Falcon Rising Page #2

to kill each other.

Better than killing each

other without a reason, no?

That's for savages.

Next generation, don't be fooled.

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.

Whoa!

Mr. Chapman,

my sidearm, please.

Are you alright?

Jet lag.

I should be heading back.

Make sure he doesn't

cause any trouble.

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.

Come with me.

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.

- Everything okay?

- Oh, yes.

Time for her medication.

Nurse!

Nurse.

Come back...

Something's wrong.

It's my sister, she's convulsing.

I need a 100 cc bag of norepinephrine

and Dr. Cristo in ICU 3, stat!

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-I didn't do that.

I-It was like that when I came here.

Get the IV going.

Lorazepam going. B.P. dropping!

- Get the paddles, stat!

- We're losing her!

- You sure?

- I'm sure.

There are no Asian

nurses on our staff.

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 at all

times to make sure she's safe.

I'll have someone

here as of tomorrow.

- Goodnight, gentlemen.

- Goodnight.

- Catch you tomorrow.

- Yeah.

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?

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.

Cindy's brother.

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.

Maria.

My sister.

I'm sorry.

My condolences.

He says he wants to show

you something that he has.

Let's go.

I'm sorry.

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?

You done with your recon?

I'm starving.

I could even eat your mother's

fat p*ssy, that's how hungry I am.

That would be nice.

She needs to go out more.

Don't think on having sex though.

She doesn't screw

guys with small d*cks.

And here's the scum of the earth.

- How much?

- 35.

- Anal?

- 50.

Don't move. Stay right there.

Stay!

So, you like little girls?

Come here.

For you. So you don't get in trouble.

Next time, I'll arrest you.

Time's up.

Feel free to come back, a**hole.

Obrigado.

Cindy's last appointment.

Hola, Bruno.

H-hello, Bruno. Hi.

This is John Chapman.

I believe you know my sister,

Cindy Chapman?

O-okay?

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

meet with you as soon as possible.

Hello?

You there?

Oh-okay. Okay...

Not at night.

My photo studio's on Via Colina.

Meet me in the cafe outside,

tomorrow at, 7 AM.

There'll be plenty of people there.

Okay, got it.

See you there.

Thank you.

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 polcia.

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.

A-and I didn't come to find out.

I just take photos, you know?

Did you go to the police?

Listen to me, man.

I really like your sister,

she is a good soul,

but whosoever toes she stepped on,

doesn't have a problem putting

people in the ground.

So, I-I-I talk to you,

but now, I'm done. 'Kay?

So, where are the photos?

I-I gave them to Cindy,

the originals.

Can I have the copies?

No.

They're my insurance.

Okay, well, thanks for your time.

No problema.

Hey. Listen, man,

I appreciate the fact that Cindy

had friends like you in her corner.

You understand?

Means a lot to me.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

Well, that must be the

guy she was meeting.

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.

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.

Look, 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,

sh*t will stop blowing

up in this city.

VIP only.

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