so much assurance.
Don't get any ideas, Captain.
I had the crew put a can of
gasoline in your cabin.
The last one alive
will set fire to it.
You're a very clever man, Captain.
I'm going to try to live up
to that compliment.
Try to understand,
that opium really belongs to us.
The dealers will pay us
a good price for it.
What I'm offering you
is something more precious...
Your life.
It would be very easy for you
to chase us, catch us and ram us.
- Do you have any choice?
- There are plenty of choices.
I would prefer to die with honor,
and at the same time get rid of you.
Let's not get too excited, Captain.
You're an experienced skipper.
The ship can't go much faster
than the motor launch.
And timewise you will have
a considerable advantage.
I'll need time to weigh anchor,
after that I'll need time to sail
through the channel...
and finally, you know that
the open sea exit is mined.
And de-mining it will take more time.
You'll have a minimum of one hour
to find your way to the open sea.
Then you'll be able to change your
course. I'd never catch up with you.
So what do we decide?
Let me think for a minute.
First I want the motor launch
engine checked,
and the water and food supply
sampled by your men.
You must all be unarmed.
Those are the terms for the exchange
of prisoners.
What interests me most is the cargo.
All should be completed by 6 a.m.
Full speed ahead!
Those bastards!
They're not so dumb.
Send a wire: "We're coming back."
Let them prepare a great reception.
Sergey...
From the captain.
You again! What do you want?
Don't kill me!
You're going to need me.
I'll do whatever you...
Stick 'em up!
Up I said!
On your feet!
Transmit a S.O.S.
Make it quick!
All right, only don't kill me!
I'll do what you want.
Who's at the door? Find out!
- What do you want?
- The captain wants you.
All right.
Now give our co-ordinates.
- Are you coming or not?
- Coming!
Don't open.
If you do, he'll shoot.
That's enough. On your feet! Move!
Don't shoot!
What's going on?!
Stop the engines!
Let go the anchor!
Stop the engines!
Mayday, mayday, mayday...
Calling all warships,
submarines, airforce craft!
A freighter has been attacked
by pirates.
Will all who receive this message
go to the following co-ordinates:
seven degrees eighteen minutes
north latitude,
138 degrees eleven minutes
east longitude!
The End