The captain tells me the Customs' van stolen at the incinerator
was found in a garage.
And the coke?
Lost.
At least you got the money.
Give them the go-ahead at the motel. We'll deal with the old man.
My son is dead.
I'll never see him again.
I know that pain.
Let me share your grief.
Forgive me.
I know that I've been hard on you lately.
Hard and unfair.
I'm the one who's sorry.
I let my pride come between us.
But let me tell you this.
You can count on me. Always.
I know.
Thank you for your loyalty.
It's my fault.
He should never have come here.
The fault lies only with Saber Djebli.
The one who killed your son.
And I know how to bait that bastard.
With his wife and son.
COME ALONE
I'll go see the kids.
Easy.
The old man contacted him. He's coming.
Let him kill Saber first. Then you get rid of him.
When they're all dead,
I'll call Caracas and explain that Saber Djebli killed the old man.
You can count on me and Juan too.
No one leaves this house alive.
Don't move.
Walk.
On your knees. Down.
What--
Juan, the children!
You too. Almeida deserved the job.
If you hadn't picked your son,
he'd still be alive.
If you're expecting to hear her voice,
I can assure you that won't happen.
And you too.
Soon, you'll no longer talk.
Is the plane at the airfield?
Yes, the old man's crew just loaded the cash onboard.
We must get on that plane. No matter what.
- Okay. - Let's go.
Uncuff me. We have to get out.
It's this car.
We're leaving right now!
Let's go! Let's go!
- Good to go. - All loaded?
Phone's ringing.
Hello.
Where?
Yes, all right.
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