In South America, criminals take Ilsa to an isolated spot so she can meet with a local leader. She asks him if he abducted her friend, journalist Susan Connors, and offers to pay whatever it takes to get Susan released. The man in charge denies any involvement and has his men take her away...Read the full recap
Ilsa: And when I asked you about rescue options, you said there weren't any.
Christopher: Well, I meant that I couldn't think of any.
Ilsa: Well, what's the difference?
Christopher: In the interim, I may have... thought of one.
Guerrero: Dude, no way.
Winston: Why? It's a simple Norma Jean.
Guerrero: First of all, there's no such thing as a simple Norma Jean. When a Norma Jean goes bad, it goes real bad. A Norma Jean went bad on my cousin Pat. She ended up pregnant with twins.
Susan Connors: Do I need to ask why you have a full syringe of anesthetic in your pocket?
Christopher: Well, I brought someone with me to help find you. Someone who I was worried might try to screw me over.
Susan Connors: And where exactly is this someone now?
Christopher: Screwing me over.
Guerrero: Fine. Then I'll go.
Winston: And do what, put a gun to Harmen's head?
Guerrero: What's wrong with putting a gun to his head? A lot of productive things have happened by putting a gun to someone's head.
Baptiste: And besides, it suddenly occurred to me that--and despite what this says about me and despite how truly distressing the thought... you might be the last friend I've got on this earth.
Christopher: I spent most of the last six years wishing you were dead. We're not friends. Not by any definition I know of.
Baptiste: Yeah, well, beggars can't be choosers, right?