Falcon Rising Page #3

The hell you looking at?

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-I don't remember.

Oh, you don't remember?

You know what?

You didn't wash your hands.

That's nasty.

Let me teach you some hygiene.

No!

Remember her now?

- She was just some puta I met.

- Oh, man, that's my sister.

Any better?

Okay.

- Okay.

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

S-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! W-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.

Okay, okay.

Head out of town. Go northwest.

Th-there's a small dirt road

25 kilometers after Volta

Redonda that leads to hacienda.

My client owns the place.

Okay, but if I find out

you're lying to me,

I'm gonna come back and

finish your swimming lesson.

Okay, 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!

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.

My favorite smuggler DJ, Mr. Lima.

Sh*t. These are fake.

It's already got the customs stamp,

but check out the departure date.

Sh*t.

Amen.

Wow, we should check this place out.

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

to work soon anyway.

Sure you don't want me to come in

there and save your ass as usual?

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.

Check out the bar.

Should I tell Hirimoto?

Hirimoto is not to be disturbed.

We can handle it.

We have an unwanted guest.

Sir, this way, please.

- Status update.

- Area 1 secure.

- Area 3 secure.

- Excellent.

- Double check the list.

- Copy that.

Have a seat.

Maria. My sister.

Freeze!

Down! Down!

Down!

Officer requesting backup.

Officer requesting backup.

Location:
favela northwest,

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 positions.

Repeat, hold position.

Okay, 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.

Our price just doubled.

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.

Good.

Your money will be

waiting at the docks.

Officer down. Repeat, officer down.

Requesting medical assistance.

Our unwanted guest is on the loose.

Intruder on the premises.

Sweep the grounds.

I thought I made it clear that

I was not to be disturbed.

I'm sorry, Hirimoto,

but we have a situation...

The American. He's here.

And proving difficult to kill.

He has the manifests.

Clear out the merchandise.

And the guests.

And why don't you pay

a visit to the hospital?

Yes, Hirimoto.

Yes?

The American is causing trouble

at my place of business.

I'll take care of it.

I'm sorry about the manifests.

He-he surprised me.

I-It won't happen again.

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.

Like a middleman.

All units, all units. Disturbance at La

Hacienda Resort. 323 Santiago Street.

Gunshots reported.

Units requested. Use caution.

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.

She was here.

There were children,

there were people...

Look.

Counterfeit shipping manifests.

They're tryin' to smuggle

the children out.

Mr. Chapman, why don't you

give me Mr. Lima's briefcase?

We'll handle it from here.

Thank you.

Da Silva,

take Mr. Chapman to the hotel.

We'll go check out the docks.

Mr. Chapman, Why don't you

give me Mr. Lima's briefcase?

We'll handle it from here.

Go make sure my sister's okay.

Please.

Oh, yeah, I forgot...

Freeze. Police. All that stuff.

- Hello?

- Manny, it's me...

I found the girls,

the missing favela kids.

The Yakuza are shipping

'em off to Japan.

Jesus. All right, where are ya?

At the, dock.

Porto Del Rio. Dock 9.

Dock 9, I know where

that is. I got it.

Listen, get the cops over here.

Tell them, "Do not radio it in."

Thiago's dirty.

All right, wait a second, what are

you gonna do till they get there?

Take in the scenery.

I was afraid of that.

Sh*t.

I think the American is...

Hello? What's going on?

What's going on?

Send everyone. Take him down!

We'll take care of it.

Detective.

Please forgive my skepticism,

but I think I'll join.

You put up a better

fight than your sister.

It's funny...

how things work out.

Right?

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.

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 nothin' 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.

My judgment is near.

Do you still have one round...

in that gun?

Hey.

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.

Hi, coffee? Black, please.

Whiskey neat. Make it a double.

- It's nine in the morning.

- Yeah, you're right.

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