Falcon Rising Page #2

You hungry?

- No, I wanna go see my sister.

- That's what I figured.

Come on.

We've put her into an induced coma,

giving her brain a chance to recover.

John?

John, you okay?

Will she make it?

I wish I could tell you.

Given the extent of her wounds,

it's a miracle she made it this far.

Hey, come on in.

John, this is Detective Thiago.

He's in charge of

investigating Cindy's case.

I'm so sorry about

your sister, Mr. Chapman.

The crime in the favela is very

terrible, especially recently.

My men and I will do everything in

our power to find whoever did this.

She was volunteering.

Why would someone attack her?

The favelados see an American...

- they see money.

- So, it was a robbery?

Well, she was found without

the wallet, no cash, no jewelry.

So, do you have any leads?

We're questioning several known

criminals from the neighborhood.

- We'll have something.

- Okay, look, it's been a long day,

let's get you back to

the hotel for some rest.

No, no no. I wanna go

where Cindy was found.

With all due respect, Mr. Chapman,

the favela isn't exactly

a tourist destination.

Well, I'm not your regular tourist.

Good, good, good.

Let's, let's go.

Come on, come on, come on.

Thank you, Detective.

We'll see you downstairs.

It's a terrible thing,

all this violence in the favela.

Just a couple of drug dealers

battling each other to...

to sell more drugs to more

addicts in more areas.

If they think you're on

the wrong side, bang.

Right or wrong.

Your sister is in God's hands now.

I will pray for her.

In my experience, all God's good for

is giving people a reason

to kill each other.

Better than killing each

other without a reason, no?

That's for savages.

Next generation, don't be fooled.

Officer Da Silva,

this is John Chapman,

the victim's brother.

He would like to see the crime scene.

Officer Da Silva is in charge

of the security of the favela.

Whoa!

Mr. Chapman,

my sidearm, please.

Are you alright?

Jet lag.

I should be heading back.

Make sure he doesn't

cause any trouble.

Follow me, Mr. Chapman.

Please.

There.

One of the local children

found her just in time.

Not the most secluded place, is it?

Any witnesses?

So far, no.

Yeah, right.

Nobody saw anything?

The favela is a complicated

place, Mr. Chapman.

Nothing complicated about a

slum controlled by drug dealers.

Come with me.

Look there.

You see that clinic?

It treats 250 people a day.

Who do you think pays for that?

I don't know, the government?

The government forgot about

this place a long time ago.

Day care, doctors, teachers.

Drug money pays for all of it.

The drug dealers take

care of the people here,

and in exchange, the people

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