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All people ejected by the Dictator of Canada have been eliminated.

I contacted the Bicarbonate for your assistance on this matter.

Let me

tell you, there's nothing more rock and roll than

taking out the bad guys for the red, white and blue.

But every mission had its price.

And this last one was heavy.

If there's ever a guy needed for a tough job, this was him.

Becker.

The thing about working as an operator is you come up against a lot of bad guys.

Fuckheads like this.

His real name was James McCloud.

Now let's slow this down a bit.

I always knew where to find him.

He's been passed out by his wife's grave for over a year.

All right, Sam.

I'll fetch him.

Hey, sweetheart.

Sweet, but undisciplined.

But you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?

What do you want, John?

I have an assignment.

I'm not interested.

Sarah's been gone for over a year now, Becker.

Fuck.

You spent that whole time agonizing over your guilt.

You blame yourself.

And hell, you're probably right.

I mean, it was your fault after all.

But if you're going to commit suicide over it, just

please stick a gun in your mouth, get it over with.

This waiting for your liver to drop out could take years.

She died, John, because I didn't protect her from me.

From what I do.

She was innocent.

I put her in danger.

Somehow I changed her whole fucking life.

And I didn't get revenge for it.

That's not true, kid.

Not true.

We tracked and killed all three of those people.

You don't get it.

I needed to fucking kill them.

Me?

I understand.

I get it.

Luckily for you, Providence placed the antidote not too far away from the poison.

You need a purpose?

I got one for you.

It's far away from here.

Warm climate, sandy beaches, palm trees.

Remember when you sold that tank lander with the sinkhole in it?

Report to Nellis.

9 a.m.

Monday morning.

We'll brief you.

Don't hold your breath.

I'll be turning blue.

Make it ten.

Come on, Sam.

Where are you?

His sister-in-law checks in on him now and again.

Probably the only reason he's still alive.

Do you remember that?

You're gonna look happy, huh?

You could use a shower.

I'm sure Becker's the right guy.

He's a boy scout.

We're sending him to a whorehouse.

He's the best bull or catcher we had once.

He'll be fine.

I wouldn't call this boy a scout.

His file looks like an international rap sheet.

I've heard he's bull-headed and willful.

He may question command.

That's true.

He has no respect for rank or pretense of

any kind, but that's a good thing, isn't it?

Well, then he might go rogue.

And if things don't go to plan, I don't want that blood on my hands.

Blood on your hands?

Are you sure that's not lotion?

I wouldn't worry about the blood burns.

After what you and I did in Vietnam, we'll spend an eternity on the meat rack.

Hey, Sin, don't you have a flight to catch?

Gentlemen.

When be I hit?

Gracias.

Hey, bro.

Stark.

I'd like you to meet Hank Burns out of Sacramento, D.C.

He's here to aid and assist where necessary.

You know, let's cut through all the bullshit.

What's your part?

Already, I can tell by your attitude you're asshole validated.

Forewarned, you're not the only U.S.

Marine standing here.

But it looks like you're in 014 today.

But you ain't in fucking Air Corps.

I'm proud of it, Grunt.

Conflict.

I love it.

But we're here to work.

Together.

Gung Ho, Semper Fi, all that Marine Brotherhood shit, you know that.

I do my job, Stark, like I always do.

You keep the CIA, it won't ever be away from me.

Good.

Well, now we're old buds.

Here's the deal.

Since the Iran-Kantra bullshit, Fort Sherman in Panama is the

CIA conduit for supplying arms at the Contras in Nicaragua.

Noriega's become unreliable.

With all the cocaine and Crown Royal in the system,

we never know which El General we're talking to.

Operationally, Panama's managed by Count Justines.

We consider him a friend.

He's very approachable.

The Bolden Amendment bars the U.S.

from selling arms directly to the Contras.

So the CIA is constantly looking for creative, cute new ways to fund them.

Now, the first order of business?

Buy a Russian chopper.

All right, now Burns here is an expert in Soviet military equipment.

Now, with your Level 3 clearance and user permit, you are

the perfect guy to make a Russian chopper transaction.

Clear as mud?

No?

Let me explain.

There are some friends of Uncle Sam that want to kill

a guy, and they want a Russian chopper to do it, okay?

Now, we like that they're going to kill this guy,

so we're going to shell out to buy him the chopper.

Yeah, who sent him?

Noriega.

Fucking communist.

He wants 10 mil transferred to his personal Swiss account.

Jesus Christ, you've got to be fucking kidding me.

Nope.

The Contras want the chopper in return.

They'll give us Soviet weaponry and intel.

So we're buying the chopper from Noriega and using it to kill him?

I love the poetic irony of that, huh?

No, I knew you would.

It tickles the shit out of me.

Our contact for picking up the chopper is in Panama.

Now, it's going to take a couple of weeks, so tourist fees ain't going to cut it.

Right, so I need a legitimate job.

That's right.

So from now on, you're a consultant for Casinos Nationale.

Bump up the revenue, reel in the suckers, okay?

We'll help you.

So a question for both of you.

Is this all legal?

Sure.

The lawyers are okay with it.

You going to have a problem with this?

You pay me, I act worse.

It's a simple fucking deal.

But you have opinions.

Let's see you start.

Yeah, only good ones.

There you go, buddies.

Look at that.

Now, once you get settled, you'll meet with Enrique Rodriguez.

His father was a former government official, but died when Enrique was 12.

He's very connected and Harvard-educated.

Marcos Justines is his godfather.

His uncle, Billy Ford, who opposes Noriega in the election.

Enrique's brokering the chopper deal.

Now, we wired him a clean million as a deposit.

But the dipshit probably spent it already.

He's overly fond of blowing hookers.

I'm Tucker.

Where?

I'm to drive you to see Senor Rodriguez.

Yeah, but Tango de Tito, that'll be a lot of money for us, no?

Same place.

Oh, yeah?

No, I got it.

It's fine.

No worry about it.

It's my job.

Gracias.

Senor Becker.

Senor Rodriguez.

Pleasure.

Pleasure.

Sit.

Thank you.

My friends call me Enrique.

I expect you to call me the same.

All right.

What do your friends call you?

Becker.

Becker.

What do your girlfriends call you?

The same, Becker.

Becker.

Simple enough?

Yes, sir.

This is Valentina, my fiancé.

I want you to boost him.

No more.

Senor Becker and I need to discuss business.

See you later.

Yeah.

Enrique, that's a lovely lady.

Hey, bitch.

So, you like this place?

Yeah, yeah, sure, it's not.

All right.

Pablo.

Leave the bags.

It's yours.

Thank you.

So, let's talk about helicopters, shall we?

Later.

I don't usually talk about business this late in the day.

But we're going to have plenty of time for such a tedious discussion.

Relax.

Sofia.

Por aca, mami.

This is Sofia.

My fiancé.

I like it.

Nice to meet you.

Cariño mio.

Senor Becker and I are discussing business.

Meet you later on the pool?

Come.

Panama has lots to offer a man like you.

Just settle in.

Enjoy yourself.

In time, we'll make our deal.

Drink?

A shot of whiskey, if you don't mind.

Cheers.

Man,

I thought the 70s were sexy.

There's nothing like the 80s.

Becker,

I am pleased to introduce you my fiancé.

Isabela.

Master.

You're a lucky man, señor.

Welcome.

James McLeod.

Who's that?

James McLeod.

Nobody's dropped me that since high school.

Who are you?

Luke and Rivera.

Brooklyn, huh?

My father was a Dodgers fan.

Part of the country or what?

We prefer the term commandos.

The term counter-revolution implies we're trying to

restore the government prior to the Sandinista revolution.

We certainly are not.

So you discuss the chop deal or what?

I cannot make a deal with the consent of my commandante, Stedman Faggot-Mueller.

Stedman-Mueller?

Stedman Faggot-Mueller.

He's very peculiar about how he's addressed.

When he was a child, his middle name was the subject of teasing, so he beat up everyone

who tried to make a joke of it and forced them all to call him by his full name.

Yeah, he sounds like an asshole to me.

Finish your beer.

Then we can go and meet with him.

Tell you what, why don't we meet up in my suite

and say like an hour and a half, all right?

You don't understand.

I have a plane waiting.

A plane?

Courtesy of your Department of Defense.

Mr. Burns will be there.

Man, I just got off the plane.

Where are we going?

Miami.

We going to

the safe house and go to the bottom?

No, not that way.

You'd like it?

Turn here.

You know, if you're taking me to the safe house,

Burns, you should probably put a hood on me.

You were vetted.

Level three.

Stick your tongue out, please.

Huh?

I said stick your tongue out, please.

No thanks.

Intimate is a traditional greeting to know if your visitor has evil thoughts.

Do you have evil thoughts, Mr. Becker?

Yeah, all the time.

In America, we shake hands.

That's how it works.

Firm handshake, but not too firm.

I like that.

Sometimes people that shake too firmly try to

hide something and that makes me suspicious.

Like you sound paranoid.

Try and be nice.

Becker is on our side.

No, no, no.

It's okay.

It's okay.

You say what is in your mind, don't you?

Yeah.

At least we don't have any communication problems.

No, we won't have any of that.

Yeah.

Take a seat, please.

Thank you.

I hear that you want Soviet communication equipment.

As much as you can supply.

And in exchange?

Soviet helicopter.

That's what I want to hear.

And what is in it for you?

We make profit.

That's the only reason.

Is there anything else?

Bye-bye, mama.

My parents.

Sandinistas came in the middle of the night, woke them up and shot them.

And my wife and my daughter.

Noriega ordered them killed.

The soldiers raped my 12-year-old daughter just in front of my wife.

They shot them both in the face and threw their bodies in a ditch.

I am blamed because I wasn't there to protect them.

I'm sorry.

You see, it doesn't matter how many Sandinistas we kill.

It is never enough.

I have 3,000 men in the mountain of Rus-Rus.

And all they want is kill Sandinistas.

They don't fight for their democracy as your government pretends.

They don't even know what that's for.

They just want revenge for the same reason I do.

I know.

I understand.

Tomorrow morning, you're going to go to Honduras with Brooklyn to our refugee camp.

And perhaps you truly understand, Mr. Becker.

Why?

Too

many children here and their families destroyed.

Why?

What happened?

Her father's mother was killed.

Hola.

You can sit next to her.

Fred.

Jesse.

You can sit next to her.

He cut open my father's stomach and let him bleed until he was dead.

And they told my mom we were free to go.

And instead of walking, they shot her in the back.

I ran away.

Then they told everyone she was killed while she was trying to escape.

So how can I help you?

Deliver that Soviet helicopter.

Until then, help us kill some bad guys.

Mr. Becker.

Follow me?

Follow me.

Okay.

You like rock music?

I'm more of a willingness to go.

I'll make you a real fan.

I doubt it.

Welcome to the jungle!

All right, go ahead.

Quick, let's go.

Move!

What the fuck are you doing?

You just killed a doctor and a civilian.

I thought you Americans hated Bolsheviks, huh?

You sound like a civilian.

I thought you was older.

Is this your nurse?

Look, your nurse.

Perhaps this is your doctor.

They will have killed you the second you turn away.

So now you see the world that we fight.

Ah.

Bring me that chopper, if you want this equipment.

Jackie Cardoza was the biggest casino operator in Panama.

I mean, at it every damn way.

Senor Cardoza.

Mr. Becker, nice to finally meet you.

You too, sir.

Becker, you were hired to increase the take at the casinos nationalities.

And the general here expects results.

Well, I'll do the best I can.

I'll... Please get to know the operation, but a word of advice.

Don't look too deeply.

I understand.

Good.

How was your weekend?

I did like it.

Excellent.

Let me show you.

We give you the grand tour.

The thing about drug dealers like Enrique is that

they always answer to someone with bigger cajones.

And those McNuggets belong to the colonel.

Colonel Marcus Justines, the second most powerful man in Panama behind Noriega.

Enrique.

Lovely to see you.

Colonel Justines.

Come in, please.

It's a pleasure to see you, Colonel.

Thank you.

Champagne.

Please.

Please.

Come in.

So...

You have plans for this evening?

You know me.

I have plans every night.

Of course.

And it always involves Chiquillas.

Time to pay Cardoso once again.

El Gordo?

Yes.

The fat man, as you call him.

You feel like gambling?

Sure.

Good.

He'll be at the Mario Casino tonight.

100,000.

Make sure you lose it all.

And here is...

Thank you, Colonel.

The helicopter deal.

I'll get my usual taste of that, I presume.

Taste?

You can have the entire appetizer.

They wire a million down.

And I will get it to you all in cash.

All of it.

Excellent.

Tell me something.

Will you torture this baker the way you do all your customers?

As usual, I will squeeze more money out of him than he expects to pay.

And we'll both benefit from the extra cash, Colonel.

Hello, Colonel.

Hello, Mr. Guillo.

It's always a pleasure.

Mr. Becker.

Is he a narc or a spook?

A narc, huh?

Sit down.

Do I know you?

You should.

We can help each other out.

If I don't need any help.

Stark thought you might.

I was told you have a level three clearance.

You'd be a valuable asset to us.

A lot of money passes through those casinos.

I need documentation and you're in a position to get it for me.

What kind of documentation?

The money is being laundered in a massive scale through the casino.

I need the cage reports.

I need to know where the money's going.

You're talking about drug money?

What are you talking about?

Whatever it is or it isn't.

That's not important to me.

What about the DEA arrested drug dealers?

I thought that was the idea.

We want evidence incriminating Noriega.

The CIA is financing the opposite ticket.

They're pouring in 50 million dollars.

Isn't that against the rules?

Meddling with another country's election.

My organization is working on the other side of the equation.

They're building evidence against Noriega.

You're saying how we can help each other.

Doors will open.

You can get me those reports.

I can arrange for some cash to find its way

into an offshore account of yours somewhere.

Tell me another way you can help me.

We have resources.

Someday you will need me.

This seems to weigh just right.

The serial number on the 45 is a code.

Memorize it.

If you have a problem, call the office, give the respondent the number.

We'll provide you with assistance.

Cynthia, now you're being helpful.

Noriega, I looked up your gaming history.

And be honest, you're a horrible gambler.

Surely that's not a complaint.

No, no, no.

I heard your drink of choice is champagne.

Is that right?

It is?

Yeah.

And you know no bottle of champagne is complete without some chochas.

I have a few waiting for me at the bar.

Wanna join?

Why not?

Yeah.

Let me show you a good time back there.

About the helicopter deal, we can talk about it later.

How come guy like you is here alone?

I guess I'm waiting for a woman like you.

Camila.

One in a million.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, cowboy.

That one you don't want to mess with.

She's dangerous.

How so?

She's connected to the wrong people.

You know, Noriega, you like living dangerously, don't you?

Always.

Makes you feel alive, right?

Yes, it does.

So let me live.

I'm Becker.

What's your name?

You're drunk.

Yeah.

But I am fucking blind.

You know, you sure are beautiful.

And you are handsome men, but you seem drunk.

Yeah, well, that can be rectified.

Don't bother me.

I'll bring your life.

It's all right, Erud.

You're un poquito loco.

Yeah, that is true.

If you want a sane man, you got Enrique over there.

No, you're wrong.

He's definitely not sane.

But at least he's smart enough to knock hate on me.

I guess maybe I'm stupid.

Yes, you are.

Yeah.

I like stupid men.

As long as they are rich.

Shit, now we're getting somewhere.

Well...

Well, what?

Shall we go to bed?

Damn, you are sexy.

It's only going to work out if you don't talk, okay?

Ready for this one?

When I win, everybody wins.

And to make this evening more interesting...

Molin, your role, my dear.

Really?

Yeah.

Excellent.

So now that I ran out of chips, we can go back to the bar.

You ready for that?

Yes.

Sex for me helps to keep my demons away.

Sex and alcohol.

Show me your arm.

Is that one of your demons?

I can't come back in Colombia.

Yeah.

You don't grow up?

And that's why I moved here.

I used to dream, you know?

I had lots of dreams.

About what?

About...

Running away with someone.

Someone special.

Oh, yeah?

What happened?

When I was 14, I was portrayed by my patron.

I actually wanted to be sold.

I couldn't wait.

Because...

anything was better than how I was living.

My father... ripped me from him and just gave me away.

In an exchange for two cows and 500 pieces.

That was a long time ago.

Don't worry.

I have learned to survive... by my wits in my body.

It looks like there's a commodity to me.

To be bought and sold.

Good question for me.

Am I gonna get a bill for this?

I knew you asked that.

Yeah.

It's my day off.

Baby, I could run away with you.

You know that?

You don't want to get to know me first?

Shouldn't you get that?

Becker!

I heard you ride motorcycles.

Is that true?

A little bit, yeah.

Well, I'm gonna give you the thrill of your life in the morning.

Since you insist on living dangerously.

Alright, see you then.

Here I'm the dog, my friend.

Today we test those kills.

I have an obstacle course cut into the jungle.

Let's see if you can keep up with me.

I'm not in the dirt bikes or the cruiser.

You are very concerned about our needs.

I'll follow through with one of those.

Real men go off-road.

Listen, if you win,

if you don't, I'll sell it to someone else.

Deal?

Drug dealers love the natural stuff, too.

Adrenaline.

Never met one who wasn't a complete fucking nut job.

Don't feel so badly, señor.

No one has ever lasted as long as you have.

We're gonna be good friends, you and I.

You were right, Sargent.

Oh, fuck.

Sorry.

I'm gonna get an arrogant prick.

No, but that son of a bitch can ride a dirt bike.

Fucking asshole.

Don't have style, Enrique.

And you're glad, then.

Enrique.

Enrique, hey.

Grab one of these beautiful men.

You need to adjust your fucking business hours.

Would you like one?

No, no.

18-year-old.

18 months.

So, what can I do for you?

My understandings are selling a headlock to another buyer.

Is that right?

Yes.

Why?

Because you lost the motorcycle race, Becker.

Fuck you.

I'm sorry.

No, no.

We paid you a million dollars in advance.

You cashed the fucking wire.

Now I'd like the money back, please.

That was a non-refundable deposit.

Enrique, I don't do non-refundable.

I'm asking you nicely, kid.

And they say good manners don't cost anything, right?

Okay.

I'm gonna make it real fucking simple for you.

You either give me the money, or I'll take it.

Your horse down at the casino.

They got loose lips.

I know you got the money in you.

So show me where the fuck it is.

Yeah, you had it in a fucking speaker.

I used to hide playboys in a speaker when I was 10.

Who's your fucking buddy?

Good.

Now you can go back to your fucking siesta.

We continue the struggle.

We continue the struggle.

Anything you need helping?

No problem.

How's your beautiful family?

They are very beautiful.

I love them so much.

Well, I want you to go home.

I don't need you until tomorrow.

Whatever you say.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Now what's this?

It's evidence.

Cage reports.

It's what you wanted, right?

It's exactly what I wanted.

So what can I do for you?

I need you to get Enrique to sell me the helicopter for the price we agreed upon.

Why would I play a card for a business deal?

That means nothing.

It's not nothing.

If you don't help me, then I'm just gonna reach some old-fashioned fucking revenge.

You hear me?

The shitstorm coming in your helicopter deal is just one of its casualties.

Don't do anything stupid.

To defend democracy in Panama, to combat drug trafficking, and to protect the integrity of the Panama

Canal Treaty, many attempts are made to resolve this crisis through diplomacy and negotiations.

I encourage General Noriega to honor the clear results... Jesus Christ, what a mess.

I'm gonna take the call in the bedroom.

Would you go take me to the bedroom?

After this call, I'll take you out on the couch.

Promise?

Hello.

Hey, how's our boy scout doing down there?

Getting pretty wild, huh?

It is.

Did you hear our chopper deal went south?

Yeah, I did.

Well, I got the million.

Hey, good man.

Panama's about to explode.

I wouldn't be surprised if we invade the way things are going.

Well, I hope you let me know if they start dropping fucking bombs down here.

Yeah, I'll give you a heads-up on that one.

Listen, Becker, the favor you asked at the DEA?

I get it.

But stand down.

Enrique will be dealt with, okay?

Stark, there's good people down here that need that chopper.

Yeah, I know, I know.

And we'll help them when we can, but now is not the time.

Sir, this is the reason why I hate this business.

I understand.

The best I can do right now is get you a big fat

Christmas bonus for putting up with the bullshit.

All right?

So...

You were saying something about the couch?

I'm glad we were, yeah?

Yes.

Enrique, join us.

Santos.

You worried?

My uncle was attacked.

Nothing to worry about.

He's in good health.

Pure theatrics, mi chiquillo.

Our public relations don't plan it well in advance.

Your tío is now a natural hero.

My idea.

Why?

I don't understand.

In that, I may enquire the opposition.

If they come to power, they will not act in your interest.

My friend... really an action on my part.

We still bet on both outcomes.

Both outcomes.

Okay.

If America invades...

in that and your uncle, they power.

If they don't...

Torriaga remains.

Either way, I win.

I staged this event with the cooperation of your uncle and his advisors.

You see, we need blood in the streets if we want to provoke an invasion.

Meanwhile, we need to clean up Lucenzo.

Ardoza, for once.

He knows too much.

He's a good friend in particular.

I rather like Becker.

Don't get sentimental.

He's studying with Cardoso.

He works at the casino.

We don't know what he knows...

or who he talks to.

You can trust Americans.

He took my money.

So get rid of him...

and anyone else close to him.

And get my million dollar back.

And just like that... the colonel wanted everyone dead.

The big corporate news networks are reporting

the casualties of less than a hundred people.

But that simply isn't true.

There are scores of Panamanians out there dead.

And they're more desperately seeking medical attention.

And the government...

the government have closed down all access to the hospitals.

All of them.

This is an emergency situation.

And you'd need to leave immediately.

So who can I get one?

I need a smoke.

You're not a human.

You're a sex machine.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

You get a puff of that, will you?

All yours.

Where are you going?

I'm going to pour us a drink.

If

you don't tell me who sent you... I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Fuck you.

You mean less, no?

Okay.

You know what?

Sometimes the most effective way is the simplest.

Who fucking sent you?

Enrique Rodriguez.

Enrique.

Really?

D-910-405.

Hello.

I got a couple bodies at Camilla's apartment.

They need to be picked up.

Which apartment?

What do you mean, what apartment?

She has two.

One she lives in and one she entertains in.

I guess I'm in the one that entertains.

She has another one in Punta Paítilla.

You want the address?

You look startled.

Thank God you're alive.

It's amazing how you can just turn it on like that.

Ask me if I set you up.

You okay?

Did you?

Yes.

They call me this.

They threatened to kill my family.

It was either you or them.

And I will make the same choice again if I have to.

I am that story.

I don't have a family, Camilla.

What a dumbass.

But are we all?

Amigo.

Amigos don't try to kill each other.

Are you mad at me?

I know it wasn't your orders.

Thank you for understanding.

You see, this is just festes.

Their country's military will have secure Panama in a few hours.

And then they were swearing Guillermo and Dara as president.

My uncle as vice president.

Your uncle is a crook in this case.

He's a politician.

I choose the good life.

The booze.

The cash.

The pussy.

Come here, honey.

You see that?

That's a man's morality, my friend.

The only God.

A resurrection.

A refugee in strength.

I'll tell you something, my friend.

Get out of here.

If you want to live in the definition of your morality,

then you're going to tell me who tried to fucking kill me.

I can't do that.

Yeah, I know.

You're going to do it.

You want to die, Enrique?

They're amigos.

You contradicted yourself.

Sometimes amigos do kill each other.

Colonel Justines.

Marcos Justines.

Thanks, amigo.

Enrique.

Colonel Justines.

I, uh...

I believe I have bad news for you.

It was here.

And somehow he knew that...

He knew that you, uh...

You ordered me to have him killed.

No worries, mi chico.

I'll hunt there, senor Becker.

Come see me.

Let's have coffee.

Senor Burns.

Enrique failed.

No surprise there.

But he presents an excellent opportunity for us to do business.

I'm all ears, Colonel.

Your compadre, Becker, has stolen from me.

It's front money, from Stark.

One million.

I would like you to retrieve it.

Upon your success, we will do the usual split.

I appreciate the opportunity, Colonel, but 50-50 won't cut it this time.

Okay.

You keep the money.

All of it.

But remember, you're in panama.

I'm in charge of the police and the army.

At your shelter at your Robinson political cover for this caper of yours.

Standard split after expenses.

We know one of Becker's weak points.

She's in Panama.

After you retrieve my cash, drive to your finca outside David.

They want the fucking million dollars back.

That's why they tore the place apart.

Did they get it?

No, no, I hid it in a place they'll never find it.

Listen, Panama's getting out of hand.

They won't stop looking for that money.

It's your call.

You want to get out of there and come back stateside?

Not yet, Stark.

Okay.

Stay in touch.

I'm on my way.

Okay.

This is where I come in to clean it up.

Your father passed.

You were still a baby.

I tried to step in to feel that boy left by your father.

But so often, I failed to have failed.

No, Colonel.

You were always there for me.

I was so proud of you.

I was so proud of your academic achievement.

Graduating kundal of harbor.

Getting your MBA.

What happened?

My mother died and proved that life is like a candle.

She lived in an empty hallway.

She was a saint.

And God took her like she was quel quier per son.

How did Bekker find out he was me or him?

I don't know.

Don't lie to me.

I'm sorry.

You are out of control.

Thank goodness you have no wife.

No babies.

This will be very easy.

Why, Colonel?

I will never talk.

Why wasn't the coffee?

Something to make this vow easy.

I can't move my arms.

You're a good boy.

This is bigger than just you and me.

I will miss you.

I will reveal this spot in the coffee.

Forever.

Yes, Colonel.

Absolutely.

Does it make you feel good to kill a woman?

Senor Bekker, I presume?

I'm going to make you fucking suffer.

I'm afraid this is a stand-off.

Don't you think?

We both have weapons and point at each other.

I think you should calm yourself, Senor.

Now, I'm going to make a call.

The person at the other end may help you understand.

Okay?

Okay.

It seems killing Senor Bekker just makes him more angry.

He's here and he has a gun pointed at me.

Perhaps you should talk to him.

Put it down.

Sure.

Please.

Who is this?

Everyone you ever care about seems to die, Bekker.

Burns?

Your wife, Sarah.

Who the fuck are you?

Camila and now Tatiana.

What are you talking about?

Bekker.

Tatiana?

What's going on?

Tatiana.

You have a chance, Bekker.

You can't save her.

Piece of shit.

We will arrange a trade.

Give me the million dollars you stole from me.

And you get her back.

Yeah.

A life and in one piece.

Where the fuck is going on?

Tell Burns to let her go.

Let who go?

Tatiana!

Your sister-in-law.

What about her?

Listen to me, John.

He's asking me to give his teens the million dollars.

Or he's going to kill her.

Shit.

What the fuck is she doing here?

I don't know.

My advice?

Pay the man.

Pay him?

Yeah.

That's it.

Come on, let me kill him, John.

No.

Arrange the trade.

Get her back.

Take care of him later.

I don't trust him.

No, he's an untrustworthy motherfucker.

You're going to need backup.

I'm going with you.

Last time you were in the field.

A long time ago.

I'm rusty.

You want to be the bait or the hook?

Well, I suppose that is my turn.

Make sure you hit him in the head.

I was talking to myself.

Make sure you break his neck.

After you stick him in the head.

I'm keeping an eye on us.

Stark will take you somewhere safe, all right?

I'm glad you're in one piece.

Nice to see you again.

Nice to be seen again.

Well, you got a sense of humor about it.

That's good.

You'll survive.

Want some chocolate?

Rumor surfaced that Burns had been double dealing with the CIA payments.

His other command has been tapping his phones for the last six months.

Apparently, he's very tight with Justines.

Burns is heading for Justines Ranch outside of Chiriqui tomorrow.

There's a safe house about 500 yards from the ranch.

He's driving.

You're flying on a small plane.

One of my guys will pick you up in Chiriqui, take you to the Finga.

I'll arrange for security to take the night off.

The rest is up to you.

I'll get the job done.

This detail is essential.

After you get our money back, turn the lights on.

Ask Burns to leave the way he came in.

Wait 20 minutes, then head to the airport.

There'll be another plane ready to take you back.

Mr. Burns.

Sit.

I've positioned it carefully.

You armed?

No, but my driver is.

In the car.

With your left arm, swing the bag in front of your chair.

Good.

Now with your right leg, push it towards me.

Now as much as I'd like to kill you, I've been ordered to let you go.

So go.

Oh, and Mr. Burns, one last thing.

If I ever see you again, you're dead.

Nice.

Should we buy your sinus?

Not our unit.

Your DEA friend.

Got all the information you gave her.

She'll give it to Panama.

Let them juggle the turds.

Oh, shit.

Let's go find a bottle of whiskey, then.

No, no.

Not so fast.

First you gotta deliver that chopper to Muller.

Then it's happy hour.

After I deliver the bird, I'm going on vacation, John.

Oh, good.

I have a question for you, John.

Do you believe in redemption?

Hmm.

The question's flawed.

Redemption implies that we've committed some kind of sin and

that there's some kind of higher power that can absolve us.

Both notions I reject.

It's important you forgive yourself.

I'll see you, brother.

See you, buddy.

I gotta clean this shit up.

Muller finally got his chopper.

He never killed Noriega with it.

Matter of fact, he never killed anyone with it.

He took the high road, rescued 200 families instead.

I think he'd finally seen enough killing.

We caught Noriega with his drawers down.

Seized a shit-ton of cocaine.

Cash and Crown Royal.

Well, the Crown Royal didn't make it too far.

And as you see, Becker finally got that vacation.

Romantic walks on the beach all by himself.

Just another jerk in the surf.

Not

what you see when the lights go down.

That ain't me, I made some choices.

You will agree when the lights go down.

That ain't me, I've got some regrets.

But you won't see, cause I'll never let her.

You get close to me, I've made some choices.

You will agree when the lights go down.

I'll have a place they can.

Everybody's gotta have a place they can.

Everybody's gotta have a place they can hide.

From the lobster inside.

Every day I'm running.

Always seems like something's running me down.

Life ain't worth living.

In a self-made prison.

A heart can't be bound.

Bring it on, face it all.

Try your best, I'll never fall.

One man

against the world.