transmitter is ours.
I hate to spoil your fun,
Captain...
But you don't have a radio...
This is part of it.
It's not going to be easy for your
ship either. Only I can pilot you.
However I don't feel like working
for you as a pilot.
And last but not least...
As you can see,
we have the other lady, too.
Everything depends on you. If you
want to make their stay pleasant,
you'll think over my proposition.
You have till twelve tonight.
All right, let's go!
Let's get out of here!
Sergey!
We've got to find our way
through that channel.
Well?
There're too many rocks. It beats me
how they found their way in.
The ebb tide is due in two hours now.
Maybe we could make use of it.
And leave the girls?
We can't leave them here,
we all know that.
If we can make it out to the open sea,
then we'll have a chance.
We can't go along with their
conditions.
They'll never let the motor-launch go.
They don't want witnesses.
It's open!
You better check that the anchor
is fast.
Looks like the captain's personal
file.
Saleh, alias Li Gwan,
alias Ngouen Cho.
Has ties with Hong Kong, Macao,
Singapore. Three ships to his credit.
A professional terrorist.
Hunted by Interpol
for the hijacking of a Boeing 747.
Broke out of Saigon jail,
killing a guard.
Insensitive to pain.
Drinks like a fish, but can hold it.
Very obvious sadistic tendencies.
His weaknesses: narcotics and women.
A maniac, waits for just the right
time
before moving in for the kill.
He's a real beauty.
Shveihert.
Alias Rolf Shneider,
alias Kurt Winner.
Took part in reprisals
in South Africa, Angola.
Sharpshooter.
Handy with the blade.
Has a gut feeling for siding with
the strong.
A pathological liar,
and very stingy. Hard worker.
Easy to please in terms of living
conditions and food.
Sentimental.
Loves his mother.
We can always complain
to his mother.
All fast and nine meters depth, sir.
Nine meters is thirty-one feet.
South west,
one hundred meters, 28 feet.
This marine chart indicates
the depths.
So we can find our way out with it.
I don't like this one bit.
It's too quiet.
Eight meters... Seven.
Port engine, stop!
Starboard engine, slow astern!
Ten meters...
Look!
- It's a mine!
- Stop!
Engines full astern! Don't shoot!
We'll be washed up on the rocks!
They're coming back.
- Want me to get the motor launch?
- We have time.
If they've decided to agree to our
conditions, they'll give us a signal.
We still don't know
what's going on with them.
And we have their girls with us.
I got you, boss.
Go on, beat her!
I don't beat women,
I know other ways to make them talk.
Other ways...
Beat her! Beat her!
If you want to get anywhere,
you have to forget your feelings.
Now you go to work,
make her talk!
I'm going to have a chat
with the other one.
So you've told me everything
you've seen yourself?
That means they're both alive.
Stetsenko, get the crew together,
quick!
Right away, Captain.
Well, are you ready to start talking?
I don't understand.
You don't like whiskey?
It's a very good whiskey.
Speak up!
You don't understand English?
French neither?
Shall we speak to her in German?
They must have taught you something
when you were in school.
I'll bet you were the best student
in your class. Am I right?
Let's see how much you've learned
while you were there.
It seems you haven't studied that
in school.
Hey, Hardy! Do you like her?
Saleh, it's the Russian captain.
The proposition still goes.
Give me my men,
and you'll get the girls
plus the motor-launch and the fuel.
I can't give you any weapons though.
The terms are harder now.
You couldn't reach the open sea.
And the ship?
Don't forget my people are aboard.
That's why I offer you the motor-boat.
Otherwise, why negotiate?
And what if I paid you a decent price?
What currency would you prefer?
Dollars? Pounds?
Or maybe Thailand's bats?
So you know where we hide our cash?
That's why you sailed into
the channel with