The Evil That Men Do Page #2

They have called for another meeting

and study of human rights violations.

Human rights violations.

There is no such thing.

There is only the security of the state

and those who'd undermine that security.

We must play the game.

What are you suggesting?

A move.

My brother had a great deal to do

with making this country secure, Victor.

If his work should have earned us

a welcome anywhere, it's here.

I only reflect my president, seora.

How long are you giving us?

As quickly as possible.

We'll see.

- Changed your mind?

- Yeah, let's do it.

We haven't discussed your fee.

Don't worry about it.

I don't want the money.

I'm grateful.

There's a complication, however.

The Doctor is leaving Guatemala

in a couple of weeks.

Nobody knows where he is going.

If we let him slip through our hands

this time...

...we may never have

another chance at him.

- Where do you get your information?

- A man named Max Ortiz.

Very well placed with the highest echelons,

and fiercely opposed to the current regime.

- Sounds like someone I could trust.

- He's a lifelong friend.

- Maybe you can put me in touch with him?

- Of course.

And one more thing, a

little more difficult.

I'd like to get down

appearing as a family man.

I want to take a woman

and a child with me.

- That could be dangerous, no?

- Yeah, but it's only for a few days.

Most of the people in this ward

have one thing in common.

- The Doctor.

- That's it.

These are only a small portion.

They managed to escape.

- Holland, this is my wife, Isabel.

- How do you do?

Seora Rhiana Hidalgo.

My wife is a surgical nurse.

She is training Rhiana.

- I'm sorry about George.

- I'm sure you are.

Why don't we all get together

for coffee later on?

Fortune smiles in a strange way.

- I don't think so.

- Why not?

- Because she is George's widow?

- Because she's too emotionally involved.

It seems to me Rhiana is right.

And she has a daughter.

She is exactly what you are looking for.

But she's very careless.

In the scrub room,

she told your wife I looked like a killer.

She could've been overheard.

- You read lips?

- Yes.

I'm sorry. I now realize I was mistaken.

Decided I don't look like a killer?

I've decided I should keep

my opinions to myself.

- When can you be ready to leave?

- I can leave whenever you say.

- Which bedroom do you want?

- Neither, I'll sleep out here.

- But there's no bed.

- I'll sleep on the floor.

I like it here, Mummy.

Max Ortiz?

- It's a pleasure to meet you.

- The pleasure's all mine.

The Doctor has three men in particular

who never leave his side.

Every one a totally trained assassin.

Randolph Wheatley,

a former intelligence officer.

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