Burn Notice: The Fall of Sam Axe Page #4

Okay. Real quick.

The warning label says "keep away"-

Yeah. That's right. We're building a bomb.

So you do the opposite

of what the warning label says.

- Hey, how we doing out here?

- My God, she ran off and she won't stop crying.

Hey, hey, sister. Easy now.

I'm not an expert here, but I don't think

that's how you get a kid to stop crying.

Claudia.

Rpldo, por favor.

Easy peasy.

Let's get the hell out of here.

- You set up everything like I told you?

- Yes, yes. Yes, I did.

I set my tank by the support beam

at the front just like you said.

You sure you got it right?

We can only push this button once.

No, I'm not sure. How am I supposed

to know if I got it right?

Okay, people,

the second I hit this, that thing goes.

We gotta be on the move. It's the smoke

and the fire that's gonna cover our escape.

Okay. Here goes nothing.

I didn't mean it that way. New plan.

- A new plan?

- I gotta trigger it manually.

Manually?

No, no, no, no, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

- Stay in the truck!

- No. Maybe I can fix it.

Maybe I can-

I guess you fixed it.

- What the hell did you do?

- I maximized the pressure.

- Because you told me to maximize the pressure.

- Yeah, I know.

I just didn't know you were gonna

do it so well. You got talent.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

We're safe then.

Oh, no. We're a long way from safe.

Sorry to keep you guys waiting.

Sir, do you know that they locked me

in my room last night?

So I gotta say this is starting to feel less

and less like an informal conversation.

Still just an inquiry, Commander.

Although after yesterday's testimony,

I wouldn't make any travel plans.

Thanks for the heads-up.

Now, amidst all the tales

of your heroics...

we seem to have lost sight

of your initial mission...

which is gathering intel on a terrorist

organization known as Espada Ardiente.

Right.

I was just getting to that actually.

So after the unfortunate

sacrifice of the clinic...

we all regrouped a few miles up the road.

Well, they're not after us just yet.

I'm guessing that by the time

they sort things out...

we're gonna have about an hour head start.

An hour?

All of that back there bought us an hour?

- Is that supposed to be good news?

- I don't know what to tell you.

It's better than a minute,

worse than a day.

So in the meantime, we gotta get

these folks someplace we can hide.

Closest town is Santa Rosa.

Yes. Yes.

Santa Rosa. There's a clinic there.

Yeah, unfortunately, we can't go

to the nearest town that has a clinic.

It's the first place they're gonna be looking

for a bunch of sick people.

But they need medical attention.

Why don't we just drop 'em off?

Well, you might as well hand 'em over

to Veracruz and save on gas.

- Where else can we go?

- No place else.

All the other so-called villages are

just a bunch of houses and a church.

I know a place.

A camp, nearby.

A camp. Whose camp?

Espada Ardiente.

Oh. Okay.

Do you remember back

when you were just a hungry teenager...

who couldn't speak English?

You said you never even heard

of the Espada Ardiente.

I lied.

They can help us.

They can hide the sick ones.

You know what?

I don't think we have any other choice.

Looks like we're going

with Little Miss Terrorist here.

Just to clarify, Commander,

you decided to join the group...

that you were sent

to Colombia to investigate?

Well, "joining" is kind

of a strong word, sir.

I mean, we were in trouble...

and there were not

a lot of options in the area.

All right. And this Beatriz you mention,

I have no record of her.

Well, that's not surprising.

She's a kid.

She's a kid who led you

to a suspected terrorist camp.

What do you want me to say?

She's a mystery to me too.

This kid-

Well, sir,

you would understand if you met her.

Okay, so, um...

why am I the only one wearing a blindfold?

'Cause I don't trust you.

You're a soldier.

Oh, that's why.

Do your parents know that you hang out

with the Espada Ardiente?

- Don't talk about my parents.

- Okay. Hey.

Easy.

What I'm trying to say is this.

Most girls your age are into, you know,

makeup and stuff, malls.

Do you see any shopping malls around here?

No. You blindfolded me, remember?

There are none. So no more questions.

Okay, look, I'm not trying to pry.

I'm just curious

how you hooked up with these guys.

They're my friends.

Okay. So, how much longer

till we get to your friends?

I gotta get my hands on their

communications equipment and call in.

Uncover your eyes. We're here.

You gotta be kidding me.

This? This is the Espada Ardiente?

- Yes. Is there a problem?

- What? This is, like, 12 guys.

I was hoping for some kind of army or

something to keep us from getting massacred.

- Espada Ardiente- - What does that mean

anyway? "Flaming something" or other?

"Sword. " You don't understand.

Ardlente means "fearless," "passionate. "

- We burn to defeat our enemies.

- Okay, I got it. A flaming sword.

So what if we're small?

We can fight just as hard as anyone.

I hate to cut your speech short,

sweetheart.

But you know what?

The size of your army matters.

Okay? It matters a lot.

You're not gonna win a war

with a flock of sheep.

It's all about firepower.

Do these guys have any equipment?

Most of our men have hunting rifles.

Ammunition is low, but-

You're not making me

feel any better here, kid.

- What about experience?

- Some of them were in the army.

- And our best fighter is Luis.

- Oh, the big guy there?

No, the one next to him.

Wonderful.

These guys took out a truck full of

paramilitary troops? How do you figure that?

Luis shot the tires out of the truck

and it went down the hill.

- They killed his goats.

- His-

His goats? You're serious?

Your best fighter's a goatherder?

Goatherders? Really?

Hola.

Ben.

Oh, no.

Is her cough back? Let me see.

Okay, so, I did a little recon...

gathered a little intel.

First thing, you really shouldn't

call them filthy goatherders.

I didn't call 'em filthy.

And the only reason

I called the one guy goatherder...

is 'cause he has goats and he herds them.

Yeah. They're farmers.

Anyway, it seems their land is valuable as

some sort of drug transport to the coast.

So someone paid off Veracruz

to force them out.

They fought back,

got lucky a few times and-

- Veracruz thought they were bigger than they actually were.

- Pretty much.

Okay, listen. Guys, she's got malaria.

Okay? And without the right medicine,

she could die soon.

Look, I'm tap-dancing

as fast as I can here.

- I'm just trying to keep everybody breathing.

- Me too, man.

Me too.

The men want to know

why your pants are blue.

The jungle is green.

Please tell the men

that I don't wanna talk about it.

And what's with Beatriz?

She seems to have, uh, anger issues.

It's kind of par for the course when you

see your father shot in front of you.

She wandered into

the Espada Ardiente camp the next day...

and they took her in.

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