Colombiana Page #3

- Oh, I shouldn't drink.

- No, you shouldn't.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

Yeah, you can tell that to the Judge

in ten days' time, at your hearing.

What's going on down there?

Nothing. You can sign this form,

and then you can go.

- Really?

- Yeah, really,

but I'm quite sure

the judge will send you back here.

- I'd probably deserve it.

- Oh, you're just lucky no one got hurt.

Okay, now, back up.

You're gonna have to lock it down.

Hey, it was after the fact,

I didn't think anybody would...

You gotta do it, okay?

Nobody in, nobody out, please.

You heard that man. Lock it down.

Nobody in or nobody out.

I wanna see paper, on everybody in

and outta this station in the last 24 hours.

And I want the tapes.

From all the security cameras.

All of them.

- It's all okay?

- We're good.

- When you're back?

- The day after tomorrow.

Look, I have something for you.

Give me a day.

Okay.

We can't wait to see you back.

- Give mama a kiss for me.

- I will.

Twenty-two murders in the last four years

all with the same MO.

I think I'm right,

he is sending a message...

but I'm beginning to believe

it's not meant for us.

Well, we're the only ones

with that information.

Well, we're not getting anywhere

with it, are we?

Put it out to the press.

It's time.

The word, this lipstick drawing,

I want it splashed over every newspaper,

every magazine, front page, national.

The message ain't meant for us.

Let's make sure it gets

to who it's intended for.

Mr. Richard.

- Marco.

- It's been a long time.

Yes, it has.

How is the hand?

It only hurts...

when it's humid.

Well, you should've let us relocate you

to Arizona instead of New Orleans.

Yeah, right,

but the boss likes it humid.

He's waiting for you.

What do you think?

Hm?

- Coincidence.

- Twenty-two times?

A flower that only grows

in one place on earth?

Couldn't it be the calling card of...

shoot, I forgot his name.

What's his name,

your former partner,

you know, the one who used to do

your wetwork?

- Fabio.

- Fabio.

Fabio Restrepo.

May I?

The CIA is not an amusement park.

When the agency extracted your ass

from Colombia 15 years ago...

and set you up here, we allowed you

to resume you little business,

but what we should've done

was lock you away for life.

Now, in exchange,

you should've kept the information flowing.

- And I have.

- Not much.

- I have nothing to do with this.

- Then find out who did.

She's talking to us.

Could be anyone.

You idiot. I told you,

everyone dead, down to the dog.

You screwed it up the first time.

Now, go fix it.

Each and every one of the victims

was a professional bad apple.

As for motive,

I'm narrowing it down to, uh...

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