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You know what?

Fuck Rivera!

And fuck the Sonora Cartel!

Think they can dictate terms
to us and the Babas.

That primitive shit
may work on the Mexicans

but it doesn't work
in Eastern Europe

Let's get the fuck out of here,
man.

A storm is coming.

Hey! Asshole!

Alright, on my count,
go, go, go.

Clear.

Watch that corner.

Hands, let me see your hands.

Got you...

Stuck up.

Hey, move it, gringo.

- Hey, John.
- Hola, chica.

- Do you guys need anything? No?
- We'll be fine, thanks, we're cool.

You hear that song? In terms of the latest
narco quarter that we're interested in,

that was set up by El Mini Oso.

Now, interestingly enough, it's
been taken over by Felix Camarena.

Oso was an ex-cop who at the
time of Camarena's first arrest

ran the Puente Grande
Mexican prison.

Oso made sure to help set up
Camarena's first prison break.

I'm not sure who helped him
the second time around really.

But Camarena did
return the favor.

In February,
my team raided his compound.

As you may, or may not know
when we got in there

we encountered severe resistance,
got into a big gun fight.

I ended up killing El Mini Oso.

We had 200 million dollars
in cash, some Euros,

over 100 big exotic cats,
200 firearms, most of them FA,

and 150 tons of cocaine.

- I ended that motherfucker.
- That's why I'm here, John.

You killed the bear. I don't need
to tell you about your reputation

on both sides of the law.

The cartels know that you're
someone to be reckoned with

and the FBI and ICE know that
as a purported agent of the DEA,

you're also in bed with the CIA.

- Do you need to get that?
- Fuck no.

Look, I'm here, off the books, because
I need to reactivate a cold asset.

My brother, if I get back in,

there's 1,000 motherfuckers
that are gonna die,

good guys and bad guys,

and I'm gonna end up being the
bad guy, and I don't want that.

In the past several weeks

ICE has been picking up more and more
OTM's along Sonora smuggling routes.

ICE runs across them all the time.
Mexicans being smuggled in all the time.

Nuh-uh, not like this.

Two days ago ICE picked up two
OTM's along the Texas border.

This close to making it across.

But your Native American friends
working the routes that night

noticed something
different about these two.

Let me guess,
you got a hit like an OTM.

Two hits. Two known
Islamic extremists, John.

Two of the three main players
responsible for blowing Crimea A-450

out of the sky over
Syria last year.

As you know the CIA in concert
with the DEA and the FBI

have been after these animals.

Each belong to different groups though.
Split between Al-Nusra Front and Hezbollah.

So you're talking high level,
high value targets.

Wow. I'm interested,
tell me more.

DOJ has reasons to believe that these guys
are attempting to form an unholy alliance

with the narco terrorists
along our borders.

Same cartels that create
men like El Mini Oso.

Now the agreement
is simple in theory.

Their caliphate will supply the cartels
if the cartels use their smuggling routes

to sneak terrorist cells
into the US undetected.

The FBI doesn't want it and the
CIA can't do anything about it

once they land on US soil.

And that leaves the DEA.

And that brings you to me.

You're the best wet mechanic
out there, John, and a...

very unique asset,
straddling both worlds,

the CIA and the DEA.

Okay, so...

I'm gonna need
something actionable.

There is a meeting taking place, marking
the marriage between these groups,

- making it official.
- Where is the meeting taking place?

Neutral ground. But the exact
location, we don't know.

Stay and drink with us, baby.
Don't be shy.

Okay, so here's the deal.

If I'm coming in to do this,
I need resources.

I want to pick my own team,

I want my own equipment,
my own gear,

and I'll need a jet to tote me
and my team around.

So I guess you're back.

My account info, same as usual.

And I want to talk
to the OTM tonight.

Now if you'll excuse me.

Just stay, relax.

- Hey, Maria, Maria.
- Hi, papi.

- How's my baby.
- Who's this guy?

- How's my baby girl?
- Not that good.

- Not that good, what's happening?
- Because of them.

- Really?
- Hey, who the fuck are you?

- Do you guys know this is my baby?
- Your baby?

- But you know what, it seems to me...
- Seems that what?

- Is this your beer?
- Yeah.

- Hey, ese.
- He took your beer, man.

It seems to me that
you're bothering her.

Stay down, bitch.

I was never here.
You understand that, right?

- Hello.
- Zara, it's me.

John, wow,
it's been a long time.

How's Mexico or wherever
you're living these days?

I'm coming back home,
good old USA.

I need your help for something.

Alright, let's try an easy one.
Where are you from?

I don't speak English.

Ah, yes.
You don't speak English.

This is me speaking English.

This is me speaking Spanish.
Better?

Let's talk in Spanish.

Okay. Go ahead.

Coyote of the Cartel, yes?

Your tattoos say you're Sonora,
no?

Yes, Sonora.

Okay,
I see you recognize the word.

So, probably you didn't
count on me grabbing you.

And because you were trained
to sit tight and not say a word,

then you'll probably be
kicked loose by dawn

because that's where our current
administration makes all of us act.

You didn't count on my Native
American brothers grabbing you...

and I'm sure they took one look
at you and saw you a mile away.

You're an Arab.

You're no Mexican.

Just as I see it now.

Your clothes ill-fitting. Eh, you
look kind of Yemeni with a neck scarf.

But your friend in the other
room, he's not from there, is he?

No. I am alone.

I do not know the other man.

Of course you do,
he's already rolled on you.

How do you think I
know you're Yemeni.

You know?

He tells me that the Al-Qaeda
and the Arabian peninsula...

are very active.

But you guys aren't usually found
hanging out with the Al-Nusra Front.

AQAP working with Daish, yeah?

This tells me that
you and your pal

aren't really trial running
anything to set up smuggling routes.

This tells me...
you're forward negotiators

setting the stage for something
big that's about to happen.

I do not speak English.

Man, that's some funny shit.

I also know who caught
the eye of the border agents

when they nabbed you guys.

See, Native Americans
are experts at tracking...

and the thing with it is you weren't
sneaking in from Mexico to the US.

You were sneaking
out of the US into Mexico.

You were already here.

So tell me your name,

tell me the name of
your contact in Mexico

and finally tell me exactly where the
real meeting is taking place and when.

My name is Abdulah Al-Hamdani.

Our contact in Mexico is the
head of the Sonora drug cartel.

He wanted to show us
his southern border operations.

So you were kind of inspecting the
routes, right? For the corridors?

We were making an
alliance of convenience.

Yeah, I understand that.

Mexico isn't really interesting
enough without AQAP and Daish.

We have enough desert back home.

Yes, you do, and that's why I
know you're still lying to me.

You're here for an easier way into the
US. Something with less eyes on it.

With more sand.

Something further away,
but still a hub, a port,

with a history of trafficking
as well as religion.

Your contact in Mexico
was Jose Rivera.

But that's not where
the meeting is taking place.

- How do you know his name?
- Rivera's the head of Sonora cartel.

And if you're making a deal with
any cartel, it's with Sonora.

You want the access to
their extensive rain time,

subterranean land and
air smuggling route.

And you like the fact
that they're brutal.

Rivera's expanding into Turkey.

How could you
possibly know that?

'Cause I've been in Mexico
for a long time working Rivera.

He hasn't been in Mexico,
he's been in Turkey.

And he's been taking out
all the heroin godfathers...

one by one by one.

You see a storm's coming.

So other than a switch
from the Agency to the Bureau,

you haven't changed a bit
since last time I saw you.

I could say the same thing
about you, John.

Still wearing the Rolex.

Yeah, it's platinum. I got this
from finest girl I ever had.

- Yeah, from me.
- Yeah, it was you.

- How you been?
- I'm alright. You know me.

Yeah, I know you.

So, you really think this meeting is
taking place in Istanbul and not Mexico?

I mean,
I never really believe intel.

You believe intel, we used to say,
and that's the key to death, you know.

You can never trust intel.
But that's what they say.

Okay.

I'll write it up and pass it on
over to our old CIA contacts.

Baby, that's not why
I asked you to come.

I was thinking I might get you
to come back on my team.

Oh, I figured...

You've been reactivated.

We need one more person
to complete our three-man team.

Better if somebody's kind of internal,
maybe with Agency connections,

not really DEA or FBI.

What do you propose we do?
This three-man team of yours.

You know we find folks,
we interview 'em.

If we like 'em we give 'em
a box of chocolates.

- If we don't, we kill 'em.
- And then?

And then...

I will do my thing.

I thought those
days were behind us.

No, man, our best days
are ahead of us, girl.

I need a good SIGN guy who can
provide me with minute-by-minute intel

and some real time images.

These days you're
talking drones.

- So what do you need me for?
- I need you by my side to watch my six,

and do what you do best.

His name's Matthew Sharp.
SIGN all the way...

but five years
of HUMINT training before that.

How long with the Agency?

- Fifteen years.
- Before that?

Army, Special Forces.

Doesn't have much else
in his jacket about that.

Yeah, probably wouldn't.

Believe this guy? He's late.

He picked the time
and the place.

Yeah.

Uh, John, that thing's
coming in pretty low.

I think it's locked
on to your truck.

Shit, he's locked on to my car.

John.

- Let him go.
- But it's carrying an AR.

- John.
- Let him go.

Okay, that got my attention.

John.

John.

- You must be Sharp?
- You must be John Harmon.

Yeah, I'm Harmon, but I'm still
waiting for the answer to my question.

Yeah, Matthew Sharp.

That's some pretty nice piloting you did
out there. I might have a job for you.

So Rivera's group has moved into Puerto
Rico to try to grab the heroin trade.

Drugs come in to the states through smuggling
corridors in Arizona, Texas, and California.

They're shipped to New Mexico then
trucked to the eastern seaboard.

At the FBI, we have a saying
that applies to Puerto Rico.

No customs, no problem.

See that's what it's about.

I mean, they have a
situation now where...

it's kind of very distinct,
you know.

'Cause US territory means that any
shipments departing the United States

are not required
to clear customs.

So shipping the drugs to the
eastern seaboard from Puerto Rico

is easier than using the
established smuggling cartel routes

and trucking the
stuff across country.

And now that Rivera's
controlling it,

he's trying to set up a new situation.
He's trying to set up a new supply.

And I think that's what
this meeting's about.

The company's well aware of the
ambitions of Rivera and others like him.

But until it leaves our borders
it's DEA and FBI territory.

Intel has really shown us
unequivocally and absolutely

that Rivera is joining forces
with the Islamic fundamentalists.

And there's where he'll get new
supply, new man power, new routes.

Al-Mujahid is gonna get them
all their quarters

which gives them new access...

to bring anybody and
anything they want...

into the US, and that's scary.

Istanbul.

If it's good enough for the heroin
trade, it's good enough for Rivera.

We all know that
devout believers,

real believers of all faiths,

have nothing to do with the rise in
violence across the world, but...

that doesn't mean that we
shouldn't do anything to stop it.

In my book,
it makes it our duty to stop it.

That's right. We don't give a fuck
about anybody's fucking religion.

We don't care about what their
ethnicity is, we don't care.

We let everybody do what they want. It's
like the great Genghis Khan once said,

"Practice your own religion,
but pay tax to me."

It's like a monkey trying
to fuck a football now, really.

This whole thing,
it's just a fucking mess.

Anyway, my intel
is telling me right now that...

Rivera's supposedly
holding a summit.

Supposed to be a big meeting
within the next 48 hours.

It's my job to stop
that meeting from happening.

First, we need a car.

Let's see.

Looks like I found
the perfect one.

Rivera collects
vintage American cars.

How's a canary yellow
Camaro sound to you?

It's a little small
but it'll stand out.

Sharp, you in position?

In position.

Rivera's pulling up now.

Is our other party close?

Not yet.

Good, I'm getting into position,
Zara's heading inside now.

Zara, you copy?

Go, Harmon.

What's your 20?

At the elevators, eighth floor.

Stay put I'm coming
in the side door.

Sharp, I need you to look into
target room on the eighth floor.

I'm on it.

Come on, where are you?

Sharp?

Still looking.

Who the fuck are you?

Sharp, you're killing me.

Gotcha.

Harmon, room 826.

Zara, get me clearance
on the other side.

- Good afternoon, ma'am. How can I help?
- Could you connect me to room 825?

Of course, ma'am. May I have
the name of your guest please?

- O'Sullivan.
- O'Sullivan.

- 825.
- 825, 825...

I'm very sorry, ma'am,
but this room is vacant.

Can I have the name
of your party again?

O'Sullivan. Let me just check and
make sure I have the right room.

It will help,
thank you very much.

825.

- Vacant, it's all yours, Harmon.
- Copy that. Sharp are we covered?

Like white on rice.

825.

I got my eyes on you, Harmon.
All good.

No answer, I'll have to check back
in a few. Sorry for the bother.

No problem.

No, no.

My friend... just you and me.

You should go. It's enough.

I'll go with you.

You two watch the lobby
and you make sure that Mr. Rauf

makes it back to the Palace
Hotel without incident, okay.

Let's go.

Harmon, you got company.
Sending you an image now.

- Alright, stand by.
- Jefe...

they are on their way up now.

It's enough. I'll go with you.

You two watch...

Ayan Al-Mujahid. Former
number two man, Hezbollah,

in charge of the bomb makers.

Fully assumed control
back in September

after the US drone strike
took out his brother.

His whereabouts is,
at the moment, unknown.

Looks like we just found him.
Gate four.

At last, no more middlemen.

I trust the plane was
satisfactory, right?

I see you already met my
assistants. Belicio, Augustine.

- Why are they here?
- I told you, they are my assistants.

They're nothing but killers.

Yes, and they happen to be
very good at what they do.

Do you have problem with that?

What's wrong with you?
Do you have a problem, asshole?

Shut up!

Sure, no problem, jefe.

What the fuck is that?

What is what?

Is that a camera?

Ayan, we aren't in the desert.

This is a five star hotel

on some of the most expensive
stretch of land in Istanbul.

Something is not right here.

Ayan.

Ayan.

You don't think that I...

that I'm surveilling you
without your knowledge here?

I think you're acting maybe
a little paranoid, my friend.

Rivera, it's not paranoia
if they are really after you.

And I'm not your friend.

I am, however, used to
things not going to plan.

People dying because of what I
believe needs to be done for my cause.

The merging of your organization and ours
is beneficial to both of us in many ways.

However,
just because I need your help,

it doesn't mean I don't think of
you as nothing more than an infidel

that I'd rather see dead
and buried in the sand.

This should cover
the plane you sent.

I'm heading back to the Palace
Hotel to check on the package.

The meeting will take place
as previously discussed.

At your compound by
the Rumeli Feneri.

If any other suspicious events
will occur between now and then...

I can assure you of two things.

One,
the meeting will not take place.

And two, the last face that you'll
see before you are buried in the sand

will be mine, smiling.

Mujahid is now on
his way to the lobby.

They bought it.
Nice flying, Sharp.

Time to get the
fuck out of here.

Just go down to the lobby and make sure
nothing suspicious happens while you do.

Get someone out and ask
who's flying that fucking drone.

Zara, give me coordinates
on my secure site...

and an accurate schematic,
if you can.

Soon as you log the
time for the meeting.

Copy that.

Sharp, I'm gonna beat Al-Mujahid.
Meet me back at the safe house.

Copy that.

What's Rivera's
Camaro doing here?

The drone.

There, come on.

Shit.

Harmon, I've been made.

I got two players
at the elevators.

There's a third in
the elevator with him.

Good to know they're
out numbered.

He's heading to his car.

Yeah, I know.

It's his car, alright.

- I'm calling Rivera.
- Yeah, okay.

Did you take this car?

Looks like time for phase two.

Jefe, we gotta go now.

Harmon, Rivera's on the move.

Follow him. But if he suspects
you, back off and then go.

We're just setting a hook,
not scaring him.

Copy that. I'll keep peaking him
'til you do.

Then I'll get gone.

One hundred Euro.

There's one just like it
if you follow that black car.

And a third if you forget
you ever picked me up.

I don't know what you're talking
about. I'm on my lunch break, so...

That's what I like to hear.

Tell me, have any of
you noticed the tail?

Since the hotel.

Lose him, lose him now.

Game on.

They finally picked me up.
How are you doing with Rivera?

He hasn't spotted me yet. We're heading
east. I'm thinking Zariyash district.

That's a good bet. I'm gonna
turn up the heat a little bit.

You back off and meet me
at the safe house in 30 minutes.

Copy that, out.

Okay, lunch break's over. New
destination, Zariyash district.

I'll tell you where to go
when we get closer.

Sure like doing business
with you, ma'am.

- The tail is turning around.
- In the cab?

S�.

Must be the Arabs.

I'm not sure what kind of game
Ayan is trying to play with me.

Put the Turkish team
from the hotel on the cab.

And no more fuckups this time.
Understand?

- Claro.
- Good.

Analyzing voice patterns.

It's not paranoia if they
are really after you.

Synthesizing voice
for Al-Mujahid.

- Ayan.
- Rivera.

I warned you about doing
anything suspicious, didn't I?

Ayan, I don't have the slightest
idea what you're talking about

and why you call me
on an unsecure line.

- Do you own a yellow Camaro?
- You know I do.

Please tell me why it's
following me at this moment.

- Who has my car?
- What?

- Who has my car?
- It's at the compound. Why?

Because this guy
is telling me in this moment

that my car is following him.

It's impossible.

Ayan, I have no idea
who is following you in my car.

I warned you that anymore bullshit
and I call off the meeting.

Are you telling me?

Yeah, I swear.

- Harmon, go.
- The safe house, boss.

Good, Zara's right behind you.
I'll be there in 10.

- They take the bait?
- What do you think?

Harmon, speak to me.

We're gonna need to
get rid of the car.

- Harmon, go.
- It's Beck.

Of all the people for Rivera
to be partnering with,

Ayan Al-Mujahid is one
of the most dangerous, Beck.

That's why he's CIA territory.
That's all I can say.

And you would know?

Yes, even though I'm not
CIA I think I would know.

But there's another objective
because there usually is.

As I already told you,
I'm not CIA, so I wouldn't know.

And as I am also not working
for the Agency,

I'm just a reactivated asset,

maybe you could tell me why.

Why? Because we would be
searching all over Mexico

to find this location if it
wasn't for you and your team.

So why did you reactivate me?

Because you killed the bear, John. And
now I need you to kill someone else.

Al-Mujahid and Jose Rivera are gonna
seal this fucking deal tomorrow night

unless I act on this
intel right away.

What do you have
to say about that?

I've got a delta team en route to
handle that very problem for you.

Like you said, Hawk,
we don't need you or your team

to end up being the villain
if this thing goes south.

You did what you needed to do,
pinpoint and locate the meeting.

Now it's time to do
what you do best, alone.

You know if I remember
correctly, Beck...

you came to me hat in hand.
You begged me to help.

Look, I'm here, off the books,

because I need to
reactivate a cold asset.

I had my reservations,
but I agreed.

All I asked was at the time
you be straight with me.

And somehow,
in the back of my mind...

I'm getting this strange
little voice telling me...

they're not being
straight with you.

And I don't think you are.

And I was, John.
Just think about it.

The money,
the resources, the team.

Now I'm tasking you with another
objective. Comes from the top.

You're the CIA's best wet mechanic,
and you're already in country.

That was no accident, okay?

Who is the target?

Is the real target Al-Mujahid?

- No.
- Is the target in that room?

Yes.

Do you want my
team to stand down?

Yes.

- So you want me to act alone.
- Yes.

- Who is the target?
- Abdul Rauf.

You know the name, John. The
third Crimea Airlines bomber.

The one who actually made the
bomb that took down the plane

with 238 innocent
people on board.

Welcome to Crimea Flight A-450.

Please step out of the aisle while
stowing your carry on baggage

to allow other
passengers to pass.

Welcome to Crimea flight A-450.

Please step out of the aisle while
stowing your carry on baggage

to allow other
passengers to pass.

He's a bad one, John.

CIA trained. He's about to
activate cells in the US.

He's the package. The one
being smuggled in by Rivera.

This alliance is all so Al-Mujahid
can get Rauf into the US.

So have your team
pack up their gear.

I'll set up an exit route for you
on USS Mount Whitney in three hours.

Their mission is over. Get
it done, John, and come home.

So that's it?

Well, as far as he's concerned,
for you two, that's it.

As far as I'm concerned,
it's not it.

You don't think I had anything
to do with this, do you?

I don't know, man.
I think that if you're asking me

if you had anything to do with
Beck pulling us from the job

one minute after he received
enough information

to pass it on up the food chain,
I would say no.

Okay, thanks.

That was my office,
there's nothing I can do.

Beck really thinks it's a good idea to
pull us out before we finish the job?

He does have other
operational plans.

- You're staying on.
- I am.

- You have a new objective. - I'm
not gonna listen to any of his shit.

I'll make him think I am,
but I'm not.

You're gonna stay on
and we will kick ass together.

Nothing's gonna change, we'll
finish what we started. You hear?

- And how do we do that?
- Like this. You're gonna love this.

What are you guys cooking up?

See, we already have
all the leg work done.

We've got the location,
the time of the meet,

and the players. And that's
really all Beck cares about.

What we also did was create
a situation where...

we've pitted these guys
against each other.

They suspect each other, that's
gonna fuck up the meeting,

and pretty soon they're gonna
wanna kill each other.

- Cy ops.
- Well, that's kinda how we do.

Anyway, we've just succeeded in
burning these bitches to the ground,

because Rivera can't figure out
why his Arab partners

decided to wage a secret war against
him at this critical junction.

He doesn't know that they
haven't, and we have.

So you're altering his official file.
Beck's gonna know that's been dummied up.

It's not for Beck.

This is for Rivera.

So you're setting up
Al-Mujahid with Rivera.

What about the other way around?

Al-Mujahid's the mastermind
behind all of this.

Without his desire
for this meeting to take place,

Rivera would be content
running the drug trade.

There's no doubt that Al-Mujahid knows
the value of this access into the US.

So much so that he's willing to put
up with all the perceived indignities

to make it happen. And his threat
to pull out is just that, threats.

Because he has resident cells
placed inside the US,

what does he need to activate them?
Transient cells, someone smuggled in.

He'd give anything for that.
And for that, he needs Rivera.

Rivera's compound.

Anyway, the location of the
meeting's in 24 hours, guys.

This is the alarm system
command and control.

Rivera 1-4-6-9-2-5 override.

Rivera 1-4-6-9-2-5 override.

- What'd you just do?
- Shut off the alarm system.

How does that affect Al-Mujahid?

Who turned off the alarm,
and why?

Ayan.

It's become all too regular for
you to be calling me like this.

What the fuck are
you talking about?

Do you know that you threatened
to march, you piece of shit.

Or maybe I just call your bluff,
hmm.

I'm a businessman,
I do business.

You said that you want
to call off the meeting.

Fine, call the meeting, fine.

But my humor has a limit.

And then I become
a real asshole.

And when I'm a real asshole,

I sometimes forget about
my business agreements.

Understand me?

You mean to tell me that you have had
nothing to do with the drone surveillance?

What the fuck is that?

- What is what?
- Is that a camera?

The attempt on my life
in your flashy yellow car?

And now the very suspicious
disarming of your alarm system

right before our meeting
at your compound.

Do not think for one moment that
I don't know my value for the CIA.

You forget my real reason
for making this agreement.

Rauf.

Must be that all your
good humor is used up.

Is that it?

So being the businessman that you are,
do not think that I'm foolish enough

not to see a double cross
when one present itself.

You're more paranoid
than Pablo Escobar ever was.

I suggest you rethink your
priorities and call me back.

I will give you...

30 minutes.

Ayan, please believe...

this 30 minutes...

are the most
important 30 minutes

of your entire existence.

You know,
this could get back to us.

In my opinion if this works,

they're gonna pat us on the back
and take all the credit.

If it doesn't, they'll swoop in
with the D-boys and kill everybody.

Either way we will have
finished the job we started.

I'm gonna pack up my gear and I'll meet
you at the extraction point in two hours.

It's been awhile
since I've seen you like that.

You're the one looking like that. It's
been a while since I've seen you like that.

I thought I closed those.

John?

Get the other one.

How long?

- Forty-five minutes.
- Rivera or Al-Mujahid?

- Rivera.
- So she's in the compound.

- What's the play?
- I'm going to get my partner back.

I'll get the van.

Sure like doing business
with you, ma'am.

She's awake.

No, she's not.

- Zara's cell phone.
- What? You sure?

...Rauf makes it back to the Palace
Hotel without incident, okay.

Come on, get in,
I'll fill you in on the drive.

- I missed it.
- Missed what?

It was right under my nose
and I missed it.

- I'm not following you.
- This entire meeting was a set up.

It was a set up to get us
looking in the wrong direction.

Beck tasked us with putting together
a team to locate and disrupt...

a meeting between
Daish and the cartels.

But mysteriously they
won't let us finish it. Why?

Because he's a paid
and bought bureaucrat?

Because he thought
the real target would be there.

Take a look at this.

You two watch the lobby.
And you make sure that Mr. Rauf

makes it back to the Palace
Hotel without incident, okay?

- I know that name.
- Yeah, we all do.

Abdul Rauf was
trained by the Agency.

But that was before he and his buddies
blew up the commercial airliner

that killed about 238 people.

In Mujahid's file he was
in charge of the bomb makers

before his brother
was killed and...

he took over the command
and control, so...

If he's carrying a suitcase nuke or a dirty
bomb he could decimate a US city in seconds.

See, Beck wants me to take him out before
he gets there, but his intel is bad.

He's sending in the D-boys
to the wrong location,

which means we
have no more time.

It means you and I are gonna
have to get there and do this.

Alright. So where are we headed?

I'll go with him.
You two watch the lobby.

And you make sure that Mr. Rauf
makes it back to the Palace Hotel

without incident, okay?

Palace Hotel.

Ayan, what the fuck?
Where is Rauf?

I was about you to ask you
the same thing, Rivera.

Is this how you Mexicans
do all your deals?

What the fuck is this?

If my understanding
of English is any good,

I will say that the man pictured

where your picture
is supposed to be,

doesn't look a thing
like Ayan Mujahid.

And to add insult to injury,

it says there that you're
supposed to be dead.

So, again, where is Rauf?

- I see what is going on here.
- You see?

Please, enlighten me because
what I thought is gonna be on

was a meeting to
seal our alliances.

- To create few rules.
- We have a saying.

Please.

The man who speaks,
does not plan.

The man who plans,
does not speak.

It means I don't think
you are behind this.

It looks like CIA to me.

And this is supposed
to make me feel better. How?

You aren't smart enough
to be working for the CIA.

For the last time,
where is Rauf?

We have been compromised,
our business is finished.

Ayan.

I want to show you something.

We're here to smuggle Mr. Rauf
into the United States, no?

So time to make the deal.

Is this a joke?

You're right, there seems to be
a third party in our midst.

Vamos, princesita.

Harmon, eyes are up.
What's your 20?

Entering now.

We're moving out now.

Begin sweeping the grounds and
meet us in the conference room.

Copy that.

Who the fuck are you?

Gotcha. Third floor. Wait.

They're moving Rauf out now.

Land your bird
and get in here and back me up.

- Going upstairs.
- Copy that.

Hey, wait.

Who are you?

It looks like someone decided
to cancel our arrangement.

What do you mean? Her?

- She's just a fucking woman.
- Enough.

Benicio, untie her
and give her something to drink.

We'll see if she's
more than just a woman.

Boss, come with me, now.

Come on, boss,
we have to get you out of here.

- Let's go.
- I want Rauf.

If I have Rauf, I have all the
leverage to get out of this mess.

Stupid bitch!

Uh-uh, come on.

Copy that.
Team two closing the perimeter.

Come on.

What happened to Ghassan?

Adentro, linda.
Ah� la tiene, jefe.

Compound is clear.
No sign of Rivera.

Copy. You hear that, Harmon?
D-boys are clearing the compound.

No sign of Rivera or Zara.

Yeah, Sharp,
I've located the target.

Ground floor conference room,
near the back.

Two guards posted. Two guards.

I've located the main power box.
On my count.

Three, two, one.

Rivera got through,
repeat Rivera on the run.

Mr. Rauf.

Peace be upon you.

And upon you, peace.

How are you, friend?

Praise be to God.

Do you know why I'm here?

- Do you know why you're here?
- I'm here because...

the CIA hates it
when they train somebody...

who takes what they've
given them and...

makes a lot of money
to finance terrorist activities.

Is that what they told you?

Yeah, they told me that
and I read a few reports.

But what if I told you that
I was ordered to do what I did?

That I know all about
the CIA's deep dark secrets

from Tripoli to Syria
and everything in between.

- You know too much.
- I'd say that's why I'm a target.

I commend you for
telling the truth.

I just can't let you come into
America and activate these cells.

You actually think that this is
a war of religious differences?

It's much bigger
than differences in ideologies.

I got it. I understand warriors
fighting for their cause,

for their countries,
for their religion,

whatever they believe
in their ideology.

But I draw the line when it comes to
killing innocent women and children.

Every ultimate goal
comes at this price.

This is where we really,
really...

have a big difference
of opinion.

Okay.

Rivera got through,
he's got Zara.

Then he's coming here.

You go that way.
Come with me. Move.

Go fuck your mother, asshole!

Fuck you, puta.

Let's go home.

We're done here, Sharp.

The paradigm has changed,
not shifted.

What we do is protect the people
of the United States of America.

And the American people
and all the elected officials

don't need to know what we do,
how we do it, or who we do it to.

All they need to know is...

when they go to bed at night
and turn out the lights...

that they're safe.

First we need a car.