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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.

I got your six, go.

Clear.

Watch that corner.

Hands, let me see your hands.

Got you...

Want to go up? ...Stuck up.

Hey, move it, gringo.

- Hey, John.
- Hola, chica.

Hola, hombre.
Do you guys need anything?

Nope, 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 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 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.

Just relax, baby...

- Maria, 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.

You're bothering me!

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 recognized a word.

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

And, let me guess, 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.

You look kind of Yemeni
with that neck scarf.

But your friend from 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 outwith the Al-Nusra Front.

AQAP working with Daesh, 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... and the thing of 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 Abdullah Alahamda.

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 Daesh.

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'ma do my thing.

I thought those days were behind us.

Naw, 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.

Am I meeting this guy? He's late.

He picked the time and the place.

Yeah.

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 ya.

So Rivera's group has moved
into Puerto Rico

to try to grab the heroin trade.

Drugs coming 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
into 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 is 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 manpower, 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
at the 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, got me 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 him.

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

They are on their way up now.

It's enough. I'll go with him. You two...

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.
Eighth floor.

At last, no more middlemen.

I trust the plane was satisfactory, right?

I see you already met my assistants.

Benicio, Augustine.

Why are they here?

I told you, they are my assistants.

They are 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 lock 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.

Hefe, we gotta go now.

Harmon, Rivera's on the move.

Follow him.

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

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

Copy that.

I'll keep peeking 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 3O 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?

Si.

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 fuck ups this time.
Understand?

- Claro.
- Good.

Analyzing voice patterns.

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

Synthesizing voice for AI-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 ten.

They take the bait?

What do you think?

Harmon, speak to me.

We're gonna need to get rid of a 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, Harmon,
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.

ls 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 Rouf.

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 Rouf 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.

We'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 clone.

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.

Psy Ops.

Well, that's kinda how we do.

Anyway, we've just succeeded

in burning these bitches to the ground,

'cause 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
AI-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 threaten too much,
you primate 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 only reason
for making this agreement.

Rouf.

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 are more paranoid
than Pablo Escobar ever was.

I suggest you rethink your priorities
and call me back.

I will give you 3O 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.

I mean, you're the one looking like that.

It's been awhile 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?

...Rouf 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.

And 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
Daesh 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. Rouf makes it back

to the Palace Hotel
without incident, okay?

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

Abdul Rouf 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. Rouf makes it back

to the Palace Hotel
without incident, okay.

Palace Hotel.

Ayan, what the fuck? Where is Rouf?

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 Rouf?

- 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 Rouf?

We have been compromised,
our business is finished.

Ayan.

I want to show you something.

We're here to smuggle Mr. Rouf
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.

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 Rouf 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.

...Rivera!

...moving in.

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

- Let's go.
- I want Rouf.

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

Stupid bitch!

Come on.

Copy that.
...team two closing the perimeter.

Come on.

What happened to Ghassan?

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. Rouf.

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.

Qkay...

Rivera got through, he's got Zara.

Then he's coming here.

You go that way.

Come with me. Move.

Man, you're lame.

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.