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- November.
- Mike, it's Garrett.

The director just got an earful
from the White House.

Apparently, you've got guys

harassing
the Venezuelan president.

Reyes is pissed, and he's
threatening to cut ties.

What the hell's going on
down there?

I'm not aware of
anything out of my station

that would be on
President Reyes's radar.

Well,
I'm guessing you were aware

that a legislative aide
was playing Rambo in the jungle

on the same op where one of our
men is now missing in action.

Yeah. I read
the after action report.

I've already made arrangements
to deal with it.

That's nice. Embassy know
you're sleeping here?

That's one of the perks
of almost being murdered

in a foreign country.

- Jesus, God.
- What do you got?

These are the photos I took in
the first container at the camp.

This is a German-made
drilling rig

with a triple rotating
cutter head.

It retails for about
$3.2 million.

They're not smuggling weapons
into the jungle.

They're bringing in
mining equipment.

It's not illegal to mine
in your own country.

Well, that is true,

but why are they hiring
arms traffickers to protect it?

What do you mean?

Remember our South African
friend in the jungle?

- Part of him.
- Exactly.

Well, I took that
little memento,

had Langley run a DNA
and print analysis;

His name is Jost Van Der Byl.

And check this out.
According to FBI CODIS,

he's got an Interpol Red Notice.

And he's on
the Treasury Department's.

SDN list for arms trafficking.
You recognize this?

It looks like the
same logo we saw in the camp.

"Eprius"? What is it?

Eprius is a private military
company based in London.

They provide military muscle
for hot spots

all around the world. Eprius...

is providing security
at this camp.

Okay, what does all this
have to do with Moreno?

These are the pictures
I took in the second container.

Now in these crates
is ammonium nitrate fuel oil.

It's a common explosive
used for mining.

And this...

is a forensic analysis
of the daisy chain IED

that killed Jimmy.

Ammonium nitrate fuel oil.

I connected Eprius
to Jimmy's murder.

All I need to do now
is connect Reyes to Eprius.

Yeah. How do you intend
to do that?

Oh, I got to go to London.

Jim, will you give us a minute?

All right, I'll get right
to the point.

I know what happened
when you went upriver.

You were told to fall back,
and you didn't.

You went, on your own,

and you opened
another container.

And because I did,
we now have his fingerprints

connecting to this explosion.

And a missing man in the jungle.

One has nothing to do
with the other. You know that.

I get why
you like being an analyst.

It works for you.
You have all your puzzle pieces,

you put them together,
and you write your report,

and you don't need anyone else
to do any of it.

The hell is that?

I'm sending you back to D.C.

Mike... take a look.

- I'm close.
- That is the problem.

Okay? You're too close.

You're too close
to all this shit.

You've done some great work.

You let us take it from here.

Please don't do this.

Your flight leaves
this afternoon.

You know, you keep
going at it alone,

that's how
you're going to end up.

Alone.

Where the fuck is he going?

Well... based on our position,

it looks like he's about
12 to 13 klicks northwest. So...

if we double-time it,
we should be able

to get to him by sundown.

Easy...

Hey!

Mm-hmm.

Salud, salud.

I need to take this.

Jack?

Senator... thank you
for taking my call. Um...

Anytime. What can I do for you?

Well, I remember you had said
if I ever needed help,

to reach out, so...

Well, as it turns out,

the station chief here in
Caracas is sending me back.

Against your wishes, I gather.

Uh, that's right, sir.

I was wondering if you could get

travel to London
approved through SSCI?

London? What for?

Well, th-there's...
there's just something

I need to check out, uh...

It's about Jimmy.

Yeah. Sure. Uh...

I'll get my office
to look right into it.

- Thank you, sir.
- Stay in touch, Jack.

Absolutely. Will do.

What you doing?

Trying to figure out
what mining has to do

with satellites
in the South China Sea.

- Any luck?
- Some progress.

Mm. The mind of Jack Ryan.

A nice place to visit,

but you wouldn't
want to live there.

No shit.

So, uh... what do you know
about this guy?

Sergio Bonalde?

He was the last
Minister of Interior and Justice

before Reyes vacated
the position. Why?

So any mining operation
in Venezuela

has to go through
his office, right?

Yeah, sounds about right.

Maybe I should talk to him.

You can't.

He went missing
about a year ago.

- Anybody know what happened?
- Yeah.

He was an outspoken critic
of Reyes.

Which is a recipe for
bad shit happening to you.

You should talk
to his wife, though.

Gloria Bonalde.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, he's a sick son of a bitch.

I'm not hungry.

Sí.

Sí.

Huh?

Rodrigo...

Hey! No, no, no.

Señorita Bonalde.

Welcome to London, Mr. Ryan.
Have a nice day.

Thank you.

How long were you
in Venezuela, Ms. Stebbins?

Nine days.

Please remove your sunglasses.

Welcome home.

Thank you.

There you are, Mr. Ryan.

Just give us a call
if you need anything at all.

Thank you.

I took our last conversation
very seriously.

You need to leave right now.

Max is here.

Why should I trust
a thing you say?

'Cause I'm the one who's
gonna save your life.

Why did you come to London?

To follow the money.

I just have to prove
that Reyes hired Max.

Have you heard of a company
called Eprius?

No.

It's a PMC based in London.

Right now, they were hired
to protect a mining site

in Venezuela owned by Reyes.

Well, the same explosives
they use to mine

are the explosives Max used
to kill Moreno.

What does the London office say?

I don't know,
I haven't asked them yet.

Why not?

Ah.

You're not here with the CIA.

No. I'm here on vacation.

Well, if we can't get any
information from the CIA,

we'll just have to ask MI5.

Harry, excuse my shock.

Thought you'd been
killed in Tripoli.

Well, apparently not.

Jeremy, Jack. Jack, Jeremy.

- Hey.
- How are you?

So, uh,
what's your interest in Eprius?

Well, we think they're involved
in the murder of a U.S. senator.

That thing in Venezuela?

Doesn't surprise me.

MI5 has an open dossier
on Eprius.

For what?

Oh, where do you start?

Smuggling arms over
international borders,

illegally training
local militia,

forcibly removing natives
from their land.

That's just the top tracks.
There's plenty of other stuff.

Well, we need to get
to their CEO, Rupert Thorne.

Can you help us with that?

Depends.

On what?

What's that?

It's a name.

German citizen living
in Edgware.

We need all the information
you have on her. Everything.

Without an official
interagency request?

That's very illegal, Jeremy.

Well, so is freezing the bank
account of a private corporation

without a proper court order.

Fair enough.

Señora Bonalde.

I'm Jim Greer from
the U.S. State Department.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Greer.

I appreciate you coming up here,

but I'm not sure why
you would want to meet me when

I'm not yet a representative
of this country.

I think we might be able
to help each other out.

Your country has
a history of "helping out"

in elections in Latin America.

I'm not here about the election.

I'm here about
your husband, Sergio.

I just want to ask
a few questions.

Sure.

Please.

Why are you suddenly interested
in my husband?

He's been missing over a year.

I hear he wasn't a fan
of President Reyes, either.

Sergio was a man
of great honesty.

That's a dangerous trait
for a politician.

He wasn't a politician.

He was a government servant.

Mm-hmm.

Did he ever mention
anything about mining projects

in the jungle
in Puerto Maripaña?

Señora?

I don't blame you
for being cautious.

But I think we might have
common interests here.

He mentioned going there.

Mm-hmm.

But he went many places
for his work.

Why do you ask?

I believe Sergio's disappearance
is directly connected

to the assassination here
in Caracas of the U.S. senator.

And that Reyes
may be behind both things.

What's the connection?

That's why I'm sitting here
with you.

And I've got the resources
of the United States government

to help me find out.

I haven't touched anything

in here since
Sergio disappeared.

I should probably clean it out,

but I'm afraid if I do,
he won't come back.

It's silly, I know.

Not at all.

This is what
Sergio was working on...

when he went missing.

What is it?

When you figure that out...

maybe we'll know
what happened to my husband.

By what rights did
you freeze our accounts?

- I think we'll ask the questions first, Mr. Thorne.
- Oh, do you?

Uh...

You hear that?

That is an entire office

of barristers calculating
how many billable hours

they will be able
to collect when we sue

- the fucking arse off you.
- Fine.

Lawyers can talk.
That is if you even can

sue the government for this.
Can he?

I'm not sure.
I mean, you know, they'll,

they'll sort it out in o-one,

- maybe two years.
- Mm. And while you wait,

I'm sure all the really nice
people you work with

will totally understand
your inability to pay.

Oh, bloody hell, what the fuck?
All right, sit down.

So, I'll tell you
what you want to know,

but then you need to unfreeze
the account and fuck off.

Agreed?

Ask your questions.

Was it President Reyes
who hired Eprius to guard

his mining operation
in Venezuela?

Do we look like
Guerrilla-Wars-R-Us?

We don't do politics.

We just work with money people.

So, who then?

A company called
Vogler Industries,

they're based in Stockholm.
They have mining operations

in Malaysia, Chad, Nigeria
and now Venezuela.

You know 'em?

Was that it?

- Oh, that was easy.
- Stop.

Do you recognize this man?

His name is Max Schenkel.

Yes, he's...

someone that we've
worked with in the past.

But not by that name.

Explain "worked with."

We do not do the work.

We do not ask what the work is.
In a case like that,

we make an introduction.
But no more.

We collect a fee for putting
two parties together.

So who did you
put together with Max?

A company in Venezuela
called Cinco Palmas.

It's a shell company.

Well, that's the idea, isn't it?

To create maximum distance
between yourself

and... whatever it is
you want done.

When was the last time
you saw Max?

Everything was done through
an encrypted e-mail account.

I-I was simply a middleman.

Mamá!

Here you go.

Paul, would you mind
keeping it down?

- Sorry.
- Thanks.

I just have an early morning.

Sorry to interrupt.

- My sister.
- Oh.

Sorry.

It's wonderful to meet you.

Hello, Mr. Greer.

Please come with me.

- Señora Bonalde?
- Ah.

Gracias, Valentina.

- I'm sorry for calling so early.
- Oh, it's okay.

I'm an early riser.

Old Navy habit.

What can I do for you?

President Reyes...

came to see me the other night.

At my home.

Hmm, what did he want?

He offered me a job.

I'm guessing the job
was contingent upon

you dropping out of the race.

He's not a patient man.

Someone in my security team...

told him where I was.

This is my family.

I'm sorry, Señora Bonalde...

but I'm not sure
what you're asking me to do.

- You offered to help?
- Mm-hmm.

I need someone
to help protect my family.

Señor Presidente.

Señor Presidente.

Gracias, señor.

No, no, no, no, no, no!
Motherfucker!

Where did you get this stuff?

The man you stole this from,
where is he?

Goddamn it.

What is it, Jack?

Have you ever heard
of "flash Lidar"?

I'm just gonna assume
that was rhetorical.

It's a form of
satellite imaging technology.

What they do is they use
millions of points of light

to penetrate solid surfaces

and create a topographical map

of what's below.

- Shit.
- Listen to this.

Remember the company
I told you about, Vogler?

They've invested
hundreds of millions

of dollars in research
and patents.

My satellite. South China Sea.

I think they're using it
to see where to dig.

All right, listen,
do me a favor, okay?

Find Monica Herrera.
She's a lawyer in Caracas.

- She's the go-between.
- Okay, got it.

When I get something,
I'll give you a call.

You at headquarters?

- No, I'm in London.
- London?

- I'll call you back.
- Ryan!

Target spotted entering
Leicester Square.

Surveillance and sharpshooters
into position.

We're getting
into position now, Mother.

Copy that, we have visuals.

Target is 200 meters away.
Southwest.

Edge of plaza. Leather jacket.
Baseball cap.

- Where is he? Where, where, where?
- We need you in close.

We got him, we got him.

Visual confirmed.
Visual confirmed.

50 meters away.

Stand by, all teams.

He's headed your way, Mother.

Okay, here we go.
All teams, ready?

He just walked in.

And go, go!

On the fucking ground now!

London Police.
Please stay in your seats.

Hold him.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. He made me
do it. He's got my sister.

Find out where the fuck
those shots came from!

Brick building!

Watch it!

Hey, mate, what the hell?

Everybody down. Get down!