All language subtitles for Special.Ops.Lioness.S01E04.720p.WEB.h264-EDITH_English_SDH

* MTV...

[music]

[laughing]

- What a whore.

- You know her?

- No, I'm talking about him.

- You should write him off
before he gives you a disease.

- How is the match making going?

- Match making?

- Your uncle.

- No takers yet, I guess.

- Do you know the families
he is considering?

- To be honest,
marriage is the last thing

on my mind right now.

I just...
I want to finish school.

I want to have my own life.

- You're so American.

Woo!

- Let's swim out
to the sand bar.

- How far out is it?

- It's a swim.

- Don't go too far.

[photo shutter clicking]

- Second floor, far left window.
We got a spotter.

- Spotter on the roof as well.

- There's a spotter on the roof.
Another in the house.

- Roger that. I ain't doing
nothing. Just laying here.

- I'm not seeing a sand bar.

- That's 'cause I made it up.

- Can't hear the music.

Just the ocean.

They should outlaw music
on the beach.

The time for music is later.

I don't want to get
married either.

- Then don't.

- What I want is not
factored into the equation.

Could be worse, I guess.

At least he's kind.

I don't want to get old.

I absolutely dread it.

Let's swim back
before the sharks get us.

- I was thinking the same thing.
I really was.

- I know, that's
why I'm laughing.

- Where's our girls?

- Bedroom.

Said they're seasick.

- I don't give a shit
if they're seasick.

They can be sick on
the fucking sun deck.

Let's go!

- Let's go.

- Think I'm gonna be sick.

- That'll happen when you
drink a bottle of champagne

at eight in the fucking morning.

- What do you want us to do?

- Go lay on the deck.
Take selfies.

And drink some water,
you'll feel better.

- Got any Dramamine?

- Dramamine and alcohol's
a great idea.

- No Dramamine.

[speaking Arabic]

- Well, this is why
they're staying in a house

owned by Qudrah Petrol.

This is Ehsan Al Rashdi.

- That's the fiancé?
- Yeah.

- Who's the beach boy?

- They're brothers.
This is Khamal Al Rashdi.

He's here on a student visa.

Ehsan's here on a work visa.

- A Saudi royal marrying
a Kuwaiti national.

What do you think?

- Beats the fuck out of me.

Never heard of Qudrah Petrol
till last week.

You're the spy,
what do you think?

- I think it makes
no fucking sense.

These marriages are arranged.

Why arrange it with the daughter
of a known terrorist?

- Does it matter?

- The wedding is the place
to get him,

but if the party ends up in
the Emirates or Saudi Arabia,

she is going to be
really difficult to cover.

- How did that thing in
the south go?

- You could have prepared us
a little better

for what that was, boss

- What was it?

- It was a fucking mess
is what it was.

Daytime extraction on
an interstate off-ramp.

- I'm stunned you guys aren't
on fuckin' news.

- This motherfucker
lets off an EMP

and we find ourselves
in a six car pile up.

That was before the
shoot out, mind you.

- The shoot out?
- Mm-hmm.

- Did you miss me?

- Get to a secure line.
- I'm on one.

- I called you on your cell.

Stop acting like it's your
first day on the job.

I'm texting you a number.
- Two minutes.

- KIAs on this op?
- Fuck yeah there were KIAs.

- How many?

- We engaged four,
another three from the wreck.

- Motherfucker.

You're not in Syria,
you asshole, you're in Texas!

- Look, it was a mess
but the op was successful.

State police linking
it to the local cartel.

We're good.

- Have you debriefed?
- Half an hour.

- Call me after.

I swear to God, if any of this
stink gets on my team...

- There's no stink.

Maybe a little bit of
noise, but there's no stink.

- Just call me after!

- I swear...

[grunts]

No good deed.

[music]

- Sorry.

- Look, just keep us out
of a Texas penitentiary,

we're all good.

- I'll give it my best shot.

- That's not encouraging.

[Cruz]
- So, uh, this all we gonna do?

- We're back on line.

- We lay here until
we are too hot,

then we go back in the water,
then back out,

then back in the water.

And then we'll go
to dinner at Moby's,

where we'll make all the boys
jealous at the Surf Lodge.

- Surf Lodge? Ugh.

- Then don't go.

- What's Surf Lodge?

- It's a thousand white boys
trying to get in your pants

and 1500 dizzy blondes
staring death at us.

- They'd rather go to Gurney's

where people
pretend to like you.

Better we go to the dive bar
and we dance on the tables.

You like dancing on tables?

- I feel like I'm spying
on spring break.

- You are.

I'm getting a hangover
just listening to 'em.

- Is there any ice?

This is--

Ow.

- That would be funny if
it wasn't happening to us.

- Take us in before one of
these girls falls overboard.

- Yep.

- Got it.
Whole ice machine back here!

- Imagine that.
- Right?

How do we turn on the music?

- I weep for
this next generation.

We're off the target.
Keep eyes, Bobby.

- Roger that.

Oh, fuck.

- Hey, I'm Kamal.

- Hey, how ya doin'?

Look I'm a lesbian, so none of
that shit's gonna work on me.

- Sure about that?
- Yep.

- You're missing out.

- I'm so sure of that.

- You're posted up too close.

- I'm thirty yards away.

That fucker hunts more
territory than a wolverine.

- Hey, they're packing up.

[music]

- Afternoon.

- Have a seat.

[clears throat]

- You have a contract agent
within the Sinaloa Cartel.

- Yes, that's correct.

- And that contact was
arrested three days ago,

and yesterday he was taken
from police custody by force.

Seven dead on the scene.

Two separate scenes, actually.

- It appears his cartel
launched the assault.

- Multiple witnesses report
vehicles ceasing to function,

cellphones destroyed.

In fact all electronic devices
at the scene were disabled.

- Sounds like an EMP.

- Yeah, it does.

This is surveillance footage
from Border Patrol.

And this footage is from about
two miles down the road.

- Who's that?
Looks a whole lot like you.

- I mean, it is uncanny.

- Oh, fucking stop it!

You put together a team
and you took him!

Congratulations, Kyle, you might
be the first CIA case officer

to make the FBI's
most wanted list.

- Ma'am, if I could--

- Don't fucking "ma'am" me.

Supervisor Meade.

I've earned the title, and
if I haven't I sure as shit

will trying to keep
you out of prison.

- Where'd you get the team?

- I can't divulge that.

- Right.

Do you know anyone with higher
TS clearance than me?

I see things the fucking
president can't see.

Where did you get the team?

- I used the Lioness QRF.

- That will be all.

You chain yourself to your desk
until we figure this out.

- In my defense--
- You have no defense.

- My contract agent
is bringing over

five known Al Qaeda
operatives next week.

If he would have been
transferred to BP,

he would have been killed
by his own cartel.

I lose the five.

I didn't have a fucking choice.

- You have ID on all five?

- Sinaloa is holding them in
a safe house in Chihuahua.

They cross on Sunday to a
safe house in San Antonio.

I got that fucking house
wired and ready.

- You have proof?
- I'll get you proof.

- Get it fast.

- Did you bring the FBI
in on this?

- So they can fuck it up?

- I didn't say let them run it,
you need cover.

- Can't bring them in now.

- I'll talk to DIA, see
what cover we can get.

Dismissed.
Get me the proof.

[door closes]

- You want to talk to
the Governor or the Senators?

- You can take the Senators.

Let's be real careful,

we could pinch this off
and be done with it.

Now we're digging a bigger hole.

- The bigger this becomes
the more justified it appears.

But if there aren't
five Al Qaeda in a house

in Chihuahua, this is
hanging us all in the wind.

[music]

- Tell me these girls
aren't local.

- Westchester.

- Get 'em straight back,
I don't want them

wandering the bars here,

blabbing about the Yacht
they were paid to party on.

- Roger that.

- You didn't want to mention
the gunfight on the border?

- Isn't that why
you sent us, Joe?

[phone vibrates]

- This is my cell.
- Yep.

- How'd it go?
- Not good.

- How not good?

Did you hang me out?

- They already knew.

- How would they know, Kyle?

[phone beeps]

- Fuck.

- Hey.
- You need to come in.

- I'm on a mark.

- Then I'll come to you.
Send me an address.

- You son of a bitch.

[music]

[laughing]

[beeping]

- Vicryl suture, please.

- Dr. McNamara, your daughter
has been in a car accident.

She's on her way here now.

- Everything okay?

- Uh, my daughter was
in a car accident.

- How bad?
- I don't know.

Bad enough they're
bringing her here.

- Emily, will you take over?
- Mm-hmm.

[siren blaring]

- Code blue!

- All right, what do we got?

- Non-responsive teenage female,

multiple contusions
to the chest,

looks like her sternum
is fractured. Head trauma.

- ER one.

- Compound fracture.
Systolic at 50.

- Notify OR, on call ortho,
on call cardio.

- My leg!

- Hey, honey.

- Daddy!

- What's presenting?

- Severe pain right thigh,
no movement below the injury,

you can see the swelling.

Severe neck pain,
nausea en route,

looks like a concussion.

- Okay. Look at me.

- What hurts the most?
- My leg!

- Your leg. What about your
head, do you have a headache?

- I don't know!
I don't know!

- HR 126, BP 101 over 52.

- What room?
- 11.

- It's my leg, it hurts!
My leg!

- It's okay, we're here.

- My leg!

- We'll worry about your
leg in a second, honey.

Let's go.

- No, we got it.
We got it, we got it.

- All right, my count.
One, two, three.

[gasps]

- Does she have any
medicinal allergies?

- No.

- Ever had anesthesia?
- No. Neurology been called?

- Where is neurology?
- Coming now.

Hey, Kate, what a crummy
way to see you.

How's she doing, Neal?

- Pain's a nine on right thigh,
can't move below the knee.

- Anybody take pictures?

- 2 liters LR.
- 2 liters running now.

- I'd like to elevate
your leg a little.

I know this is going to hurt.

- [sobbing]
- It's okay.

[screaming]

- I don't see any swelling
except

along the orbital socket,

You see this fracture along C-1.

- And on C-3.

- Looking at the femur here,

there is a complete
oblique fracture

to the distal region
of the femoral shaft.

- You're gonna have to
surgically stabilize that.

- Absolutely.

I'll support it with
an intramedullary nail

insert through
the top of the shaft.

I'd like to get her in
first thing in the morning.

- Let me order a cranial
CT once her BP levels.

- What about the others?

- Prepping one now.
Comminuted open fracture.

That one's not gonna
wait till morning.

The other one didn't make it.

[music]

[phone vibrates]

- Hey.

- Kate was in a car accident.

- How bad?

- She broke her femur,
fractured some vertebrae.

She was in shock,
but she's stable now.

She's awake but
she's pretty shook up.

One of the kids
didn't make it.

She's going into surgery
in the morning.

Where are you?

- I'm in New York.

Not that it matters,
what happened?

- I don't know.
I don't have any specifics.

Surgery's at 7:00.
It should be about three hours.

Two hours in recovery.

Can you make it by noon?

- I'll find a way.

RHC?

- Yeah.

- Where's Charlie?

- Charlie's at the neighbors.

- Should I...
Should I call her?

- No, just let her rest.

I haven't delivered
all the news yet.

Are you gonna be reachable?

- Not really.

I'm on one, ya know?

- Okay.

I won't tell her you're coming
in case you can't peel away.

- I'm coming.

- Okay. We'll see you tomorrow.

- Neal.

Blood work's back.

Buddy, she's pregnant.

Now, you know that
traumatic injury

during the first trimester
creates a severe risk

of fetal injury,
as does the anesthesia.

I assume it's unplanned,

so her aborting probably not
the worst thing.

- She's fucking 14 years old.
- I know.

- It's early enough
we can prescribe her

Mifepristone and Misoprostol.

I'd prefer to do the surgery
first and then prescribe it.

- Yeah, me, too.

- That's what we'll do.

[music]

- Where's my clothes?

- They cut your
clothes off, honey.

- I lost my phone.

Don't know what happened
to everyone else.

- You just worry about
yourself for now, okay?

- Do you know?

- I know some.

I know two of the girls went
to a different hospital.

I can find out, but honey.
Don't expect good news.

- What do you know?

- What did I say were the
two things that have the most

likelihood of altering
the course of your life?

- Cars and sex.

- And they both did.

- I wasn't driving.
- I'm not accusing you.

I don't know what happened.

I don't know whose fault it is,

but I do know that cars kill
more teenagers

than any other cause combined.

And it almost killed you, honey.

- Did it kill anybody?

- It did.

- Who?

- Holly.

[cries]

- Who else?

- I don't know.
I'll find out.

I wish I could give
you more time to process that,

but we don't have that today.

So are you ready
for the next one?

- Next one what?

- You broke our deal.

- What deal?

- With boys.
You broke our deal.

You're pregnant.

- What?

No, that's not...

- That's not possible?

Are you gonna look me in the eye
and lie to me?

I have your blood work
and urinalysis, honey.

You're going into
surgery tomorrow.

We test for these things, okay?

Now it's very likely that the
trauma you've experienced

terminated the pregnancy.

And if it didn't, it's quite
likely that the anesthesia

would terminate the pregnancy.

But if somehow the fetus
survives all of this...

you're gonna have a very,
very big decision to make.

- This is-- this is--

- Too much to handle?

- Yes.

- That's why you don't
have sex at fourteen.

And that's why your mother
and I forbid you

from driving in a car
with a teenage driver.

And it breaks my heart that
this is the way

you need to learn
these lessons.

- I'm sorry.

- No, you don't
apologize to me.

You forgive yourself.

Now at least you can learn
consequences of actions

while still benefitting
from the lesson.

Holly won't get that chance.
Do you understand me?

[crying]

["Her" by Megan Thee Stallion]

* I don't care if these
bitches don't like me *

* 'Cause, like,
I'm pretty as fuck *

* Just the other day
I heard a ho say *

* Matter of fact,
what could a ho say *

* With a face like this
and a bitch this paid *

* Shit, what could a ho say

* I'm her, her, her, her
her, her, her, her *

* She, she, she, she
she, she, she, she *

- I can make all
that bruise go away.

- Know what would
look hot on her?

- Oh!

- Yes, but not slicked back.
- No, loose. A little messy.

- Messy, messy,
it's the beach.

- There you are.

[speaking Arabic]

- We're moving up
to the house in Montauk.

- I'm coming.

[music]

[electronic dance music plays]

- Cristal.
Three bottles.

- I'll send a server
over as well.

- Who are all these people?

- Charles Schwab, Bankers Trust,

Alpha Investments,

Ziegler and Company,
and Goldman Sachs.

- No one from Goldman is here.

They are at Gurney's.
Where I wanted to be.

- Oh, yawn.

This is where they
will end up

when they get hungry.

- We should
get eyes on her.

- You sure about that?

We don't cover that
close in Lebanon.

- We don't need to cover
this close in Lebanon.

This isn't two girls talking
while they do laundry in a well,

there's six of them
and security.

- Well, the jock's already
made contact with me.

So I'm out.
- Tex, you're up.

- So here's the thing. There's a
bunch of 25-year-olds in there.

I look like their fucking dad.

-[chuckling]
-That's true.

- You're not gonna work.

- Hell, no.

- Fine, I'll go.

- I'll be in touch.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- My group is in there.
- Name?

- Al Rashdi.

- Thank you.

- What the fuck, you let her in?

- Look at her then look at you.

- That's our cue.

- YOLO.

Are you coming?
- I'm coming.

- What a surprise.

- Something to drink?

- Light beer.
In a bottle.

- No glass?
- No glass.

- Okay.

- You a model?

- Yeah.

- You look like one.

You here alone?

- I'm with my husband.

- Yeah, what's he do?

- He plays
professional football.

You're in his spot.

That wouldn't be good for you.

- 'Nuff said.

[phone vibrates]

- How is she?
[Neal] The same.

Look, you and me got a deal.

We don't lie to each other
and we don't keep secrets.

- No, we don't.

- Kate's pregnant.

[music]

- Guess the pants
didn't stay on after all.

- No.

- Goddammit.

- Look, this is... This is
too big to be mad about.

- Yeah.

We're sacrificing
our children,

that's what we're doing.

We're trading them
for professions.

- I don't disagree.

Look, all I have
is problems today.

I don't have any solutions.

But we should seek some.

- Agreed.

- Just be here tomorrow.
- I will.

- She needs it.

- I need it, too.

- Bottle of water?

- We used to say I love you,
a lot.

Maybe we should go back
to doing that.

- Yeah.
We should do that more.

- I'll think on solutions.

- There's no easy ones.

- Never are.

- You a model?

- I'm a student.

- You look like a model.

It's just an observation.

I'm here with a friend
from work, and...

I don't know a soul here.

People who look like you

typically make a living from it.
I was just making conversation.

- You the designated driver?

- No, it's just hot
on the dance floor.

You wanna dance?

- Heck, yeah I want to dance.

- Heck yeah you wanna dance?

- Hell yes.

Fuck yes.

What do you want me to say?

- Come on.

- What the fuck is she doing?

- This is boring
the fuck out of me.

- Mission focus, Tex.

- I'm focused, I'm just saying.

- Hey. Hey, hey hey.

[music]

- Where is she?

- She's on the mark.

- Can you pull and replace?

- Not here.
- I'll stay close.

Have her reach out
when she can.

- Fuck was that about?

- That was about us.

[music]

- Two Solento Sandias.

- What's that?

- Watermelon juice and vodka.

- Hey!

- Fuck you.
- Asshole.

Ah!

[shrieks]

- You wanna go?

- Come on!

[echoing]
- You okay?

Let's get you out of here.

- Cruz...

Fuck.

Shit.

She's been snatched.

White male, pale blue shirt,
tan pants.

They're exiting the
north side of club.

- Let's go.

What the hell, man?
Come on!

- Zara!

Zara's still inside!

- We will come back for her.
Call her from the car.

[music]

- Randy, do you see her?

- Yeah, she's moving north.

She's outside the hotel.

- She stopped moving.
In the trees.

Four hundred meters north east.

- In the trees,
two hundred meters, your 12:00.

- You're so fucking hot.

[grunts]

- Fucker.

Come here.

[grunting]

- Aw, fuck.

- Okay, all right.

- What do you got,
what do you got?

- Heart rate 44.

[grunts]

- We're looking,
we're looking, we're looking.

- 38, okay, I got something
here to wake us up.

Here we go.
Oh, yeah.

Okay.

- What the fuck?
What the fuck?

- Okay.

- Look at me.
Look at me.

All right, now, yeah.

- Get her back to the house.
Now.

- Yes, ma'am.

[grunts]

- Oh, fuck!

- Stretch him out.

[screams]

- This is what we did
to rapists in Afghanistan.

It was highly effective
at stopping habitual offenders,

of which you clearly are.

- When you try to explain
this at the hospital,

I highly recommend you tell them
you never saw your attackers.

Because if you tell
them anything...

we'll fucking kill you.

Get me DNA samples.

[screams]

- Cruz, relax. Relax.

Relax.
Hey, Cruz, relax.

- It was too soon for this.

- We're in it now.

- You don't have the skills
for clandestine work.

- I can. I'll learn.

- There's bogeys, bandits,
and marks in this world.

And nothing else.

- They don't trust me.

I was trying to fit in.

- If she can't manage
a weekend in New York,

how is she going to navigate
Riyadh or Damascus?

[phone buzzing]

- Get her water.

- We've never had anyone
this close

to a tier one target before.

She's in.

I'll get her there.

What choice do we have?

- The wedding's in Dubai.

That's where she wants it.

And she gets what she wants.

- We can cover her there.

- If you can make it that long.

- I can make it.

- I need to talk to you
about something else.

- My daughter was
in an accident.

Surgery's in the morning.

Can we talk on the way there?

- Yeah, we can talk on the way.

- Thought you wanted to talk.

- We will.

Tell me about the accident.

- I don't know.
'Cause I wasn't there.

I'm fucking here.

- Don't do that to yourself.

-No? Then else who do I blame?

If not me?

- I don't know how you and
Errol did it. I really don't.

- What did we do?
- Stayed together.

Raised a family.

You're here to talk Texas, so...
Let's talk Texas.

- Your team is on Border Patrol
surveillance footage

performing a hot extraction
with multiple casualties.

[music]