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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.