All language subtitles for HUMAN TARGET - S02 E04 - The Return of Baptiste (720p - DCU Web-DL)

[hip-hop music]

[singing in foreign language]

No.

There is no Cervantes.
There is no Susan Connors.

No, wait, wait.

Your boss kidnapped a
journalist from her hotel room

in Asuncion four days ago.

'Now, that journalist
happens to be a friend of mine.'

And, uh, I'm prepared to pay
an obscene amount of money.

So don't be stupid.

[intense music]

You are being sent
home as a courtesy.

Most who make it
this far aren't so lucky.

Don't come back.

[music continues]

(Chance) 'What? I'm-I'm
sorry. You went where?'

'Because I thought
you said that you tried'

'to see Miguel Cervantes'

the most dangerous
warlord on The Triple Frontier

which is saying something

and that you did it alone.

Yes.

Help me out here, 'cause we
discussed this the other day

I explained to you that no one
knows where to find Cervantes.

Yes.

And that they kill
people down there

for even asking.

You're worried about me.

I-I'm worried about who's
gonna pay the bills around here

if you end up dead in some
South American gutter somewhere.

It's been almost five days
since Susan went missing

investigating a story
about Cervantes.

And we all agree
that if Cervantes

simply wanted her dead,
he would've done it publicly.

- So she's probably still alive.
- Probably.

The State Department can't
act because they have no way

of getting a message to him.

The local governments won't act

because they're afraid of him.

And when I asked you
about rescue options

you said there weren't any.

Well, I meant that I
couldn't think of any.

Well, what's the difference?

In the interim, I may
have thought of one.

Well, what is it?

You know, I've known this
woman since we were children.

Well, it's a little unorthodox.

You might not like it.

But could be worth a try.

No. No.

- Hell, no.
- Oh, so you got my note.

Yeah, I got your note.
Bad idea. Terrible idea.

- I won't be a part of it.
- Won't be a part of what?

Alright, let's just
start at the beginning.

A few years ago,
Miguel Cervantes

hired an assassin to take out

'the President of Paraguay.'

The assassin was successful.

Was quite proud of
himself, I might add.

We're talking about you.

No. Wasn't me. He
was a guy I know.

Anyway, Cervantes and
this assassin had a falling out.

- Define falling out.
- Cervantes tried to kill him.

Which means that the assassin

might be inclined to
help us stage a rescue.

(Guerrero) 'Dude.'

No. I mean, seriously.

This guy's a bad egg.
You can't trust him.

Really?

You see what's happening here?

We agree.

Now imagine how
that makes me feel.

You think I'm happy about this?

I didn't wanna see him again,
let alone ask him for help.

But the lady wants
to get her friend back

so I don't have any
better ideas. Do you?

(Ilsa) 'Will someone please
tell me what's going on here?'

Who is this guy and why is it

such a big deal
to ask for his help?

He was picked up by the FBI

then he was traded
to the Russians.

Apparently they wanted
him more than our guys did.

He's not gonna be easy to get to

but I just don't
see any other way.

Spasiba.

(Ilsa) So the only person
who can help rescue Susan

is a professional killer
you neither like nor trust

who's currently rotting
in a Siberian prison

and these two think
you're completely crazy

for even suggesting it.

Is that a vaguely
accurate picture

of what we're
talking about here?

Pretty much.

Oh, last time I saw him,
we tried to kill each other.

'Look, I know it sounds bad.'

But if we're gonna
stage a rescue

for Susan, I think
we just... Do it.

Whatever it takes.

We have to get Susan
out of there alive.

Just out of curiosity..

Can you tell me the
name of this assassin?

(Chance) Well, he
goes by several names.

But the one I know him by is..

Baptiste.

[instrumental music]

Hello, matey.

[theme music]

[intense music]

(Baptiste) 'I wish I
knew you were coming.'

Might've cleaned
up the place for you.

This isn't a social call.

Miguel Cervantes kidnapped a
journalist named Susan Connors.

'There's reason to
believe she's alive'

being held in his compound.

And this pertains to me how?

I need your help.

Is that a fact?

I know that Cervantes'
compound is well guarded.

I know that getting in and out

cleanly is gonna
take some finesse.

- 'What I don't know... '
- Is where to find him.

Tell me where to find the
compound, that's all I need.

And what do I get
out of this exactly?

You get to get off
your ass, come up here

and point your finger on
a map or I get the guards

to open this door
and I come in there.

Man, I missed you.

(Ilsa) 'So what's the story
with those two anyway?'

Well, before Chance
was... Chance

he and Baptiste worked
for the same boss.

A master assassin
who took them both in

and trained them. They
called him "The Old Man."

And in a weird way, they were

the closest thing
Chance had to family.

So why does Chance
hate him so much?

He wanted out of that life.

Well, that didn't
go over too well.

And a woman close to Chance

ended up getting killed over it.

Baptiste killed her?

I promise you, do not
mess with me on this one.

And I promise you
that's not my intention.

I just simply do not know
where the compound is.

- You were there yourself.
- Blindfolded on the way in.

And coming out, transportation
was provided for me.

Provided by who?

A gentleman by the
name of Esteban.

He's a local enemy of Cervantes.

'The Triple Frontier is not a
particularly welcoming place.'

Esteban helped
because he knew me.

But for you... not so much.

- What are you saying?
- What am I saying?

I'm saying I can't help
you find Cervantes

unless you take me with you.

Fat chance. Have a nice life.

You will never
find her without me.

Cervantes is a ghost down there.

And if you had another
option, you wouldn't be here

in the first place.

'What's this all about anyway?'

You wanna get close to
Cervantes? You wanna kill him?

Settle a score? What?

Grudges are for
the weak of spirit.

And you know that's not me.

Then why?

- Geezer has my watch.
- I beg your pardon?

The target Cervantes
hired me to liquidate

he wore a vintage
Breguet, Heritage Collection.

It's a work of art, really.

And when I escaped
it got left behind.

Give me the
chance to retrieve it

and I'll help you save the girl.

I give you my word, junior.

What the hell are you doing
to my conference room?

Does she really need
to know or is this one

of those things it's
better off if she doesn't?

Sidebar.

It's hardware that
allows us to piggyback

on a military spy satellite
so we can keep an eye

on Chance and Baptiste.

I'm gonna go out on a limb
and guess that that's illegal.

Extremely.

Look, I didn't want
Chance talking to Baptiste

in the first place, remember?

At least this way,
wherever they go

I can watch his back.

I need temporary custody
of prisoner Baptiste.

Custody? What makes you
think I would agree to that?

This, my friend, is a Private
Bank of Geneva Black Card.

Airport club access,
concierge services

no spending limit.

Compliments of Ilsa Pucci.

I'll have Baptiste
back in 48 hours.

Until then, knock yourself out.

There is only one problem.

Prisoners must be
within sight of a guard

at all times.

[instrumental music]

Uh-uh. Not now.

I need you on your toes.

Plus I don't have to tell you
what's gonna be waiting for us

when we get off this plane.
Let's go over some ground rules.

Ground rules? So, we're at
grammar school now, are we?

Rule number one,
cuffs stay on at all times.

You're kidding me.

Rule number two, you will not

touch a weapon of any kind.

I'm ashamed to
know you. I truly am.

Rule number three.

When this is finished

you're going straight
back to that prison.

- Are we clear?
- All except rule number three.

That's non-negotiable.

We'll see.

[instrumental music]

- Who is that?
- Oh.

His name's Captain Mike Harmen.

He's the contact of the
Defense Department.

I've been on the
phone with him all week

trying to get some
help with Susan.

'I'll be right with you,
Captain Harmen.'

- I'll go with you.
- Why?

Highly-illegal satellite setup.

'Chance on ground
with a fugitive assassin.'

We need to make sure
this goes very carefully.

I once sat a poker table
with Rumsfeld, Kissinger

and the Chief of
Operations for the Mossad.

So?

Rummy still owes me 1,000 bucks.

So what can I do
for you, captain?

Mrs. Pucci, we have a problem.

Look, I get it.

You told me not to go
after Susan Connors

and I went anyway. Your
boss put some heat on you.

He told you to come down
here and put some heat on me.

Can't we just save ourselves
some time and go get some lunch?

We certainly could.

Had I not received this message

just before I arrived here.

What is that?

That is a photograph
sent by my liaison

in the Paraguayan Army

'of your private plane
sitting in an airfield'

'just a few miles away
from The Triple Frontier.'

- Oh.
- That's the ground wire..

Why are you disconnecting
the ground wire?

- I think we've got a problem.
- What kind of problem?

Captain Mike Harmen has
asked the Paraguayan Army

to seize my plane.

I think Chance just
lost his getaway.

[speaking in foreign language]

[gasps]

There's a doorway
down there on the right.

That's Esteban's place.

But before we go in, can I renew

my objection to the
current state of my hands?

- I already told you.
- Yeah, I know.

I know. Rule one.

The thing is, folks around here

don't take kindly

to strangers asking questions.

What sense does it make
to handicap ourselves

from the outset?

You know what, you got a point.

[indistinct chattering]

- Better?
- Not even close.

[instrumental music]

[singing in foreign language]

- Greetings, matey.
- Drink,amigo?

Whiskey.

So we're looking for Esteban.

Have you seen him?

Uh, yeah, we seem
to have lost the keys.

It's a funny story, actually.

You want to see Esteban

Esteban do not want to see you.

[gunshot]

Put down the gun.

You first.

I asked you to put the gun down.

- I won't ask again.
- Uh... no.

Oh, you are such a child. I
hope you're proud of yourself.

You asked me to help you
find Esteban and I'm doing that

but you're getting lost
in the details, matey.

Details my ass. Give me the gun.

Well, this gun?

You want this gun?

Come and take it from me.

You don't think I can just
smack you up and take that gun?

No, I really don't.

Alright, folks, you're
in for a little show.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chattering]

[both grunting]

[singing in foreign language]

What about a different plane?

Is there no other way
to fly them out of there?

Well, not from down there.
Not with this kind of notice.

We need to figure out a way

to get Harmen to
release that plane.

I've been dealing
with him all week.

He's not a "Bend
the rules" kind of guy.

What are you doing?
I did that an hour ago.

'It doesn't work.'

You loosened the lid for me.

If Chance still has
his phone, the satellite

should be locked in on him.

Right there.

What the hell are they doing?

Well, it appears they're kicking
the crap out of each other.

[all shouting]

[singing in foreign language]

[both grunting]

I assume this doesn't bode
well for Susan's rescue.

Zoom out, would you?

[intense music]

What's that?

That's a problem.

[cellphone ringing]

Come on. Answer your
phone. Answer your phone.

[music continues]

[chuckles]

[speaking in foreign language]

[instrumental music]

Hola, Esteban.

We were, um..

Hoping you could
help us find Cervantes.

So, Esteban, is
it fair to assume

that you're now
working for Cervantes?

- Where are they?
- I don't know.

I got no signal
to lock onto, man.

He must've lost his phone.

How do we find him?

- Uh...
- We don't.

No signal to latch on to.
Could take hours to find him.

'Every minute we
spend looking is a minute'

we take away from
figuring out a way

to get that plane
off the ground.

So what, we just leave them
there and hope for the best?

I don't like this any
more than you do.

'But right now,
getting that plane free'

is the only way we can
help get them home alive.

Yeah, that's assuming
they're not dead already.

- Hey!
- What? Uh, I'm just saying.

(Chance) 'You said that Esteban
helped you escape from Cervantes.'

That they were mortal
enemies or something.

Hey, may I remind you

if you hadn't lost your mind
about me having a weapon

we probably wouldn't
be in this mess.

You knew the rules.

The rules. Here we go.

I don't trust you at all

so we stick to the rules.

You have no idea how silly
that sounds coming from you.

- What I should trust you?
- Why shouldn't you?

When you left me and The Old Man

you said nothing.

'That decision must've
been brewing for'

'for quite a while, right?'

So how many days?

How many conversations
did me and you have

during which the only
thought in your head

was about running away?

'And you never said a word.'

You call that being honest?

[tires screech]

(Esteban) 'Dig your graves.'

- 'Dude, no way.'
- Why? It's a simple Norma Jean.

First of all, there's
no such thing

as a simple Norma Jean, alright?

'When a Norma Jean
goes bad, it goes real bad.'

A Norma Jean went
bad on my cousin Pat.

She ended up
pregnant with twins.

Well, you got a better idea?

Yeah.

- Let's call that Ames broad.
- She went back East.

Clear her head after
that heist debacle.

Fine. Then I'll go.

And do what?

'Put a gun to Harmen's head?'

What's wrong with
putting a gun to his head?

A lot of productive
things have happened

by putting a gun
to someone's head.

(Winston) 'Wait a second.'

'Your friend, Captain Harmen'

said he had a liaison down
there with the Paraguayan Army.

That's probably who he
called to seize the plane, right?

(Guerrero) 'So why don't
we call the guy ourselves'

get him to release the plane?

We get into Harmen's office

find out who that liaison
is and how to contact him.

Then we figure out
a way to make it look

like Harmen's
making the call to him.

We get into his office. But
what if he's in his office?

Oh, that's easy.
We'll just send you.

- What?
- Dude?

It's not a bad idea.

It certainly sounds like one.

I agree.

You..

Ilsa..

This ain't that hard.

The info we want is probably
on Harmen's computer.

Now you just go down
there and you, you make nice

and say you're sorry about
what happened before.

Then you take a pirate modem.

Put it close enough
to his computer

so I can hack into it.

The whole thing takes
a couple of minutes.

He's right. It's
a terrible idea.

"I played poker with Rummy."
What happened to that?

That was a game.

Hmm, what you're
asking me to do..

I'm not a field operative.

Listen, you wanna see
your friend Susan alive again

then you're gonna become one.

Sorry. About before.

I probably should've taken
those cuffs off you at the bar.

What, that's it?

What? You want me to be
sorry about something else?

Well, if you don't know, I'm
not gonna explain it to you.

Why don't I hear
something like "Hey, junior"

"thanks for the last 24 hours.

"It was nice to get some
fresh air." You had a drink.

'You had a few
laughs at my expense.'

You got to admit,
this day beats the crap

out of any day you
had in that prison cell.

I shouldn't have
been in that jail cell

for you to find me
in the first place.

Well, whose fault
is that anyway?

Don't get mad at me.

Get mad at The Old Man.

'When I got thrown in Chi Hoa'

he busted me out in three weeks.

Yeah, well, that
situation was different.

- Why was it different?
- 'Cause that was you.

He cut you loose, didn't he?

Why? Is it because
you got caught?

Or maybe it was because
you were doing the catching.

But your guess is as
good as mine, mate.

But I haven't heard
a word from him

since the last time
we saw each other.

(Esteban) 'Hurry up.'

[speaking in foreign language]

[dramatic music]

Senor Baptiste.

'I'm surprised to
see you again.'

- Cervantes.
- What are you doing here?

Well, it appears I'm
digging my own grave.

What are you doing here?

Truth be told, I'm in
the market for a new job

and I'm hoping
that you're hiring.

You son of a..

- 'You wanna work for me?'
- Yes, I do.

Very interesting. Let's
discuss it then, shall we?

And what about this one?

(Baptiste) 'I don't know.'

He maybe some value to you.

Thanks for bringing
me down here, junior.

'Sorry it had to be this way.'

And, uh, sorry about this.

[instrumental music]

Oh, you're awake.

I'm Susan.

Connors.

Yeah, I heard a
little bit about you.

I'm Christopher Chance.

'Ilsa Pucci sent me here'

to rescue you.

- Ilsa sent you?
- Yeah.

- To rescue me?
- Mm-hmm.

And, uh, how's
this rescue going?

Could be worse.

So... what brings a
nice journalist like you

to a place like this?

Well, I came down
here chasing a story.

Trying to tie
Cervantes to the murder

of this country's President.

Just before I got
caught, I found the link.

Witnesses who can
blow the story wide open.

Cervantes wants
to know who talked.

Yeah, so far, my interrogators
have been keeping things

fairly polite.

'But something tells
me with you here'

that's about to change.

Yeah, it's a pretty safe bet.

Listen, can you reach my pants

with your foot?

In the ling of my pocket flap

there's a syringe
filled with anesthetic.

Maybe we could
use it on your friend

when he comes back.

[Susan grunts]

(Susan) 'Do I need to ask
why you have a full syringe'

'of anesthetic in your pocket?'

Well, I brought someone

with me to help find you.

Someone who I was worried
might try to screw me over.

And where exactly
is this someone now?

Screwing me over.

Join me. Please.

Senor Baptiste.

Your track record
is quite impressive.

Prime Minister Goetz.
Justice Rabang in Manila.

You're an artist.

But our history together,
it makes your proposal

while tempting

also somewhat
difficult to believe.

Our past is what it is.

You were unhappy with my
work. That's your prerogative.

I'd hired you to do a job...

You hired me to eliminate a man

which I did.

And you wanted him
humiliated, tortured.

It's simply not me.

It's inelegant.

Is that my watch?

No. That is Esteban's watch.

A gift from me.

Well, then let's
forget about our past

and discuss our
future, shall we?

- Be careful.
- I've almost got it.

[Susan screams]

[intense music]

[grunts]

[grunts]

- I can't believe that worked.
- Me neither.

Alright, he's probably
got a knife on him

let's find it and cut
ourselves down.

[instrumental music]

(Winston) 'You should
put that in your ear.'

Oh, God. I can't
believe I'm doing this.

It's gonna be easy.

Just take this
pirate modem. See?

So you turn it on right there.

Get that within range
of Harmen's computer.

And I'll take it from there.

(Guerrero over radio)
'Alright, I'm in position.'

- She moving yet?
- Getting there.

(Guerrero) 'Take
your time, dude.'

- View's real nice from up here.
- So what's he doing again?

He's gonna splice
into their switchboard

so that when we call Paraguay
to get your plane released

it'll sound like the call's
coming from Harmen's office.

Now, listen, once
we're logged in.

Harmen gets locked
out of his computer.

So he can't be on there
while I'm doing my search.

So how do I keep him from
looking at his computer?

[instrumental music]

Opening a button might help.

I'm not even gonna
dignify that with a response.

You sure?

Mrs. Pucci.

Hello, captain.

- How are you?
- I'm fine.

What are you doing down here?

I don't feel very
good about yesterday

and I was hoping we
could maybe talk about it

a little bit.

Well, come on in.
Margaret, this is Ilsa Pucci.

- Hello.
- Hello. Margaret.

(Winston over speaker) 'Please
tell me Margaret is not sitting'

'in front of the computer.'

Mm-hmm.

'Look, I can't hack in'

until you get her
away from there.

"Oh, it's a simple Norma
Jean. Nothing to worry about."

Oh, shut up!

What I am offering you

are the services of a
professional without peer.

I think there's a
path over there

that leads to the front gate.

We're not taking the front gate.

Baptiste said it's
too heavily guarded.

Do you know of
any other way out?

He mentioned a back way,
but I don't know where to find it.

Well, you got any better ideas?

So please think carefully
before you throw out a number

less you insult me and
lose out on this opportunity..

Altogether.

Twenty million.

[instrumental music]

Dollars?

US for a year of your time.

[music continues]

There's one condition.

It's my understanding that
the man you arrived here with

was once quite close to you.

You understand, I
need to be certain

that you and he are
not playing me for a fool.

Hmm. Kill him.

'And then we'll have a deal.'

Sounds perfectly
reasonable to me.

Good.

(Chance) 'Hello, fellas.'

If you've come to argue
about your ground rules again

I think you're going to
be sorely disappointed.

We can discuss that later.
That's not why I'm here.

No? Then why are you here?

To ask for your help.

I'm sorry? You're
asking for my help? Still?

I'm getting real
tired of it too.

But you know the
way out of here, I don't.

You gave me your word.

I came here to
see what it's worth.

[intense music]

I am deeply sorry
I have to do this.

But I will be taking
that watch back now.

[indistinct shouting]

[intense music]

Get in!

[gunshots]

[music continues]

[cellphone ringing]

Chance, where the hell
are you? What's going on?

We've got Susan. We're
heading to the plane.

Is there anything
else I should know?

Yeah. Uh, stand by.

- 'Ilsa, you need to hurry.'
- I'm a little confused.

You're here to apologize
about yesterday?

Yes.

So you admit the
plane down there

is part of a rescue mission?

(Ilsa) 'I've been
advised not to answer'

'that question.'

Alright, I'm patched
into the switchboard.

She got the modem on yet?

Not yet. Ilsa.

Listen, um, you got to get
that damn computer clear.

[sighs] I'm sorry.

Could you ask your secretary

if she could give us a
minute to speak in private?

I am a Senior Policy Analyst.

[clears throat]

Thank you, Margaret.

Chance, we're trying to free up

'the plane. We need
a couple of minutes.'

(Chance) 'I don't have
a couple of minutes.

[gunshots]

Please have a seat.

[electronic whine]

[beeping]

We're in.

(Harmen) 'Alright, Mrs. Pucci..'

what is it you wanna talk about?

(Winston) 'Good, the
modem's been activated.'

'We're uploading.'

(Ilsa) 'Well..'

I feel as if we don't really
know each other very well.

[gunshots]

- Hey, save a bullet.
- Why?

Machinegun nests either
side of the rear gate.

Once we get around
the turn, about 30 meters.

Not gonna give us much time.

About two or three seconds

and then we're full of holes.

[gunshots]

Okay, turn's coming.

- You ready?
- Ready.

Yeah!

[intense music]

Next left! Take it!

Come on, dude, give me a number.

Hang on. Hang on. Hang on.

So I assume you went to college.

Yeah.

- Yes, I did.
- Did you like it?

Mrs. Pucci, you come
all the way down here.

You offer me one of the more

bizarre apologies
I've ever heard.

But you dismiss a
woman from my office

who is probably gonna
be my boss one day

to ask me questions
about where I went to school

and whether or not I'm allowed
to wear jeans on Fridays?

What are you doing here?

And I want a straight answer.

Well..

That's a completely
fair question.

Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on.

[telephone ringing]

- One moment.
- Are you seeing anyone?

Did you just ask me out?

Yeah.

Yes, I did.

I just felt there might
be some chemistry

here between us.

You?

Got it. Good job, Ilsa.

'We're done. Get out of there.'

Okay then. I better go.

[instrumental music]

(Winston) 'Captain Carlos
Montoya. Second division.'

Sending you the number.

Got it.

[instrumental music]

This is Captain
Harmen, I need to speak

to Captain Montoya right away.

- 'Montoya.'
- 'Montoya, this is Harmen.'

'Release the plane immediately.'

Yes, sir.

[music continues]

There's a military
barricade. What should I do?

- 'They're not moving.'
- Just don't stop.

♪ Love is living in a world ♪

♪ Without death.. ♪

[indistinct shouting]

♪ Living in a world
without death ♪

♪ Life is nothing without
love in your head ♪

[all shouting]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

(Susan) 'You know,
with most people'

when I haven't seen
them for a few months

the big surprise is
they've changed their hair.

What the hell are
you doing here?

Truthfully... I have no idea.

I guess I'm, I'm
doing what Marshall

would've wanted me to.

Yeah.

So where did you
find the guy? Chance?

Oh, God.

Really? I don't know.

He seemed nice enough to me.

Excuse me a sec, Susan.

So... what are you doing here?

Oh, I think we both
know what I'm doing here.

Your plane was
released from local control

roughly 18 hours ago.

Communications mix-up
according to my contact down there.

And now I see Susan
Connors sitting in your office

'all safe and sound.'

You gamed me.

I don't know how, but you did.

You know, there
is one more thing

I'd like to know.

What?

When you asked me if
I was seeing someone

was that part of the game
or... did you really wanna know?

Well, I think..

Well, uh, I would ask
you to rember that..

- I mean, given the context...
- So I'll pick you up at 8:00.

[instrumental music]

Don't do it.

It's not even the most
expensive one on the tray.

No. But it's your favorite,
so you can't have any.

Yet again.

Focused on the little details

and missing out on
the bigger picture.

- Which is?
- That you trusted me.

And you were
rewarded for that trust.

Let's go overboard here, okay?

I know you better
than you think.

And there was a
moment back there

where you were thinking
about shooting me.

- I was not.
- Yes, you were.

Well, the man made
a convincing argument.

And I do have material needs.

I'm only human.

'And besides'

it suddenly occurred to me

that, uh, despite

what this says
about me and despite

how truly distressing
the thought..

You might be the last
friend I've got on this earth.

I've spent most
of the last six years

wishing you were
dead. We're not friends.

Not by any definition I know of.

Yeah, well... beggars
can't be choosers, right?

It makes this so
much more unpleasant.

Hold this.

What?

Really?

In my defense, I
was extremely frank

about my intentions
on this trip.

I simply can't have you
put me back in that cell.

I think we both know
you're not gonna shoot me.

Oh, come on. What
did he ever do to you?

Let's discuss what's
gonna happen next.

I'm gonna enjoy a glass
of my favorite cognac.

'You tell the pilot we're
diverting to Caracas.'

Once we land, I'll walk out...

I think you know that
I can't let that happen.

Be that as it may.

Salud.

I have a counter proposal.

Do you now?

Come work for me.

- I beg your pardon?
- You heard me.

I think you enjoyed helping.

'I think there's more
to The Old Man'

'cutting you off story
than you're letting on.'

I think you're about where
I was three years ago.

And no more ready
to talk about it either.

- You're joking.
- 'Maybe.'

You saying you don't trust me?

Not one..

[laughs]

'Oh, shit..'

Ketamine in the cognac.

Yeah, I figured
you couldn't resist.

Sorry, but I was frank
about my intentions.

'I gotta take you back
to where I got you.'

That's very clever.

Man... I really missed you.

[instrumental music]

Do I even wanna know?

Probably not.

So what happened with Baptiste?

- I offered him a job.
- Dude, seriously?

I don't have to put up
with enough around here?

He turned it down.

At least there's
still a little integrity

'left among criminals.'

- So where is he?
- 'Well, let's see.'

Right about now it should
be chow time in Siberia.

Bet he didn't
wanna part with that.

So... how'd you get
the Paraguayan Army

to let us on the plane?

- Norma Jean.
- It's impossible.

Can't bluff a Norma
Jean with just two guys.

They had some help.

Are you serious? I'm gone two
days and she's out on the field?

Not my call, dude.

I'll clean that later.

Mr. Chance, I told you I
was prepared to rescue Susan

by any means necessary.

But I thought we
had this conversation.

There's about a million things
that could've gone wrong.

You could've been arrested.

You were risking your
life to save my friend.

The least I could do
was risk my reputation.

Suppose a "Thank
you" is in order.

No. It's I who should thank you
for bringing Susan safely home.

It looks like it wasn't easy.

Oh, comes with the turf.

Sometimes a mission
stays with you after it's done.

So I'm learning. Goodnight.

Where you going?

I guess we both made a
bit of a sacrifice on this one.

I have a date..

With Captain Harmen.

Who's captain..

[theme music]