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OCD from engine 35. On scene at...

...902 Sunnyvale. Six-story, center hallway...

I.C. from engine 35. Need additional backup.

I.C. from engine 35. Need additional backup.

I.C. from engine 35. We need additional manpower now!

An elderly woman is trapped. We need another line up here.

We got Captain Brewer's team checking in.

My grandmother can't walk! She's trapped!

- My grandma, can't walk! - Let's go! We'll take care of it!

Gordy! We still got people trapped at both ends of the hall!

All right guys! Heads up! Let's do it!

Check there!

Please!

Help me!

I can't walk!

Jack, get a baby ladder for this hole!

- Right now! - Don't you even think about it!

- You guys stay back! I'm going in! - Gordy, goddamn it!

Gordy! Gordy!

Get that last wall on the fifth floor!

I.C. from fire 1028! Sixth floor collapsing!

Captain Brewer's fallen through! I need help up here, right now!

This is engine 28.

Help me! Please, somebody, help me!

I can't breathe!

- Put on my mask. - Thank you.

- Okay, breathe. - Get your ass over here...

...and steady that ladder!

All right, ready to go, man! Get that woman out of here!

All right, come on. Inhale, okay? You got it. Come on.

- You'll be okay. - Steady that ladder! Here we go!

- I.C., we have a burn victim coming down! - I got one coming down!

Take it easy with her. Take her down.

Then we'll put a piece in here.

And we got it. Look at that. Wait till Mommy sees that.

We have to put the stand on now, okay? Here we have the stand.

See, the blue goes to blue.

We have to put it right in here. See this one blue here? Down here.

Hold the wings to stay stable.

Good. There we are. Look at this.

- That looks good. - Ah, good morning!

- Good morning! - Mom, look what we made.

- Wow! Matty, that is so cool! - Show your mommy. Come on.

- Come on. Yeah. - Must have taken hours!

Working on this since 4 in the morning.

He was already up when I got home.

I think he is a little sore in his throat.

I think he should see Dr. Bob tonight.

Wanna see my Kobe Bryant slam-dunk?

Oh, sweetie, I don't think you should be jumping around.

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble!

Matt is going to be clean on the double!

Hey! Dr. Bob can squeeze him in at 11:30,

but I have to be at the hospital at 12:15, so...

...I can take him, but can you pick him up?

All right.

Yup! Great! 11:30 is fine!

Thank you so much.

- Now you're clean. - All right! Come on, little buddy!

- All right. - Get out of there!

Come on, you're all clean!

Ooh, you're so slippery! All right, let's go!

See? I told you that doctor would make you feel better.

You want a hot dog?

- Yeah. - Okay.

- Hi! - Hello.

- How are you? - Good. How are you?

- What can I do for you? - Uh, two hot dogs, diet soda, and...

What you want to drink?

- Orange juice. - Orange juice.

- Okay, two hot dogs... - Yeah.

Here we go, bud.

It's late. Where's Daddy?

He should have been here by now.

Look, stay right around in here, okay, honey?

Uh-huh.

Hey, Officer.

Excuse me, Officer.

Excuse me. I'm just going to pick up my kid...

- Okay. - ...if you don't mind.

Just going to be a minute, okay?

- Thank you. - Sure.

- There he is! - Where?

Well done, Pete. It's all because of you.

- That's my job, sir. - All right. Let's go.

This way.

Hi, Daddy!

Hello.

Good to see you.

See? I told you he'd be here!

No. No!

ETA on those units!

Okay, I want you to find Gilly, Perry, Copeland,

get them up here right now!

Agent in charge is arriving! I want paperwork in 10 minutes!

Gordy, we're gonna need to start an IV line.

I need to get him to the hospital. Can't get this glass out.

Device functioned just after a motorcade full of brass arrived.

Colombian officials, American intelligence. They are the probable targets.

Guy on the phone, his name is Brandt. CIA, works Colombia.

The other guy is Shrub.

Undersecretary of State, Latin American affairs.

Not a scratch on him.

Surveillance cameras pick up anything?

- Uh, we're pulling the video now. - Where's L.A.P.D. on this?

Well, they know it's ours. They're helping. We're sure of that.

What's the body count?

Two dozen injured, nine dead...

...including CIA, American and Colombian military, a mailman...

...a nurse and her little boy.

That's the father over there.

Gordy, we need to get you on a gurney.

Hey, call all our contacts. I wanna know which son of the bitch is responsible...

- ...by the end of the day! - Yes, sir!

Joe Phipps, Counter-terrorism task force.

- Peter Brandt. - I need to talk the Secretary...

- ...a few questions... - Not today!

Get the undersecretary...

- ...to his hotel. - Got it.

- Keep me informed. - All right.

Okay, I'll talk to you then.

I take it, someone in your caravan was a target.

It's terrorism. Everyone's a target.

You can shovel that on the press, but don't give it to me.

I got a bomber in the wind, and I need to know what you know.

And you will, when you get clearance.

I will not tell that grieving father we let his family's killer...

...get away because of protocol.

You can tell that father what you want. We're done talking...

...till I know you're cleared.

Excuse me, nurse! Excuse me! Uh, Gordy Gordon Brewer, please.

Jack.

Hey. How you doing?

Hey, Gordy.

How is he?

Could have been a lot worse.

Glass just missed his femoral artery by a hair. He was lucky.

Let me first say, the full resources of the United States...

...will be employed to make clear...

...that we do not tolerate attacks on our citizens.

That said,

we must fight the temptation...

...to make hasty policy decisions we may come to regret.

We can't allow the work of an anonymous criminal...

...to unravel the partnership...

- ...with the Colombian government. - Hey, Ronnie.

- Hey. - Can you comment...

...on who the specific target was?

Hey, buddy. How you doing?

I'm not going to speculate until the investigation is complete.

What is the president doing about this situation?

The president is meeting with the Joint Chiefs of Staff, right now.

Were you receive any warnings?

What do we know?

President's coming on in a minute, but...

...I doubt he'll say anything new.

Turner says the F.B.I. knows...

...the bomb was hidden and installed in a police motorcycle.

They just don't know who triggered it.

I saw a cop.

I saw him.

Hey!

Gordy! Gordy, get back here! Goddamn it!

I saw him.

Gordy, goddamn it, come here! Come here! Slow down!

- I saw him. - Listen, you're not going...

You're not going anywhere! You're staying! Hang on!

If you have any problems, go through Shrub's office over at State.

That's right. Yes, sir, it's one of us. He can handle it.

Well, is Beckett there, or Moyers? Yeah, he could help.

Skin of his teeth, that guy. Classic agency mold.

I want a copy of every visa stamped on a Colombian passport...

- ...over the last six months. - Everybody is covering up for this guy.

Now you know why they call 'em spooks.

Bastards.

Must have used some kind of liquid explosive.

If you'll follow me, sir.

I just want to help. Used to be with Bomb and Arson.

Right this way, sir. I'll take you to Agent Phipps.

Gordy Brewer is here.

- The fireman? - Yeah.

Says he talked to the cop.

Mr. Brewer, we appreciate you coming down here.

We know this guy. His name is Claudio Perrini.

We think he's a terrorist who calls himself El Lobo. The Wolf.

It's definitely the guy I bumped into.

I talked to him.

I told him I was picking up my son.

The son of a bitch smiled at me.

We think that the bomb may have been triggered by a cell phone.

- Did he have one on him? - I don't know.

How long between the time you saw him and the explosion?

Five seconds.

Maybe 10 at the most.

That's enough time to get on the phone and make a call?

Maybe.

This could be tough to watch, sir.

I was late.

They shouldn't have been there.

- They shouldn't have been there. - No, Mr. Brewer, the bomber...

- ...shouldn't have been there. - Mr. Brewer, this is Peter Brandt...

...CIA, Latin American section. He was one of the targets.

I'm sorry for your loss.

If there's anything I can do for you...

I promise you this: one way or the other,

we're gonna catch that son of a bitch.

How do I get ahold of you?

We're not all separated from one another. We all run the same course...

...and will find one another again.

We won't be apart, for we live for Christ.

Now, we are united with Christ as we go to Him.

We shall all be together in Christ. Amen.

- This is Gordy... - Anne...

And Matthew Brewer.

Leave us a message!

Uh, Mr. Brewer, my name's Ken Barnett with Lateline.

We'd love to get you in the studio to... to hear you tell your story...

...in your own words.

If that's something that interests you, please call us at 552-12...

And now, back to Rick Garcia with more on the bombing in Los Angeles.

I'm standing in front of the State Department,

where earlier today the headquarters of America's counter terrorism apparatus...

...received a videotape from El Lobo, or The Wolf...

...a Colombian terrorist who officials believe is responsible...

...for at least 7 bombings, including the most recent...

...at the Colombian consulate in Los Angeles.

On behalf of the people of Colombia...

...I claim responsibility for the bombing in Los Angeles.

The bombing was an act of self-defense against American war criminals.

As long as America continues its aggression in Colombia...

...we will bring the war home to you,

and you will not feel safe in your own beds.

Colombia is not your country.

Get out... now.

Blood or freedom!

For more, we go to Jenni Luz in Los Angeles.

I'm here with Ephraim Ortiz-Dominguez,

spokesman for the Latin American Solidarity Committee,

a group known to be sympathetic to the Army of Colombian Liberation.

Sir, you've characterized the ALC as freedom fighters.

Isn't the bombing here in fact just a brutal act of terrorism?

The Wolf did nothing but bring to Unites States...

...what the United States has brought to Colombia.

But surely, the killing of innocent people...

...like Anne and Matt Brewer is a terrorist act!

The deaths of the mother and the little boy are... regrettable.

It's called...

...collateral damage.

Ortiz, do you want to take the call or not?

CNN is holding. Washington Post's on the other line.

- Am I the only one here? - Agent Crosby...

...will relieve you in half an hour.

- New York Times is on one. - Put them on hold!

But that's my position! I already told you this!

I'm not gonna change it! Why should I change it?

So you want collateral damage, huh?

- Who the fuck are you? - I'll give you fucking collateral damage!

Hey, stop that!

It looks like the fireman! Move in! Go now! Go!

You want collateral? Right here!

- What are you doing? - Want collateral damage? Here!

What are you doing?

- You tell me where's The Wolf! - I don't know! I don't know!

- Tell me where The Wolf is! - I don't know!

- Tell me where The Wolf is! - Put the bat down!

- Fuck you! - Take him down!

I don't know!

Turn it off.

Come on.

Just relax. Just relax, now, Mr. Brewer.

I really hate to do this, but Imma have to cuff you.

I'm Agent Collins with the FBI.

Bring your wrist right here, sir.

Take it easy, take it easy. You'll be all right.

Just relax. It's gonna be all right.

Mr. Brewer, I can't imagine what you're feeling right now...

...but you cannot take the law into your own hands.

I think you already lost him.

I think he's long gone.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent you that tape.

Am I under arrest?

No. We convinced Mr. Ortiz to drop the charges.

Now, the truth is,

we're pretty sure The Wolf is back in Colombia.

Sir, I find this whole lot of questioning offensive.

You, Mr. Brand, are the reason this tragedy has occurred!

It was your idea to go to the Colombian consulate...

...with an unauthorized plan to attack the guerrillas!

And then they try to blow you up. Big surprise!

Uh, forgive me, Senator, but if you intend...

- ...to argue about it... - Mr. Brandt, I'm not arguing.

I am telling you, your mission in Colombia...

...is terminated immediately!

With all due respect, Senator...

...that is the absolute worst thing you can do at this point.

This is not a matter for discussion.

Arrangements are being made for peace talks...

...between the Colombian government and the guerrillas.

This is insane...

You cannot negotiate with terrorists!

Now, these guerrillas, they don't want any peace!

All they wanna do... is sell cocaine!

Senator,

Peter Brandt has had a great deal of experience...

Spare me, Douglas. Peter Brandt has failed.

All he's done is bring the war home to American soil!

That is completely unacceptable, and you know it!

This committee is giving you 72 hours...

...to pull your operatives out of Colombia.

Have you any questions, Mr. Brandt?

None at all.

Damn it, Pete! Come here!

I don't know why they call them:

the Senate intelligence hearings? They're all imbeciles.

I'm going back down to Colombia and kill everyone of 'em.

Come on, we've been here before! You know the drill!

This will blow over.

For now you're being reassigned right here to I-TAG.

You can find this animal, Pete.

Just do it via satellite! All right?

You're okay.

I'm sick of this crap!

Just get the plane ready. We're leaving tonight.

Yes, sir.

Pete! There's another guy here to claim he's The Wolf.

- So? - So...

...he asked me of you by name, and he knows details about the bombing...

...that haven't been released!

Take it over here.

Who's this?

You're a tough man to reach. I've been trying it for the last...

- ...three weeks. - Brewer?

I guess you've been busy trying to find the man...

...who killed my family, right?

Right?

Listen, Mr. Brewer, I understand you're anxious, but...

...we're pursuing leads as to his whereabouts.

We'll keep you posted.

Tell me the truth, Brandt. You owe me that much.

- You're not going after him, are you? - You want the truth?

Colombian government's trying to negotiate peace with the guerrillas,

and the Jesus on the hill over here, has decided to let them try.

We can't step foot in the guerrilla zone. So bottom line is...

...justice for your wife and son isn't a priority right now.

- Colonel! - Peter!

Good to see you!

Wasn't expecting to see you back!

I haven't spent eight goddamned years down here,

just to hand the country over to a third-rate Che Guevara!

How are you, man! You're on furlough...

- ...from the psych unit? - I thought I was at the psych unit!

- I need to talk to you. - Okay.

Hey, Gordy, how you doing?

Come in.

Want you to meet a friend of mine.

He's Ed Coonts.

- Sorry about your loss. - Thank you.

You know, Ed...

...spent two years as a military adviser down in Colombia.

He can help you.

I...

...see you're doing a lot of homework here!

Well, if I don't do it, it seems no one else will.

You'd have to be freaking cracked to go down there now.

You can't even land in Colombia...

...without a State Department stamp on your passport.

And you can sure bet... you were on the restricted list...

...five minutes after that bomb blow off.

Oh, yeah. Well, Panama.

Back door into Colombia.

You have been doing some homework.

Well, let's say you did manage to get to the country...

...without getting kidnapped... or killed.

You'd never make it in to the guerrilla zone without a pass.

And they're sure as hell not gonna give you one.

Well,

let's say I got one.

Well, it would take them about two seconds...

...to realize you're not Juan Valdez.

And they'd pull your eyelids back over your skull...

...shove your head up your ass...

...and bowl you off a cliff.

Look, you gonna help me or not?

Tell me your plan.

Then I cross the border on foot through the Darién Gap.

I understand the jungle is very difficult to patrol.

I think I can make it to Valencia in one day.

From Valencia it's 200 miles into the guerrilla zone, right?

I'm sure I can pay someone to drive me to Mompós.

I don't think so.

Approach the wrong person, you're a dead man.

Besides, next to drugs, kidnapping gringos...

...is the second most profitable business down there.

Get on a bus as fast as you can.

- Mompós? - Yes, Mompós.

Thank you.

If you make it to the bus, you're doing all right.

Thanks for your advice.

It's only good advice if you take it.

- What's the matter? - Up ahead! Roadblock!

- Who are they looking for? - Anyone not like them.

The boys found his passport and his backpack...

...when he escaped one of our roadblocks.

The son of a bitch is trying to commit suicide.

Only two ways he can go:

Upriver or on the road through Mompós.

And we control both.

If we know he's here, the guerrillas damn sure they know is here.

Or they will soon.

I want you to make sure of it, all right?

All right.

I give you 12 hours before we find your fireman face down in a lion pit.

Sure would show Washington you can't negotiate...

...with terrorists, wouldn't it?

Los Angeles was a great success.

Finally, the hypocrites want to negotiate.

You see,

Americans hide behind family values. False ideals.

They have forgotten the reality of war. Not like us.

They found his passport. He's coming to Mompós.

Excellent.

Take a fireman from Los Angeles.

When America hears the story, they cry rivers of tears.

Capture him. We hold him for ransom, and they will pay.

Take two teams. One at the harbor, one in the town square.

Find him before the police do and bring him to me.

If they don't pay...

...we kill him.

All roads end in Mompós.

The only way into the guerrilla zone from there... is upriver.

How do I go upriver with one of those?

No one goes upriver. Not without a pass.

Thank you!

- Thank you very much. - Good luck!

You said I need a pass to get into the guerrilla zone.

Tell me how to get one.

You might be able to buy a pass from one of the locals.

God help you if you ask the wrong one.

Look, this is where I...

...pretty much run out of good advice.

Thanks. I'm gonna figure it out.

No. Thank you very much.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?

Is the boy okay?

Yes, he's okay. But I... I don't need any help.

I was just concerned about the boy.

Sorry. You are very kind.

He gets so excited. I have trouble keeping up with him.

He couldn't wait to get to the festival.

You know, this carnival, he loves.

- I'm Selena. - Gordy.

This is my son, Mauro.

Gordy.

Friend.

All right. Better get going.

Nice to meet you. Bye-bye.

- Bye! - Bye-bye!

Mr. Brewer!

You have to come with me.

You're on my list.

What is this about?

You are in this country illegally!

No, no, no, I'm not here illegally. My passport was stolen.

- You're coming with me. - You see those guys over there?

They're guerrillas!

Hey, no, seriously, Captain.

I really appreciate you guys taking me without a reservation.

I know how crowded it gets in here.

You know, I'd tip you, but...

...your chief took all my money already.

Hey, you gave away my favorite cell.

Put him next to the American!

That's not very nice. Why'd you do that? Why, 'cause he's bigger than I am?

Why are you doing this to me? I thought we had an understanding.

You're calling me a pervert?

I like you too.

Sean Armstrong. Public lewdness.

At least, that's what they call it. But I swear...

...I was just standing there. She was doing all the work.

Are you just quiet, or did somebody confiscate your tongue?

'Cause that happens around here, you know.

Gordy Brewer.

- Do I know you? - I doubt it.

So what are you... innocent of, huh?

I'm an illegal alien.

You goddamn gringos.

You come down here and steal all the jobs.

Of course half the country does want to kidnap you...

...and the other half wants to kill you.

They don't think about being Canadian. No one gives a shit about us.

Death squads kill the guerrillas, guerrillas kill the military,

peasants are caught in the middle and killed by everybody,

but we Canadians... flies on the wall.

Hey, man.

Don't even look at those guys unless you can kill 'em.

They're all guerrillas, aren't they?

I... I did not say that.

That's what you meant.

You work at the guerrilla zone, don't you? That's how you know who they are.

Hey, can I move to a different cell, please?

Doing what?

I fix and sell heavy machinery. You satisfied?

Hey, sell me a pass so I can work the zone.

You stick a sock in it, jolly green! I'm just a wrench for hire!

If the power that be found out what I do, they'd turn me into an organ donor.

My pass is not for sale. Not to you, not to anyone.

- Thanks a lot. - Don't mention it.

Give me a list of everybody they've picked up.

Check it against our guerrilla database.

The guerrillas were after Brewer when the policía showed up.

Everyone we need to kill The Wolf in the same god damned jail.

I start to think we should put this fireman on the payroll.

Seat belt!

I think we got some company coming over here.

Mompós Jail is under attack!

The guerrillas are breakin' up their troops!

Get a team outside the jail and two army squads...

...to clear the building! I'm on my way!

- We'll be there in 3 minutes! - Copy! Chief in on his way!

Goddamn it!

I can't believe this shit!

Roman?

Claudio!

What about the fireman?

Claudio, they're coming! We have to go!

Let him burn in hell!

Shit! We're gonna fry!

We're gonna fucking fry!

Brothers! Long live the revolution!

That's using the old noggin! That's using the old noggin, is it?

Yeah! Yeah!

Fuck America!

Good! That's good, baby! That's good!

Get me outta here!

Let's play: This Is Your Life. I want your pass.

My pass?

It's my livelihood! You'd let me die here?

I thought we were friends! Come on, man! It's my livelihood, man!

Come on! You'd let me die here?

No. That's the last thing it's gonna happen to you.

First, the air's gonna heat up in here to 451 degrees.

Then your pass will explode like a Roman candle,

then your socks will ignite,

then you hear your fingernails will melt!

All right, all right, all right, all right! Shit! Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Here, here! Here you go! Here you go! It's yours, all right?

Take it, eh?

Now get me out! Get me out of here, please! Come on!

Our witnesses they heard the prisoners calling for El Lobo.

- He was here, boss. - He was into our hands...

...like a gift from God and they let him walk out the front door?

Now, what good's a watchtower if nobody's watching?

- The fireman isn't in here either. - Ah, no kidding.

The fireman escaped the fire?

Okay.

Look around. With any luck, Gordy Brewer's lying dead...

...on the side of the road somewhere.

I'm sorry I had to scare you.

Hey, I know when it's time to retire.

Besides, you weren't gonna let me burn.

What's this for?

For your retirement fund, and for some additional information.

Tell me everything I need to know.

Get yourself back to the harbor.

The guy who takes me upriver, his name's Omar. He'll set you up.

When you get to San Pablo, ask for Felix Ramirez.

Tell him you're my replacement. Tell him I was arrested...

...for something really raunchy.

Good luck. You'll need it.

Who did this?

The guerrillas. They think these people help the paramilitaries.

The guerrillas!

Put your hands up! And hold up your pass!

- Here is my pass! - This is your pass? Your pass?

Yes, pass.

I replace Armstrong.

Felix! Your mechanic is here!

- You are not Sean Armstrong. - That's for damn sure.

Felix?

Heinrich Beckmann, Armstrong's replacement.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Says you, buddy.

Look, this is a serious breach of protocol, okay?

I put in the papers, I cross all my t's and this is what I get?

Come on, it's like ordering a pizza around here!

You ask for Canadian bacon, you end up with a German sausage,

for crying out loud!

Hey, you don't want me to fix your engine, just say so!

I go back home! Bye!

Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Come on, come on.

Don't be such a sauerkraut, come on.

Just tell me what happened to my main man Armstrong.

That's all. I mean... how do I know you didn't brain him just to take his pass?

Armstrong was arrested yesterday.

He was caught screwing the police chief's daughter.

That's Armstrong, man!

That double-dipping whore that he is! I love that guy!

I wish I were him, buddy!

I still can't let him through, Felix.

If I can't get my generator fixed, I can't pay my taxes.

I can't pay my taxes, your boss is gonna make some cuts around here.

Now, it could be your salary,

and it could be your throat.

I'll let you marinate on that, okay?

You can bring him back here... first thing in the morning.

Thank you.

Beckmann!

Don't forget your pass.

Thanks.

Hey, your English is pretty good for a German guy.

Thanks.

Where did you learn yours?

Ah, man.

Yeah, I've been to... New York, Chicago, Miami,

L.A. for a little bit.

But I want to go back... to go back someday...

...when I'm a big shot.

I got too much goin' on to be begging some corporate asshole to...

...to put my CD on, you know?

I wanna cut an album, man. It's... It's kind of...

...hardcore campesino rap. You know what I'm sayin'?

Want to hear a little taste?

Guess if I have to.

You know, with that attitude, it's not...

...gonna be a lot of fun. Here you go.

Guerrilla thrilla Take me to Manila

What do we got, it's smooth like vanilla

Hottie, eenie-minie-mo Tell the CIA to go

They gotta get out, you know

- What do you think, man? - That's fantastic.

I think you're gonna be a winner.

- Are you serious? - Oh, yeah.

You're in the wrong profession, trust me.

Wow, man!

I can't believe this. That's exactly how I feel, man!

All right, here, put this on.

What's this for?

It's for your own protection, man.

You don't wanna know how to get where we're going, come on.

Don't worry, it's not gonna be more than 15 minutes, I'm telling you.

Okay, we're here, baby. Don't get funky on me.

Peekaboo.

So what do you think of this place, huh?

Pretty snazzy, right?

- Where are we? - My place.

- It smells here. - Profits, baby, profits.

This is a cocaine plant!

Yeah, I know, I know, I know.

Now, look. Just 'cause I'm brown and down...

...doesn't mean I wanna work for minimum wage.

I mean, 'cause if I don't do it, Bolivia will.

Bolivia don't do it, Chinese will do it. Chinese don't do it...

...Mr. and Mrs. America will do it. As a matter of fact, they are doing it.

Jesus! I wanna put you in my next video, I'm telling you.

Look, the promise with the diesel generator.

I mean, I know I'm supposed to let it cool down there...

...but it's simple drugonomics.

I just can't crank that shit out fast enough, you know?

Those Silicon Valley geeks must be e-mailing it to each other.

- That's the one? - Yup.

Not to put any pressure to you, but Armstrong was a magician with that.

Don't worry. I will make it work.

Yeah, let's hope so.

He told me his name was...

...Heinrich Beckmann.

Heinrich Beckmann?

He had a hat on. I didn't recognize him.

I made a mistake.

No, please, Claudio! Listen to me, Claudio! Please!

Please! Claudio! Claudio!

- Claudio, please! Listen... - In the struggle for liberation...

...there is no room for mistakes.

Discipline is everything.

Discipline...

...and punishment.

Find him.

And no mistakes.

Come here whenever they want and barge in!

I'm not, like, their puppet, I swear to God!

Hey, what's up, dog! Thought I was paid up for the whole month, man!

Where's the mechanic?

Hey, hey, hey, calm down, dog.

What, you losing faith in me, man?

The mechanic! Where is he?

I got everything under control. All right, man?

Come on. Come with me over here. I got him working his ass off, man.

You know how Germans are like cyborgs. Efficient, efficient, man, you know?

You seem a little tense. Need some R&R, man?

Come on, Roman, you got pull, you can get a new generator, man!

Heinrich, I got some friends for you!

You know, my bad, man. You know what it is?

I told him, once he fix that gasket, he could take five, you know.

So he's probably in the latrine.

Yeah, you know, probably...

buffing the helmet, or... or who knows, man.

Besides, he can't blend in. He's this big Neanderthal white albino...

Look, we'll get some rum, we'll hang out...

What the hell was that?

Get the mangueras! Get the pumps! Save the kilos, come on!

Please, I'm gonna make work everything out!

I'll cut my losses, pay double, triple, whatever it takes!

Two or three times, I'll pay the amount, all right?

Look, I'll work it out, man!

- No! Stay back there! - Claudio!