All language subtitles for Special Ops Lioness S01E02 - The Beating (NetNaija.xyz)

♪ MTV...

[music]

[chattering]

[chattering]

- So the mark is in Paris?

- New York.

- You said Paris.

- First, she was in Paris
now she's in New York.

- How did they leave it?
- They exchanged numbers.

Been texting.

- What about social media?

You building a profile?

- Cruz said her father
wouldn't let her.

- [laughs]
Smart girl.

- Yes.

- But?

- I want to put her
through the grinder.

- She's been
through the grinder.

- I'm doing everything
different this time.

- She's your field agent.

Do what you think's best.

You want recon to run it?

- CAG.
If you don't mind.

I have to be sure.

- All right.

She's at Bragg?

- I have her in an apartment.

- In an apartment?
- One of ours.

I can't have fifty green berets
asking her where she's been.

- What if the mark
comes to Georgetown

and decides to go shopping

and runs into her
on the fucking street?

- People don't leave New York
to shop in Georgetown.

Get her out of the apartment.

- Yes, ma'am.

- How are you?

- I'm good.

- How's Neal?

- He's good.

- How's Neal?

- We do the best we can.

- That's all we can do.

How are the girls?

- Girls are great.

Charlie, she's doing
great in school.

And Kate...

They're good kids.

[shrieking,
chanting "Fight, fight!"]

[whistle blowing]

- It's metastasized into
the ocular orbit

and pressing up on
the frontal lobe.

But it's also pressing down
on the temporal lobe.

So there's your blurred vision,
there's your memory loss

and there's your loss of smell.

- What do you think?

- Enucleation immediately.

- Then see what we can get
through the ocular orbit, but...

- Craniotomy doesn't look
like an option--

- I can't get in there.

The tumor's against her face.

I'd have to remove her
infraorbital foramen

and probably the nasal bone.

- Could a reconstructive surgeon
re-graft that?

- I mean...

This is terminal,
why do it to her?

- I'm aware.

I need to
present the options.

She's out of options, Neal.

- You wanna tell
the parents that?

You wanna tell them
their six year-old

isn't having migraines,
she's got a tumor

the size of
a fucking baseball?

She's seen her last birthday?

- Fuckin' surgeons.

- Chemo's not an option.
- No.

- Start her on radiation
and see if you can shrink

that thing before
I get in there.

You know what kid's gonna look
like when I'm done with her?

- I wouldn't do it either, Gary.

But it's not my
decision to make.

- You want company?

- Yeah, very much.

Jenny, we're ready.

[door opens]

- Two doctors.
This can't be good.

Now three.

- Maddy, do you know what
I have down the hall?

- What?
- I have a toy store.

- [gasps]

- Now, it's no
ordinary toy store.

This one doesn't
take any money.

- Why not?

- Well, because
everything's free.

And every time you
come to see me

you can pick out
whatever toy you want.

- What's the catch?

- No catch.

Miss Jenny'll take you there
right now

if it's okay
with your folks.

- It's okay, honey.
Go ahead.

- What is it?

- This is Dr. Ramirez,
she is a radiologist--

- What is it?

- It's a brain tumor.

- How big?

- Seventy-six millimeters.

- How big is that?

- In her head?

- Yeah.

- So... what do we do?
What are our options?

- The tumor has metastasized,

which means it's spread
beyond the front of her brain.

- Spread where?

- It spread to her eye.

Now, we can begin radiation
with hopes

of reducing the size
of the tumor.

And if that's successful,
we can then attempt to remove

as much of the tumor
as possible,

but we would have to begin
with removing her eye.

- [sobs]

[music]

- Hey, hey, hey.

Baby, baby.

- [sobbing]

- We just have to listen
to what he's got to say, okay.

- Can she survive it?

- No.

- How long?

- He doesn't know
she can't survive.

- How long?
- Six months.

- How long with the surgery?

- If she survives the surgery,

if her body responds
to further treatment...

This is a very aggressive
cancer, we won't get all of it.

I don't know how long.

- You don't know?

I want a second opinion.

- I highly recommend
you get one.

- After the surgery,
what's her life like?

- Her life is pain.

[Mother] What do we do?

- You spend as much
time with her

doing the things
that she loves.

[Mother] You don't think
we should do it?

- No, I don't.

- You motherfucker!

Don't try anything?

Don't try anything?!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

- Neal, you're bleeding.

Go to the ER.

I'll make sure someone
calls the police.

- I'm fine.

- Neal, he assaulted you.

- I would've done
the same thing.

[phone rings]

- It's the school.

- There is no excuse,
do you understand me?

- You didn't hear
what she called me.

- It doesn't matter
what she called you.

- It doesn't matter to you.

I can't have this
conversation with a white man.

- With a--

[tires squeal]

I am your father before
I am anything else.

Do you understand me?

Here's all you did today:

you got suspended from school

and you forfeited a win
for your team. That's it.

You can't beat the hate
out of someone, Kate.

- No. But you can try.

- Just like your mother.

[music]

- Mom, he took my phone.

- Why would he do that?

- Because...

- I'll talk with him.

[music]

- Hey.

- I'll get us another.

So, dear.
How was your day?

[laughs]

I'm guessing that didn't happen
over a parking space.

- I was having drinks with a
classmate from medical school.

Do you remember Valentino?

Italian model-looking prick?

- I remember his teeth.
- [laughs]

He became a plastic surgeon.

I assumed he became
a plastic surgeon

because he wanted to play
with women's breasts all day,

but I was wrong.

He said he became
a plastic surgeon

because he didn't want
his patients to die.

So, he bolts on tits for
a decade, and he feels bored.

Unimportant.

So, he joined a reconstructive
surgery firm that's, you know,

trying to make people resemble
the people they were

before the car accident
or the house fire.

And...

there was this girl,
this Homecoming Queen

thrown from a vehicle,
skidded face-first

down the street
about 100 meters.

Shaves off most of her face,

her cheekbones, her nose.

He spent sixteen hours
reconstructing her face

and she died in recovery.

And he quit.
He fucking quit.

He teaches anatomy
now at Georgetown.

And he asked me how I do it,
knowing that

half my patients aren't gonna
see their 18th birthday.

And I said because
the other half will.

- Does that make losing
the first half hurt less?

- Fuck no.

- Can I have my phone?

You getting a divorce?

- Go back inside.

[knocking]

[music playing]

- Your father said no iPad.

- This isn't an iPad.

- I know.
It's a broken computer.

- It's not broken.
- It will be in thirty seconds.

- Are you getting a divorce?

- That what you think?

- Don't bother fighting
for custody

because I want to
go live with him.

- I would, too.

- I'm sorry to tell you:
we're not getting divorced.

What do you want to
be when you grow up?

- I'm already grown up.

- [scoffs]

You're so far from grown up

you can't even see it
from where you are.

And idea?
Any dreams?

- Something important.

- Better think about
that real hard.

'cause those important jobs,
they come with a price.

- I know.
I'm the price.

- Contrary to what you
might think:

you getting suspended
is not the worst thing

that's happened to
your father today.

In fact, I doubt it
makes the top five.

- Here comes the real parenting.
I can feel it.

- No.

No, this is woman to
you're-gonna-be-a-woman-soon,

whether you like it or not:

if you love him even a little,

you'll find a way to show him.

He could really
use it right now.

- Why? What happened?

- He had to tell parents of a
girl who doesn't have your luck,

that she's celebrated
her last Christmas.

[music]

You get in another
fight at school

and I swear I'll smash this
thing with a fucking hammer.

How's that for parenting?

[door closes]

- You don't have to cook
for them tonight, honey.

Make them a sandwich.

- Well, a sandwich isn't supper.

- Usually my supper.

- Well, it's not your
supper tonight.

- All right, chef.

What are we having?

- We're having
a little bolognese.

- Mmm.

- Are you still off gluten?

- I've been in the desert
for six months, baby.

-I'll lick gluten
off this counter.
- Mm.

I find that visual
oddly appealing.

[Neal clears throat]

Hey, you have your mother
to thank for your phone.

[crying]
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I made
your bad day worse.

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay, honey.

Thank you.
It's okay.

- How's that for love?

- Wow...

You two must have had
quite the breakthrough.

[music]

[music continues]

[tires squeal]

[grunting, shouting]

[tires squeal]

[panting]

[phone rings]

- Fuck it.

- You need to get that?

- No.

[moaning]

- That's yours.
- Don't stop.

[Joe moans]

- Fuck.

- Hey. Put the pedal to
the medal, buddy. Let's go.

- I'm trying.
- [laughing]

- I'm gonna pull something.

[Joe moaning]

[phone ringing continues]

- Hello.
- Yeah.

All right, have the attending
stabilize and prep.

I'll be there in thirty minutes.

- No, Langley's closer.
We fly from there.

- All right.

[panting]

- We snuck one in
under the wire.

- [chuckles]

- Will you be home by morning?

- No.
- You?

- I doubt it.
- What about the kids?

- Kids are used to it, honey.

- Yeah.

[music]

- Hey, kiddo. I gotta go.
I have surgery.

Will you make Charlie breakfast
in the morning?

- Why can't mom do it?

- Mom's got an emergency, too.

- Someone needs an
emergency translator?

- Honey, I don't begin
to understand politics.

If you need anything
call Stan next door.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I know the drill.

[beeping]

- Why do you have a gun?

- To protect the people
I work with.

- They don't have people
for that?

They need you to do it?

- They need everyone to do it.

Out.

[music]

[panting]

[music]

[door opens]

[panting]

[metal clangs]

[water running]

[Cruz] No! No!
[grunting]

[screaming]

[panting]

No! No!

[screaming]

[gasping]

[whirring]

[heavy metal blaring]

[ears ringing]

[whimpering]

[panting]

[man speaking foreign language]

[grunting]

[grunting]

- Name.

[speak foreign language]

- Fuck you.

- Fuck you! Name!

Fuck you!

[screaming]

No!

[gurgling]

- Breathe in.

Breathe the water.
Breathe it in.

Good girl.

Breathe the water.

Breathe it.

[coughing]

[groans]

[shrieking]

[gasping]

Hey!

[screaming]

[door closes]

[music]

[door unlocks]

- This was a fucking
training exercise?

- Survive.
Evade. Resist.

- I've been through S.E.R.E,
you fucking bitch!

- To achieve your objective,
you must blow your cover.

Can you escape before they
know what you've done?

Most can't.

What's more likely is
you are taken

and must survive
until we reach you.

And I need to know how much time
I have to do that

before it's too late.

Before you break.

- I won't break.

- Everyone breaks.
- Not me.

- Everyone.

- You want me to turn
around again, huh?

That's how you fucking
like it, right?

- What I like
is bringing agents home.

What I don't like is writing
letters to their parents

explaining how they died in
some bullshit training exercise

because I can't tell
them that their daughter

was beheaded
then set on fire.

Of course, I don't have to
worry about that with you.

You don't have any parents.

Should I send
the letter to Edgar?

Boy, you pick winners.

He's dead.
Did you know that?

Beaten, stabbed and shot.

Like someone made
a game of it.

I bet you were quite the dancer.

If we're going
to call that dancing.

I bet you were
good at it, though.

Why'd you stop?
Hmm?

Did somebody get a little rough
in the Champagne Room?

Have his way and you weren't
strong enough to stop him?

And now here you are,
proving how strong you are?

That sound about right?

Looks like these boys
had their way, too.

There's always someone bigger.
Stronger.

But you know that,
don't you?

That's the story of your life.

Can't be broken, huh?

[music]

Time for round two.

- [sobbing]

- I need her to sign the waiver
to take it any further.

- She doesn't exist
to sign the waiver.

- If she's here, she exists.

Someone's signing it,
I don't give a shit who.

- Give it to me.

When her focus is
on the questions,

take her to the ground.

Restrain her movement.

That'll be the thing
that breaks her.

- I want someone from
Funny in there.

I don't need this shit
coming back on me in a year.

- I'm here.
- You're a fucking spy.

Trust you as far
as I can throw you.

Mag, you're with me.

[electric crackle]

[electric crackle]

So what was his name?

Hmm?

[Cruz humming]

- What was his name?

It's right here in the file.

I just want to
hear you say it.

You can say it.

[humming continues]

You wanna hear me say it?

Josecito.

[humming stops]

You don't know your father,
your mother's at work.

Brother don't seem like
the baby sitting type.

So, it must've been you.

Huh?

You were the one watching
him when he died, huh?

You fucked up.

- You think this is going to
make me a better operator?

- No. This has nothing to do
with being an operator.

This is how you survive when
the operator in you is done.

You gotta know where you break

so you can learn
to push it further.

You're gonna learn.

[sighs]

[grunts]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[muffled screaming]

[Cruz] No! No! No! No!

Nooooo!

- That's enough.

- No, no, no.
She's almost there.

- I make it a point to
avoid Congressional hearings,

and this is gonna
put us in front of one.

She's done.

- She's done when
I say she's done.

- I don't see any stripes
on your fucking shirt.

She's done when
I say she's done,

and she's done.

- Master Sergeant, stand down.
- What are you doing?

Cody, call's in, stand down.

[grunts]

[grunting]

- Motherfucker!

[screaming]

- Easy. It's over.

Hey. Stand the
fuck down, marine.

You proved your
fucking point.

Now stand down.

Now she thinks she won.

- I'm pretty positive she
doesn't feel like a winner.

- I need to know
her breaking point.

And now I don't.

- She looks pretty fucking
broke to me.

- She's on a suicide mission,
and you know it.

I was just trying
give her a shot.

- Suicide missions don't
have a shot, Joe.

Hence the name.

[music]

[dog barking]

- What about her?

What about her what?

- She needs a badge.

- She only needs my badge.

- What's this?

- Your new home.

From now on you
stay with the team.

- What about my gear?
- Your gear made its way over.

What do you know
about Amrohi?

- I don't know anything because
you won't tell me anything.

- There's all sorts
of terrorists:

there's fanatics,
there's megalomaniacs,

religious extremists,
political extremists,

race warriors.

Amrohi is none of those.

His brand of terrorism
is fueled

by something
much simpler: greed.

He is a prince who seeks
unrest on behalf

of other princes so the hundred
and fifty million subjects

of their regions keep
their focus on us:

the great devil,
and never

the half a trillion dollars
his family controls

and does not share.

If Aaliyah brings you close
and you get a chance

and you seize that chance...

Look at me.

[music]

You must find a way
to survive whatever hell

he puts you through
until I get there.

That's what this was.

Me trying to show
you what it will take.

And me learning how much time
I have to get to you.

- Don't bother.

Just send the missile.

I'm never going
through that again.

- No. No, you won't.

What they put you
through will be worse.

- I see you,
don't fucking do it.

- You don't see me.

- I see you, and I'm saying
don't fucking do it.

- This has nothing
to do with you, Bobby.

- It does if one of
you motherfuckers starts...

[firing]
[Two Cups] Ahhhh!

[shouting]

- I got you, fucker!

- Shit!

[Tex] Fuck you!

- Ahh! What the fuck did I say?

[shouting]

- Fuck, Bobby!
- That's what you get!

[fire alarm beeping]

- Bobby, now I gotta open
all the fucking windows!

- You know what, here's an idea,
why don't you practicing CQB

in the fucking CQB house instead
of the damn living room?

[Tex] Why the fuck would you do
that shit?

[Bobby] Could someone turn
that shit off?

[alarm stops]

[Bobby] Good one.
[Randy] Hey, little bird.

[sniffling]

- Got a bunk for me?

- We don't do bunks.

We do bedrooms.

- Got a bedroom for me?

- You got mine.

- Which way?

- Down the hall.
Last door on the right.

It's all yours, marine.

- Shower?
- There's a shower in the room.

- Don't drink two cups of
anything tonight,

I'm in no fucking mood.

- Ooh.

- Fuck happened to her?

- Oh, fuck.
- Ooh.

[music]

Ow.

[gunfire on TV]

[indistinct chatter]

- That's a fucking
thing right there. The bush.

- Oh!

- You're dead!

- I'm gonna frag
this motherfucker.

That's what I'm gonna do.

- He's right there.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, got it.

[Bobby] Get him, get him.

- She's awake.

Hungry?

Don't see much chewing
in your future.

I'll fix you up.

- Thanks.
- Oh!

- Yikes. Beginner...

[Two Cups] Ah, ah ah...

How do you see
past the fuckin'...

[chatter]

- Thanks.

[Bobby] You gonna give up?
[Two Cups] Just fucking get
a new one is what we gotta do,

guys, just put in the money
and get a new fucking game.

- Hey, have a seat.

- Oh... Let me guess.

I should see the other guy?

- Other guy's gonna
need a nose job.

- Nothing like getting
into a bar fight

to keep a low profile.
Nice job.

- Mm. Wasn't a bar fight.

Though I'd steer clear of
that cinder block shower

on the island
an hour from shore.

- They ran you through S.E.R.E.?

- Been through S.E.R.E.

I don't know what
you'd call that.

- With what unit?

[music]

- No unit. Just me.

- What the fuck
you talking about?

-Those punk motherfuckers.
Come on, come on. Fuck!

- Let's go, Randy.
- Yo!

- Now we are getting
into a bar fight.

- You coming?
- Yeah.

- Woo!

["Last Train to Nowhere"
by Ghost Hounds playing]

♪ Last train to nowhere
Train's running right on time ♪

- Hey motherfucker.
- Agh!

[Bartender]
What the fuck, Bobby?

- Fuck you, bitch.
- Fuck you!

And you, that's what you
get for runnin'

an unsanctioned S.E.R.E. school
on my fucking teammate!

- It was sanctioned.
By your fucking boss!

She said break her,
we broke her.

- If you don't like it,
why don't take it up with her?
- [laughing]

But if any of you pussies
wanna stop throwing bottles

and fight fair, why don't you
step up to the mic.

- We're with CIA now.
- Yeah.

- Yeah, so we don't
fight fair, buddy.

[taser clicking]

[clamoring]

[shouting, grunting]

[crashing]

[taser clicking stops]

- Aaah!

- You like the way that feels?

Huh?
Big Man?

[grunting]

- Hey, Bobby.
Your girl's gonna kill him.

- All right, Cruz,
that's enough.

Marine, fucking stand down.

- Hey.
Same side, sis. Same side.

[panting]

[phone vibrating]
- Fuck.

- Go outside and answer it.

- Did your asset just get
a call from her mark

in the middle of a bar fight?!

No fucking wonder we're
losing the war on terror.

Fucking Special Activities,
SF with a Gold Card.

Must be nice.

I look forward to saving
your asses in Syria.

- Hey, Mike, your wife still
fucking that personal trainer?

- Ah!
- Fuck you.

- Yeah, your wife's motto.
Motherfucker.

[Amrhoi] Hi.
- Hi.

- How are you?

- Been better.
I, uh...

I got into a car wreck.

- You okay?

- Feel okay.
Don't look okay.

- Send me a picture.

- I'm too embarrassed.

- Can't be that bad.

- Yeah, it is.

- Bruises or cuts?
- Both.

If it's cuts you need
a surgeon. A good one.

Do you have a good one?

- My uncle does.

- Where are you?

- I'm in Charlotte.

- Where are you?
- Atlanta.

We're flying to
Chesapeake tomorrow.

Want to meet us?

I promise I won't laugh
at your face.

- You might.

You have a bathing suit?

- I can get one.

Get a small one.
I'm bringing boys.

- How small?

Some things are best left
to the imagination.

Your body isn't one of them.

I'll text you the address.
See you tomorrow.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Fuck.

I need to go shopping.

[music]