ExPatriot Page #3

I bet it hurt, but you're damn

good at your job

because you know that pain

and it's your job to protect

your brother from it.

I've never been shot

but I have felt more pain

than most can bear

and I can protect you,

your company

and your fortune from that pain.

You already have government

agencies threatening you

probably for mistakes.

I've beat the CIA once.

Now, you can pay me

to do it again.

What threats?

Well, we can start

with the ones watching

from across the street.

I spotted them

when I came this morning.

Fifth floor,

second office on the left.

- What is she doing?

- Gaining their trust.

Didn't know it was going to be

at our expense.

How did you know that?

There's always someone watching.

The hard part

is finding out who.

And how to stop them.

Perhaps it's time

for a new perspective.

Very good.

Do you believe god forgives us

for our mistakes?

God didn't make the mistake.

Carlito and I served

on Castro's police.

To leave was to desert

to be labeled traitors.

You understand

the gravity of this?

You know I do.

But we made a new home here,

a new life... in Bogota.

What that man did...

Was terrible.

What you did... wasn't.

Thank you, Hermano.

Carlito needs to check you in.

A pleasure, senorita.

So what? You need my birthday?

Remove all metals

and your clothes.

Okay, Castro, I-I'm sorry

if I embarrassed you

in front of your brother.

Will you at least turn around

while I get naked?

Okay, a**hole.

Riley?

Wow. It's beautiful.

You, uh,

trying to kill yourself?

Second time couldn't hurt

much more, right?

What happened there today?

I had to give him something.

Something that made you a little

less expendable to the CIA.

And after, your Mike cut out.

I had to ditch it.

Should we get back?

Don't put me in the dark again.

Bill,

if I had told you my plan...

You'd be on the run too

or-or worse.

It's not that you didn't tell me

it's that you didn't

say anything at all.

That day,

you were just so... normal.

I'm so sorry.

Then why? Why did you do it?

Why throw away our life together

for people you don't even know?

Do you really want to know

the answer to that?

I think I've earned it.

I wanted to join the agency

my whole life.

It was my dream

to protect people.

And I got it.

I got my dream.

And then one day

I wake up, and I'm the enemy?

I'm the breath on the other end

of the phone line, so I...

I tried to fix it.

And, bill, I...

I'd do it again.

We were going to have a life.

- Remember?

- Don't you think I know that?

So you just didn't give a f***?

There isn't a day that goes by

that I don't think about

what we lost,

and how to get it back.

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