ExPatriot Page #3

Hmm.

I'm sorry. It's just...

You're doing it again.

It's not like that.

I'm with you.

Same team. Right?

Where did you go last night?

- Was it to see him?

- Uh, no, of course not.

Then who?

Talk to me, trust me for once.

I do.

I'm with you. I promise.

- I love the color so much.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- It's too white.

- Easy. Tranquila.

- Hey, hey.

Mm, hmm. Shh, shh, shh.

You hungry?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Unh-unh. Unh-unh.

Gracias.

I haven't been horse riding

since I was a kid, you know?

Really?

You showed little rust.

Now, no more.

Thank you for this weekend.

It's my pleasure. It's been fun.

It has.

Even Carlito

is warming up to you.

Let's not jump the gun.

Carlito was a big man

in the police, Riley.

A big man.

I'm ashamed to say...

I was not so successful.

There was too much

brutality in that job.

If you couldn't do it...

Your comrades

beat those skills into you.

Hmm.

But no matter

how much I tried...

I could not do it.

I don't think that's anything

to be ashamed of.

It is in Cuba.

I am here because Carlito

gave up everything

to rescue me from that hell.

My brother saved me

before the job could change me.

But he served for much longer.

And it changed him.

Did you ever have a dog?

Yes, I did.

I had one when I was a kid.

Carlito is like a pit bull

bred for the cages.

Beaten.

Taught only to kill.

I was lucky.

But god never sent

Carlito a brother

strong enough to save him.

I wonder sometimes

if he can tell the difference

between right and wrong.

We all struggle... with that

I think.

- To new beginnings.

- To new beginnings.

To new beginnings.

He believes god protects him.

The scars?

Cuban education.

I'm sorry,

I just saw the light on.

It's okay.

Is there anything you need?

No, I'm fine.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Mona.

Yes, sir, I know.

I was wrong before.

You...

You're a very brave girl.

Thanks.

So, with the patron

did you have to go

more and more undercover?

Hm.

Yes, sir, we'll make it happen.

Director says

we're going tomorrow.

What?

It's too soon.

He already had her

for a sleepover. It's time.

You're going to be fine.

This stays in today, Ry.

I don't want you going dark

on me for even a second.

- Clear?

- Clear.

Good, 'cause it's my last one.

I love you. And everything's

going to work out.

I promise.

Now,

let's go through this again.

Step one, get the Ruizs

out of the building.

I've got more information

on bill.

Can you meet me at the hacienda?

We can be there in 20 minutes.

Pascal will have eyes on

Fernando throughout the op.

If he moves,

we'll know about it.

Riley will gain entrance

through his office.

I will run the show from our

mobile unit across the street.

His personal computer

is the only portal

set up for major transfers.

So this is our window

to move the money

into the CIA's offshore account.

Then, we process the evidence

and first thing tomorrow,

the cnp is kicking down

Ruiz's front door.

With pleasure.

Then, we go home.

- Buenos Dias.

- Buenos Dias, Ms. Evans.

Senor Ruiz asked me to upload

some new security.

Okay, let me just call him.

- Please, go right ahead.

- Gracias.

Fernando's still at home.

How is the transfer going?

Already moved about 60 million

from more accounts

than I thought.

Keep at it. Plenty of time.

Bill, there's more here.

I've got evidence connecting

Fernando to Medellin bank

he and Carlito burned down.

We are here

for the gambling money.

That's all the CIA cares about.

I'm talking about murder,

bill. Human lives.

Damn it, Riley.

For once, stick to the plan.

I can get both.

Your pardon is for helpin' us

seize the money, that is it.

Riley.

Bill, Carlito's leaving.

Stay calm,

we have a bit of a problem.

Car's on the move.

Where? Moving where?

He's going to the bank.

If she need more time, we need

to do something right now.

Looks like he's headed back

to the bank.

Maybe, seven minutes out.

Take control of the on board

computer. Shut it down.

Okay, Hermano, let's see

how you drive with no engine.

He stopped.

Stabbed him cold, babe.

Scratch that.

Pascal, do you have him?

Bill.

Bill, he's stealing other car.

What's happening?

Carlito's on his way

to the bank.

- Just Carlito?

- Yeah, and he's on to us.

Make the transfer and get gone.

- Riley?

- Almost there.

Just get the money and go.

He's in the building.

Get out, get out now.

Done.

I'm headed down the stairs.

Bill, I'm on the way down.

I can buy you some time,

but you need to get the hell

out of there.

Move!

Bill, I made it outside.

Where are you?

Bill? Bill?

I trusted you, Riley.

I know about Medellin.

Bill? Bill, where are you?

Bill, can you see me?

I'm outside. Where are you?

Where is she? Where is she?

Where is she?

Where is she?

I got it, bill.

All the money. I got it.

Whoo!

Carlito? Carlito?

Whoo!

You did great.

We all did.

Riley, you really deserve this.

Time to go home.

Oh!

You traitor!

You actually thought you could

be forgiven for what you did?

The CIA's never even heard

a Fernando Ruiz

and they certainly don't

give a sh*t about you!

You feel bad?

For all those people

on that bus?

I loved you.

What about me?

What about our kids?

You ran away.

I've lived with your mistake

every single day.

Do you know what it's like

to be f***ing the enemy?

My name is Riley Connors.

My name is Riley Connors.

It was...

It was more than we talk about.

I told you it was about money.

Not about messing

after your girlfriend.

Just stay here.

I handle this.

He's a cop, man. He's a cop.

You'll handle it? Huh?

Riley!

What are you f***ing doing?

We have to go!

Come on.

- Come on.

- No, I can't.

- Uhh...

- Sit.

Riley, look at me. Look at me.

Uh-huh.

You okay?

Sh*t!

Let me get you home. Come on.

Hey. Easy.

You'll break the stitches.

When did you transfer

to med school?

None of your peace rally

ends peacefully.

Did Estelle make you follow me?

Estelle didn't make me

do anything.

I wanted to.

Even if that meant

taking on the CIA.

I don't think it was them.

Ahh...

I think it was just bill,

on his own, after the money.

Hey, easy.

Sh*t.

You need a new bandage.

Yeah. Uh...

That's my thesis.

"The tortured hero?"

Yeah, you're alright.

Mmm.

Hey.

You don't get to choose

when to tell the truth.

You are a hero.

Heroes don't exist.

Just martyrs. Ohh...

Aah!

Hey. Let me change it.

Aa-ah! Ahh!

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe.

Ooh.

Hold on, hold on.

Come on, drama queen.

Easy. Breathe.

Estelle ever tell you

we're not Columbian?

No.

My family was from Argentina.

Like you.

My parents were called traitors

for standing up to the huelga.

Ann then the police came,

took 'em away

and... we never saw our father

or mother again.

I don't even remember them.

They were called Desaparecidos.

Disappeared ones.

Loaded on to aircrafts

and flown over the Atlantic.

Death flights, they called them.

I'm still alive.

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