Showdown In Manila

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Are you sure about this, Kiki?

When have I ever been wrong?

Name one time.

- I don't lie to you, Nick.

- Yeah, without a doubt.

- This is who you saw?

- Yeah, that's him.

- He's there a lot.

- Take one more look.

Definitely him.

You know serge, What do they say?

That Diaz works for Wraith.

I've heard the rumor.

We've got something.

He's Diaz.

Remember, We get Diaz and we get out.

- What about the girls?

- We'll try to set them free.

- Here, Kiki.

- Thanks, Nick.

Watch yourself.

Excuse me, boys.

Go!

- This man just came in.

- I don't remember.

He came in with three

other men and five girls.

I must have missed him.

You saw him. Where did he go?

Four...fourth floor.

It's there.

Go.

Go.

Cesar?

Cesar?

Cesar, come in.

Cesar.

ACU, this is VCU-1.

We have 10-45B.

Come in.

There's no signal.

Someone's using jammer, sarge.

It's a set up.

They knew we were coming.

What's up little b*tches?!

You're looking for me?

I'm right here.

Flash bang!

Wraith, on the end.

- You're hurt?

- No. you?

No.

I'm out.

Sarge...

Sarge... I'm hit, I'm hit.

Sarge, sarge...

- I'm bleeding, I know.

- No.

You'll be alright.

I'll get Wraith.

Back up is coming.

Come on, you've got this.

Come on.

Move, let's go!

Nick.

Nick.

Honey... hey.

Doctor say you were lucky.

Your head, It was just grazed.

The shoulder hits were worse.

We need some rehab in that.

And it would be fine.

You'll be fine.

- Hi, Sofia.

- Hello.

Hey.

- I shouldn't be alive.

- Don't say that, Nick.

She's right. You've got to

focus on the real bad guys.

The ones responsible for all this.

This wasn't you fault.

Lieutenant Kalalo.

I need a word.

- Captain Minter.

- I just came from the crime scene.

Do you realize what kind of PR

nightmare we have on our hands?

What the hell happened?

It's a bloodbath out there.

Almost an entire strike team was wiped out.

With all due respect, captain...

This is the violent crime unit.

- We deal with the worst of the worst.

- Funny how he made it out.

Sergeant Peyton is an

excellent team leader.

Was a team leader. He's thorough.

He led them right into an ambush.

His recklessness caused all this.

With all due respect sir,

I think you're looking for a scapegoat.

Watch yourself, lieutenant.

Somebody didn't do their job right.

I'm saying it was him.

Keep up this attitude,

It could be you, too.

What?

Excuse me, sir?

Is that a threat?

Are you threatening me?!

- Stand down, Lieutenant!

- Are you threatening me?!

Lieutenant, Stand down!

Captain...

Captain... It's on me.

Just me.

You know, we should probably

get out of these chairs at some point.

Why would we do that?

I don't know, get some

exercise or something.

I came here to relax, besides...

It's a long walk to the bar.

I like your thinking.

You want another one?

Yes, please.

Another one what?

Stop.

Dorn!

Go get help!

No!

No, no!

What?

Shh..., It's okay.

I love you.

I love you.

You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

Matt?

No, no, Matt!

Hi. I'm Lieutenant Efren Kalalo.

I'm deeply sorry for your loss.

Look, I've been here for hours.

I've told everyone that

interviewed me exactly what I saw.

I've read your statement.

That must've been a horrific

experience for you.

We confirmed that your husband

was employed by the FBI back in states.

And to vacation in here,

as you told us.

So you believe my account of what happened.

Do you know if your husband was

involved with the perpetrators, in any way?

What do you mean?

Not counting your husband, we have

three dead. all innocent people.

We have a lot of gangs here,

and when they go to war they...

This wasn't a gang war.

I gave an exact description of the people

that I saw that were involved.

I appreciate that, It's just that there're

dozens of conflicting descriptions...

about the perpetrators

and what they look like.

I believe this man was in charge.

Impressive work.

I'm a police sketch artist.

Do you recognize him?

I'm not sure.

Can you wait here please?

This is detective Jovelyn Sabio

from the violent crime unit.

Hello, Mrs.Wells.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

She would take you to a safe place.

Can we at least stop by my hotel first?

Sorry, It's too dangerous.

- What?

- Sorry.

I thought we had a tail.

It's safe now.

It's all right. We're okay.

Come on!

It's okay.

No!

You know those guys?

- No.

- But they know you.

That's why you can't

go back to your hotel.

You did good.

Okay, show me.

What's wrong?

I don't know, must be the batteries.

Up, there goes.

- That's my wife.

- Keep watching, Mr. Camato.

Who is that cret with Vivian?

His name is David Beckels,

he's a car salesman.

But it doesn't matter.

What do you mean?

Keep watching, Mr.Camato.

She has two lovers? Slut!

Keep watching, Mr.Camato.

- Three lovers?

- Clients.

She's a pro, Mr.Camato.

- A prostitute?

- A call girl, a high class call girl.

That's why she kisses on the lips.

Not that I know of.

Never should've married such a young woman.

You know, you don't watch anymore.

You don't... you don't wanna see this.

- It's gonna break your heart.

- Not again.

Sorry.

Surveillance photos.

We're really sorry you had to find out

about your wife this way, Mr.Camato.

It's what I paid you to do.

Thanks, Mr.Camato.

What was that, Charlie?

I forgot the camera was rolling.

Did you forget to don't

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