The office door explodes inward. Two men in masks, no words, only violence. They grab Jadue. One smashes the phone. The other injects something into his neck. His eyes roll back.
(throat dry): “The recordings are with…”
“That’s absurd.”
“Sergio, my friend. Miami is beautiful this time of year. The FBI? Not so beautiful. But we have a plan. I need you to sign something. A small confession. Just about CONMEBOL. Nothing about… the other thing.”
“Your wife? She left for Buenos Aires this morning. My people picked her up at the airport. She’s comfortable. She’ll stay comfortable as long as you remember who gave you everything.” el presidente s02e04 brrip
Jadue removes his sunglasses. His eyes are wet.
“And what did you tell them?”
Jadue’s face. No tears. Only calculation. He looks at the guard. Then at the window. Then at the IV drip in his arm.