Falcon Rising (2014) - full transcript

(BUBBLING)

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

(METAL JINGLES)

MAN: Canter, Connelly, Franklin,

Johnson, Kim, Matthews,

Rodriguez, Flanagan, Devany,

Rauls, Rickson,

Samuels, Simmons,

Williams.

(MENACING MUSIC)

(MAN BREATHES HEAVILY)



(GASPS)

(CASE SNAPS SHUT)

It's not your week, Johnny.

Nope, not your week.

(ROCK MUSIC)

SONG: ♪ You keep on comin' back
Keep on comin' back

♪ You're sweet, I thought

♪ I'm on the attack
I'm on the attack

♪ I know how you feel

♪ You're here
to dance around

♪ Welcome to my town...

-(DOOR BELL DINGS)
-John. How's life?

Same shit, different pile.

(MUSIC CONTINUES
IN MUTED TONES)



-(DOOR BELL DINGS)
-MAN: Everybody down!

On the ground, now!
Get the hell down!

Hands where I can see 'em!

Open the register!

(ELECTRONIC PIPPING)

What's the matter, you deaf?

THUG: Hey.

I said, "Get down."

(SIGHS)

You know if you shoot me
in the stomach,

my chances of surviving
go up, right?

Let me help you out.

How about a hole in the chest?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
You're right, you're right.

Effective but unsatisfying.
I'll tell you what. Ha!

The brain stem.

(CHUCKLES)

Shoot him!

What? Not your style?

Ah, I know, I know.
You're right, you're right.

First thing I do, severed brain stem,
you shit your pants.

You're too classy for that.
I got it, I got It.

Ah, my favourite -
classic, but with enough splatter

to let 'em know
you mean business.

-You're fuckin' crazy.
-Hey, no, no, no.

I'm crazy and impatient.
Come on, come on. Come on, come on.

Don't make me do this myself.
Send me home!

- I don't...
-Shoot me! Shoot me!

-Shoot.
-(THUG GROANS)

You either shoot me
or stop wasting my time.

(GRUNTS AND WHIMPERS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Keep the change.

(HEAVY ROCK MUSIC)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(EXHALES)

(GRUNTS)

Ha! Ha! Hal!

(SCREAMS MANIACALLY)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

(BANGING)

JOHN: I'm not here. Go away.

(LOCK RATTLES AND DOOR OPENS)

-Cindy.
-Save it.

Did I not call you last week
and tell you I was coming?

Yeah.

Did I also not email you
just yesterday

and remind you
that I was coming?

Yeah, and...

-And?
-And...

I got nothin'.
Look, Cindy, I'm sorry.

I don't know what happened.

I know what happened.

Look, Cindy, I'm sorry

I forgot to pick you up
from the airport.

Well, if you
hadn't have forgotten,

how would I know for sure
that you're my brother?

I'm sorry.

CINDY: Remember
that Jamaican restaurant

we went to with that fish?

JOHN: Oh, yeah.
Coley's, I think it was.

Man, that was so good.

No, no, I had enough to drink
at the wedding.

-How was that?
-CINDY: You know me.

-Always a bridesmaid.
-That's not gonna change.

You're already married
to this darn notebook.

-You startin' to look alike.
-Give me that.

You know my life's in this book.

That's the problem.

-You OK?
-I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Are you taking your medicine?

Let me see that.

Come on.

Mints? Really, John?

Look, look,
my prescription ran out,

and I don't like
takin' those things anyway.

They make my head all swimmy.

Besides, you're always
complainin' about the shit

that comes outta my mouth,
at least now it's minty fresh.

Nice necklace.
Who got you that?

Some jerk brother.

So tell me, how are the, uh,
slums of Brazil treating you?

CINDY: They're fine.
I'm flying back tomorrow.

And favelas aren't slums, John.
There's a lot of culture there.

Oh, cultural slums.

That makes it better,
but they're still dangerous.

I regret getting you involved in this
in the first place.

I'm fine.

-You sure about that?
-Yes.

I'm just tired, you know.
Jet lag.

Take care of yourself, Johnny.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(BRAZILIAN DANCE MUSIC)

-Al6. Como vai?
-Bom dia.

Katarina.

We'll never win them over
wearing that.

I won't win them over,
but I won't keel over.

Katarina! Katarina!

Olhe!

Cindy.

She's alive.
Call an ambulance, now!

Unidade 604. Unidade 604.

Solicitando assisténcia
médica de emergéncia.

Na costa da Favela Desperta.
Unidade 604.

Assisténcia médica.
Costa da Favela Desperta.

-(VOICE FADES)
-(WAVES CRASH)

-Morning, boys.
-Sir.

Betty, honey? Coffee, please.

WOMAN ON SPEAKER:
Detectives Santo and Bororo

from Rio police
are here to see you.

Uh, OK. Send them in.

WOMAN ON SPEAKER: Got it.

-Yeah?
-Good morning, Vice-Consul.

Detective Thiago Santo,
Rio de Janeiro police,

and this is my partner,
Carlo Bororo.

-Please, have a seat.
-Oh, thank you.

So, Detective Thiago,
to what do I owe the pleasure?

Bad news, I'm afraid.
One of yours.

Apparently,
she was doing social work

for an American non-profit
in the favelas.

You know her.

Is she...?

Alive. Barely.

She was found in the favela.

Who the hell would do this?

When you work with animals,
you're bound to get bit.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

What?

When?

What hospital?

I'm on my way.

(DISQUIETING MUSIC)

(ENERGETIC PERCUSSION MUSIC)

Kuka.

You heard about Cindy, yeah?

You don't know anything
about that, do you?

That's what I thought.

You think they all lie.

If the shoe fits
on the other foot.

(GUNFIRE, SIRENS WAIL)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(SIREN APPROACHES)

(TYRES SCREECH TO A HALT,
SIREN STOPS)

Hey!

They did nothing!

(CHUCKLES)

Opa!

The same favela where
an American social worker,

Cindy Chapman, was almost killed
a few days ago?

Do you have any witnesses?
Any suspects?

Any leads at all?

(LAUGHS)

Opa! Soda!

(LAUGHS) Mm.

No, you're right.

It's not gonna work.
The soda is too warm!

We need ice.

The department gave
your gentle approach a chance.

One half-dead American later,

it's time to do it my way.

So you made a lot of progress.

Let's avoid a nasty scene here.

I'll make you a deal.

Your best fighter against mine.

If we win, we live
to fight another day.

But if we win?

(LAUGHS AND SIGHS)

We give you back all your stuff,
we let everyone go...

...and we never come back.

A deal.

Opa!

Opa!

Ooh.

(MAN GROANS)

So...

...we'll come back
as often as necessary

until we get whoever
attacked the American!

And you.

Don't forget whose side
you're on.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Thiago! (GROANS)

I brought the ice!

(LAUGHS)

(AEROPLANE ENGINE DRONES)

(INDISTINCT PA. ANNOUNCEMENT)

MAN: Taxi.

Manny.

John.

Nice suit.

I see you stopped working out.

Good seeing you, pal,
under the circumstances.

Wanna get something to eat?
You hungry?

-No, I wanna go see my sister.
-That's what I figured.

Come on.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

We've put her
into an induced coma,

giving her brain
a chance to recover.

(GUNFIRE AND SHOUTING)

MANNY: John?

John, you OK?

Will she make it?

DOCTOR: I wish I could tell you.

Given the extent of her wounds,

it's a miracle
she made it this far.

Hey, come on in.
John, this is Detective Thiago.

He's in charge
of investigating Cindy's case.

I'm so sorry about your sister,
Mr Chapman.

(SIGHS)

The crime in the favela
is very terrible,

especially recently.

My men and I will do
everything in our power

to find whoever did this.

She was volunteering.
Why would someone attack her?

The favelados see an American,
they see money.

So it was robbery?

Well, she was found without the wallet,
no cash, no jewellery.

So do you have any leads?

We're questioning
several known criminals

from the neighbourhood.

-We'll have something.
-OK, it's been a long day.

Let's get you back
to the hotel for some rest.

No, no no. I wanna go
where Cindy was found.

With all due respect,
Mr Chapman,

the favela isn't exactly
a tourist destination.

Well, I'm not
your regular tourist.

Good, good, good.

Let's, uh...let's go.
Come on, come on, come on.

Thank you, Detective.
We'll see you downstairs.

It's a terrible thing,
all this violence in the favela.

Just a couple of drug dealers
battling each other to...

...to sell more drugs
to more addicts in more areas.

If they think
you're on the wrong side, bang.

Right or wrong.

Your sister is
in God's hands now.

I will pray for her.

In my experience,
all God's good for

is giving people a reason
to kill each other.

Better than killing each other
without a reason, no?

That's for savages.

(BEEPS HORN)

Next generation,
don't be fooled.

THIAGO: Officer Da Silva,

this is John Chapman,
the victim's brother.

He would like to see
the crime scene.

Officer Da Silva is in charge
of the security of the favela.

-(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
-(BANG!)

-THIAGO: Whoa!
-(BANG!)

Mr Chapman, my side-arm, please.

Are you alright?

Jet lag.

I should be heading back.

(SIGHS)

Follow me, Mr Chapman.

Please.

There.

One of the local children
found her just in time.

Not the most secluded place,
is it? Any witnesses?

So far, no.

Yeah, right.

Nobody saw anything?

The favela is a complicated place,
Mr Chapman.

Nothing complicated about a slum
controlled by drug dealers.

KATARINA: Come with me.

(CHILDREN CHATTER)

Look there.

You see that clinic?
It treats 250 people a day.

Who do you think pays for that?

I don't know, the government?

The government forgot about
this place a long time ago.

Day care, doctors, teachers.

Drug money pays for all of it.

The drug dealers take care
of the people here,

and in exchange, the people
protect the drug dealers.

Aren't drug dealers
just wonderful?

The world is rarely white and black,
Mr Chapman,

especially here in the favela.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

-Everything OK?
-Oh, yes.

Time for her medication.

(SIGHS)

(MACHINE BEEPS FASTER)

JOHN: Nurse!

Nurse. Come back...

Something's wrong.
It's my sister, she's convulsing.

How long has she been like this?

Since right after the nurse
put meds in her IV.

You saw someone inject her IV?

Yeah, it was a nurse.
She was Asian.

-Who disconnected this?
-No, I-| didn't do that.

It was like that
when I came here.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

-Get the IV going.
-NURSE: Lorazepam going.

-B.P. dropping.
-DOCTOR: Get the paddles, stat!

-NURSE: We're losing her!
-(SIREN WAILS)

-MANNY: You sure?
-DOCTOR: I'm sure.

There are no Asian nurses
on our staff.

MANNY: I'll talk to him.

So what'd they find out?
Who was she?

Johnny, they said there's
no Asian nurses on the staff.

You sure you saw her?

We'll get to the bottom of this.

No, that's not good enough.

We need a guard here
to make sure she's safe.

I'll have someone here
as of tomorrow.

-Goodnight, gentlemen.
-Goodnight.

-Alright. Catch you tomorrow.
-Yeah.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(MEN CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

Excuse me. Excuse me!

Excuse me. Excuse me,
do you speak English?

Excuse me.

Do you know this woman?
Have you...

Where'd you get that necklace?

Necklace. Where did you get
the necklace?

(GROANS)

(KUKA GROANS)

Where did you get the necklace?

Where...did you get...
the necklace?

Stop! Let him go!

He's wearing Cindy's necklace.

Now!

What the hell are you doing?

He's got on Cindy's necklace.

This is Kuka.

Cindy used to work
with his sister

and she was killed
a few days ago.

Cindy gave him
the necklace as a gift.

KUKA: Maria. My sister.

I'm sorry.

My condolences.

(SPEAKS PORTUGUESE)

He says he wants to show you
something that he has. Let's go.

I'm sorry.

(SPEAKS PORTUGUESE)

The pages were already torn out
when he found it.

This is definitely Cindy's.

Practically her whole life
was in this thing.

-Oh.
-No, no, no. You keep it.

She wanted you to have it.
It's the least I can do.

Thank you.

So, what happened
to Kuka's sister?

We don't know.

Her body hasn't been found.

There have been a string

of similar occurrences
all over town.

All favela kids.

Child prostitutes, mostly.

So, if you haven't found
the bodies,

how do you know they're dead?

Around here,
when prostitutes disappear,

there's only two places
they end up -

the ocean or the dump.

What?

(WOMEN CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

Opa. Tarado.

(HORN BEEPS)

Opa, opa, opa.

(ENGINE REVS)

-How much?
-35.

-Anal?
-50.

Venha aqui.

Filho de puta.

So, you like little girls, eh?

(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC)

Obrigado.

Cindy's last appointment.

(KEYPAD PIPS)

(OTHER PHONE RINGS)

MAN: Hola. Bruno.

Hello, Bruno. Hi.
This is John Chapman.

I believe you know my sister,
Cindy Chapman?

BRUNO: Uh, OK?

Hey, uh, listen,
I-I need to...

...meet with you
as soon as possible.

Hello? You there?

BRUNO: Oh, OK. OK, um...

Not at night.

My photo studio's
on Via Colina.

Meet me in the cafe outside,
tomorrow at, uh, 7am.

There'll be plenty
of people there.

OK, got it. See you there.

Thank you.

(TENSE MUSIC)

BRUNO: Oh, man.

I've been so freaked out
since I've heard about Cindy.

She's a great girl.

I'm sorry.

-How do you know Cindy?
-I'm a photographer.

She convinced me to take photos
of the favela,

you know, poor kids, but they
can use them to raise money.

Is that why Cindy got hurt?

No.

Have you heard about
the.. kid whores disappearing?

You mean the children
from the favela? Yes.

Yeah, yeah.
Everyone thinks they're dead.

But your sister was convinced
that there's something going on.

More than meets the eye.

So she started doing
her own investigation.

Used her contacts
in the favela, you know,

the charities, even the policia.

Last week, Cindy called...

Cindy calls me excited,
gives me a place and a time.

She had arranged a meeting
with someone

that could blow
this whole thing wide open.

Your sister had me hide

and take the pictures
of the meeting.

So, what did she find out?

She didn't tell me.

And I didn't come to find out.
I just take photos, you know?

-Did you go to the police?
-(LAUGHS)

Listen to me, man.

I really like your sister,
she is a good soul,

but whosever toes
she stepped on

doesn't have a problem
putting people in the ground.

So, I talk to you,
but now I'm done. OK?

So, where are the photos?

I-I gave them to Cindy,
the originals.

-Can I have the copies?
-No.

They're my insurance.

OK, well, thanks for your time.

No problema.

JOHN: Hey, listen, man,

I appreciate the fact
that Cindy had friends

like you in her corner.

You understand?
Means a lot to me.

OK.

Thank you.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(PEOPLE SCREAM AND YELL)

(EXPLOSIONS AND GUNFIRE)

(BREATHES RAPIDLY)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(GUNFIRE)

Ohh!

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

MAN: Go, go, go, go!

(GRUNTS)

Ugh!

Ooh!

(TYRES SQUEAL)

MANNY: Well, that must be
the guy she was meeting.

JOHN: Yeah, looks like
a model citizen.

I'll print 'em out for you,
but it doesn't give you much.

Tats - the guys who shot at me

had these elaborate tattoos,
full sleeves,

you know, like
the Asian gangster movies.

Yakuza?

-Yeah, but here?
-Well, don't write 'em off.

Brazil has the largest Japanese
population outside of Japan

and Yakuza, they lie low,

but they've been here
since the '70s

and they have
no problem partnering up

with local gangs
that will service their needs.

Hey, stop. Back up.

Right there.

Now zoom in.

Right there. Stop.
Go to the right.

What's that say? 'Ronos'?

'Kronos'.
Oh, that's a local nightclub.

I know where that is.

Wait a second.
I'll take you there.

No, no, no. I cannot
get you mixed up in all this.

You've pulled my ass
out of the fire more than once.

Least I can do
is be your chauffeur.

Besides, with someone
watching you

shit will stop
blowing up in this city.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

(PEOPLE CHATTER AND LAUGH)

VIP only.

Tres, quatro, cinco...

(DOOR OPENS)

(HUFFS)

I can...

What the hell you looking at?

Oh!

Ugh! (WHIMPERS)

Do you know her?

No.

I know you know her
and I know you met her.

Make it easier on yourself
and tell me why.

I don't remember.

Oh, you don't remember, huh?

-You know what?
-Oh!

You didn't wash your hands.

That's nasty.
Let me teach you some hygiene.

No! (GURGLES)

-(GASPS)
-Remember her now?

She was just some puta I met.

Oh, man, that's my sister.

(MOANS)

-(GASPS AND COUGHS)
-Can you do better?

(CURSES IN PORTUGUESE)

-OK.
-(GROANS)

(MOANS)

(GASPS)

-OK.
-No! Wait! I'll tell you!

I'll tell you.

Some big-mouthed favelado

told her about my services.

What services?

-Import/export.
-Smuggling.

She started following me.

She saw me make an arrangement
with one of my clients

and confronted me about it.

She shouldn't have done that.

No! Wait!
I didn't do anything to her!

I didn't touch her.
I didn't have to.

My client had people
there watching.

They saw everything -
her, the guy in the car, everything.

Who's your client?

Hey, man, the pool's still open.

OK, OK, OK.

Head out of town
going north-west.

There's a small dirt road
25 kilometres after Volta Redonda

that leads to La Hacienda.

My client owns the place.

OK, but if I find out
you're lying to me

I'm gonna come back
and finish your swimming lesson.

Oh! (COUGHS)

(MAN MUTTERS IN PORTUGUESE)

THIAGO: OK, ladies!

Today we take back the favela.

An American social worker

went there trying
to do good things

and thanks to the animals

she's in the hospital
fighting for her life.

It's a shame that's what it took
to get our bosses' attention.

But no matter.

Your targets are the pillars

of the drug trade,
the sex trade, the murder.

Take them down
and this whole mess falls apart.

We're doing God's work.

So no shame,

no guilt, no pity.

Just put them in the ground!

So let's go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

MANNY: Give me all the intel you have
on this Hacienda place.

We're on our way there now.
Just tell 'em to make it fast.

What do you got?

Looks like just
shipping manifests.

Let me see.

Ah, my favourite smuggler DJ,
Mr Lima.

Oh, shit. These are fake.

It's already got
the customs stamp,

but check out
the departure date.

Shit.

THIAGO:

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

THIAGO:

Wow. Check this place out.

MANNY: Oh, I'm sure it's all totally legit.
What's the plan?

I go in. You go back home.

Besides, you need to be
at work soon anyway.

Sure you don't want me to come in
and save your ass as usual?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

(EASYGOING MUSIC PLAYS)

(PEOPLE CHATTER AND LAUGH)

Welcome. What's your pleasure?

I don't know.
It's my first time here.

Lucky you. Please take a seat
and we'll be with you shortly.

-(SPEED DIAL BEEPS)
-(RINGING TONE)

(PHONE RINGS)

(MACHINE WHIRRS)

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(MAN ON PHONE
SPEAKS JAPANESE)

Sir, this way, please.

Ohh!

Have a seat.

(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY
IN DISTANCE)

KUKA: Maria. My sister.

(GRUNTS)

-(CRUNCHING)
“MAN: Ohh!

(DOORS CREAK)

MAN: Oi.

(MEN SPEAK QUIETLY IN JAPANESE)

Vamos, vamos!

Freeze!

Get down! Down!

Down!

Officer requesting backup.

ON RADIO:
Officer requesting backup.

Location -
favela north-west, cul-de-sac.

Asian man, mid- to late-30s
in custody.

Suspect is not on list.

Copy. Santo and Bororo
on the way.

All other units, hold position.

Repeat, hold position.

OK, what's going on?

Sir, I saw suspicious activity.

Upon pursuit,
I found these two men

loading children
into the van at gunpoint.

I disarmed them and radioed in.

Good job.

Is this gun registered?

Good.

Good.

(MOUTHS)

Our price just doubled.

(PHONE RINGS)

What's going on here?
Where are the manifests?

The plan's changed.
Did you take care of our loose ends?

The American girl? Everyone
she could have talked to is dead.

WOMAN: Good. Your money
will be waiting at the docks.

(SIGHS)

(EASYGOING MUSIC PLAYS)

(MAN ON RADIO SPEAKS JAPANESE)

(PEOPLE MURMUR)

(PHONE RINGS)

(SPEAKS IN JAPANESE)

WOMAN:

-(SPEED DIAL BEEPS)
-(RINGING TONE)

(PHONE RINGS)

(SIGHS)

Yes.

HIRIMOTO: The American
is causing trouble

at my place of business.

I'll take care of it.

(STAMMERS) I'm sorry
about the manifests.

He...he surprised me.
It won't happen again.

HIRIMOTO: Mr Lima.

I don't care for guns.

Moving parts,

different materials.

So...dirty.

Now, this...

...is Tamahagane.

Jewel steel.

Pure.

It can cut through anything...

-(SQUELCHING)
-Oh!

...like a middleman.

(ALL GRUNT AND YELL)

(MAN ON RADIO
SPEAKS IN PORTUGUESE)

(RESPONDS IN PORTUGUESE)

(TRIGGER CLICKS)

Hah!

-Arggh!
-(GRUNTS)

Ohh!

Arggh!

THIAGO: Policia! Maos no ar!

Mr Chapman.
What are you doing here?

These are the men
who attacked Cindy.

Which ones? All of them?

They had something
to do with it.

Katarina!
Maria - Kuka's sister - she's here.

I saw her. She's downstairs.

What's going on?

I'll show you. Follow me.

JOHN: She was here.

There were children,
there were people...

Look.

Counterfeit shipping manifests.

They're trying
to smuggle the children out.

Mr Chapman, why don't you
give me Mr Lima's briefcase?

We'll handle it from here.

(BRIEFCASE THUDS, LOCKS CLICK)

Thank you.

Da Silva, take Mr Chapman
to the hotel.

We'll go check out the docks.

THIAGO: Mr Chapman,
why don't you

give me Mr Lima's briefcase?

We'll handle it from here.

Go make sure my sister's OK.

Please.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(GUNSHOT)

Oh!

Oh, yeah, I forgot.

"Freeze. Police."
All that stuff.

(MEN SPEAK JAPANESE)

(GRUNTS)

(PHONE RINGS)

-Hello.
-JOHN: Manny, it's me.

I found the girls,
the missing favela kids.

The Yakuza are
shipping them off to Japan.

Jesus. Alright, where are you?

At the dock -
Porto Do Rio, Dock 9.

MANNY: Dock 9.
I know where that is. I got it.

Listen, get the cops here.
Tell them, "Do not radio it in."

Thiago's dirty.

Wait a second. What are you
gonna do till they get there?

Take in the scenery.

I was afraid of that.

Shit.

MAN ON RADIO: Ugh...!

(YELLING AND GUNFIRE
IN DISTANCE)

We'll take care of it.

Detective.

Please forgive my scepticism,

but I think I'll join.

Oh! (GROANS)

Ohh!

BOTH: Ugh!

(MEN GRUNT)

Oh! Arggh! Ugh!

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Arggh!

Man! Ohh!

(BOTH GRUNT)

Ugh!

Oh, hyah!

(SQUELCH)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

Ohh...

Ugh!

(GRUNTS)

-Oh!
-Hyah!

You put up a better fight
than your sister.

Ohh!

(BOTH GRUNT)

Hyah!

-(CRUNCH)
-Oh!

Ugh!

THIAGO: It's funny...

...how things work out, right?

(GROANS)

In my locker at the station

there is a...

...a list of people,

everyone Hirimoto's
got on the take -

the police, the courts,
the government.

Give it to Katarina.
She will make it right.

(GROANS)

I was the first in my family
to reach 45.

Most of my family
still live in the favela.

And I was going to get us out.

But...

...such is the will of God.

God has nothing to do with this.

You made your own choices.

I didn't attack your sister,
I swear.

I may be a sinner,
but not a savage.

Hyah!

Oh!

My judgement is near.

Do you still have one round
in that gun?

(GUNSHOT)

(SIRENS BLARE IN DISTANCE)

(GENTLE SOMBRE MUSIC)

-Hey.
-(DOOR OPENS)

She's just exhausted.

Even the tiniest effort
is monumental for her right now.

How long till
she's back on her feet?

Well, Mr Chapman,

there's something
you need to understand.

The injuries your sister suffered
were very extensive,

including severe head trauma.

It's going to be
a long, slow process

for her to get back
to functioning by herself.

We're talking about
a matter of years.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hi. Uh, coffee.
Black, please.

Whiskey - neat.
Make it a double.

It's 9:00 in the morning.

Yeah, you're right.
Excuse me. Make that a single.

Nice.

Look, John.

You saved dozens of kids
from hell.

Manny, I...

It's funny - I thought I'd feel better
once I got these guys,

but seeing Cindy like that
today, man...

Stop, stop. You...
you can't think like that.

You're gonna destroy yourself.

So how about Uncle Manny

gives you something else
to destroy?

See, me and
some of the higher-ups

at the State Department
are always thinking,

"Man, wouldn't it be nice
to have someone

"to get the job done
when no-one else can?"

-Isn't that what the CIA is for?
-Come on. Their plate's full.

Between China
and the Middle East,

trying to run anything
through that bureaucracy?

Forget about it.

Thank you.

What I'm thinking about
is something

a little less official.

I don't know, man.
My head's still messed up.

But there is also one other
thing you have to consider -

Cindy's condition.

Those medical bills are gonna
pile up for years to come.

-What are you getting at?
-Come on, man.

She doesn't have any insurance.

I've been running those bills
through the embassy.

How long you think
that's gonna last?

However, if she were a dependent
of a government agent,

well, that's a whole
different ball game.

So you're saying
if I take the job

you'll make sure
Cindy's taken care of?

Mm-hm.

-But what if I don't?
-There's only so much I can do.

When do I start?

You already did.

It's your old call sign.