you breathing oxygen...
perhaps you may consider reconciling with her.
I don't think that's gonna happen.
Right. Um, in the bar, you said you'd left her just before she assaulted you.
Now, I'm no expert, but perhaps it would help if you told her why you left.
You get caught in those military clothes, they'll put your head on a pike.
Get changed.
A little privacy?
Okay.
He does delivery twice a week through the forest.
Pays protection money to the rebels in exchange for safe passage.
He can get us to the airfield.
Okay. Let's get moving.
Yeah, for the record, the two of you, you need help.
- Why are we stopped? - This is rebel territory.
So?
- They're heavily armed, are they? - Yes.
Well...
I suppose I'm on my own.
Oh, ye?
They will kill you.
Oh, ye of little faith.
You see anything?
So I've been drinking in your establishment for years.
How is it I never knew you were once a rebel soldier?
She wasn't just a soldier.
Don't tell him that.
She had her own brigade. She was the pride of the Fuerza de la Revolución.
Wow!
And how did you enter into the picture?
Ah, you know, just referrals.
- Referrals? For what? - Well...
We were planning an operation on a high-level target.
Called in Boy Wonder here to get it done.
Yeah? What sort of target?
- Don't tell him that. - Saldovar.
Oh!
Wait, you shot down that plane.
Well, yeah.
You're the reason I'm on the run.
I'm also the reason you're not sitting in a jail right now, so there's that.
Winston.
We're on our way. We get there, we're gonna set up the beacon.
The devil's mouth?
What? The devil's what?
Oh. Oh, right. It's not as bad as it...
What the hell is he saying?
I think he said you weigh too much, dude.
Where the hell...? Hey!
Where the hell are you going?
He said the plane weighs too much, wise-ass.
Oh, really? Is that before or after you got on it?
Dude, I don't have a lot of confidence in our situation here.
What the hell are you talking about?
Well, unless Alberto there has banked a few favors with the big guy upstairs...
I think this could be it.
In which case, I got some things I need to confess.
No.
Oh, no. Hell no.
- Dude, that's not cool, man. - I don't care.
I don't give a flying Fig Newton if we are about to die.
I'm not gonna spend the last of my life...
listening to all the heinous, repugnant stuff you've done.
And furthermore...
I know a lot more about your amoral ass than you think I do.
What do you think I do in this company? You think I'm a night watchman?
Yeah, the fire at the orphanage? Yeah, I know about that.
The nun in Montreal? I know about that too.
You see, I already got a head that's a
stopped-up toilet full of Guerrero as it is.
There's no vacancy. No room at the inn, locked full, no waiting.
If you start with this confession...
I swear, either me or you are gonna be the next thing to get out of this plane.
All right? You wanna test me, go ahead. Go ahead. Say one word. One word.
Señor! Señor!
Just for the record, I think you could have handled that a little better.
You're touching me.
What are you, 8?
There's not a lot of room to work with in here.
Why don't we start over, you know? "It's nice to see you."
"Nice to see you too." "You look great."
Don't. Don't do that.
What? It's not as if it was easy for me.
What wasn't easy for you?
Leaving. Honestly, I felt...
not good about it.
"Not good"?
Yeah. Yeah. Not good.
Care to expand on that?
- How? - You said two words.
Well, yeah, that's a lot for me. I mean, I'm trying to be diplomatic here.
You're an idiot.
- Heh, for the rec... - Shh! I thought I heard a radio squawk.
- What? - You're always jumpy like that.
That's why we never put you on sentry duty. Ask anybody.
Heh, well, good thing there's no spiders in here.
The rebels would hear you screaming for miles.
I'm not afraid of spiders.
I'm afraid of one type of spider called the banana spider...
the most venomous spider in the world...
and it's very common in this part of Latin America.
You're right. There's one right there behind you.
- It's big. - That's not funny.
It wasn't funny 10 years ago. It's not funny now.
I told you not to do that.
I know.
I heard.
I have a gun.
It's 2010. Everybody's got guns.
- Uhn. What? What's going on? - Shut up.
Hmm?
Hello again.
So you got some new pirate buddies, how'd you manage that?
Well, it just so happens that I'm friends with Jesus Montoya...
their chief weapons supplier.
We spent last Christmas in Caracas. It was lovely.
Now, where is Saldovar's plane?
All right, then.
All right. Everybody just relax.
The plane is this way.
If you put down the guns, I'll take you there.
Can I assume that you know...
what will happen to your beautiful friends if you're lying?
- Yeah. - Okay. Good.
What are you doing? Even if we take them to the gold, they'll still kill us.
- I know. - This isn't even the right way.
- The plane's in the other direction. - I know.
So where the hell are we going?
So at what point do they realize we're stringing them along and then shoot us?
Well, I have to imagine it would be pretty soon, but luckily, we're here.
Where?
Isn't this where we used to hide our ammunition?
- Ammunition supply surrounded by a... - Yep.
Minefield.
Are you crazy?
When you hear the signal, stay on this line...
- it'll get us through. - What signal?
- Aah! - That signal.
Run!
- What happened? - It's my fault.
I stepped on the mine, she shoved me out of the way.
Come on, Maria.
You're touching me again.
Get off me.
The airfield is just a few miles away.
What happened to the gentleman in the suit?
He'll know about the airfield. We better move.
Winston. Yeah, it's me. Listen, the beacon. It's up and running.
- We got the signal. We're on our way. - Okay.
- How's your arm? - I've had worse.
You were worried about me.
- Not good. - Hmm?
In the back of the truck, you said it felt not good when you left.
So why did you?
The night before I left...
all I could think of was...
- Uh, excuse me... - Doug, I'm trying to, uh, do a thing here.
Mm-hm.
We just can't catch a break, can we?
Let's go.
Listen, guys, a little bit of a glitch.
- The army just seized the airfield. - That ain't good.
No es bueno, dude.
Look, how we gonna land with the army on the runway?
You can't, ugh.
Search the field.
Set up a perimeter.
Well, if they're not here yet, they will be soon.
Uh, someone gonna tell me what we're gonna do?
Guerrero, I got an idea. Remember that thing on the roof of the farmhouse?
- The flood or the place with the geese? - No. The flood.
No. Really?
All right, um, we can do that. How much time you need?
- About five minutes. - See you in five.
- Do I want to know? - No.
That's crazy, man.
Yeah, that is crazy. You wanna tell me what the hell's going on?
Fly in low. Low.
Come with me, dude.
- What are we looking for? - Cable. Lots of it.
- Will this work? - Perfect.
They're getting close.
Let's go.
Maria, back up that truck between those towers.
What do I do?
Write down the coordinates of Saldovar's gold, and help her.
On three. Three!
Doug, get up here.
- Oh, no. - Yes.
- No. - Doug, get in the net.
Okay.
The plane's gonna be here any minute. Here.
- What's that? - The coordinates for Saldovar's plane.
We had a deal, right?
- What? - Doug is right. It doesn't belong to me.
It's not what I want anyway. What I want is an answer.
I never wanted to leave you.
Every time I've ever gotten close to anybody in my life...
they've been taken away.
Cut it.
I didn't leave because I didn't have feelings for you.
I left because I did.
- Go. - Stay down.
Uh... Um... Excuse me. Guys?
- Hey, how you doing? You all right? - Yeah. I'm fine.
What happened to the plane we came in on? This looks like a vending machine.
I'm glad you're okay.
Oh, no.
The map. It's not here.
Do you have it?
It must have fallen off of us in the air.
Relax, Doug.
Things get lost down there all the time.
Nicely done.
Shut up, Doug.