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This place looks
like a piñata.

Don't listen to her.

Blanca thinks rainbows
aren't colorful enough.

Patrón.

Man, hey. Look.

They're here.

Byron Molina?

Let's get to it.

Austrian efficiency.

I love it.

My uncle has a saying.
"Lo bar a to sale caro."

Cheap is expensive.

A universal truth.

And something you
need to understand

if we are going to do business.

100% uncut fentanyl.

That right there can
put an elephant down,

and I've got 65
kilos ready to go.

That's quite the shopping list.

Are you invading Poland?

Can you get what I need, or not?

Give me 24 hours.

Mm! Gracias, mamá.

- Salud!
- Salud.

Did you get that, gringuito?

You want me to
say it in English?

You wanna come over
here and say it?

Hey, that's enough.

What? You know he has it coming.

OK, why don't you
go take a walk?

Cool off.

He's so sensitive.

I didn't get a look at it,

but whatever he's
buying is heavy-duty.

Will you just let me do my job?

We're close, OK? I can
get these guys, but...

I knew it.

You're a rat.

ASAC Valentine.

Oh, hey.

The Durango Cartel?

Are you sure?

I'll be in Budapest
in eight hours.

What's going on?

Good morning, Agent Forrester.

My name is Charlotte
Linzer. CIA.

I confirmed her credentials

with the local chief of station.

All right. Is there something
I can help you with?

I certainly hope so.

Antonio Vargas,
formerly the most wanted

drug lord in the world,
currently incarcerated

at Metropolitan
Correctional Center.

FBI!

Arrested by your colleagues
in New York three years ago.

After Vargas went down,
his empire splintered.

There are several contenders
vying for the crown,

but the smart money is on
his nephew, Byron Molina.

Yeah, I've heard of him.

Wharton-educated MBA, but
more banker than narco.

Don't be fooled by
the fancy degree.

Molina is just as
violent as his uncle.

And more ambitious.

What's he doing in
Budapest? Moving weight?

As you know, Budapest is a hub

for international
arms trafficking.

Molina is here to obtain a
large consignment of weapons

and exchange them for
65 kilos of fentanyl

in a straight up trade.

There's a crew of Austrian
arms dealers behind the deal,

but we're still
trying to ID them.

What division are you
with? Special Activities?

This operation is
highly classified

and approved at the highest
levels in Washington

in partnership with the
Hungarian Defense Force.

My objective is to secure
the weapons and the fentanyl.

Except something went wrong.

I've had a NOC agent
embedded with Molina's crew

for nearly two years.

He's a singleton operative,

a deniable asset
sent in deep cover.

I'll refer to him by his
alias, Gabriel Fuentes.

Last night, Fuentes was
made by Humberto Orozco,

Molina's weapons expert.

Orozco attacked,

and they both went over
a bridge into the Danube.

Our undercover agent is
the only one that survived.

So why come to us?

Can we speak in private?

Step into my office.

With Orozco gone, Molina's
lost his weapons man.

If he can't inspect
the merchandise,

he might spike the deal.

But you already have Molina

and more than enough to
take down the Austrians,

so why do you need this
deal to go through?

I want the intelligence product.

I wanna know what
they're buying,

logistics, shipping
routes, financing,

the full picture on
how the Mexican cartels

are sourcing
weapons from Europe.

What's the ask?

I need you to go undercover.

Posing as a weapons expert.

I've checked your profile.

You've got UC experience
in Latin America,

the requisite knowledge base,

and a fully backstopped
alias we can activate.

When is this going down?

- Tonight.
- Oh, God.

It's obviously less than ideal.

But a little inter
agency cooperation

would be appreciated.

So when life gives you lemons,

come to the FBI.

Is that it?

OK.

This is your op, but
if I'm gonna do this,

I'm gonna do it my
way with my team.

Is that gonna be a problem?

On the contrary.

It'll be nice working with you.

Are you having a laugh?

Scott, you know that UC
assignments like this

take weeks of prep, not hours.

This is an
operational nightmare.

The real problem is timing.

A new face coming in
at the last minute?

How is Molina not gonna see
that as extremely coincidental?

It's too risky to wire you up.

There's not enough
time for recon

or to set up proper
surveillance.

It feels like you're about
to walk into a kill box.

Blindfolded.

I understand, but we have the
Durango Cartel in our sights,

and let's not forget about
the 65 kilos worth of fentanyl

that are gonna be
flooded into Europe.

Guys, we may never get
this opportunity again.

And like a wise man once said,
"If you're gonna shoot, shoot."

What do you need?

Amanda, I need you to
contact undercover ops.

I want my alias tighter than
a Quaker at Burning Man, OK?

On it.

OK, I can work on
IDing the Austrians.

Maybe find out where the weapons
are before the deal goes down,

get a step ahead.
- Great.

And I just got word
a few minutes ago.

ASAC Valentine's
coming to Budapest.

He's already in the air.
- Really?

OK. Let me know when he lands.

Of course.

Cam?

You've got the desk, OK?
I want you running point.

Stay close to Linzer.

- You don't trust her either?
- Mm-mm.

Stay close to her.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, Scott?

Be careful out there.

Mm.

Yo.

You're the guy?

You're not even Latino.

Well, feel free to
find somebody else.

Look, I know you've been
UC with narcos before.

Right? Bolivia, Italy.

I'm sure you're good
at whatever you do.

But if Molina doesn't
like the way you talk,

your clothes, your face,

he will cut out your
liver and feed it to you.

What happened to Orozco?

The weapons expert. I
never got that full story.

How'd you sell that to Molina?

I told him what happened.

Orozco came at me,

we hit the water,
he broke his neck.

I checked for a pulse
and he was gone.

We're on.

Wait here.

You're American?

That's right.

Florida.

Arizona.

Little town on the
border called Bisbee.

Oh, you're a long way from home.

Byron always wants me with him

when he travels.

Byron.

Bye, baby.

This is the guy
I told you about.

- Get your hands off me.
- Whoa, Byron. Come on.

Joshua Buckner. Ex-Army.

Special Forces snake
eater turned PMC.

Somalia.

Yemen.

Ukraine.

Found my LinkedIn. Good for you.

Everything about you
checks out on paper, but...

I always like to
look under the hood

before I make a purchase.

An AR-15.

Fairly basic.

If you are really
a weapons expert,

you should be able
to assemble it.

- Mm.
- No problem.

You can't be serious.

30 seconds.

You know, I've never really
shot someone in the eye before.

Kind of excited to
see what happens.

20 seconds.

15 seconds.

Assemble the weapon.

I can't.

This is the wrong cam pin
for the bolt carrier group.

It's for an AR-10.

What else you got?

I'll be in touch.

Hey, I got something.

I scrubbed the CCTV
from the ruin pub

trying to find a face for one
of our Austrian traffickers.

Any luck?

That doesn't really
help us, Agent Raines.

Push in on his left hand, Kyle.

The case he's carrying?

His watch... that's a
Carl Suchy & Sohne piece.

Limited series. Only
five are produced a year.

I made a few calls, back
traced the purchase,

found a name.

I know that face.
Matthias Trauner.

He's been on Europol's
radar for a few years.

Ostensibly, he sells
industrial ag equipment,

but his real trade is weaponry.

Oh, three years ago,
Trauner was suspected

of selling man portable air
defense systems, or MANPADs,

to Houthi rebels in Yemen.

Surface-to-air missiles
that can take out

low-flying aircraft and be
fired by a single person.

Looks like Molina
is leveling up.

I'll do a deeper
dive on Trauner.

Amanda.

No te preocupes por eso.

Te sacaré cuando sea
el momento adecuado.

Ya está aprobado.

Y yo ten go autoridad
de ejecución.

¿Me entiendes?

- Get anything?
- She's planning something.

I don't know what, but Fuentes
didn't seem happy about it.

She said the words
"execute authority."

- Jubal!
- Hey, Cam.

Did not expect to see you today.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, well,
a source in Langley

clued me in that the CIA was
working the Durango Cartel.

Soon as I heard, I
got my ass on a plane.

Not trying to overstep.

No, we could use an extra hand.

OK, great. Andre,
how you doing, man?

- All good, man.
- Good, good, good.

Smitty.

You are full of
surprises, Valentine.

Oh, I don't know about
that. Great to see you.

Hey, guys.

And you must be
Amanda Tate, right?

I've heard great things.

Um, hi. Jubal Valentine.

I'm the ASAC at the
New York field office.

- Ah. Good to meet you.
- Yeah, you too.

OK. I need to talk to Scott.

- Follow me.
- Thanks.

Scott, this is huge.

The Durango Cartel
has been reeling

ever since we put Vargas away,

but that hydra has
more than a few heads.

Taking Byron Molina
off the board

would send the whole
organization into chaos.

So you actually saw him
face-to-face, right?

I did.

The deal is I
inspect the weapon,

I get 200k worth of
crypto in return.

But once we get
eyes on the merch,

we'll take down Molina,
grab up the weapons.

Look, timing's gonna be tight,

but it's a pretty
straightforward op.

Well, there's nothing
straight about this one, man.

Policy hawks in Washington
have been beating the drum

on designating drug cartels
as terrorist organizations,

and they want to escalate
tactics accordingly.

They want military
options on the table?

Yeah, I mean, think about it.

We got CIA running an
op on a crew of narcos,

a bunch of trigger-pullers
on standby, no DEA liaison.

I don't know what they
got planned, but, uh

we didn't put Osama bin
Laden on trial, right?

OK, well, thank you
for the heads-up,

but, you know, you
could have just called.

What's the rush to get out here?

Uh

Uh, you knew Rina, right?

Rina Trenholm?
- Rina Trenholm?

Your old colleague?

The one that Antonio
Vargas killed?

I'm confused.

Hey, this is Special
Agent Jubal Valentine.

I need an ambulance at the
300 block of Chamberlain.

I have an agent who's been shot.

Yeah, but she wasn't
just my colleague.

She

we were together.

What Vargas did to my team...

What he did to Rina,

I'm here because I swore

I would do everything I could

to put the Durango Cartel
in the dirt for good.

You know, this isn't
just a trafficking case.

This is a war for America,

and for me.

You still haven't
answered my question.

Remind me.

What division are you with?

I'm a case officer.
Counterterrorism Center.

So you are with
Special Activities.

Ground Branch? Renditions,
assassinations, exfils...

I mean, everything
off-book, no fingerprints.

Did you just drag my
team into a black op?

I get you're in a tough spot.

This operation is highly
classified and approved.

Oh, I remember that part.

You know, guess
I'm just wondering

what kind of operation would
require "execute authority."

How did you

hmm.

Ah.

- What are you not...
- Cam.

Maybe we wanna
take this offline?

The game is changing.

The cartels are getting
more and more sophisticated.

Infrastructure, resources,
finances, firepower.

And the violence is spilling
over to American soil.

The emerging consensus
in Washington

is that we need to
expand the battle space.

You are talking about
designating the cartels

as terrorist organizations!

Not just talking about it.

Testing the proposition.

Drug trafficking requires
law enforcement solutions,

not just tanks rolling
in the streets!

You are looking at this
through a coffee straw.

Fentanyl alone killed over
100,000 Americans last year.

Do you have any idea
how many 9/11s that is?

The Mexican cartels
are operating

at the level of a nation-state,

so it behooves us to
treat them as such.

So this op is what?

A pilot program?
A fascism dry run?

You know, I looked at your CV.

It's, um, pretty impressive.

Makes me wonder why
you're content to

be stuck at this desk
playing hall monitor.

OK, you don't know her.

That's not necessary. OK?

How far are you
prepared to take this?

I mean, you've got a roll-up
crew in my conference room

just waiting to get spun up.

What is your end game?

And don't you dare tell
me it's classified.

OK.

I won't tell you.

What is going on?

I don't know what
she has in mind.

No, I am talking
about you, Jubal.

Are you OK with this?

Because it is not clear to
me whose side you're on.

Cam, we... we don't
have the ball here.

Our job is to... to
block and tackle.

And yes,

I would like a little
more transparency.

But...

We've got to let
this play out.

Scott just got word from Molina.

They're ready.
- Great.

The Austrians?

They couldn't fulfill the order.

So they're negotiating how
to make up for the shortfall.

Molina's hashing it out
with them right now.

Let's do this.

RGW90 ASM Man-Portable
Air Defense System.

German-made shoot-and-scoot.

Integrated automated
control system.

Six-klick kill range
with a 1.5-kilo

blast-fragmentation
warhead at the top.

Comes with a multispectral
optical seeker.

Three different channels

capable of tracing
the heat buildup

in the wings and fuselage
due to air resistance.

How many of these you getting?

More than one.

Sweet. Warheads on foreheads.

Whoo. Works.

Hey, one more thing.

If you need another man at the
exchange, happy to pitch in.

Don't worry about it.

Looks like the hard part's over.

Stay in position
until he gets clear

and then head back to the Hub.

Solid copy.

Good job today, Florida.

Byron sent me to give you this.

Your payout.

He also send you
over here to work me?

Bat your eyes, ask
me some questions?

Everyone's a traitor
until proven otherwise.

Including you?

Everyone's got their secrets.

I'll bite.

What's mine?

Mm.

You're scared.

You're afraid to
say the wrong thing,

wear the wrong dress.

You're living a lie,

and you are terrified
that he's gonna catch on.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

What does he got on you?

Back in Arizona,
you got a family?

Do you have a kid?

Is he holding you hostage?
What if I could get...

Blanca.

El patrónwants you.

What do you think you're doing?

She's an American
citizen, a civilian.

I don't think she
wants to be here.

What if we could get her out?
- She's playing you.

Blanca might have
been innocent once,

but those days are long gone.

That's not what I see.

Look, you played your part.

Now let it go.

Stay away from Blanca.
Stay away from the meet.

Are you kidding me?

You need me there.

You... you are going
to be surrounded,

cut off from everything.

I said, let it go.

I put a magnetic geotracker
in the sample weapon

that I tested.

Tracker's at a warehouse two
miles outside of Budapest.

OK, so this is where the
Austrians are keeping

the full consignment, yeah?

Yeah. We'll have HNP
grab up the weapons

and we will take Molina
and his team down.

Have Fuentes...
- No.

What do you mean no?

We have more than enough
to take this man down

and have him go to prison
for the rest of his life.

You wanna risk a firefight here?

If we take them separately,
we have more control

over...
- I am not moving preemptively.

I need all elements
in the same place

the narcos, arms dealers,
weapons, and the fentanyl.

Just tell us exactly
what you are planning.

Why do you need them
all in the same place?

Because I'm going to
launch a missile...

And blow them all to hell.

I have been authorized to
transfer operational control

of an American MQ-9 Reaper drone

to the Hungarian military
at Papa Air Force Base.

Once we have the location
for the exchange,

the Hungarians will launch
the Reaper on my word.

As soon as it's in range,

the drone will fire an
AGM-114 Hellfire missile.

This is not a capture mission.

This is a kinetic operation

designed to inflict
maximum damage.

You have no idea where
the meet is going down.

What about civilians?

Trauner always does his
business in remote areas.

I don't imagine him
switching it up now.

Fuentes has been briefed.

He's got plenty of
time to get clear.

Blowing up Molina
isn't gonna put a dent

in the cartel's supply lines
or production capacities.

We need to make
arrests, get evidence,

and move up the chain.

She doesn't wanna
move up the chain.

She wants to vaporize it.

This isn't about the cartel,

this is about
making a statement.

Am I wrong?

You know, the question
is, when does it stop?

If we drop a bomb here,

why not the Russian
mob in Brighton Beach,

or the biker gangs
in Tulsa, hmm?

I've confirmed
with my superiors.

My orders are crystal clear.

So either get on board,
or get out of my way.

Scott.

Hey, she's not wrong.

We don't really
have a choice here.

Are you kidding me? This
is Hungary, not Yemen.

We can't just be dropping bombs.

What do you want me to do?

Fly to Washington, change
policy in four hours?

Molina is acquiring
military-grade weapons.

It looks like we're
responding in kind.

Weapons are on the move.

They're heading
southwest out of Budapest

on the M7 motorway.

That is farm country. They
could be headed anywhere.

I may have something.

Five years ago, Matthias
Trauner bought up

a few acres of land surrounding
an abandoned Soviet army base

that's been a ghost
town for 40 years now.

Yeah, that looks like
a place to do business

115 kilometers from Budapest.

This is probably
where it's going down.

My team will post up
near the location site

and provide visual
confirmation of the weapons.

As soon as we have
eyes on the cargo,

I'll call in the missile strike.

We're going too.

- Agent Forrester...
- We are going!

You're going with them.

You are restricted to
recon for civilians.

Understood? You
are not to engage.

Got it.

Why don't you just focus on
not starting World War III?

I'll have Smitty and
Andre meet you there.

But are we really doing this?

I don't think we have a choice.

Let's gear up.

Just reconned the south
side of the village.

Looks empty, but unless
we go door-to-door,

we can't be sure there
aren't squatters.

Coast is clear this side too.

- The narcos?
- No movement so far.

I didn't think you
were the kind of guy

to stand on the sidelines.

Come on, Scott. Not now.

I know you want
justice for Rina.

I'm not gonna stand
in the way of that.

But this? This is wrong.

We've been over this.

Linzer is working
with the Hungarians.

She has carte blanche.

Look, that's how
you want to play it,

I'm gonna roll with you.

But you know this is
not how we do things.

Look, I get the moral issue.

I do.

But those bastards have taken
a lot of American lives,

including someone
I was very close to

who got shot a foot
in front of me.

So I am sorry if I am not
gonna go out of my way

to make sure they're all right.

Scott. Weapons are approaching.

Satellite feed shows two
cars and one cargo truck.

We got headlights incoming.

Got eyes on Trauner and five
other fighting-aged males.

What about Molina?

Yeah, yeah. He just
showed his face.

All players are in the field.
- What about the weapons?

I need visual confirm.

I got eyes on the merch.

Counting four containers.
- Yeah. Do it.

Hold on.

Damn it!

Blanca Rivas is on-site.

I repeat, we have a U.S.
non-combatant on the ground.

We have to abort now.
- Negative, negative.

Rivas is still
considered a hostile.

We are still green.
- What?

Are you crazy?
She is a civilian.

I have my orders.

Drone has been launched,
Agent Forrester.

Hold your position.

Well, how much time do we have?

Ten minutes until it's within
range and fires the missile.

Hold your position.

Pretty sure I'm
gonna regret this.

I'm going to get her.
- OK, wait. Scott, Scott.

There is an innocent person
who is about to be incinerated.

You can stay here if you want,
but I'm going to do my job.

Forrester, do you copy?

Forrester?

He just went off comms.

He's going in.

We got three.

Go, go, go.

Get out. Come on.

Cameron?

HNP just forwarded the autopsy
results for Humberto Orozco.

Now, Fuentes said that
he died on impact.

These results say that
Orozco was forcibly drowned.

Contusions on his neck and face.

They're calling it a homicide.

How well do you know this guy?

- What are you doing?
- Listen to me.

We're in the FBI.

We know you wanna
get out of here.

We're gonna help protect you.
- No. No!

You can't. You're not
supposed to be here.

Lady, we got to move our asses.

Blanca, you got to trust
me. OK? Look at me.

We're gonna get you out of here.

Please just go.

You're gonna ruin everything.

I told you, let it go.

Fuentes, what the
hell are you doing?

You just couldn't
let it go, could you?

You had to go all
Captain America.

Put the gun down.

Hey, Vo, you seeing this?

Fuentes has a gun on him.

What the hell is going on?

No.

That's not... he wouldn't.

I told you to stay away.

You weren't supposed to be here.

I'm trying to get
us both out of here.

And this is our chance.

You two are gonna
fake your death,

take the money, and
make a clean escape?

Scott ordered us to stay put,

but we have to do
something here.

- Hey, what's the call, Vo?
- Hold position!

That drone is still inbound.

It'll reach firing
range in seven minutes.

Call the missile off
so I can get them out.

Linzer!

We can provide protection
for you and Blanca.

The only way for us to be
safe is if we disappear.

Fuentes, don't do this.

Gabe?

Gabe.

Shots fired. Shots fired!

- Cam, we need to go in now!
- Negative!

That missile is still
coming! Do not engage!

I am not losing my
whole team tonight!

Four minutes.

Call the strike off
right the hell now!

They can still get out.

Get down.

Alto! Cease fire!

Whoever is out there,
put down your weapons.

It's over.
- We can't.

You have no idea
what he'll do to us.

We don't have any other choice.

We're coming out!

Blanca?

What the hell is going on here?

Molina, listen to me.

I'm a federal agent.
We're both with the FBI.

Get down on the ground.

What if there's another way?

Linzer, all they need
is a distraction.

Make the call.

A missile?

America doesn't drop
bomb on allied nations.

You're bluffing.
- I wish I were.

But in about two
minutes, it's gonna drop

and we're all gonna be
nothing but that pink dust.

He's telling the truth.

We have very little time.

I don't believe you.

I'm gonna take my
time with these two.

But you, I am not gonna waste
more than one single bullet.

Sorry, brother.

Time to meet God.

Go, go, go. Get behind the car.

Down. Get down.

Scott, bring a car.

- Gabe!
- Are you okay?

Yeah.

Hey, Fuentes!

What?

- I'm out.
- Aww, damn it.

- Oh.
- Put your weapons down now!

You guys good?

Yeah. Let's go round
these pricks up.

- Yeah.
- Get down!

Hands up!

Drop your weapon!

- Get down. Now.
- On the ground now!

No! No!

No, no, no.

You're not dying
on me, you scumbag.

Just got an update.

Fentanyl and the weapons

are being shipped to
the U.S. for evidence.

- Molina?
- Touch and go.

But it looks like he'll live.

Are you gonna say
anything about Fuentes?

He made a choice.

Asset attrition is
a part of the job.

An acceptable risk.

You didn't get the
outcome you wanted.

But at least you
did the right thing.

I got exactly the
outcome I wanted.

This was just a warning shot.

Now the world knows how far
America is prepared to go.

The Rubicon's been crossed.
There's no going back.

Well, except after Caesar
crossed the Rubicon,

he turned Rome into
a dictatorship.

Is that what you want?

Nice working with you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hi. Could I get a lager?

Thank you.

So...

Molina's gonna make it.

He's gonna be in the
ICU for about a week

and then he'll be extradited to

the Metropolitan Correctional
Facility in Manhattan.

Hmm.

Blanca Rivas is gonna be the
star witness in the case.

- Yeah?
- Yep.

So yeah, man, we put a pretty
big dent in the Durango Cartel.

Thank you.

You know what? I'm starting
to think that I, uh

wasn't really
looking for justice.

I wanted revenge.

I was hoping the CIA would
do the dirty work for me.

You might have picked,
uh, picked up on that.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Well, I appreciate you

trying to help me
get my head straight.

You would've done the
same for me, brother.

Yeah.

Yeah, I don't know, I...

I just couldn't really
see it, you know?

Not until I saw Molina
lying there bleeding out

and I actually thought
for a half a second...

I should let this guy die.

All the misery him and his uncle

have brought into
the world, and,

and then I thought of Rina.

You know, who she was,
what she stood for.

I figured she'd want me to
stand for the same thing.

You would've liked her.
- Mm.

She used to... she used to
say, "Sing in the shower.

"Start your day
off on a good note,

"because there's a good chance

things are going to go
downhill after that."

Mm.

And I still do it every morning.

And I'll tell you what.
It is a God-awful sound.

It really is.

You ever heard the sound
of a sheep getting sheared?

I could imagine.

It's very guttural and
it's not a pretty sound.

On this job, we see a lot of
people leave the Earth early.

And a lot of times...
- Yep.

They deserve it.

But Rina?

Still haven't
figured that one out.

To Rina.

To Rina.