One, two, three!
THE FARADS
Sara and I got married on May 11th, 1986.
It was a civil wedding officiated by the mayor of Marbella
and with guests from all over the world.
Even the CIA.
Even Mawad. Yes, Mawad, that son of a bitch.
There were over 500 people,
and between catering, drinks and entertainment,
the Farads paid around $800,000.
It was the wedding of the year.
And Leo paid for it thanks to the deal he closed while hunting.
The Iran-Contra deal.
By then, he'd been sending Kalashnikovs to Nicaragua for months.
The ship sailed from Poland loaded with weapons,
and after a stop at the Port of Algeciras,
it crossed the Atlantic
to Honduras.
Once in Central America,
CIA planes airdropped the Kalashnikovs over northern Nicaragua,
in Contra territory.
Five days later,
the CIA transferred the money to a bank in Switzerland,
and from there, to the companies of the Farads.
And all of a sudden,
the Candonga Club,
with 20-something customers,
became the most profitable aerobics studio in Europe.
Just to keep up appearances,
I was earning $50,000 a month in commission.
Leo was making a million.
Music, music!
May I?
Please.
Long live the Farads!
Hooray!
The CIA gave us the best wedding gift
in the form of money and prosperity.
Our wedding, more than an act of love,
was a great investment.
What the hell is Mawad doing at this wedding?
I can understand you inviting famous people to make contacts,
but Mawad?
Perestroika, Khalid, perestroika.
Perestroika my ass.
Didn't you see Reagan hugging Gorbachev?
Know what, Leo? I think you're getting old.
Maybe that's it, yeah.
Here.
You shouldn't have.
She's your daughter, damn it.
Thank you, my friend.
Monzer told me you're going to fill the islet.
Yup.
But only with rifles and ammunition.
Why? What do you need?
Two hundred Kalashnikovs.
Shit. What are you going to do?
Retake Jerusalem?
All in due time, mon ami.
Not going to cause a mess, are you?
Relax, it will be a simple operation.
You scare me, Khalid.
You have Mawad in your home and you're scared of me?
Give me a break.
I will need three or four months to gather your material.
Let me know when it's here.
I promise I won't make any trouble.
Very good, tell me...
Was it a real lion?
Totally real. Can you imagine how scared I was?
Is that legal?
Everything's legal in my family.
-To legality. -To legality.
Hello!
Hello. Hello, everyone. Hi.
I'm going to speak, come on.
Well...
Dear guests...
I'd like to dedicate a few words to my sister,
because I adore her,
and when you adore someone, the least you can do
is tell them the truth.
First, we should celebrate that she made it alive
to her wedding day considering all the guys she's screwed.
I mean, if the Marbella nightclubs could talk...
I was convinced she would die of AIDS.
Thank God she's a woman and not a homo.
I admire her, all right?
No, no, no.
I really admire her, because this girl...
This girl is fucking amazing.
She claims to be a liberal left-wing feminist,
but hey, she loses her mind over a Moët Chandon.
She's had rich boyfriends her whole life,
and now she marries an orphan.
An orphan, for fuck's sake.
I love you, too, Dad!
Really!
Okay, okay.
You've got balls.
PRAGUE
-To the wedding. -To the wedding.
I would have liked to be there,
but you know how geopolitics work.
Maybe things will change and you can come to Spain.
Things look better with Gorbachev.
I'm here because of Fidel Castro, not Gorbachev.
My dad is optimistic.
The Soviet Union is bankrupt, Sara.
Even my colleagues at the KGB know it.
Actually, they're the ones pushing for change.
Either they do something,
or everything will go to hell.
But Fidel Castro lives in his own world.
Even if the socialist bloc goes down
and communism in Europe is over,
he'll keep holding his trench in Cuba.
-Nobody tells him the truth? -Yes.
And when we do, we're branded as "pro-Perestroika."
I could be sacked any day
and sent back to Cuba.
If you need anything,
whatever it is, you can count on us.
Delicious.
You ready for Karlovy Vary tomorrow?
-Is it pretty? -Yeah.
I go every once in a while to have a mud bath.
We booked sulfurous water treatments.
Hopefully, it'll help me to stop feeling down.
Feeling down?
Yes, she's been like this since the wedding, because of Hugo.
Leo told me about it.
You're still pissed about that?
He's a jerk.
You don't pick your family, sweetie.
What should I do? Just take it until I explode?
Hugo knows nobody believes in him,
and that's the problem. He feels humiliated.
Maybe send him to therapy?
Or let him crash on his own.
He thinks he can handle it and needs to prove it.
We know he can't.
But contradicting him and arguing with him is even worse.
Let him crash once and for all.
So he takes all of us with him?
It's called damage control,
and it's the best option.
Because it's the only option.
Really, Dad? After what he did to me?
Cancel it.
Yeah, yeah, I know you can't cancel it.
Whatever you say.
Yes, Dad, I'm relaxed and enjoying myself.
I know it's my honeymoon.
The river, the Charles Bridge, the Old Town Square...
Henry? Great.
Like we were his kids. You know, going through his existential crisis,
Gorbachev, Fidel...
Dad, I have to go. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?
Yes.
Goodbye.
He's going with Hugo to the islet.
Okay.
Face it, Sara.
Your dad doesn't want to cut him out of the business.
He's his son, even if he's an idiot.
He says he needs him.
Hugo has a boating license.
What's with that islet?
It's where we keep weapons for our own business.
Like a reserve?
Yeah.
Tell your dad to send me with Hugo.
What do you mean?
Leo has more important things to take care of.
If the problem is watching your brother,
I'll do it.
Hugo could drive you completely crazy.
Honey,
I grew up in an orphanage.
Want to hear about crazy?
If we can keep Hugo in check, my dad would be grateful.
Well...
Very grateful.
It will take time.
It would be the best way to position ourselves.
With his disease, my dad will have to start delegating.
He's resisting because he doesn't want the family to break up.
But if we can handle Hugo...
We'd be showing him that we're responsible.
And what is responsibility?
Leadership.
Very good, my love.
Who said that, Churchill?
Hi! Good to see you!
It means "good to see you" in Czech.
Good to see you, too.
We have half an hour. Take off your shoes and come up.
The Liberian ship sails from Poland with 10,000 rifles
and a container full of "vodka."
They leave it in the Port of Algeciras and continue on to Honduras.
Okay. Vodka, right? Okay.
So we have to pick up the crates at the port?
No, they'll bring them in a van, you load them onto the yacht
and take them to the islet.
Vodka. Okay.
With each shipment to Honduras,
vodka will arrive to Algeciras,
and you two will take it to the islet.
Hugo knows the coordinates
and does the sailing, you take care of communications.
-Okay. -Do you know how to use a radio?
No idea.
I'll show you now.
Don't worry, I can ask one of the crew members.
What crew? There's no crew. It's only you and Hugo.
Only family knows the location of the islet.
Okay.
And the crates of vodka?
They'll be in a compartment below deck.
Below deck...
Are you sure you can handle this?
Yes, absolutely.
Everything will be fine.
They're here.
Hugo!
The van is here.
Then take care of it.
-Excuse me? -Look,
I'm here as a captain, not a dockworker.
Your father said...
Where a captain rules, a sailor has no sway, Oskar.
But if you have a problem with it, you can call my sister.
Hey!
Hey, wouldn't it be better
to load all the crates on board
and then take them down to the hold?
At this rate, we'll be here all night.
I'm just saying, to speed this up.
Wouldn't it be better for you to go fuck yourself?
Asshole.
Truth is, I loved your wife's art collection.
You did?
Did you know I started out as an intern for the National Endowment for the Arts?
Then it's true it was subsidized by the CIA.
Art is competition, too.
We put money in and got Action Painting,
Pollock, Kooning...
Communism did the same and got Socialist Realism.
Well, I prefer Pollock.
I know.
You're like one of those leftists who drink Dom Pérignon
because they have a right-wing stomach.
Give me a break, Gina.
You didn't make me come here
just to talk about champagne and art, did you?
We're increasing the Nicaraguan shipment from 10 to 15,000 rifles.
Can you handle that?
And 30,000, if necessary.
As long as you don't leave me in the lurch.
I heard the Iranians owe Mawad eight million for his airplane parts.
I know nothing about that.
You don't? Come on, Gina.
Iran is a country at war.
Sometimes they have liquidity problems,
but don't worry, it won't affect you.
Aren't my shipments paid for with Iranian money?
You're doing a great job, Leo. And Nicaragua is our priority.
We'll cover you, whatever happens.
What matters is to keep your shipments going.
You can count on it.
You know, when Monzer proposed you, I had my doubts.
Really? Why?
Because these things demand a lot of muscle, infrastructure.
And you run your operations like a family business.
Well, with family you can quarrel,
but you always find a way to get along.
You're sure you don't want a beer?
Come on, man.
There's the islet.
Hey, if you don't mind some advice,
don't make the same mistake as my sister.
Underestimate me.
Your sister doesn't underestimate you.
You think you know her well?
She's doing what's best for the family.
-According to her. -At least she's doing something.
You, besides insulting her at our wedding and scratching your balls
while I unload your dad's crates...
I told you, the captain of a yacht...
Captain my ass, Hugo.
Once we're there, you'll unload them with me.
You don't give me orders.
Then we're going back to Marbella.
And the yacht is yours, remember?
You'll answer for this if the Coast Guard stops us.
We can't turn around.
Then call your father and ask him for a solution.
It's up to you.
Stop, stop!
Okay, let's go.
Fuck!
I'm coming, God damn it!
Stop fucking whining.
I can't!
One, two, three.
Let's get another one.
Careful.
Okay, okay.
Yes. Close it.
And this is only our first trip.
Hugo isn't making things easy.
You said you'd keep him in check.
I'm on it, Leo.
"I'm on it, I'm on it."
It'll take three or four months
to bring all the merchandise to the islet.
-Leo. -At this rate...
You're asking my husband, who just joined the family, to manage Hugo overnight.
You two haven't been able to do that in... How long?
-25 years. -Nobody said "manage."
I said "help" Hugo.
And I can help him.
I understand what he's doing. And why he's doing it.
But I'll need support.
What kind of support?
A third man.
No way.
Hugo has to understand that it's complicated.
The two of them can't do it alone.
I won't put anyone else on that yacht.
It'd be someone we can trust.
My trust is restricted to family.
He's family.
My family.
MALAGA AIRPORT
-How are you? -What's up?
How are you?
The fucking Costa del Sol.
Didn't you hate Marbella?
The apartment is leased for one year, okay?
You don't have to worry about paying for water, electricity or gas...
Nothing at all.
As you can see,
it has basic furniture, so you can give it
your personal touch and feel at home.
Well? What do you think?
It's beautiful.
Hugo's the typical spoiled brat,
but we can manage him.
We need to establish a chain of command and make him adapt.
This isn't just any business.
Yeah, right.
So you and I will be doing the hard work.
Look, as long as he doesn't cause any trouble,
he can stay on the boat for all I care.
You'll be making one million pesetas a month,
whether there is an operation or not.
Like on a payroll?
Here's the first two months in advance.
I don't have an account at this bank.
You do now.
I can't believe all this.
I totally understand, I went through the same thing.
Right.
If at any point you feel uncomfortable...
Uncomfortable?
Yeah, with all this.
Did it happen to you?
Not really.
So far, I feel fucking awesome.
I'll even forgive you for not inviting me to your wedding.
Come on, Manuel.
-That was the Farads. -It's okay, man.
Oskar, you're like that.
You remember people when you need them.
But don't worry.
I'll handle Hugo.
I can't believe you're such a wimp.
I'm not, I just have no fucking idea about this.
-It's not that hard, come on. -Show me.
What if it gets out of control?
What do you mean, out of control?
It won't get out of control, trust me.
My God, look at Mr. Dizzy.
Good God, Oskar. Are you okay?
Should I make you some tea?
Come on, I'm not lying. Go.
I never lie! Come on.
No, no.
-No bluffing here. -No, no, no.
Come on. Look, the king.
Be right back.
-All good? -Great.
We'll reach the islet in a little while.
-Perfect. -Hey, hey.
Where did you find this guy?
What?
Shit. Manuel.
He's my uncle.
Well, you guys are nothing alike.
And I mean nothing, nothing at all.
Yeah.
What the hell are you doing?
What do you mean?
You're supposed to be here to support my authority.
And what do you think I'm doing?
I have no fucking clue.
Manuel.
What should I do?
Yell at him and tell him how awesome you are?
I want you to be on my side.
He's a little boy, afraid and deeply insecure.
He was born with a silver spoon, and he wants to prove...
You don't have to psychoanalyze him.
He thinks everybody wants to hurt him, damn it!
Don't you get it?
-I'm giving him what he needs. -What he needs?
Yes. Empathy.
-Complicity. -Land ahoy!
-Land! -Land ahead!
-Land! -Land!
Land ahoy, Captain!
My ass.
My uncle was right.
I had brought him to Marbella to help me with a problem.
And that's what he was doing.
Who's the captain? I am!
Captain, here!
You can laugh, but it's the best rice you'll ever eat in your life.
-I'll tell you where it is. -No, you'll take me there to prove it.
Tired, huh? Age is unforgiving, isn't it?
-Don't call me old! -Old man!
I'll kick your ass. Calling me old, are you?
I could crush you. Give me a smoke.
That trip proved two things to me.
That Hugo was indeed just a little boy begging for attention,
and that in arms dealing,
there's nothing like the power of empathy.
Those months were very, very crazy.
It was like living in a James Bond movie.
There was sex, ideology...
NICARAGUA PEOPLE IN STRUGGLE!
...secret missions.
It felt like we were making history,
that we could change it and get rich doing it.
Me, with commissions from the gym.
Leo, filling the islet with guns.
Even Ayatollah Khomeini.
Down deep, the business had no limit.
Because we weren't selling just guns and bombs.
but something much more powerful...
Future.
For now, I just need 80 rifles,
but a lot of ammunition.
Can you get it in three weeks?
Not retaking Jerusalem anymore?
For now, I'll settle for a hotel full of Zionists.
-Khalid... -Don't worry.
It will be in Africa. No blood.
It's just to build up and give us chances, that's all.
Do you have support?
Leo...
I mean political support, damn it.
Of course!
I have the support of all my comrades and all of Palestine.
Okay.
I'll drop them off on that beach you like.
Near the coast of Oran?
I'll invite you for couscous.
No.
No, my son and son-in-law handle that now.
You took the leash off Hugo?
Apparently, he's growing up.
It's about time.
It's about time, yeah.
I had a little scare. I didn't know it fired like...
It was amazing.
-Thank you for the experience. -Goodbye.
Mr. Fonda!
Mawad.
He's your buddy now?
He happened to be here, that's all.
He showed us his sniper rifle, the Barrett.
-It can shoot through a tank. -It's great.
Much better than the Russian Dragunov.
But what's the problem?
We're all getting along now, right?
Your father called me.
We have to make a trip.
Didn't we fill the islet already?
Does a beach in Oran ring any bells?
ALGERIA
Are we expecting a sailboat?
They said two Zodiacs.
They could tow it by land or by water.
They're here!
Is it them?
We've all had a nice nap, huh?
I never planned for my uncle to fuck my brother-in-law, I swear.
Maybe I should have said something, stopped them.
Because things like that can go wrong. Very wrong.
But I didn't do anything. I stayed quiet.
OCTOBER 5TH, 1986
Yes?
Did you see what happened in Nicaragua?
What?
I was captured yesterday.
What happened?
A CIA plane has been shot down in Nicaragua.
They caught a crew member and he's telling them everything.
What is he telling them?
That the CIA is bringing weapons for the Contras from Europe.
And you know how they do it.
Shit.
Call Kaspar to stop the next shipment.
The ship left yesterday.
-It's en route to Algeciras. -What?
Gina.
I have one minute.
My cargo ship is in the Baltic.
If they dock in Algeciras, the police might seize it.
I'm sorry, Leo. The order is to cancel everything.
You said you would cover me.
Force majeure, Leo.
They'll ask Congress to explain.
So that's it? I'm screwed like Mawad with the Iranians?
No, Mawad ended up with nothing.
You have a ship with 15,000 rifles.
Sell them to the Africans,
the Palestinians, the Irish...
You think I can close a deal on such short notice?
That's what you do, don't you? Earn your commission.
-Gina... -I'm sorry.
I'm having a shitty day, too.
Richard the Consul?
He's a bullshitter.
Nobody takes his calls,
and he's capable of asking for a 30% commission.
-The Polisario Front. -Too much fucking paperwork.
But I can talk to Hamid's son.
We'd need permission from Spain, there's no time.
The ship reaches the Strait tomorrow.
What about Monzer? Have him call Gaddafi.
No, I'm not calling Monzer.
Why not?
Because that ship is toxic right now.
But Monzer is part of this, too.
It's our problem, damn it! I won't taint anyone else with this.
Henry?
Henry knows Gaddafi, he can mediate.
But we'd have to explain to him what happened.
Yes, Henry is part of the family.
It could work.
Are we really going to ask Henry to mediate from Prague?
Go to a phone booth and call Henry, Sara.
Where is he going?
Like you care.
Hugo.
Where are you going?
Anywhere I belong more than here.
Wait.
I'm fucking sick of nobody taking me seriously in this house!
-I understand. -You don't understand shit.
Go see Mawad.
What?
He likes you since the wedding.
He may be a bastard, but he's the only one who can sell
that ship in two days and get a good commission.
Why didn't you say that in there?
Because I don't need to impress my father.
Right.
So all of a sudden you fucking love me and want to help me?
Show some balls, Hugo.
You complain that your family doesn't take you seriously.
Then pound the table
and prove to them you can come up with solutions.
Nobody will expect you going to see Mawad.
You can either do that or snort five grams of cocaine
and black out for two whole days.
I don't care either way, Hugo.
But think about it.
Is that really the best thing you can do for the family?
-What did you say to him? -Nothing.
I'm letting him crash.
Isn't that what Henry said in Prague?
I'm Hugo.
Hugo Farad. I'd like to speak to Mr. Mawad.
Gaddafi doesn't want to, he's not interested.
Don't tell me that, Henry.
He suspects the CIA is behind it. I can't blame him.
The Nicaragua story goes public, and a ship without a buyer appears.
But I have another buyer.
They're offering less.
However, they can provide a port in the Mediterranean.
Who?
Yugoslavia?
They possibly want to resell it. They'll pay half a million.
Half a million? Please!
-And another half a million in rubles. -That's too little.
I know, Dad, but it's our only option.
That won't even cover our costs.
Well, losing the ship is worse,
or having it seized at sea.
What are you doing with my son?
-Dad. -Shut up.
He asked for my help, and I'm going to help you.
Can we talk?
It's an end-use certificate
issued by the Filipino government.
I know you have a ship full of guns.
With this document, we can take it to the Pacific.
My client will pay us $200 for each rifle.
That's two and a half million in profit
to be split between the two of us.
What do you say?
It's already sold.
What?
The ship has already been sold.
Leo...
I know you're talking to the Libyans.
No, my son has misinformed you.
I'd rather sink that ship than share profits with you.
You're out of your fucking mind.
Yes, probably.
He'll take you all down with him.
That's not your problem.
I came here to give you a chance.
To put the past behind us and start ov...
There's nothing to start.
What the hell do you want, then? Huh?
A fucking war?
Close with Yugoslavia.
But Dad, please...
Leo, for God's sake!
I only wanted to help!
Fuck!
I just wanted to help, damn it. I just wanted to help!