"I spotted Passos and Marcello. If I had known back then that they'd been up to no good while I was fighting my way through a band of violent paramilitaries and a worse hangover, I might not have wanted to get over to them so bad."

"On a boat full of drunks and bullshit artists, I'd been the cabaret act. Shooting whatever came in front of me was easier than coming to terms with that reality."

"The Imperial Palace Hotel was a five-star, bona fide shithole. I needed to find out why guests were checking in by the busload and checking out by the bagload."

"I knew this thing was bigger than me. Bigger than the Brancos. But I only had a glimpse of the whole picture. Like looking in the mirror and, for an instant, seeing what everyone else sees. A bad caricature of a better man."

"When you've lived the kind of life I've lived, reality comes at you through a different lens."

"I didn't understand everything, and I never would. But I understood enough. Sometimes, a complicated problem is best tackled with a simple solution."

"No, "Come with me, Max, to Brazil! Be a chance to play the fall-guy in a plot that my boss's brother's hatching to profit from the selling of human organs. Yeah, it'll be perfect for ya!""

"I guess our little stunt helped other civic-minded people raise valid concerns about community relations."

"Another dark, rainy night. Another police station. Another futile crusade for amends. Time moves forward, and nothing changes."

"I still didn't know how I'd gone from drinking myself numb in New Jersey to looting corpses in Brazil. But this was where I was -- five thousand miles from a home I couldn't go back to on another suicide mission to clean up a mess that wasn't even mine."

"This place was great. Really comfortable. I'm just gonna get settled in."

"Listen, if you still think I can do a job, what have I got to lose? Apart from the weight... Very funny, ha-ha. Yes, that is a fake laugh, you jerk."

"And what kinda town was this? One where I didn't speak the language and they didn't water down their drinks. So, for now, we seemed to get along just fine."

"The family we were protecting were local celebrities. Rich parasites with delusions of humanity. The kind of people who end up in glossy magazines or body bags depending on how their luck runs."

"Marcelo Branco: I've been working far too hard -- like a whore during Fleet Week, as my roommate used to say."

"I hadn't see it coming, but that wasn't surprising; it's hard to keep your eye on the ball through the bottom of a glass."

"A couple of more seconds, and I'd have given some poor street cleaner a crappy start to his day. Now? I had a ride to catch."

"There was a goddamn army of these goons. Clearly, somebody wanted these girls bad. Or maybe they assumed that Branco's security team consisted of more than a drunk American has-been and a Brazilian never-was who should've paid more attention in flying school."

"At least one of us had a gun now. That raised our chances of survival all the way from 'nil' to 'slim'."

"I didn't know what to think anymore; this town had more smoke and mirrors than a strip club locker room."

"I had a hole in my second favorite drinking arm, and the only way we were likely to get Fabiana back now was in "installments". Whoever our uninvited guests were, I was about done playing soldier."

"Looking back, it was strange how the cops never showed up. But things had a habit of only making sense to me looking back, long after I'd run out of time to fix them."

"When had I ever needed to invite trouble in? It always found me, no matter where I hid."

"Brewer: My boy, don't be afraid of the fires. You think they'll hurt ya. You think they'll char your skin and char your bones... But it'll make you clean in the long run! The joys of hygiene!"

"Gunfire over Hoboken. Felt strange to be at the center of it again. The target, that is. Like an old comedian hearing one last round of applause."

"Passos: Yeah, I can see why you don't wanna leave this place, Max. It's real charming."

"Seemed like breaching the perimiter had been no more difficult than strolling through the front gates. But hey, who needs a Trojan Horse when the alarm is down and your standing army is a dame, a dork, and a... drunk?"

"Poor girl was dead. Shot through the head by some hero fighting the rich, one lonely secretary at a time."

"Look at me. I'd been contracted to protect two people. One was being held in some hole, the other was sitting at his desk with a bullet in his head, and the company that had its logo on my paycheck was melting on top of my head."

"So much for a lazy Sunday afternoon. My next trick would be a high-wire act with a fiery pit for a safety net. It was nice that no one was shooting at me for a change, but I'd take shot in the head over a slow roast on a spit any day of the goddamn week."

"Well... It wasn't perfect. In fact, it wasn't much good at all. But it was gonna have to do. At least I was... facing in the right direction."

"So I guess I was finally about to go and experience the other side of São Paulo firsthand -- the bit people try to ignore. The unpleasant memory they try to obliterate with cocktails and helicopters and parties and lines of blow, like rich fools the world over. I was off the sauce for the first time in years and knew I was due a hangover sent direct from Mother Nature."

"First day off the sauce and, somehow, I'd still ended up in the gutter."

"Well, they weren't gonna help me. And who could blame them? I was a dumb American in a place where dumb Americans were less popular than the clap."

"I was trying to decide whether to crash this party or to turn back when my natural grace and finesse made the decision for me."

"That much security, it had to be Serrano's pad. Since I was in the neighborhood, I figured he wouldn't mind if I dropped in and thanked him personally for his "hospitality". It wasn't like he wasn't expecting me."

"We were only married a short time. By now, she had been dead longer than I knew her. I still hadn't really forgiven myself for the Mona business, but I knew that was just grief. The insanity that comes with losing the life you had built. Michelle... I missed her with every part of my being. I hated the world for not killing me with her, and I hated myself for allowing this to happen to her and our little girl. But I knew I had to leave town."

"I started to wonder if my luck was about to run out when I realized it had, a long time ago. That's why I was here."

"I had to admit, I almost felt bad for the guy. Sure, he had lived a bad life, but I of all people knew that living with this grief would be payment enough for any sins. Still, perhaps not so bad that I was prepared to dig my own grave and let these goombahs kill me without even getting some dirt on their hands."

"De Marco Thug: Your body ain't gonna bury itself. Dig, motherfucker!"

"Here I was again, halfway down the world and still looking at the bodies of women I was supposed to protect. Only difference now is, I didn't understand the language."

"I'd failed Rodrigo and I'd failed Fabiana. In that awful nightclub, the stadium, the docks... I'd been given enough chances to make this right, and I'd blown it. Perhaps this was my punishments from the Fates -- keep reliving the same mistakes for all eternity."

"I had gone from out of luck to unarmed and shit out of luck. Another reminder -- not that I needed one -- that any low point can always go lower, as my new friends were about to find out."

"I decided I might as well follow them. I was lost and they were going somewhere, and it was the closest I was going to get to a plan."

"When half the local police force and a crew of paramilitary psychopaths wanna send you upstairs, I reasoned the crowd was as good a place as any. At least when we got shot, maybe some kind soul would take a video and put it on the internet."

"Short of riding in on a parade float, we couldn't have made our arrival more obvious."

"I was just about to leave for the roof when my savior and friend, the man whose unborn child I had just killed for, decided to leave without me."

"News Anchor: And now, your local forecast: Boy, it's dark in some places, but it's sunny everywhere else."