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Rejected by thedictator of Panama, general Manuel noriega.
Serviceman...
Contacted the...
Let me tell ya,there's nothing more rock and roll
than taking out the bad guysfor the red, white and blue.
But every mission had its price,and this last one was heavy.
If there's ever a guy needed fora tough job, this was him. Becker.
The thingabout working as an operator
is you come upagainst a lot of bad guys,
fuckheads like this.
Fuck!
Off the record,his real name was James mcleod.
Now let's slow this down a bit.
I always knew where to find him.
He's been passed out by hiswife's grave for over a year.
All right, Sam. Fetch him.
Hey, sweetheart.
Sweet, but undisciplined.
But you'd know all aboutthat, wouldn't ya?
What do you want, John?
I have an assignment.
I'm not interested.
Sarah's been gonefor over a year now, Becker.
Fuck.
You spent that whole timeagonizing over your guilt.
You blame yourself, and hell,you're probably right.
I mean, it wasyour fault after all.
But if you're gonnacommit suicide over it,
just please, stick a gun in yourmouth, get it over with.
This waiting for your liverto drop out could take years.
She died, John, because Ididn't protect her from me.
From what I do.
She was innocent.
I put her in danger.
Somehow I cheatedher out of her own fucking life.
And I didn't get revenge for it.
That's not true, kid. Not true.
We tracked and killedall three of those... people.
You don't get it.I needed to fucking kill them.
- Me.- I understand. I get it.
Luckily for you, Providenceplaced the antidote
not too far awayfrom the poison.
You need a purpose,I got one for ya.
It's far away from here.
Warm climate, Sandy beaches,palm trees.
Remember when you sold that tanklander with a sinkhole in it?
Yeah, in Panama.
Panama.
Report to nellis.
9:00 a.m., Monday morning.We'll brief you.
Don't hold your breath.
I'll be turning blue.
Make it 10:00.
Come on, Sam. Where are you?
His sister-in-lawchecks in on him now and again.
Probably the only reasonhe's still alive.
At least I made you laugh, huh?
Here. Drink.
Do you remember that?
We look happy, huh?
You could use a shower.
You sure Becker's the right guy? He's a boyscout, and we're sending him to a whorehouse.
He's the best bullet catcherwe had once.
- He'll be fine.- I wouldn't call this boy a scout.
His file looks likean international rap sheet.
I've heard he's bullheaded and willful.He may question command.
It's true. He has no respect forrank and pretense of any kind.
- But that's a good thing, isn't it?- Then he might go rogue.
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 worryabout the blood, burns.
After what you and Idid in Vietnam,
we'll spend an eternityon the meat rack.
- Hey, Cyn, don't you have a flight to catch?- Gentlemen.
- Buen viaje.- Gracias.
- Hey, bro.- Stark.
I'd like you to meet Hankburns, outta socom in DC.
He's here to aid and assistwhere necessary.
Let's cut through all the bullshit.What's your part?
Already I can tell by yourattitude you're asshole-validated.
Forewarned, you're not theonly us marine standing here.
By the looks of you,you're an 0141.
- Were you in the fucking air corps?- And proud of it, grunt.
Conflict! I love it.But we're here to work together.
Gung ho, semper fi, all that marinebrotherhood shit. You know, all of that.
I'll do my job, stark,like I always do.
Just keep this CIA wannabeaway from me.
Good. Well, now we're allbuds, here's the deal.
Since the Iran-contra bullshit,
fort sherman in Panamais the CIA conduit
for supplying armsto the contras in Nicaragua.
Noriega's become unreliable.
With all the cocaineand crown royal in his system,
we never know which Elgeneral we're talking to.
Operationally,Panama's managed by colonel justines.
We consider him a friend.He's very approachable.
The boland amendment bars the us fromselling arms directly to the contras,
so the CIA is constantly looking forcreative, cute new ways to fund them.
Now, the first order of business?Buy a Russian chopper.
All right? Now, burns here is anexpert in Soviet military equipment.
Now, with your level-threeclearance and user permit,
you are the perfect guy to makethe Russian chopper transaction.
Clear as mud? No?Let me explain.
There are some friends of uncleSam that wanna kill a guy,
and they want a Russianchopper to do it, okay?
Now, we like that they'regonna kill this guy,
so we're gonna shell outto buy 'em a chopper.
- Yeah? Who's selling?- Noriega. Fucking communist.
He wants ten mil transferredto his personal Swiss account.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
Nope.The contras want the chopper.
In return, they'll give usSoviet weaponry and intel.
So we're buying a chopper fromnoriega and using it to kill him?
- I love the poetic irony in that, huh?- I knew you would.
It tickles the shit out of me.
Our contact for picking upthe chopper is in Panama.
Now, it's gonna takea couple of weeks,
so tourist visaain't gonna cut it.
- Right, so I need a legitimate job.- That's right.
So from now on, you're aconsultant for casinos nationale.
Bump up the revenue.Reel in the suckers, okay?
We'll help ya.
Question for both of you.Is this all legal?
Sure. Lawyers are okay with it.
You gonna havea problem with this?
You pay me, I act, burns.It's a simple fucking deal.
But you have opinions.
- I'll see ya, stark.- Yeah.
Only good ones.
There you go. Buddies.Look at that.
Now, once you get settled,you'll meet with Enrique Rodriguez.
His father wasa former government official
who died when Enrique was 12.
He's very connectedand Harvard educated.
Marcos justinesis his godfather,
his uncle, Billy Ford,
who opposes noriegain the election.
Enrique is brokeringthe chopper deal.
Now, we wired hima clean million as a deposit,
but the dipshitprobably spent it already.
He's overly fondof blow and hookers.
I'm Becker.
Hola. I'm to drive youto see señor Rodriguez.
- Same place.- Okay.
No, no, I got it. It's fine.Don't worry about it.
- It's my job, okay?- Okay.
Gracias.
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Señor Becker.
Señor 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 girlfriendscall you?
- The same.- Becker?
Yeah.
- Simple enough.- Yes, sir.
- This is Valentina, my fiancée.- Mucho gusto.
Mi amor, señor Becker and Ineed to discuss business.
Catch you later? Yeah?
Kiss.
Enrique, that's a lovely lady.
A bitch.
- So, you like this place?- Yeah, yeah, sure. It's nice.
All right. Pablo.
Leave the bags.
- It's yours.- Thank you. Thank you.
So, let's talk aboutthe helicopter, shall we?
Hmm.
Later. I don't usually talk aboutbusiness this late in the day.
But we're going tohave plenty of time
for such a tedious discussion.
Relax. Sophia.
This is Sophia, my fiancée.
I like it.
Nice to meet you.
Cariño mío,
Señor Becker and Iare discussing business.
Meet you later at the pool?
Come.
Panama has lots to offera man like you.
Just settle in.
Enjoy yourself.
In time we'll makeour deal. Drink?
Shot of whiskey,if you don't mind.
Cheers.
Ah, Isabella.
Man, I thoughtthe '70s were sexy.
There's nothing like the '80s.
Isabella, meet señor Becker.
Becker, I am pleased to introduceyou my fiancée, Isabella.
Nice to...
You're a lucky man, señor.
- Welcome.- Yeah.
James mcleod.
What did you say?
James mcleod.
Nobody's called me thatsince high school.
- Who are you?- Brooklyn Rivera.
- Brooklyn, huh?- My father was a Dodgers fan.
Yeah. You partof the contras or what?
We prefer the term commandos.
The term contra-revolution
implies we're tryingto restore the government
priorto the sandinista revolution.
We certainly are not.
So are you here to discussthe chopper deal or what?
I cannot make a deal withoutthe consent of my comandante,
steadman fagoth muller.
- Steadman muller?- Steadman fagoth muller.
He's very peculiarabout how he's addressed.
When he was a child, his middlename was the subject of teasing,
so he beat up everyone whotried to make a joke of it
and forced them allto call him by his full name.
Yeah, he soundslike an asshole to me.
- Finish your beer. Then we can go meet with him.- Yeah.
Tell you what.Why don't we meet up in my suite
in, say, an hour,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 a plane.
Where are we going?
Miami.
We going to the safehouse in little Havana?
No, not that one.
You'll like it.
Turn here.
You know, if you're taking meto the safe house, burns,
you should probablyput a hood on me.
You were vetted. Level three.
Stick your tongue out, please.
Huh?
I said, stickyour tongue out, please.
No, thanks.
In Tibet,it's a traditional greeting
to know if your visitorhas evil thoughts.
Do you have evil thoughts,Mr. Becker?
Yeah, all the time.
- Uh-huh.- Yeah.
In america, we shake hands.
- That's how it works.- Okay.
A firm handshake, but not too firm.I like that.
Sometimes peoplelike to shake too firmly
and try to hide something,and that makes me suspicious.
Mm-hmm. Make you sound paranoid.
Try and be nice, Becker. He's on our side.
No, no, no, it's okay.It's okay.
You say what isin your mind, don't you?
- Yeah.- At least we don't have any communication problem.
- No, we won't have any of that.- Yeah.
- Take a seat, please.- Thank you.
I hear that you wantSoviet communication equipment.
As much as you can supply.
And in exchange?
A Soviet helicopter.
That's what I wanna hear.
And what is in it for you?
What do you mean? Profit.
That's the only reason?
Is there anything else?
Papá y mamá.
My parents.
Sandinistas came in themiddle 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-olddaughter just in front of my wife.
They shot them both in their faceand threw their bodies in a ditch.
I am blamed because I wasn'tthere to protect them.
I'm sorry. I am.
You see, it doesn't matterhow many sandinistas we kill.
It is never enough.
I have 3,000 men
in the mountain of rus rus.
And all they wantis kill sandinistas.
They don't fight for democracyas your government pretends.
They don't even knowwhat that's for.
They just want revenge.
- Hmm.- For the same reason I do.
I know, I understand.
Tomorrow morningyou're gonna go to Honduras
with Brooklynto our refugee camp,
and perhaps you'll trulyunderstand, Mr. Becker.
Too many children herewith their families destroyed.
Why? What happened?
Their fathersand mothers killed.
Hola.
You can sit next to her.
Puedo?
Gracias.
They cut openmy father's stomach
and let him bleeduntil he was dead.
And then told my momwe were free to go.
When we started walking,they shot her in the back.
I ran away.
Then they toldeveryone 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.
Comandante.
Mr. Becker.
Okay. Vamos.
You like rock music?
I'm more of a Willie Nelson guy.
- We'll make you a rock fan.- I doubt it.
Welcome to the jungle!
Hey, who's on drums?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
All right, go ahead.Quick. Let's go. Move.
What the fuck are you doing?
You just killed a doctorand a civilian.
I thought you Americanshated bolsheviks, huh?
You sound like a civilian.I thought you were a soldier.
This is your nurse?Look at your nurse.
Huh?
Perhaps this is your doctor.
They would have killed youthe second you turned away.
So now you seethe war that we fight.
Huh?
And bring me that chopperif you want this equipment.
Jackie Cordoza was thebiggest casino operator in Panama.
I mean that in every damn way.
- Señor Cordoza.- Mr. Becker.
- Nice to finally meet you.- You too, sir.
Becker, you were hired to increasethe take at the casinos nationale.
- Sí.- And the general here expects results.
I'll do the best I can. I will.
Well, please get to knowthe operation.
- But a word of advice, Becker.- Yeah?
- Don't look too deeply.- Understand.
Good. How was your weekend?
- Idyllic, yeah. It was the best.- Good. Excellent.
Let me show you... oh.
Let me give you the grand tour.
The thingabout drug dealers like Enrique
is that they always answer tosomeone with bigger cojones.
And those McNuggetsbelong to the colonel.
Colonel Marcos justines,
the second-most powerful manin 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 plan for this evening?- You know me.
I have plans every night.
Of course.And it always involves chiquillas.
Time to pay Cordoza once again.
El gordo?
Yes, the fat man,as you call him.
Do you feel like gambling?
- Sure.- Good.
He will be at themarriott casino tonight.
Hundred thousand.Make sure you lose it all.
And here is, uh...
Thank you, colonel.
The helicopter deal.
I'll get my usual tasteof that, I presume?
A taste?
You can havethe entire appetizer.
They wired a million down.
And I will get it to youall in cash. All of it.
Excellent.
Tell me something.
Will you torture this Becker theway you do all your customers?
As usual, I will squeezemore money out of him
than he expects to pay.
And we'll both benefitfrom the extra cash, colonel.
Salud, colonel.
It's always a pleasure.
Mr. Becker.
You a narc or a spook?
Narc.
Sit down.
- Do I know you?- You should.
We can help each other out.
What if I don't need any help?
Stark thought you might.
I was told you havea level-three clearance.
You'd be a valuable asset to us.
A lot of money passesthrough those casinos.
I need documentation,and you're in a position to get it for me.
What kind of documentation?
Well, money is beinglaundered in a massive scale
through the casino.
I need the cage reports.
I need to knowwhere the money's going.
Talking about drug money?What are you talking about?
Oh, whatever it is or it isn't,
that's not important to me.
Let the DEA arrest the drug dealers.I thought that was the idea.
We want evidenceincriminating noriega.
The CIA is financingthe opposite ticket.
They're pouring in $50 million.
Isn't that against the rules?
Meddling with anothercountry's election?
My organization is working onthe other side of the equation.
We're building evidenceagainst noriega.
You were sayinghow we can help each other.
Doors will open.
You can get me those reports,
I can arrange for somecash to find its way
into an offshore accountof yours somewhere.
- Tell me another way you can help me.- We have resources.
Some day you will need me.
It seems to weigh just right.
The serial number on the .45 is a code.Memorize it.
If you have a problem, call theoffice, give the respondent the number,
we'll provide youwith assistance.
Cynthia.Now you're being helpful.
Take care of business.
Hello.
Enrique, I looked upyour gaming history.
I gotta be honest.You're a horrible gambler.
- Surely that's not a complaint.- Nah, nah, nah.
I heard your drink of choiceis champagne. Is that right?
- It is.- Yeah?
No champagne is completewithout some chochas.
- Mm.- I have a few waiting for me at the bar.
Wanna join?
Why not? Yeah.
I will show youa good time, Becker.
And about the helicopter deal,we can talk about it later.
How come a guy like youis here alone?
Guess I'm waiting for a woman like you.
Camila. One in a million.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, cowboy.
That oneyou don't wanna mess with.
- She's dangerous.- How so?
She's connectedto the wrong people.
You know, Enrique, you likeliving dangerously, don't you?
- Always.- Yeah.
Makes you feel alive, right?
- Yes, it does.- Yeah.
So, let me live.
I'm Becker. What's your name?
You're drunk.
Hmm. Yeah.
But I ain't fucking blind.
You know, you sureare beautiful.
And you are a handsome man,but you're still drunk.
Yeah, well, that can berectified, you know.
Don't bother.
I'll ruin your life.
It's already ruined.
You are UN poquito loco.
Yeah, that is true.
If you want a sane man,you got Enrique over there.
Now, there you are wrong.
He's definitely not sane.
But at least he's smartenough to not hit on me.
Well, I guessmaybe I'm stupid then.
- Yes, you are.- Yeah.
I like stupid men.
- As long as they are rich.- Oh, shit.
Now we're gettingsomewhere, baby.
Well...
Well what?
Shall we go to bed?
Damn, you are sexy.
Shh.
It's only gonna work outif you don't talk, okay?
Hey, hey, hey. Slow down.
Ready for this one?
Yes! Whoo!
Whoo!
When I win, everybody wins.
And to make this eveningmore interesting...
I'm all in.
- You roll, my dear.- Really?
Yeah.
Excellent.
Whoo! So now that I ran out ofchips, we can go back to the bar.
Huh? You ready for that?
Yes? Come on.
Sex for me helpsto keep my demons away.
- Sex and alcohol.- Mm.
Show me your arm.
Is that one of your demons?
A gang back in Colombia.
Well, you done with all that?
That's why I move 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 purchased by my patrón.
I actually wanted to be sold.
Couldn't wait.
Because... anything was betterthan how I was living.
My father ripped me from home
and just gave me away
in an exchange for twocows and 500 pesos.
That's horrible.
That was a long time ago.Don't worry.
I have learned to surviveby my wits and my body.
My looks are justa commodity to me.
To be bought and sold.
A question for you.
Am I gonna get a bill for this?
I knew you would ask that.
It's my day off.
Shit.
Baby, I could run away with you.You know that?
You don't want to getto know me first?
Shouldn't you get that?
Ready? Yes?
Becker!
I heard you ride motorcycles.Is that true?
A little bit. Yeah.
Well, I'm gonna give you thethrill of your life in the morning.
Since you insist on living dangerously.
All right. See you then.
Whoo!
Hair of the dog, my friend.
Today we test our skills.
I have an obstacle coursecut into the jungle.
Let's see if you cankeep up with me.
I'm not into dirt bikes.I'm more into cruisers.
You Americans and the harleys.
I would fall asleepin one of those.
Real men go off road.
Listen, if you win,you keep this helicopter.
If you don't,I'll sell it to someone else.
Deal?
Drug dealers love thenatural stuff, too... adrenaline.
Never met one who wasn'ta complete fucking nutjob.
Don't feel so badly, señor.
No one has ever lastedas long as you have.
We're gonna begood friends, you and I.
Nope.No, on the right side. Yeah.
- Oh, fuck.- Sorry.
Enrique's an arrogant prick.
Yeah, but that son of a bitchcan ride a dirt bike though.
Hello.
Fucking asshole. Goddamn.
- Dónde está Enrique?- En El cuarto.
Yeah.
Enrique.
- Enrique, hey.- It's only 10:00. Grab one of these beautiful women.
You need to adjustyour fucking business hours.
Would you like one?
- No, no, I'm good.- Glenmorangie.
Eighteen year old.
Single malt.
Mm.
So, what can I do for you?
My understanding is they'reselling the helo to another buyer.
Is that right?
- Yes.- Why?
Because you lostthe motorcycle race, Becker.
Fuck you.
- I'm sorry.- No, no.
We paid you a milliondollars in advance,
and you cashed the fucking wire.
Now, I'd likethe money back, please.
That wasa nonrefundable deposit.
Enrique, I don't dononrefundable.
I'm asking ya nicely, kid.
And they say good mannersdon't cost anything, right?
Okay, look. Let me make itreal fucking simple for you.
You either give me themoney or I'll take it.
Your whores down in thecasino, they got loose lips.
I know you got the money in here,so show me where the fuck it is.
Yeah, he had itin a fucking speaker.
I used to hide playboysin a speaker when I was ten.
- There's your fucking money.- Good.
Good. Now you can goback to your fucking siesta.
I hope you knowwhat you're doing.
We continue the struggle.
- Anything you need, jefe?- No, Pablo.
How's your beautiful family?
Oh, they are muy bien.
I love them so much.
Well, I want you to go home.
I don't need you until tomorrow.All right?
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 thehelicopter for the price we agreed upon.
Why would I play a card for abusiness deal that means nothing?
It's not nothing.
If you don't help me, then I'm just gonnaraise some old-fashioned fucking revenge.
- You hear me?- Oh, my god. Get over it, Becker.
Okay? There'sa shitstorm coming,
and your helicopter dealis just one of its casualties.
Don't do anything stupid.
To defend democracy in Panama,
to combat drug trafficking
and to protect the integrityof the Panama canal treaty.
Many attempts have been madeto resolve this crisis
through diplomacyand negotiation,
to urge general noriegato honor the clear results...
Jesus Christ, what a mess.
I'm gonna take the callin the bedroom, all right?
Wish you would take me in the bedroom.
After this call,I'll take you on the couch.
Promise?
I understand that Carlos and...
- 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 weinvade, the way things are going.
I hope you let me know if they startdropping fucking bombs down here.
Yeah, I'll give youa heads up on that one.
Listen, Becker.The favor you asked of the DEA?
I get it.
But stand down. Enriquewill be dealt with, okay?
Stark, there's good people downhere that need that chopper.
Yeah, I know, I know.
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.
But the best I can do right now isget you a big, fat Christmas bonus
for putting up with thebullshit, all right?
So...
You were saying somethingabout the couch?
I believe we were, yeah.
Yes?
Enrique. Join us.
Santos.
Been worried.
My uncle was attacked.
Nothing to worry about.
He's in good health.
Pure theatrics, mi chiquillo.
A public relations stuntplanned well in advance.
Your tío is now a national hero.
My idea.
Why? I don't understand.
Endara and my uncleare the opposition.
If they come to power,they will not act in your interest.
My friend,
the prudent action on my partis to bet on both outcomes.
Both outcomes?
Okay.
If america invades,endara and your uncle take power.
If they don't, noriega remains.
Either way, I win.
I staged this event with thecooperation of your uncle
and his advisers.
You see, we needblood in the streets
if we want to provokean invasion.
Meanwhile, we needto clean up loose ends.
Cordoza, for once.
He knows too much.
And your American friend,in particular.
I rather like Becker.
Don't get sentimental.
He's tied in with Cordoza.
He works at the casino.
We don't know what he knowsor who he talks to.
You can't trust Americans.
He took my money.
So get rid of himand anyone else close to him
and get my million dollar back.
And just like that,the colonel wanted everyone dead.
Americano. Becker.
The big corporate news networksare reporting
the casualties are lessthan a hundred people,
but that simply isn't true.
There are scores of Panamaniansout there dead,
and there are more desperatelyseeking medical attention.
And the government?
The government have closed down allaccess to the hospitals. All of them.
This is an emergency situation,
and you need to leaveimmediately.
So who can I count on?
Oh, yeah.
- Where are you going?- I need a smoke.
Bring it back to bed, baby.
You're not a human. You're a sex machine.
You say thatlike it's a bad thing.
Let me get a puff ofthat, will ya?
All yours.
Where are you going?
- I'm going to pour us a drink.- Mm.
Camila?
Fuck!
If you don't tell mewho sent you,
I'm gonna fucking kill you.
- Fuck you.- Ingles, no?
Okay.
You know what?
Here's the thing about torture.
It's sometimesthe most effective way.
It's the simplest.
Who fucking sent you?
Enrique! Enrique Rodriguez.
Enrique?
Yeah.
Really?
D-9-1-O-4-0-5.
Hello?
I got a couple bodies at Camila'sapartment. They need to be picked up.
- Which apartment?- What do you mean, what apartment?
She has two. One she lives inand one she entertains in.
Well, I guess I'm inthe one that entertains.
She has another onein punta paitilla.
You want the address?
You look startled.
Thank god you're alive.
It's amazing how you canjust turn it on like that.
I mean it.
Ask me if I set you up.
Okay. Did you?
Yes.
The Colombians,they threatened to kill my family.
It was either you or them, and I willmake the same choice again if I have to.
I'm not buying that story.
I don't have a family, Camila.
What a dumb-ass.
But aren't we all?
Amigo.
Amigos don't tryto kill each other.
Are you mad at me?
I know it wasn't your orders.
Thank you for understanding.
You see, this is just business.
Your country's military will havesecured Panama in a few hours.
And then they will swear inGuillermo endara as president
and my uncle as vice president.
You're uncle's a crook, Enrique.
He's a politician.
I choose the good life.
The booze, cash.
The pussy.
Come here, honey.
See that?
That's a man's morality,my friend.
The only god.
The resurrection and life.
Our refuge and strength.
Tell you something, my friend.Get out of here.
If you wanna live in thedefinition of your morality,
then you're gonna tell mewho tried to fucking kill me.
- Can't do that.- Yeah, no, you're gonna do it.
You wanna die, Enrique?
- We're amigos.- Nah.
You contradicted yourself.
Sometimes amigosdo kill each other.
Colonel justines.
Marcos justines.
Thanks, amigo.
Enrique?
Colonel justines.
I, uh...
I believe I havebad news for you.
Becker's still alive.
He was here.
And somehow he knew that...
He knew that you, uh...
You ordered meto have him killed.
No worries, mi chico.
I'll handle señor Becker.
Come see me.
Let's have coffee.
Señor burns.
Enrique failed.No surprise there.
But it presents an excellentopportunity 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 appreciatethe opportunity, colonel,
but 50/50won't cut it this time.
Okay. You keep the money.All of it.
But remember, you're in Panama.
I'm in chargeof the police and the army.
Are you certain you don'twant some political cover
for this caper of yours?
Standard split after expenses.
We know oneof Becker's weak points.
She's in Panama.
Good. Good then.
After you retrieve my cash,
drive to your finkaoutside David.
I'll send my man therein a couple of days.
Not onlydo they want to kill me,
they want the fuckingmillion dollars back.
- That's why they tore the place apart.- They get it?
No, no, no. I hid it in aplace they'll never find it.
Listen, Panama'sgetting out of hand.
They won't stoplooking for that money.
It's your call. You want to get outof 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.
Camila?
Fuck. Hey.
Honey. Hey.
Oh, fuck.
When your father passed,you were still a baby.
I tried to step in to fillthat void left by your father.
But so oftenI feel I have failed.
No, colonel.
You were always there for me.
I was so proud of you.
I was so proud of youracademic achievement.
Graduating cum laude at Harvard.
Getting your mba.
What happened?
My mother died.It proved that life was like a candle
lit in an empty hallway.
She was a Saint,
and god took her likeshe was cualquier persona.
How did Becker find out itwas me who ordered him killed?
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.
Why, colonel?
I will never talk.
What was in the coffee?
Something to make this go 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 revere this spotin the garden... forever.
Does it make you feelgood to kill a woman?
Hmm?
Señor Becker, I presume.
I'm gonna make youfucking suffer.
Okay.
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.
I'm afraid this is astandoff, don't you think?
We both have weaponspointed at each other.
I think you shouldcalm yourself, señor.
Now... I'm going to make a call.
The person at the other endmay help you understand, okay?
Okay.
It seems killing señor Beckerjust makes him more angry.
He's here, and he hasa gun pointed at me.
Perhaps you should talk to him.
- Put it down.- Sure.
Please.
Who is this?
Everyone you ever careabout seems to die, Becker.
Burns?
Your wife Sarah.
You motherfucker, you.
Camila.
And now tatyana.
What are you talking about?
Becker.
Tatyana?
What's going on?
Tatyana?
But you have a chance, Becker.A chance to save her.
You piece of shit.
We will arrange a trade.
Give me the million dollarsyou stole from me,
and you get her back.
- Yeah.- Alive and in one piece.
The fuck's going on?
- You tell burns to let her go.- Let who go?
Tatyana!
Your sister-in-law.What about her?
Listen to me, John.
He's asking me to givejustines the million dollars
- or he's gonna 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.- He's an untrustworthy motherfucker.
You're gonna need backup.I'm going with ya.
- Last time you were in the field?- A long time ago.
I'm rusty.
You wanna be the baitor the hook?
I suppose it 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.
Drop it. Cool.
Been keeping an eye on us.
Stark will take yousomewhere safe, all right?
I'm glad you're in one piece.Nice to see ya again.
Well,it's nice to be seen again.
You got a sense ofhumor about it. That's good.
You'll survive.
Want some chocolate?
Rumor surfaced thatburns had been double dealing
with the CIA payments,
so their command has been tappinghis phones for the last six months.
Apparently, he's very tightwith justines.
Burns is heading for justines'ranch outside of chiriqui tomorrow.
There's a safe house about500 yards from the ranch.
He's driving,you're flying on a small plane.
One of my guys will pick you up inchiriqui, take you to the finka.
I'll arrange for securityto take the night off.
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 leavethe way he came in.
Wait 20 minutes,then head to the airport.
There'll be another planeready to take you back.
Mr. Burns.
Sit.
I've positioned a chair for you.
You armed?
No, but my driver is.He's in the car.
With your left arm,swing the bag in front of your chair.
Good. Now with your rightleg, push it towards me.
Now, as muchas I'd like to kill you,
I've been orderedto let you go, so go.
Oh, and, Mr. Burns,one last thing.
If I ever see you again,you're dead.
Nice.
- Should we bag justines?- Not our unit.
Your DEA friend has got allthe information you gave her.
She'll give it to Panama.Let them juggle the turds.
Well, shit. Let's go finda bottle of whiskey then.
No, no, no. Not so fast. First yougotta deliver that chopper to muller.
Then it's happy hour.
After I deliver the bird,
I'm going on vacation, John.
Well, good.
Good man.
I have a question for you, John.
Do you believe in redemption?
Hmm.
The question's flawed.
Redemption implies that we'vecommitted some kind of sin
and that there's some kind ofhigher power that can absolve us.
Both notions I reject.
It's importantyou forgive yourself.
I'll see you, brother.
See ya, 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 seenenough killing.
We caught noriegawith his drawers down.
Seized a shit ton of cocaine,cash and crown royal.
Well, the crown royaldidn't make it too far.
And as you see, Beckerfinally got that vacation.
Romantic walks on the beach,all by himself.