All language subtitles for The Night Manager - S02E04 - Episode 4-eng

[Burr] There'll be no official autopsy.

No record of death. No one will know.
Not even his family. Not even Danny.

Your father.
He was executed by his captors.

But my chief wants the shipment list.

He knows his mind. Your chief.

I'm creating an army. Soldiers for hire.

Teddy is Richard Onslow Roper's son.

He's continuing the family business.

I know you have
a shipment sitting in the port,

but I know what game I'm playing.

Da, da, da, da!

The cargo you impounded contains
illegally imported British weapons.

My hands are tied.

If I can get you proof
of what's inside those containers,

then will that help untie them?

[Jonathan] I need proof of that shipment.
And you're gonna help me get it.

-[Roxana] It's what you needed.
-[Jonathan] Yes.

-You don't know me. We never met.
-Understood.

[Cabrera] Mr Hanson, you have full
confidence in Mr Dos Santos?

[Roper] Absolutely.

José, old boy. He's never let me down.

And he never will. Are we doing this?

[tense music]

Mummy, can I play?

Yeah. Not for long, though. Don't go far.

When Dad gets back, we're gonna eat.

[dog barking]

-[child laughing]
-[barking continues]

[water running]

[phone chimes]

[tense music]

Fuck.

[tense music]

[opening theme]

[birds chirping]

-What are you looking at?
-Sorry, didn't want to disturb you.

Turn the lights back on, please.

-[birds chirping]
-[sighs]

[intriguing music]

[tense music]

[music ends]

[phone ringing]

[man] Mayra. Just checking there are
no wrinkles in the Colombian adventure.

-No wrinkles at all.
-Good. Let's keep it that way.

[computer beeping]

[intriguing music]

[knock on the door]

[door opens]

Good morning.

Anything interesting?

Mm. Cat videos.

You look tired.

I didn't sleep very well.

My adorable child.

Mm. A problem
I will never have to deal with.

You know that name you mentioned
relating to the Luxembourg account?

Andrew Birch? Yes?

Yeah. Um, well,
I didn't mention it. You did.

Oh, yes, so I did.

[intriguing music]

[whispering] Shit.

[Beni, in Spanish]
I checked with his office.

He's working from home all day.

[Teddy] We've had the go ahead
from our friends

and a replacement has been lined up.

I'll be there this afternoon,
so don't let him out of your sight.

[Beni] I've got all exits covered.

No fucking around, okay?

[Beni] Of course, Chief.

Great.

[Spanish music playing on radio]

[dogs barking]

[in English] You hooligans!

Fátima can do that.

I sent her away.

You want some coffee?

Yes. That would be very nice.

[music continues on radio]

-Roper.
-Thank you.

One moment.

This is very impressive.

-Where'd you learn this?
-I used to make this in Oaxaca

for the boys.

Lucky boys.

These are good.

Right.

I want to talk about what happens

after all this.

Not here.

Okay.

Why don't we go for a ride?

-You sure?
-You remember how?

I think I remember.

-[birds chirping]
-[calm music]

Race you!

[calm music continues]

[Roper] God, I wish you wouldn't do that.

Filthy habit.

Can you imagine?

Being the first Spaniard
to set eyes on these hills.

The sense of freedom he must have felt.

Terra nullius.

The endlessly possible.

And now they're my prison.

I'm lucky to get out once a day,

meet in the same bloody steakhouse,
an hour's chat,

some overcooked meat,
and then back like a thief in the night.

[sighs]

That's going to change.

Well, let's not take anything
for granted, shall we?

We don't have
our cash flow problem anymore.

Hong Kong investor

needed to clean his money quickly.

The job's done.

I'm putting him
on a plane to Paris this morning.

What did you tell him?

Nada.

Nothing.

The prosecutor will die today.

The new one will unfreeze
our accounts and release the cargo.

We will deliver it to José Cabrera.

You'll get the money
for your Syrian creditors.

And in three days, you will be free.

But…

what happens then?

What do you mean what happens?

You can't be
Gilberto Hanson all your life.

No, indeed.

So?

So what do you want to happen?

You remember

six years ago
when you returned to Colombia?

Of course, I had nothing then.

A shirt on my back.

And I came

just as you came
every single year to the monastery.

In that beautiful black car.

When everyone had abandoned me.

You're my boy.

Am I?

Mm?

When all this is done, I want
the world to know who I really am.

All right, we'll get this done.

And then you and I will make a plan.

Together, we can run this continent.

The new conquistadors.

Kings of America.

But in the meantime, Teddy,

you get the cargo safely to José Cabrera.

No delays, no mistakes.

[calm music]

[helicopter whirring]

Mr Whistler, how was your flight?

There's a car waiting
outside the airport to bring you here.

We have much to discuss.

Martín, I have to go.
You stay here. Keep watching.

I need to know
what the man in that house is up to.

-Okay.
-Thank you.

[man] All right, thanks.
Just here is perfect.

[woman] Good evening, Mr Hollywell.

Your guest is waiting
for you in the saloon.

What guest?

Adam, how are you?

Basil Karapetian, head of technical.

We met at Mayra's once… cocktail party.

Yeah, I remember.

It's to do with last night.

The meeting in Holland Park.

-What meeting?
-With Sandy Langbourne.

It seems you had
your phone on in the house,

which means you can be traced to the area.

-Exactly what we try to avoid.
-But I… No, no.

I swore I switched off.

Mayra's extremely sensitive
around this kind of thing.

The Colombian chief
does not approve of laxness,

as Jacob Brower discovered.

Does Mayra know?

I haven't said anything yet.

-Should we have a drink?
-Why not?

All right. Alejandro.

Time to shine.

[intriguing music]

[in Spanish] Hello. Good morning.

[in English] Do you…?
I think I'm bit lost.

Do you know where
the, uh, the cable car is?

Do you know a cable car?

Uh, it's, um…

Como the train, but, uh, a bit in the air.

Sorry, lady, I don't know.

-Oh.
-Now go.

-Could you maybe…? I mean…
-Go.

You know, my-my guidebook says

Colombians are supposed
to be friendly people.

After this, I think I'm going
to be asking for a bloody rewrite.

[in Spanish] Thank you very much.

[intriguing music]

[phone buzzing]

[in English] Yes.

[in Spanish] Hello, Mr Ellis.

[in English] This is
your airport transfer. Where are you?

Just at the hotel.

-Packed and ready.
-[Teddy] Stay there.

I'm coming now.

[in Spanish]
Sir, could we please go faster?

[tense music]

[tense music continues]

[knocking on door]

[in English] One second.

Hey.

You said you were ready.

I am. I just had a shower.

-It's so hot here, you know.
-All good, my friend?

All good.

You stayed here all night?

Of course.

Had a room service cheeseburger.

It's a bit lukewarm, but I survived.

Teddy, what is this?

Finish packing. We're leaving.

Okay.

Lord Langbourne.

As I live and breathe.

Hello, Dickie.

Quite a trip.

When duty calls.

I hope they provided business class.

Special rates for ex-cons.

The staff here think
I'm buying wine off you.

Chilean Cabernet. Old vines.

So no hugs for now.

Come in.

Who knows I'm here?

Just the chosen few.

So let's keep it that way, shall we?

[Adam] Tell me, how did you get
involved in this sort of thing?

Oh.

Right.

-University.
-Yeah?

Recruited by a handsome tutor.

Oh, God.

Did you not think twice?

Not for a second.

My therapist would say

if I hadn't told her I was a dentist,

that I am the product
of an immigrant family,

cursed with a compulsion
to impress the natives.

[laughs]

Cheers to that.

You?

I was approached by Mayra,
we're old pals from Singapore.

Mm.

She said she needed my address book.

Cooking something in Colombia.

Expensive recipe.

Are you kidding?

My investors chuck in,
what, a few hundred million?

And in return, they get a whole country.

Copper, oil, lithium.

I mean,
that's the golden fucking goose, right?

[sighs]

I've not done this before.

I've paid off officials.

I've poisoned a couple of necessary wells,

but, um…

Funding a regime change?

Welcome to the twilight world.

[both laugh]

[glass clicking]

Uh.

-One more?
-No. Sadly, Adam, I must go.

Really. Thank you for the drink, though.

That's great.

Oh, I'll need to make sure
your phone is clean.

It'll be left at reception,

and we won't say a word to Mayra.

-Come on.
-Good to see you.

See you soon.

Stop! Stop!

Thanks, Teddy.

I'll find my own way.

[doors lock]

What are you doing?

Teddy.

Yesterday in Cartagena

I told you too much.

That's your problem, not mine.

I'm not a threat, Teddy.

I'm your friend.

I'll walk you to the gates.

[in Spanish] Gate 4. Have a nice flight.

[in English] Thank you.

Go to France, Matthew,
get to your daughter

and forget you ever met me.

I'm not going to find that easy.

[whispering]
I'll pray for your soul, Eduardo.

[emotional music]

[in Spanish] Beni? Move in
on the prosecutor, I'm on my way. Bye.

I have an emergency.

[intriguing music]

[Sandy] God! Bloody hell. I fancy a dip.

The crocodiles would fancy that too.

I'm sorry. What?

Well, a babiche is about that size.

It'd shave a couple of seconds
off your 50-metre time, that.

You want something to drink?

Brandy here is pretty serviceable.

Locals enjoy some sort of aniseed
mouthwash or there's rum.

Uh, no. Brandy's fine.

Fats, darling. Could you bring a brandy
and soda for Señor Whistler?

I'll have some tea. Gracias.

So…

They sprung you, did they?

I believe parole on licence
is the accepted term.

No night-time escape
with a toothbrush and knotted sheets.

You disappoint me.

How's Caro?

I have absolutely no idea.

She didn't visit me as a loyal wife might.

And she's taken the Eaton Square house.

Good for her.

She always had spunk.

Well, that's one word for it.

I've had to rent a flat in Battersea.

If I had a heart, it would surely bleed.

How did you pull it off, Dickie?

I have to say, I really thought…

What did you think?

You know what I mean.

Did you grieve?

Yes, I did.

Why don't you show me the brochure?

You identified his body.

You looked me in the eye.

-I know what I did.
-Why?

Why did you lie to me?

It was the night
before the identification.

That shitty desert motel.

You and I were on the terrace.

[in Arabic] Thank you.

[Angela, in English] It was getting late
and I was going to bed.

And he walked into my room.

Hello, Angela.

Got time for a chat?

He'd done a deal with his Syrian captors.

How to get out of it and to pay them
back all the money he owed them.

The 300 million dollars.

I had to declare him dead.

Retire from the River.

And he said if I refused him,
he would kill us both there and then.

And he'd send people
to London to murder my child.

So I did what he asked.

I acted in his little desert pantomime.

Fuck you.

Then I went straight back to London
and told Rex Mayhew everything.

Rex. He knew.

This was our chance to nail Roper
and all his bastard pals.

The London investors, the dirty River,

the politicians,
the whole fucking rotten bunch.

But then Roper disappeared
off the face of the earth.

We had no idea where he was until
Mayra Cavendish took over River House,

parachuted in by Whitehall,
like the evil fucking witch.

And then the Colombian link.
The girl from Miami.

And I could smell Roper
coming back to the surface.

Why didn't you tell me?

-I could have helped.
-You were the one he was obsessed with.

-You had to believe he was dead.
-You should have trusted me.

If I'd told you the truth,
you wouldn't have survived it.

You'd have gone in there all guns
fucking blazing like you are now.

-You'd have compromised the whole thing.
-I killed two men for you.

-I put a woman I loved…
-I did not ask you to do any of that.

Did you see Roper torture Jed in a hotel?

I have a child. A little girl.
Do you understand that?

You found me in that Swiss hotel. You made
me who I am. And you lied to me.

I had no choice.

We'd have both died.

Do you have any idea

how hard this has been without you?

Roper is planning a coup in Colombia.

If he succeeds,
he'll pay back his Syrian captors.

And he'll be free.

Then everything you and I
did in Egypt will be meaningless.

-I have to go.
-No. This is about more than just Roper.

This is civil war
in our intelligence establishment.

I need you to give me more time.

I can't do that.

[crickets chirping]

[man, indistinct in Spanish]

[birds twittering]

[indistinct chatter in Spanish]

[dogs barking]

Hush. Hush.

[intriguing music]

[man, indistinct in Spanish]

[in English] It's 25 miles outside
of Oxford. 16 bedrooms, 200 acres.

Tennis court, pools, indoor and outdoor.

And, oh yes, it has planning
permission for a padel court.

Whatever the fuck that is.

And Mayra will pay for this?

She called it "her little thank you gift."

It was signed off last night by Whitehall.

Contract is held in a holding company.

Bahamas via Zurich.
Impossible to follow the chain of title.

I like Mayra.

You remember that embassy bash in Burma?

She drank us under the table.

Fuck off! She drank you under the table.

She's a tough cookie.

No cloudy idealism.

Knows a good offer when she sees one.

She asked you to check up on me,

see if the old man's
still fit for service.

Mayra didn't asked me to do anything.

-I'm here because you wanted me to be.
-Sure about that?

Not reporting back to mother?

Balls to you, Dickie. I'm not a snitch.

Better give me my bonus gift, then.

[birds chirping]

Et voilà.

"Earth has not anything
to show more fair."

♪ For he himself has said it ♪

♪ And it's greatly to his credit ♪

♪ That he is an Englishman! ♪

♪ He is ♪

♪ An Englishman! ♪

[both laugh]

[in Spanish] He's not there.

I searched the whole fucking building.
I've no idea where he went.

How the fuck could you let this happen?

Are you stupid or what?

I want him found right now!

Shit!

[tense music]

[Jonathan, in Spanish] Wait here.

[knocking on door]

[in English] It's Max.

-[Sally] Are you okay?
-[Jonathan] I'm fine.

-You?
-Yeah, just about.

Alejandro.

You know José Cabrera?

Yes, of course I know him.

That bastard wants to destroy
everything we've created in this country.

[Jonathan]
Well, the British are supporting him.

Our government is funding
regime change here,

-and we have to stop it.
-The list is what you needed, right?

Yes.

I'm calling the head of Supreme Court.

She has the authority
to open the shipment.

-Do you trust her?
-More than anyone.

[Arturo, in Spanish]
Consuelo Arbenz's office. Arturo speaking.

Arturo, this is Alejandro Gualteros.
I need to speak to Consuelo.

She can't talk right now.

Tell her it's urgent.

I'm sorry Alejo, it's impossible.

Listen to me.

A secret shipment of British arms
is sitting in Cartagena Port right now.

It is about to be delivered
to the Cabrera family.

-Oh, my God.
-I have evidence that proves it.

But I need to meet
with Consuelo in person today.

I'll call you back.

Okay.

Thank you.

[in English] And?

He said he's gonna call me back.

[Jonathan] When?

I don't know, soon, I hope.

[Roper] Come here, you beauties.
Come on. Come here.

Yes. Yes.

This is Chloe.

Those two are Ronnie and Reggie.

What happened to the old dogs in Majorca?

Spanish police gassed them
as if to prove a point.

These ones are coming
home with me, aren't you?

Yes.

Yeah. You can trust a hound.

When did you have
the idea to rebuild the empire?

Back in Syria.

In my desert hole.

[Roper] My billet was
six feet underground.

Just a pit dug in the sand.

Some steps down,
door about half your height

and hotter than hell.

To begin with, I just dreamt
of revenge against Burr,

against Pine, the lot of them.

And then I realised it
was just a waste of energy.

So I got to know my captors,

charmed them
with my stoicism and good humour.

And that was your way out?

A spot of bribery, or the promise of it.

Sent the offer up the chain
to return to Mr Barghati and his friends

everything they'd lost.

300 million.

Every penny
that blue-eyed boy took from them.

And that's when I had the idea.

You see, once upon a time

when Britannia ruled the waves,

some fellow would fetch up
on a distant shore.

He'd locate the wealth,
the gold, the silver, the diamonds,

emeralds at a pinch…

And he'd bring in the military
and shoot a few natives.

Secure the trade routes out.

Easy as shepherd's pie.

But now it's all
self-determination and panpipes.

The servant is slipping
from the master's grasp.

But what if you could own
a country in a different way?

You buy up a local militia, you arm them
to the teeth and kick-start a revolution.

Get the whole thing paid for
by whoever stands to gain.

Minerals, metals, oil.

You get kickbacks from the arms boys.

You cream it off at both ends
and reap the harvest.

The commercialisation of chaos.

Colombia was the obvious place to start.
I've got old friends here.

Landowner, stock.

This new political movement is threatening
Cabrera's long established way of life.

There's a risk they're going
to end up in some courtroom facing

the justice of their victims.

And no one wants that.

So here we are, aren't we?

I'm bringing in arms
for José Cabrera's revolution.

Mayra Cavendish and her investors
are footing the bill.

And if I can do it here,
I can do it anywhere.

Just one shipment away, Sandy.

Just one.

And then…

I get to go home with this.

And you and I can
really start to do business.

[man, in Spanish] What happened?

The prosecutor got away.
That's what fucking happened.

[man, in English] What?

[Teddy, in Spanish] I can't trust anyone
round here to do their job.

[in English]
Teddy, Carrascal is waiting upstairs.

[Teddy, in Spanish] Shit.

Hi, Mom.

You haven't left yet?

No, I leave this afternoon
and arrive in Miami tonight.

You've been gone so long.

I know. It turned out to be
longer than I expected.

[in English] Max, I need to show you
something from London.

Basil has Adam Hollywell's
emails from the last six months.

It's about the last shipment.

[intriguing music]

[Sally] That thing
will take out a whole city.

Start a bloody war.

[mother, in Spanish] Okay,
but don't leave me waiting, please.

Alright, Mom…

Okay. I have to go. Kisses.

Boss wants to see you. Give me your phone.

Why?

Give me the phone.

What the hell is this?

Move. Quickly!

Keep walking. Go.

What the hell?

[tense music]

[Juan, in the distance]
Gualteros is still alive.

It's important for Gilberto
to have this information.

[Teddy] Listen to me, Juan.

I'll decide what Gilberto
needs to know. Clear?

-[Roxana] What's going on?
-[Teddy] What's going on?

What's going on?

That's what I want to know.
What the fuck is happening?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

No? You sure?

I'm sure.

The prosecutor has the shipment list.

What?

How?

-That's impossible.
-Impossible?

That's impossible!

So, why is he asking for a meeting with
the Head of the Supreme Court of Justice?

-Does that sound impossible to you?
-How do you know all this?

[in English]
Roxana, I have friends everywhere.

[in Spanish] So what are we going to do?

[Teddy] You? Nothing.

Juan says…

that he left you alone
in the Cartagena offices. Right, Juan?

[Juan] Uh-huh.

Okay. So what?

Don't lie to me. Please.

Did you steal the shipment list?

Are you crazy?

I gave you Rex Mayhew.

I handed you the people who were
about to bust your operation in London.

And now you're questioning me?

Answer the fucking question!

Sit down and don't move!

-You dare to question me?
-Shut up!

[phone ringing]

Don't move from there.

[phone continues ringing]

Hey.

[Roper, in English] Has the animal
been destroyed as you promised?

He's dead.

-We're on schedule.
-Good.

I shall be incommunicado this afternoon.

State business.

[Teddy] No problem.

I have it all covered.

-You sure?
-[Teddy] Sure.

You caught me in the middle of something.
Can I call you later?

-[Roper] Okay.
-[Teddy] Thank you.

[in Spanish] Call Chico.

I know what to do.

[tense music]

[phone ringing]

Yes, Arturo?

Perfect, I'll be there.

[in English]
Consuelo will meet me at 3 p.m.

Parliament buildings.

Alejandro. Okay. Listen to me. Listen.

There is a British arms dealer.

His name is Richard Onslow Roper.

When you meet Consuelo,
you tell her he is the man behind this.

Get him and the rest will follow.

Okay.

[chattering in Spanish]

[car honking]

[whistles]

-[Chico, in Spanish] Hey, brother!
-What's up?

-[Chico] You can drive, can't you?
-Yes.

Mr Dos Santos has
a special job for you. Get in.

[speaking Spanish]

I've got two million pesos here… Get in.

You drive.

[tense music]

[door unlocking]

[door locking]

What's going on, Beni? What's he planning?

Don't talk to me. Shut the fuck up.

[tense music]

[phone ringing]

Gilberto.

[in English] Something's wrong.

Teddy was lying to me just now.
I want to know why.

Okay.

[sighs]

The prosecutor is still alive,

and he has the shipment list.

But it's okay.

In what sense is it fucking okay?

How did this happen?

[Juan] Maybe the Bolaños girl.

Maybe someone got to her.

Who? Who knew?

It's okay.

Eduardo has a plan.

We are going to close this down, okay?

Juan, don't tell me things
are okay before they are okay.

Because if you do,

I am going to feed you to my dogs
piece by screaming piece.

Let's go.

For emergencies only.

Something wrong?

Just…

teething issues with my operation.

It seems you can't get the staff.

[Sandy] That's the problem
with local contractors.

Who are you using?

[Roper] Fellow called Eduardo Dos Santos.

Where'd you find him?

Just picked him up along the way.

Wild past.

But loyal.

Like one of these.

Does he know the game?

He knows as much as he needs to.

And when all this is over, what do we do?

You're gonna bring him back with you?

Teddy in the Athenaeum.

I dread to think.

No, Teddy's a cowboy.

You should see him on a horse.

A thing of beauty.

But he's not fit for civilised company.

Well, then we can get rid of him.

It's easily done, I imagine.

Well, let's jump that fence
when we come to it. Shall we?

All right.

[tense music]

[door unlocking]

Good luck.

[tense music]

[in Spanish] Where's my phone?

I need to call my mom in Miami,
and tell her I'm going to miss my flight.

Beni, you know my mom…

If I don't tell her
what's going on, she'll call the police,

the Florida State Governor
and possibly the White House.

Isn't that right?

What's Eduardo going to think of that?

Be quick. And I'm watching. Okay?

Thank you.

[phone buzzing]

-Yes.
-[Roxana, in English] Hi, Mum.

It's me. I'm leaving you a message.

I'm gonna miss my flight today,
so I thought that you should know,

um, everything is really screwed up
here, more so than I think you realise.

So you should probably cancel your plans.

[tense music]

[phone ringing]

[woman, in Spanish]
Mr Alejandro Gualteros?

Yes. I have a meeting
with Consuelo Arbenz.

You're in meeting room 7.
Please, follow me.

She's waiting for you.

[hangs up]

Señor.

I need to speak
to a prosecutor in the building.

His name is Alejandro Gualteros.

You have a pass?

No, but I need to get him
a message. It's urgent.

Impossible. You cannot enter.

He needs to leave the building now.
Can you tell him?

-Do you know which office he's in?
-I don't know. Listen…

Stop wasting our time.
Get away from the door.

-Please…
-Move!

They're expecting you.

[intriguing music]

What the hell is this?

Where is Consuelo?

Calm yourself, Mr Gualteros.

Please, sit down.

This is the Supreme Court of Justice.

What decade do you think we're in?

Please, sit down. And show me
what you have in that briefcase.

[phone buzzing]

[in English] Sally.

Something's not right.
He's inside. I've got eyes on me.

-I got to get to him.
-No, Jonathan…

-Put a track on Roxana's phone.
-No, wait!

Fuck!

[in Spanish]
I need to know who your source is.

Uh… I don't recall the name.

Where is the original document?

Up your ass.

Take him.

[tense music]

[Chico] Get in the fucking car now!

-What the hell is going on?
-Get in the fucking car!

Do it!

Hey!

My motorbike, my motorbike!

[tense music]

[dogs barking]

[in English] Next time we meet,
we will be on English soil, Inshallah.

Logs on the fire.

Not a mosquito or Colombian in sight.

I'll have the single malt waiting.

-Speyside, if you please.
-Oh, naturally.

Sandy, there's something
I want you to do when you get back.

Sure. Anything in my power.

It's Danny.

I want him back with me
at the Oxfordshire house.

What about his mother?

Make her an offer.
I don't care how you do it.

Just make sure
she understands the situation.

-I've lost ten years of my boy's life.
-He's away at boarding school.

Then take him out!

[dogs crying]

Danny is my family.

He's my only son and heir.

He's mine.

[dogs barking]

Of course.

You tricked them all, Dickie.
Every single one.

Jonathan Pine was a…
He was a noble adversary.

But he made one mistake.

When you've slain the dragon,
always check its breath.

[dogs barking]

Come on, you two. Come on.

-[Chico, in Spanish] Take a right.
-Where are we going?

Take a right! Do what I fucking say!

[intriguing music]

Out. Now!

Boss, I've brought what you asked for.

What the hell are we doing here?

[indistinct chatter]

Why didn't you take my offer?

It would have made things so much easier.

What do you believe in?

I believe in justice.

You're just a kid.

And you have a long way to reach manhood.

You know what?

You will burn in hell, asshole.

[speaking Spanish]

[Chico] Kill this bastard, too.

He's served his purpose
but he's seen too much.

Son of a bitch,
you brought me here just to kill me.

Do it! Kill him, boss!

[gunshots]

[Jonathan, in Spanish] Take cover!

[emotional music]

Let's go!

Let's go! Quick!

Quick! Come!

[music ends]

-[in English] Take her to the chief. Yeah?
-Okay.

[woman] Are you hungry, Dickie?

No. Thank you, Fats.

[phone ringing]

-Yes.
-[Teddy] It's me.

Everything's gone wrong.
The Hong Kong investor.

It was him. He killed Chico.

He got away.

I want his picture now.

[gunshot]

[Jonathan] Okay?

Come on!

[dramatic music]

[music ends]

[ending theme]