I checked with his office.
He's working from home all day.
We've had the go ahead from our friends and a replacement has been lined up.
I'll be there this afternoon, so don't let him out of your sight.
I've got all exits covered.
No fucking around, okay?
Of course, Chief.
Great.
Sir, could we please go faster?
Gate 4. Have a nice flight.
Beni? Move in on the prosecutor, I'm on my way. Bye.
I have an emergency.
He's not there.
I searched the whole fucking building. I've no idea where he went.
How the fuck could you let this happen?
Are you stupid or what?
I want him found right now!
Shit!
Consuelo Arbenz's office. Arturo speaking.
Arturo, this is Alejandro Gualteros. I need to speak to Consuelo.
She can't talk right now.
Tell her it's urgent.
I'm sorry Alejo, it's impossible.
Listen to me.
A secret shipment of British arms is sitting in Cartagena port right now.
It is about to be delivered to the Cabrera family.
- Oh, my God. - I have evidence that proves it.
But I need to meet with Consuelo in person today.
I'll call you back.
Thank you.
What happened?
The prosecutor got away. That's what fucking happened.
I can't trust anyone round here to do their job.
Shit.
Hi, Mom.
You haven't left yet?
No, I leave this afternoon and arrive in Miami tonight.
You've been gone so long.
I know. It turned out to be longer than I expected.
Okay, but don't leave me waiting, please.
Alright, Mom...
Okay. I have to go. Kisses.
Boss wants to see you. Give me your phone.
Why?
Give me the phone.
What the hell is this?
Move. Quickly!
Keep walking. Go.
What the hell?
Gualteros is still alive.
It's important for Gilberto to have this information.
Listen to me, Juan.
I'll decide what Gilberto needs to know. Clear?
- What's going on? - What's going on?
What's going on?
That's what I want to know. What the fuck is happening?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
No? You sure?
I'm sure.
The prosecutor has the shipment list.
What?
How?
- That's impossible. - Impossible?
That's impossible!
So, why is he asking for a meeting with the Head of the Supreme Court of Justice?
- Does that sound impossible to you? - How do you know all this?
So what are we going to do?
You? Nothing.
Juan says...
that he left you alone in the Cartagena offices. Right, Juan?
So what?
Don't lie to me. Please.
Did you steal the shipment list?
Are you crazy?
I gave you Rex Mayhew.
I handed you the people who were about to bust your operation in London.
And now you're questioning me?
Answer the fucking question!
Sit down and don't move!
- You dare to question me? - Shut up!
Don't move from there.
Call Chico.
I know what to do.
Yes, Arturo?
Perfect, I'll be there.
- Hey, brother! - What's up?
- You can drive, can't you? - Yes.
Mr Dos Santos has a special job for you. Get in.
I've got two million pesos here... Get in.
You drive.
What's going on, Beni? What's he planning?
Don't talk to me. Shut the fuck up.
Where's my phone?
I need to call my mom in Miami, and tell her I'm going to miss my flight.
Beni, you know my mom...
If I don't tell her what's going on, she'll call the police,
the Florida State Governor and possibly the White House.
Isn't that right?
What's Eduardo going to think of that?
Be quick. And I'm watching. Okay?
Thank you.
Mr Alejandro Gualteros?
Yes. I have a meeting with Consuelo Arbenz.
You're in meeting room 7. Please, follow me.
She's waiting for you.
I need to speak to a prosecutor in the building.
His name is Alejandro Gualteros.
You have a pass?
No, but I need to get him a message. It's urgent.
Impossible. You cannot enter.
He needs to leave the building now. Can you tell him?
- Do you know which office he's in? - I don't know. Listen...
Stop wasting our time. Get away from the door.
- Please... - Move!
They're expecting you.
What the hell is this?
Where is Consuelo?
Calm yourself, Mr Gualteros.
Please, sit down.
This is the Supreme Court of Justice.
What decade do you think we're in?
Please, sit down. And show me what you have in that briefcase.
I need to know who your source is.
Uh... I don't recall the name.
Where is the original document?
Up your ass.
Take him.
Get in the fucking car now!
- What the hell is going on? - Get in the fucking car!
Do it!
- Take a right. - Where are we going?
Take a right! Do what I fucking say!
Out. Now!
Boss, I've brought what you asked for.
What the hell are we doing here?
Why didn't you take my offer?
It would have made things so much easier.
What do you believe in?
I believe in justice.
You're just a kid.
And you have a long way to reach manhood.
You know what?
You will burn in hell, asshole.
Kill this bastard, too.
He's served his purpose but he's seen too much.
Son of a bitch, you brought me here just to kill me.
Do it! Kill him, boss!
Take cover!
Let's go!
Let's go! Quick!