Falcon Rising

Canter, Connelly, Franklin,

Johnson, Kim, Matthews,

Rodriguez, Flanagan, Devany,

Rauls, Rickson, Samuels,

Simmons, Williams.

It's not your week, Johnny.

Nope, not your week.

- (BELL RINGS) - John. How's life?

Same shit, different pile.

Everybody down!

On the ground, now! Get the hell down!

Hands where I can see 'em!

Open the register!

What's the matter, you deaf?

Hey.

I said, "get down."

You know if you shoot me in the stomach, my chances of surviving go up, right?

Let me help you out.

How 'bout 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.

Shoot him!

What? Not your style?

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

First thing I do, severed brainstem, you shit your pants.

You too classy for that. I got it, I got it.

Ah, my favorite.

Classic, but with enough splatter to let 'em know you mean business.

You fuckin' crazy.

Hey, no, no, no. I'm crazy and impatient.

Come on, come on. Come on, come on.

- Come on! - Shoot him!

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

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

Shoot...

You either shoot me, or stop wastin' my time.

Keep the change.

Ha!

Ha! Ha!

I'm not here. Go away.

- Cindy... - Save it.

Did I not call you last week, and tell you I was comin'?

Yeah.

Did I also not email you, just yesterday,

and remind you that I was comin'?

Yeah, a-and...

And?

And...

I got nothin'. Look, Cindy, I-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.

Remember that Jamaican restaurant we went to with that fish?

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?

You know me, always a bridesmaid.

Well, that's not gonna change 'cause you 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 okay?

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.

It 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 treatin' you?

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-that makes it better, but they're still dangerous.

I regret gettin' 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.

Katarina.

We'll never win them over wearing that.

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

Katarina! Katarina!

Cindy.

She's alive. Call an ambulance, now!

- Mornin', boys. - Sir.

- Betty, honey? Coffee please. - (PHONE BEEPS)

(OVER PHONE) Detectives Santo and Bororo from Rio police

are here to see you.

- Uh, okay. Send them in. - 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.

Hello?

What?

When?

What hospital?

I'm on my way.

- (IN PORTUGUESE) Thanks. - 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.

These two go with me.

Hey!

Leave them alone.

They did nothing!

Of course.

They're innocent lambs.

Officer Da Silva.

So glad you could join us.

What?

This is your favela. Your assignment.

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?

Soda.

Mm.

Very useful.

- (SCOFFS) - You're right.

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

We need ice.

Paulo, get some ice.

The department gave your gentle approach a chance.

One half-dead American later...

It's time to do it my way.

You made a lot of progress.

Let's avoid a nasty scene here.

I'll make you a deal.

Your best fighter...

against mine.