Man on Fire

All right, all right, ladies and gentlemen,

we just got confirmation that the target is inbound.

When I have you in position, I'll move in, remove the asset from the briefcase,

just like I drew it up.

That means I need you all to actually be in your spots.

What's the holdup, team?

You waiting for an invitation?

- Don't look at us. - Let's go.

- We're in, moving. - Proceed to target.

Getting into position.

Maybe next time, skip the scenic route.

Burns, Santos.

You know last in position buys everybody dinner, right?

One minute out, Cap.

All right, all right. That's what I want to hear.

Give me a minute, let me check in with the farm.

Agent Tappen, do I have confirmation we're a go?

You confident in this intel?

Uh, the intel is good, the plan is even better.

Oh yeah? What makes you say that?

The fact that I drew it up myself.

All right, you're a go, Creasy. We'll see you on the other side.

Hoorah.

Team, we just got a green light. Now final checks on comms and camera taps.

- P1, check. - Lima, Charlie.

Staged and holding.

Team 2.

- 5 by 5. - In position and ready.

All right, P3.

P3. Ant. Do you copy?

Creasy, I think I have a problem.

There's a fucking bird in here. See if you see it on the monitors.

- A what? - See anything?

No, no bird, but I got a real close-up of an asshole.

That's enough fucking around. Target is ten minutes out.

Everybody get ready.

- P1. What the fuck is that? - Creasy, we've got company.

Santos.

Need backup, ASAP.

Need help right now.

Burns!

Santos.

All positions, report.

Creasy.

- Creasy… - Hey! Hey!

…tell my wife I love her...

Normally, you salute a superior officer.

But given your condition, I'm gonna let it slide.

Regina's always telling me that I worry about you too much.

I'd like to thank you for making her feel like an asshole.

You wanna tell me what you thought was on the other side of that pillar?

Look, why don't you come back with me?

I'm new on this job, it's not very heavy. We could use you on the team.

We get you back on your feet, we can talk about all this shit later.

Yeah, I'm pretty much a solo act at this point.

Yeah, how's that working out for you?

Good morning and welcome aboard.

Quick update from the flight deck.

We've now reached our cruising altitude of 30,000 feet.

We're looking at an estimated flight time of 9 hours and 30 minutes

to Rio de Janeiro.

Probably should've asked where home was before I said yes.

Well, you know what they say. Home is always where the coup is.

Wha... Whoa, whoa. What the fuck are you doing?

I'm trying to get some sleep.

Yeah, no, okay.

Uh, you need to read a magazine or watch a movie or something.

Anything that doesn't make it look like I'm taking you hostage.

Well, I guess I always thought Brazil was a little rougher than this.

Oh, it is.

Just not in neighborhoods like Leblon.

It's mine!

Hey, hey! Daddy's home!

No!

Hello!

- It's mine! - Whoa!

- Hi. - Hi.

- Welcome home. - Thank you.

John.

Hey, come here. Hey.

It's so good to have you.

Thanks, Regin... Oh.

Oh!

Come here. Where you going?

Hey, can we have a hug, please, huh?

Thank you. Can we say hello to Mr. Creasy? John, this is David and Robbie.

What's wrong with him?

Nothing. What's wrong... What kind of question is that?

Why don't you go and help Mr. Creasy with his bags

and bring him to his room, okay?

- Come on. - Oh.

Thank you. "Hello, Mr. Creasy. Hello."

Boys, help with plates, please.

Come on, boys. Help your mother with the dishes, please.

Thank you very much.

You got it? Two hands, okay?

Go ahead. Go inside.

- Come, please. - Thanks.

Good job. Be very careful.

What? Hey, Poe!

Poe, come here.

Come here. Look who it is.

Say hello to Mr. Creasy.

Hey, Poe. Been a minute.

They really dragged you all the way down here?

Would you get in here, please, and sit down for dinner?

If that's your mother's jacket around your waist,

you better take it off before she sees it.

Poe, are you hungry? I've got dinner.

No, I… I ate at Liam's.

Liam's. We bring her to a country steeped in culture and history,

and all she wants to do is hang out with international school kids

whose parents have everything flown in so they don't have to actually take part

in the world around them.

Can you please come down here and sit with us? Please?

What?

Nothing. It's just…

I remember you making grown men cry, among other things,

so I'm just a little…

little surprised to see you getting smoked in your own house, that's all.

Well…

- Poe! You're back! - Davie!

Come here. I got something to show you!

Sure, let's go.

So, government is worried about a terrorist attack of some sort

ahead of the election.

The incumbent, President Carmo,

has brought my firm in to make sure that doesn't happen.

What that got to do with us rolling up to a construction site?

Shiny new developments like this

are some of President Carmo's signature achievements.

His opponents feel like Carmo's been focused on luxury condos

instead of the poor,

and our intel suggests that terrorists may target these developments.

Ah, don't worry about that. It's nothing you haven't seen before.

We're gonna meet a guy inside named Prado Soares,

the president's head of security, to get the latest risk assessment.

Shit. You said nothing heavy.

You know how this works.

You and I are the reason it doesn't get heavy.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

And given that we are late in getting started,

let me just get right to it.

What is this?

What is what?

Let's talk about the background of this elite professional.

John Creasy.

New Orleans, Louisiana. US Army Special Forces.

Three tours in Iraq and Afghanistan.

And then, many private security contracts with the CIA.

- That's right. - Until four years ago.

When he led an operation in Mexico City and managed to get his entire team killed.

I strongly feel that that incident was never properly investigated.

At which point he was removed from active duty

pending treatment for severe PTSD.

This is not a retirement home for broken soldiers.

All right, well, let me be clear.

John Creasy is by far the best

in this kind of situation that I've ever worked with.

- The best? - Yeah, the best.

Give me your sidearm.

Are you familiar with this weapon, Mr. Creasy?

It's a Glock. Glock 19.

Very good. That's a Glock 19.

And if I were to ask,

how quickly could you field strip this weapon?

Uh…

I used to be able to do it in eight seconds.

I'll give you twice that.

Come on, this should be child's play

for the best of the best, right, Mr. Rayburn?

Go.

Hey!

That's enough.

Okay, back off.

What the fuck, Soares?

Look, Mr. Rayburn, we are dealing with a volatile election,

and we need someone who can anticipate and react before there is a problem.

So…

…either I am terribly wrong about Mr. Creasy,

or I've misjudged your seriousness from the beginning.

Sorry about that.

Guess they do job interviews different down this part of the world.

You heard, I'm unfit.

I haven't been in the field since. That's what I'm trying to tell you.

If you couldn't do it, you wouldn't have gotten the job.

- What? - I told him you're rusty.

But sharpening up the best knife I've ever used doesn't concern me.

Shouldn't concern them.

And that's it?

- He just said fine? - Mm-hmm.

Hired a guy who just ran his car into a fucking wall?

Yeah, that and the fact that I told him they could hire you

or lose me.

- You shouldn't have done that. - Come on, that's bullshit.

Pretty soon, Soares and his guys,

they're gonna be asking me where I can find ten more of you.

You what I'm gonna tell them? What I used to tell Uncle Sam.

What's that?

All you need is one.