♪ MTV ♪
♪ slow, dramatic music ♪
***
[Maria] Atzi.
[speaking Spanish]
[responding in Spanish]
[Meade] Do we have a tail on the wife?
[Joe] We do. We have a locator in the wheel well,
a mic on the dash and one in the firewall.
The house is clear minus the staff.
Mike two-two, you are green.
[doorbell rings]
[McConnell] Morning, ma'am.
I'm Sergeant McConnell with the Dallas Fire Department.
Gas company computers detected a leak inside your residence,
and we need to find the source of the leak.
[speaking Spanish]
She needs to wait outside for her safety.
Is there any more staff in the house?
[conversing in Spanish]
They're in.
Cut it.
[NSA analyst] Shut power.
♪ intense music ♪
***
[soft beeping]
We found the problem. It's all good.
[conversing in Spanish]
♪ suspenseful music ♪
[engines starting]
[NSA analyst] Power's back up.
[Meade] We don't have anything in bedrooms or bathrooms.
We need them out of town to do that.
Housekeeper looks Zapotec.
- [Joe] I'll find out. - If she is, she can be bought.
They fucking hate these descendants of Spaniards.
When's our girl arrive?
Today.
What?
Nothing.
[Meade] Come on, Joe. What?
I don't trust her.
JSOC picked her. What don't you trust?
She's a second-generation Mexican
who's never met her uncle.
She doesn't speak a speck of fucking Spanish,
and she's never been to Mexico. I don't buy it.
What's her intelligence training?
Nothing. She's a fucking pilot, that's it.
An adrenaline junkie with a chip on her shoulder.
Treat her like you're flipping an agent.
Catch her in a lie, pull the floor out from under her.
That won't mean I can trust her.
Joe, how many times do I have to tell you this?
You can't trust any of them.
♪ dramatic, haunting music ♪
***
[birds chirping]
[engine shuts off]
[lock clicks]
Neal?
♪ suspenseful music ♪
***
Neal?
Charlie?
Kate?
[line ringing]
[phone ringing]
What the fuck?
Neal? Ne-- Oh, God!
Jesus!
Why are you yelling?
I was calling you.
You didn't hear me yelling?
- No. - [sighs]
Clearly, I did not hear you.
Where are the girls?
Kate's at cheerleading practice, and Charlie's next door.
[sighs]
Hey, honey, you're sweating.
What, did you think we got kidnapped?
[groans, sighs]
Is that a legitimate concern?
Just... answer your phone when I call.
That's all I ask.
Joe, is it?
My new assignment, they...
they have an entrenched presence in the U.S.,
and kidnapping is a method that they employ.
[sighs] But no.
It's just me needing some sleep. I don't know.
Mm...
[sighs]
And...
And...?
[sighs]
Just me being paranoid.
Which is my job.
You know, I can prescribe you some drugs
to take the edge off, honey.
I'm already on a cocktail of medications
to take the edge off.
- I don't think it's working. - [sighs]
No, it's not.
Well, maybe you just need to think about something else.
I'm sure you have some ideas.
I do.
♪ gentle music ♪
***
Yeah, okay. Mm-hmm.
In this segment?
Uh, in 20 minutes?
Then why didn't you call me in 19?
So it is in this segment?
[sighs] Okay.
Thank you.
[sighs]
I need a new assistant today.
[sighs]
What happened?
Nothing.
What are you waiting on to happen?
Mm... This is ridiculous. It doesn't concern you.
How do you know that? You haven't told me what it is.
Unless you're importing fentanyl through Mexico,
it doesn't concern you.
What? I'm telling you the truth.
CIA in the drug enforcement business these days?
Nope.
Still in the "sovereignty of our nation" business.
[scoffs, laughs]
I can't believe you said that with a straight face.
[both moaning, panting]
Dad, can-- Oh, my God!
- Jesus! Don't you knock? - [door closes]
- [Kate] The door was open! - [Joe] Fuck.
[Kate] I'm gonna need therapy.
[Joe] Oh, my God.
[Joe and Neal laughing]
Well, we lasted 16 years without getting caught.
[phone buzzing]
- Wait. [grunts] - [grunts]
Yeah?
It's on.
[Joe over phone] What channel?
I'm on CBS, but it should be everywhere.
What's going on?
[news anchor over TV] ...U.S. Army personnel
were killed in a friendly fire incident
near a U.S. outpost in Iraq.
According to U.S. officials,
the name of the servicemen are being withheld
due to the sensitive nature of the operations,
but sources say the pilot has been relieved of duty
and is in custody pending court martial.
No other details are available at this time.
That's terrible.
Don't believe everything you see on the news, honey.
Meaning what? It's not terrible?
[sighs] It's not real.
When you leaving?
First thing tomorrow morning.
But, um...
we'll get another crack at it.
[Neal sighs]
I'm gonna go measure the emotional damage
we did to our daughter.
I mean, we already got caught. We might as well f--
I didn't see a report on fentanyl.
I didn't say what the report was about.
We have a 7:30 at Masseria.
♪ tense music ♪
***
[Kate] Too traumatized to speak.
[Joe] Kate.
[scoffs]
It's just so gross.
And so... scarring.
Like, I-I had to see my own mother's...
Wow. Just...
...wow.
[laughs]
Oh. Yeah. No, sure, mock me. Great.
- On top of everything else. - I'm not mocking you, Kate.
[sighs] I know that--
Did you ever walk in on your parents?
No. No, I never did.
Yeah, then you don't know.
My parents slept in different rooms,
and they barely spoke a word to each other, Kate.
You may not feel lucky right now,
but I promise you that you are.
Yeah, thank you for telling me how lucky I am
that I walked in on my parents having sex.
And thank you for the technique tips on the cowgirl position.
How do you even know what that is?
- I didn't, until now. - Honey,
this is how lucky you are.
You're lucky to have parents who, after 20 years
of being together, still love each other.
And still want to roll around
under the sheets, if you know what I mean.
Yeah, well, maybe if you had actually been under the sheets,
then I would be able to unsee it.
Okay. We're good. [laughs]
- Mom. - Yeah?
Just... wow.
[laughs]
Yeah, yeah.
♪ dramatic music ♪
***
Plant looked good.
Hope so. [sighs]
Is this about strategy or approval?
Little bit of both is my guess.
[knock on door]
Where's your Lioness now?
En route to Bliss.
[Mason] We need to fully understand the op sec
and procedures with regard
to the contraband that is brought in.
Assuming you can make a successful contact.
We'll make contact.
[Hollar] Her cover's pretty convenient.
♪ tense music ♪
***
We don't see it that way.
Well, it doesn't matter how you see it.
It matters how they see it.
And if the Chinese intelligence is advising them,
they're gonna think it's very convenient.
[sighs]
You approved the plant yourself.
You all read the copy.
You cleared the footage of the FOB.
- I-I-- - [Meade] You have an issue.
It's not her cover story. What is the issue?
[Mason] Outrage over the incident
isn't sustaining.
It's only polling at 38% awareness.
Okay, so push the press.
[Hollar] Press is resisting.
They're resisting.
They're resisting to cover the kidnapping
of a United States congresswoman
and the murder of her family on U.S. soil.
The rescue is polling as overreach.
Mexico is, understandably, outraged.
I'm a little outraged myself.
[Mason] Look, this thing is dividing on party lines.
This would be a lot simpler if she had been--
[Westfield] If she had what?
- Been a Democrat? - [Meade] We can arrange
the kidnapping of a Democrat
if, uh, that would be helpful.
You think that's funny?
[Meade] I think it's tragic.
I think it's a dereliction of duty
that borders on treason that...
that Congress refuses to act in the best interest of this nation
because... because they're more concerned
with the next election.
[Mason] That's easy for you to say.
You were appointed to your position.
[Westfield] And you were appointed to yours.
So was everyone in this fucking room.
Now, what you need to do is get out of this room,
go to the Capitol and start pulling heads out of asses.
President's polling right around 40%.
We are fucking paralyzed.
We need more support from our side of the aisle--
This is not a kidnapping.
I hope everyone here understands that.
[Mullins] Well, it sure looked
like a kidnapping to me.
It's a probe.
[Mason] A probe.
Explain what you mean by a probe.
Do you mean it's a false flag?
It is an act to study our reaction
and the public's sentiment toward whatever action we take.
She was held for almost 24 hours just south of the border.
That's enough time for us to formulate a plan
and move a QRF into place.
The victim wasn't stripped and searched
for electronics or tracking systems.
[Meade] A legitimate attempt to secure her
would've involved a thorough search
and immediate removal to the interior of Mexico
in a large urban area
where we would have no ability to provide
air or ground support to QRF, and we would have to
enter the nation through commercial means,
with a greatly compromised tactical capacity.
This was a test case
that they're gonna base their next operation around.
[Mason] Our intel sees this more as a psyop
meant to further divide the parties of Congress,
which is certainly the effect it is having.
You're wrong. Your intel's wrong.
You are wrong. Their mission is the next mission.
This was the USS Cole.
Our lack of response to that was the green light to 9/11.
That is what this is.
Even if you're right,
they're not gonna believe.
They will believe it from us, sir.
- You think? - [Westfield] I do.
Who is holding up the votes in the Senate?
Albright and Fuller, to start.
[Mullins] Yeah.
If you get Albright, you got Fuller.
Let's go to work.
Do it.
♪ tense, dramatic music ♪
***
Captain.
No salute?
[chuckles] We don't do that shit here.
Uh-uh. Sit in the front. This ain't no fucking Uber.
[engine starts]
I see you're as big an asshole as your boss.
Some might say bigger.
We stay on base?
Till you're through with your training.
What training?
The kind that keeps you from getting killed
and, more importantly, getting us killed.
I've already been through that.
You think?
I'm fucking First Cav.
I know.
Oh. All right. Well, then it shouldn't take too long, then.
- [engine shuts off] - This is home.
[seat belt unbuckles]
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
[Bobby] Mama's home.
- Hey, Bobbo! - Tex is cheating.
- Yo. - [laughs]
[Tex] Oh, I got you covered.
[Two Cups] Not for long.
[Bobby chuckles]
What's for supper?
[Randy] Lobster bisque.
Oof.
Easy on the butter. It's swimsuit season.
[Two Cups] Yeah, Randy.
Easy on the butter.
Doesn't matter how much butter you use, Two Cups,
when you eat a bag of fucking Doritos
and drink a six-pack of beer.
You drink as much beer as I do, bro.
[Randy] I do.
- Open bunk? - Then I run six miles.
- [laughing] Fucking-- - [Josie] Open bunk?
Yeah, you know what?
Any time you want to put a stopwatch
to a six-mile hump, bro, you fucking let me know.
[Randy] Yeah, you bring your inhaler.
Neither one of you motherfuckers has ran six miles in a decade.
[Randy] That's true.
[Two Cups] Oh... [stammers] Goddamn it.
Latrine?
All the way in the back.
[Tex] Oh, that was a dud.
Oh, this is gonna be fun.
[indistinct chatter]
[Two Cups] Yeah, Los Angeles?
- [Tex laughing] - [Two Cups] You know what?
Let's burn it. Let's burn the fucker.
[laughter]
[Two Cups] Why can't I hit you, dude?
I'm the worst shot in the world in this game.
[Tex] I'm too slippery.
Yep, and watch this. Here it goes again.
Soup's on. Two Cups, don't get up.
[Two Cups] 'Bout time.
- Pause it, pause it! - [grunts]
[sighs]
[Two Cups] Chef Randall, hmm.
What do we have today?
Mmm.
♪ tense music ♪
***
You hungry?
Grab something to eat.
[utensils clattering]
[Two Cups] Will you hand me a spoon
so I don't have to eat with my hands again?
Mmm.
Thank you. [grunts]
- [Tex] No. - [Bobby] No.
So, what gets us past this awkward bullshit?
What do you want to know?
[chuckles] We don't want to know nothing.
We want to know your cover, and that's all we want to know,
and all you need to know is ours.
And I don't mean any disrespect when I say it.
[Tucker] We don't got time to learn both.
This party starts tomorrow.
[sniffles]
***
[Errol] I thought we were going to Masseria.
Cafe Milano.
So, you're working.
We're working.
Ah.
And what are we working on?
The Hill has found a way to politicize the unpolitical.
The border's a terrible place to be bipartisan, Kaitlyn.
You know that.
Just help me.
And how can I do that?
Just opine on the economic consequences
of another high-profile target on U.S. soil.
Can you do that?
Three days before the jobs report?
I can do it in my sleep, sweetheart.
Attaboy.
♪ intense music ♪
***
[speaking Italian]
Yes, Chef.
[laughs]
[lively chatter]
[laughter]
[indistinct chatter]
- Thank you so much. - Of course.
And what can I get for you?
Oh, I'm-I'm a Democrat,
but I'm not a California Democrat.
I would like steak and Bolognese.
Mmm.
[laughs]
Uh, how many of these servers actually work for you?
Oh, come on, Mandy. She's probably getting
her master's at Georgetown
in, uh, broadcast journalism or some nonsense.
Go to Georgetown?
- [Meade chuckles] - Yes, ma'am.
[Albright] What are you studying?
I'm getting my master's in broadcast journalism.
Oh. [chuckles]
That's not like you to tip your hand.
What should concern you is the ones
that don't work for us.
We never got any reliable intel from the kids at the Farm.
They're just learning how to commit to their cover.
I'm, um...
very, very concerned
the Republicans are gonna use this kidnapping
as a bulldozer for their agenda, Kaitlyn.
Mm-hmm. They will, absolutely.
And when there is an incident-- which there will be--
POTUS will have no choice but to shut the border completely.
Now, what did the husband do?
I mean, it seems like retribution, if anything.
Wasn't he a doctor?
Pretty useful thing to be on a cartel's payroll.
He was a cardiologist, Amanda.
I don't think that the, uh, cartels
are trading in beta blockers.
No, it was a probe.
To gauge our reaction
- and our appetite. - No.
I-I do not credit cartels with that level of sophistication.
MSS oversaw the operation.
What is Chinese intelligence doing on the border of Mexico?
Shutting down a trade route, opening another.
It's the perfect Trojan horse.
And they'll continue to use it
until we display the will to stop them.
I cannot have the Army driving Humvees
down streets in Northern Mexico.
It won't be the Army. It'll be us.
It'll be quiet.
I would not call last week quiet.
No, well, last week was loud on purpose.
What do you think of the, uh,
implications of this on the market?
Equities are on such shaky ground as it is.
They don't need a reason to sell.
They just need an excuse.
Well, now you have me worried.
You should be. You should be very worried.
You should be terrified if it happens again,
six weeks before a presidential election,
and you do nothing?
SOFR's at five and a half, banks can't borrow money.
This time, it won't be mortgages that crash us.
Corporate loan market is in absolute shambles.
They're walking from any project
that has a nonrecourse loan attached.
All the smart money is in funds.
[Meade] The nation will run to them.
Run.
Social issues, climate issues.
I mean, none of that matters
when people start flying planes into buildings, even worse.
They're just luxuries.
And trust me, the first thing the American people get rid of
when there is a calamity are luxuries.
If 9/11 happened today,
be a financial crisis worse than the '29 crash.
- Mm. - And that's
exactly what China wants.
And if it doesn't happen...
organically...
...they'll make it happen.
- How's the steak? - It's excellent, my dear.
Excellent.
Would you excuse me for one minute?
- Yes, of course. - [chuckles softly]
- Please, continue. - [Errol] Mm-hmm.
[indistinct chatter]
[Mason] Mm-hmm.
- [Westfield] Thank you, bud. - [Ronnie] Cheers.
- To being foolish. - [clinking]
[Westfield] Mmm.
You know Ronnie?
Mm-hmm. Blackstone.
That's right.
I thought you guys only left New York
to visit a Meldman property.
We'll wander this way when the water gets choppy.
You think this is choppy, wait until the storm hits.
Got our fucking heads in the sand.
Well, that's why I'm here.
Talk some sense into them.
They can't all go on the speaking circuit at once.
- It's food for thought. - [Meade laughs]
- Give us a minute, Ronnie? - Sure.
Seeing boogeymen yet?
Starting to.
- [footsteps approaching] - Here she is.
Old-fashioned, please.
[bartender] Any preference on bourbon?
If I can tell what bourbon it is,
you made it wrong.
[Mason and Meade chuckle]
Seeing you two in the same room is making people very nervous.
That's the idea.
Secretary doesn't want his fingerprints on this,
but he doesn't want POTUS out in a storm without an umbrella.
Get started.
JSOC has a black fund.
You know where they keep it?
We do.
That's your war chest.
Spend wisely.
- I'm gonna go finish dinner. - [Westfield] All right.
See ya.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
[chuckles softly]
Thank you.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
[inhales sharply, exhales]
We were much less productive when I had a prostate.
[chuckles softly]
[both chuckle]
Mmm.
[chuckles softly]
God, we wasted a lot of time on this place.
It wasn't a waste.
We sacrificed it.
Did we?
♪ slow, somber music ♪
***
[siren wailing]
[birds chirping]
***
[inhales deeply, sighs]
***
[Charlie] Why would a boy want to be a cheerleader?
[Neal] Uh, there were male cheerleaders
when I was in high school.
That's nothing new.
They're not a boy, Dad.
That's not how they identify.
Oh.
Okay, honey.
You don't believe him?
Uh, I don't know him to believe him.
God, that's so transphobic.
- [snorts] - Trans--
Charlie, look at me.
The definition of "phobia"
is "the extreme or irrational fear of something."
Disagreeing with somebody is not a phobia.
Well, you're denying that they exist.
I'm not denying anything.
[Kate] Well, you're refusing
to believe when someone says they--
Okay, Kate, let me explain something to you.
If the only way to promote an idea
is to eliminate any argument against that idea,
then you have no idea.
[Kate] Oh, my God. You did not just say that.
[Neal] Mm-hmm.
You're digging a deeper hole there, buddy.
[stammers, chuckles]
[Joe] What your father means is
ideas are meant to be challenged.
He has the right to disagree with you.
And you have the right to disagree with him.
There are nations where that right doesn't exist,
and those are the places you do not want to visit.
Unfortunately, those are the places I have to go to.
Know what I mean?
- Do you have time for breakfast? - No. No, I have to go.
Sure.
Can I get the ketchup?
Uh, yes. Until they pass legislation against it,
which I hope is very soon, yes.
Where did she pick that from?
I don't know. That's how Emily's folks eat.
[Joe] Oh, wow, Charlie, that's a lot.
No, save some for the rest of us.
No.
No, Kate. Not you.
[Kate] I promise, it's actually good.
- You should try it. - No.
Gross.
- Just try it. Try it. - No. No, Kate.
- [Charlie and Kate laughing] - [Neal] Ugh!
Seems like you have an extreme fear
- of ketchup there, Dad. - Y-Yes. This is a phobia.
Here-- No! My God.
- Kate, come on. - I-I just had to make sure.
- Kate, come on. - Do you want some?
[helicopter passing]
- [sniffles] - [rattling]
[sighs]
♪ low, tense music ♪
***
[exhales sharply]
Okay.
[inhales deeply]
You're back in basic.
Except now it's coed.
Won't that be fun?
[scoffs]
[clank]
[sighs]
[Two Cups] No, you fucker!
- [panting] - Whoo!
Remind me how far that was.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. - That felt like six miles
to me, everybody.
Whoo! Bobby, how far was that?
There's mile markers.
- You know how far it is. - Yeah.
[panting]
Looks like our little bird flew away.
She's probably in the head.
[panting] Fucking...
Gear up. I'll go get her moving.
[door opens]
Hey.
Do you have tac gear?
Uh, no. I don't have shit.
All right, well, get dressed. We'll get you sorted out.
[door opens]
***
- [door opening] - [footsteps approaching]
Fuck. Uh...
[stammering]
[hawks, spits]
What are you looking for?
Privacy.
[chuckles]
Yeah, you ain't going to find much of that.
Yeah. I'm learning.
There's a pantry for dry goods by the galley.
Thank you.
[Two Cups groans]
[Two Cups] Oh. Oh, no.
Oh. Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
[groans]
Oh, God. Aah!
Told you don't eat before the run.
[Two Cups] Shit!
Fuck! [groaning]
[Tex] Uh-oh. He's coming in hot!
You're on the clock, Bobby!
What?
- [Two Cups groaning] - Huh?
Oh, fuck!
Don't you fucking do that!
Sorry, boss!
I mean it!
I don't have a choice!
- You do have a fucking choice! - [groans]
God Almighty.
Fuck! This is my fucking hell.
- Sorry! - [gagging]
I'm a human being!
Shit you eat. Fuck.
Stay away from the ahi poke!
Red alert!
Red alert...!
I can tolerate this in Pakistan.
I can't do this shit in Texas.
Call the quartermaster, get us a DoD house. Fuck.
All right, where's the new girl?
- Changing. - Changing what?
Clothes.
Where?
[scoffs]
You know, you don't have to dress like that anymore.
This is all I got. All my clothes are at Hood.
I can have her stuff packed up and flown out.
You on base or at an apartment?
Apartment in Killeen.
All right, make me a list of everything you need.
- I'll have it here this evening. - Yeah, write it quick, too,
'cause I need to know what you're capable of beyond flying.
[scoffs softly]
[insects trilling]
[Kyle] All right, I'm gonna let you cheat a little bit
and watch them run the course a few times.
Did, uh, First Cav work you on CQB?
No. Just SERE and holding a location.
All right, well, this is "shit hit the fan" stuff here.
Okay, when you need to know these tactics,
you really need to know 'em.
♪ low, tense music ♪
***
[creaking]
***
[opens door]
***
[gun fires]
[gunfire]
All right. Any questions?
- A bunch. - Fire away.
They're communicating through his hand on her shoulder?
Yes.
Well, it seems reckless to run in the room.
She's drawing fire and attention away from the shooter
assigned to the left near corner.
That target was eliminated before it had time to engage.
Ready to give it a try?
Not really.
Let's go. I'll run it with you.
Okay, so we're gonna run this in the front,
just like this, okay?
We're running Zev OZ9 Elites.
Extended mag will get you 22 rounds.
Crimson trace laser.
Light set to strobe. Holosun up top.
You have any experience with a reflex sight?
No.
Play any video games?
Sure.
- You ever play Call of Duty? - Yeah.
All right. Well, it's kind of like that.
Okay, yeah. This is like my target system in my bird.
Great.
Take her for a test spin.
[inserts magazine]
- Shoot faster! - What the fuck?
- Let's go! Let's go! - Shoot faster!
[pounding]
What the fuck?
You expect to get in a peaceful gunfight?
Gunfights are fucking chaos.
We got to get you to the point where the chaos bores you.
Go ahead, shoot a clear target.
- Go! - Let's go!
- [pounding] - [gunfire resumes]
- Go! Go! - Come on, let's go! Let's go!
[yelling]
That didn't take long.
All I needed was permission to ignore you.
[chuckles]
Well, this will be the only time you'll get that.
You want to run the house?
Why not?
- Run it with me. - [Bobby] Of course,
you're gonna run it with her.
Fucking love I can still make you jealous.
I am the opposite of jealous, Tracer.
The opposite of jealous is enchantment, Bobby.
No, you dumb shit,
the opposite of jealous is apathy.
You know, you could bore a hole in a fence post
and fuck it right in front of me,
and still, the only thing that I would feel would be pity
for the fucking post.
[laughs]
Hey, that's an interesting visual.
[sighs]
You lead. Hit the left door first.
Roger that.
[screeching and industrial noise blaring over speakers]
Fuck! There's one in the hall.
Well, fucking shoot it!
Move.
[noise continues blaring]
Target to my left, but I can't get a shot
without exposing myself!
Shoot what you see!
All I see is an arm!
Then shoot the arm!
[Tracer] The chest! Now!
Ready?
Wait! Do I run to the wall?
If there's one in this corner, don't aim.
Point the knuckle of your index finger
towards the target, pull the trigger.
Do not turn your body towards the target!
I don't understand! My pistol is upside down!
The pistol shoots fine upside down.
The bullet goes where your knuckle points.
[Kyle] This is a timed event, ladies.
[Tracer] I know! Let's go.
[noise continues blaring]
- [noise stops] - [panting]
♪ quiet, dramatic music ♪
***
That's you.
I can't believe that actually worked.
Yeah, it's just, uh, physics.
How is she doing?
Well, she's a helicopter pilot, doesn't know shit.
But stays cool under pressure,
takes direction fast and executes what she's told
without many questions.
That's a good place to start.
We'll run her through the simulator.
Okay.
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[Joe] You ready?
All right, what should I expect?
You don't expect anything. You just react.
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[distant gunfire]
[gunfire continues]
I don't know my mission.
[man shouts in Spanish]
- Fuck! - [man yells]
- [gunshots] - [groans]
I don't know what I'm supposed to do!
Whatever you do, just don't do it
in the middle of the fucking street.
[men shouting in distance]
- [Josie gasps] - [man shouts in Spanish]
- [gunfire] - Fuck.
This is fucking insane!
[panting]
[girl screaming]
Hey!
Let her go.
Let her go!
[panting]
What the fuck was that?
What are you, a cop?
"Let her go"?
What's that girl to you?
He was holding her hostage.
What are we, a hostage rescue team?
- Evidently not. - No.
We're a kill team.
We have targets. Eliminating our target is our mission,
and it is our only mission.
Any obstacle must be circumvented or overcome.
And how do you overcome a 16-year-old girl
with a gun to her head?
You shoot her yourself.
Then you shoot the man behind her
and then you keep running.
That's murder.
[door closing]
It's survival.
[Joe sighs]
I need another month with her, at least.
If we don't get her embedded now,
they're gonna do what they always do, Joe.
Take the path of least resistance.
Walk with me, Captain.
Have a seat.
You got the whole thing planned out?
I do.
Everyone knows their role?
You care to clue me in on mine?
You're gonna go home.
To Hood?
To Dallas.
No.
No, that's not my home.
It's your parents' home.
[Josie] We don't...
we don't have that type of relationship.
Why is that?
Mexican families are supposed to be close.
Why isn't yours?
Because you know.
You've always known.
What else do you know
that you fucking forgot to tell me?
[sighs]
I stayed away
because that's not my path.
Mm.
She knows about her father.
I don't know.
She fucking knows about her father.
- I don't know. I suspect. - What about your uncle?
Do you know your uncle?
- Have you met him? - [Joe] The one you said
you'd never met, the one you said doesn't exist.
- Have you met him? - [Josie] You're the one
who shows up at the desert, firing off questions
- about my family. - Your drug-running,
murdering, monster of a family.
[speaks Spanish]
[responds in Spanish]
- Wow. - Fuck!
Doesn't speak fucking Spanish.
Congratulations, Joe.
You just recruited a mole.
[Joe sighs] I fucking knew it.
Bobby, Tucker?
Hold her here until MPC arrives.
Wait. What?
You fucking lied to me.
You fucking lied to me!
Your fucking father is a lawyer?
You don't speak Spanish?
You think we're fucking amateurs?
We do this for a living.
I stayed away because I don't want any part
of what they do. I don't... I don't want to see it.
- I don't want to know it. - And yet you do know it.
That's the fucking problem.
I agreed to join this program
because I believe in what I do.
- I-I believe in this c-- - No. No.
You're here to protect them.
That's what you're here to do.
I joined this program because I love my country.
- Yeah? - Just like you asked. Yes!
Really, you love it enough
to put your father in prison?
'Cause that's the best of all possible outcomes for him.
What about your mother? What the fuck does she know?
Your sister? How about your cousins?
You expect me to believe that you love it enough
that you're willing to destroy
everyone and everything they ever built?
I fucking saved your life.
- All of you. - Yeah.
Now we get to return the favor.
You get one chance and one chance only.
I love my country.
Yeah, we're about to find out how much.
[sniffles]
[line ringing]
[man] Bueno.
Papá.
Josecita.
¿Cómo estás, papá?
Estoy bien.
¿Y contigo todo bien, chiquita?
[crying] No. No, papá.
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♪ dramatic music ♪
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