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Just to be clear,
we can't keep doing this.

Yeah.

So, we're cool?

Yeah.

Although, I wasn't being totally honest

when I said
I didn't want anything from you.

I'm not looking for commitment, obviously.

Or help. I…

I want to throw my hat in the ring.

And when, if you ever want
to explore other people,

I just want a shot.

Do you ever not know what you want?

No.

Must be amazing.

I'm always trying to figure that out.

My dad had this thing.

He said, "I don't know what I want"
is just another way of saying,

"I'm not willing to do what it takes
to get what I want."

You always know what you want.

The question.
Are you willing to do what it takes?

I want my wife back.

This fucking heat.

Up and at 'em, Sergeant.

Got business in Medellín, bro.

Not me.

I'm working.

What, on a bender?

Why are you such a choirboy?

Maybe drinking is part of the job.

The fuck's so funny about that?

I thought you wanted a plan.

Already have one.

You're too late.

Right.

When was that firefight, man?

Fifty-four days ago.

Wow.

How's the back?

- It's good enough.
- Yeah.

Look, man, I had a little chat with Mitch,
and he's here to help us.

He's worked up a way to get us
past the outer ring of military security

at that hellhole Amber's in.

And how are you gonna do that?

We found a pressure point
inside the Venezuelan government.

We just gotta wrap a guy up.

Let me know how that works out.

In the meantime, when I need you,

if I need you,
I'll send up a smoke signal.

- Listen, man, I--
- Look, man, you gotta jet.

You're unraveling my whole pattern of life
by being here.

It's a small town.
Everyone already knows you're here,

and in 30 minutes,
they're gonna know in Venezuela.

Bro, you're a mess. It's concerning.

Don't believe your eyes.

Okay, well, I had to try.

Good.

Adiós.

Like I said, stay in touch.

Hey, man.

I'm here now.

I should've been here sooner.

Look, I owe you an apology.

But we're gonna work this
and it's gonna get done.

Let's go.

Get out of here.

What the fuck?

Mitch.

Come on, buddy.

Let's go.

No!

You better not.

Get out of here!

Fuck!

- Hey.
- This is overkill!

He needs to dry out.

Yeah? You a doctor?

I know my meds.

You've been fucking overdosing me, man.

And you…

- You're fucking taking me off the target!
- We launch in 48.

For fuck--

Put your purse down.

If you want me to stop drinking,
that's easy.

I got an idea.

How about you guys just grow the fuck up?

Look at what you're doing to me.

I've seen it up close before.
It might take a minute.

I'm not a fucking animal! I've got rights.

I'm gonna eat your eyeballs,
you fucking pantywaist.

What the fuck!

What?

The South will rise again.

Yeah.

Mitch. Oh, Mitch.

Are you playing cards?

Sleeping.

Certainly that kind of night.

I wanna untie you,
but no more dumbass. Agreed?

That facility where they
keep Amber is a cocaine-shipping hub.

It's kinda like a black site.

It's controlled
by this Venezuelan minister.

Guy's name is Tariq Marwan.

He's got complete authority
to redirect the army.

Hell, even let Amber walk out.

This guy is his brother. He's a deejay.

Lives 15 minutes from here.
We're gonna grab him.

You're saying grab the brother
and hook him up to a car battery?

Well, maybe Tariq is reasonable.
We just do a trade.

But what if I am talking about that?

What, are you ready
to torture an innocent person?

To bring Amber home.

You?

Red is positive. Black is negative.

So we've been researching this
for a couple of weeks,

and we've figured out
this guy's pattern of life.

Our window is a 10 a.m. yoga class,
which is in--

in ten minutes. Yeah.

Here's the drone footage.

Target never misses
a morning downward dog.

He's got one bodyguard.

Drives a black G-Wagon.
Female. Carries a 9-millimeter.

She picks him up here
every day same time, his apartment.

And we can't hit him here

because there's CCTV cameras
up and down the street

facing both directions,
and she switches up the routes.

But once she gets close,

there's only one intersection
that isn't totally congested.

This one right here.
That's where we take him.

There's only one camera,
facing north and west.

So if we come in from the south side,
we should be clear.

What if you missed a camera?

Then we're fucked.

Here we go.

Standard G-Wagon.

No armor underneath.

No other passengers,
and the windows are also standard.

No armor on the sides.

That's his bodyguard.

This is the longest fucking yoga class
in history.

Our boy's Oscar Mike.

All right. Here we go.

What are the rules of engagement?

Batman.

Batman?

Nobody good gets hurt. Batman rules.

The Superman rules…

You remember. He could destroy
a whole city just to save one person.

Weapons in the back.

Focus up.
We're coming up on our intersection.

Is this traffic gonna fuck us?

Okay, we're still good. Next block.

Roger.

- Jesus fucking Christ.
- Fuck.

No, you wait! Go back! Go back!

Woman, you have to go. Come on. Just go.

Come on. Back up.

Come on. Come on.

- Fucking Christ.
- Hey, stop.

- What?
- Camera right behind you.

- Did it clock me?
- Not sure. Just get in.

We just missed our window.

We're done for today. Pull over.

Fucking hell.

Hey.

Colombia's got to be
all over this right now.

We'll reset. Hit them tomorrow.

I need a beat to process.

What about the soccer stadium?
He's doing sound checks for a performance.

No.

It's still our best shot.
He's right there.

People will see us.
They will video us. They will object.

And there will be security cameras
that will definitely get you.

It's guaranteed my face
is already with Colombian Intelligence.

And now we're talking heavy crime
in broad daylight.

That move will implicate you forever.

Colombia doesn't have
an extradition treaty with the US.

Yeah, but you're branded, man.
You're on the run.

You can't work for a public company,
even if your father is the chairman.

You can't run for elected office.

Think about it.

You got a big life ahead of you, dude.
Don't fuck it up.

I don't have a choice.

I have to get her out.

I know.

Look, I've got another way
into this prison, which…

I was trying to tell you

before you fucking drugged me
and chained me to a bed.

Much simpler.

I know a guy
who sells fish to the staff there…

- Sells fish?
- …and he can get me in quickly. Quietly.

- Fish?
- Yeah. Fish.

Trying to make it sound good in my head.
I just…

- For fuck's sake, man.
- I just can't.

You honestly like that better

than thumping the brother
of the guy who runs the place?

We can get this.

All right. I'll leave it to you and Mitch.

No, we need to do this together.

I need you.

Are you my brother or what?

Are we family or was all that bullshit?

All right.

All right, brother.

I'm with you.

I'll get Mitch.

Hold on.

We didn't really have her in the jungle.

We were close,

but it wasn't dialed, and…

I was impulsive.

- Right.
- Yeah.

I cheated on your sister.

Just an affair?

Yeah, of course, man. It's just--

Yeah, well, don't tell her.

And for what it's worth…

Huh?

…I should have told you
what she was doing for the Agency.

Okay, man.

- All right. We good?
- Yeah.

Anything else?

We're good.

- We're good. Come on.
- Come on.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

You guys kiss and make up?

There he is.

We should try to get him off that stage,

at least a little out of view.

We got an ambulance in the east lot.
You thinking what I'm thinking?

I like that.
Trojan horse for the exfil. Get it.

Roger.

Wanna get closer?

Momo, the press is ready for you.

Hey.

Let's dose his water bottle.

There any polyethylene glycol
or lactitol in that kit?

We got both.

Get him to a bathroom.

Bring me a loaded syringe, five cc's.

And when you're ready,

meet us at the fence,
west side, second floor.

On its way.

- Gonna go check out that ambulance.
- Roger.

- Hi, man.
- How much action do you usually get?

- Concerts like this--
- What is that deejay?

Deejay Momo. Never heard of him?

- Check it out.
- Momo.

I've actually never seen this guy
perform on stage.

Yeah?

Missing out, man.
This guy's the next big thing.

That's a great show.

- Yeah, you like it?
- Yeah.

- Let me show you another song.
- I've never seen this.

It's the one that made him famous.

Man.

Stand by.
We have a security guard following us.

Roger.

Listen, the guy is my size, bro.

- It's perfect. Come on.
- That's just adding another layer, man.

Dude, we take him. We roll fast.

Where do we dump him?

You run ahead, find a spot.
I'm not supposed to run.

Well, let's just do it together.

Really fast and violent.

I know you're in pain.

No more moving. No more pain.

Ambulance is good to go.

Sorry, sir.

This is important.
I'm the doctor from Avco.

We just need
to do a test before you can perform.

You can't be here.

Hi, I'm from Avco. The insurance company.

We have to do a mandatory physical.

- We do all the events.
- We've never heard of this.

- You need to leave.
- I'm doing my job, ma'am.

Are you gonna push me?

Are you okay with this, sir?

- It's your health we're worried about.
- I'll escort you out. Escort you out.

- Every performer has to do this.
- Don't get me mad.

All right, okay. All right.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, yeah.

Who the fuck was that?

I put it in the water.

When he drinks,
he's gonna be in a world of pain.

Bathroom on the second deck.

Momo! Momo!

I'm fine, I'm fine!

I'll be waiting outside.

You ok?

Yes!

I'm taking a shit!

I'm sorry.

- This one is occupied.
- No.

- Sorry.
- No.

Hey.

I just saw him running up here.

Oh, God.

Sorry. Is there anything I can do?

In here.

- Mr. Momo, sir.
- Yeah?

Remember me? It's the doctor.

No, no. I'm okay.

It's okay, sir.
This happens more than you might think.

I mean, if you want,
we have something that can help you.

No, no. I'm fine.

- Okay.
- Okay?

All right.

I was just taking a shit!

Let's go.

I'm parked
at exit four with the ambulance.

- Orit!
- She's over here.

Oh, Jesus, man.
I don't know what the fuck did I eat.

Where are we going?

We're going to the infirmary, sir.
It's a stadium policy.

Just need to check you out.

- But this is the exit, idiot.
- That's right. I'm sorry. You're right.

Okay. You don't need to touch me, okay?

You don't need to hold my arm.

Too much activity at four.
We're looking for a new exfil.

Carlita, my love.

How are you?

- Fine and you?
- I'm fine.

I'm fine. Let's go.

- What's going on?
- No, I'm fine.

He's not very well, ma'am.
Probably got stomach flu.

- We just need to get him checked out.
- I'm okay, I'm okay.

What the fuck, bro? What the fuck?

- Have you seen Orit?
- No, why? What happened?

Hey, Mitch, we lost him.

This place is too crowded.
We're back to square one.

What the fuck is up with this place?

Look, you told me it was safe.

I've been here an hour and
I've already shit my pants.

And there are two fucking gringos
following me all over the place.

Move your ass and figure it out.
That's what I pay you for!

Motherfucker!

Fucking managers.

This guy's disgusting.

He just had diarrhea,
and now he's gonna have sex.

He's gonna take her somewhere private.

Yeah.

Dude.

What the fuck? What the fuck?

Shut up!

Don't move!

What's going on, man?

They're kidnapping me!

Momo!

What the fuck?

- Let's go, let's go.
- Go!

Please, sign in.

I'm taking him to see the Minister.

It's an honor to meet you, sir.

Hi. Welcome.

Please, have a seat.

It's so nice
to have the State Department here.

I'm always telling my people,
"Gringos will come back."

And here you are.

So, how can I help you?

Shall I turn off the recorder?

Sure. Saves me having to delete the file.

All set, my friend.

This conversation is ours alone.

Perfect.

Sir, I won't bullshit you.

The bottom line is, I know who you are.
You know who I am.

And I'm coming here to you
because I know you can move mountains.

I need your help
with the American you have.

The woman. Amber Chesborough Haas.

She's a priority to me personally.

You have my professional sympathies.

Sir.

I'm begging you for mercy.

My mercy?

I hope I can help. What do you need?

Her freedom.

She needs to come home.

Let me tell you something, friend.

What you ask is not possible
because that woman is a criminal.

Sadly, I have no control
over the criminal process in this country.

I think you're being far too modest, sir.

I'm not.

We are talking about a woman,

but in the larger sense,
we are talking about Colombia

and relation with Venezuela
and the role of the CIA.

Your CIA.

Which I'm afraid is a stain on Colombia.
A tragedy for the entire region.

And the reason you have to understand…

Go on.

The government of Colombia is weak.

Thousands of square miles
in that country are ungoverned.

No services, no law.

There are places where they
don't even have the presence of police.

Can you imagine?

Of course you can imagine.

And you have to give the people an enemy.

This isn't about politics.

It is.

Because you choose us, in Venezuela,
as an invented enemy.

We should be brothers,

but Colombia needs us
to be at each other's throats,

and the CIA works hand in glove
with this scheme to make us the enemy.

So, they send agents against us,
like your friend's wife,

to destabilize.

And this is the purpose of espionage.

So, what can we do but defend ourself?

With one call,
you could have her released.

We'll pick her up on the Colombia side.
How about that?

I'll pay for the call.

Is he safe?

Tit for tat, motherfucker.

If she's not released
the next time I come here…

I'm gonna have
your brother's fucking head in a bag.