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Translation and subtitles by PEPPER & LALASPAIN *** SONG LIVES FOR EVER ***

Good morning, sunshine!

Although, we don't exactly get any of that down here.

Where the hell am I?

Well, right now, let's see, somewhere between...

Houston and Quintana Roo.

Who are you?

I could ask you the same thing.

It's been a long time since I saw them this worked up over an inmate.

Inmate? Not at all. That doesn't make any s...

That'll wear off. Don't worry.

It looks easy at first, I know.

It'll all come back.

How long have I been here?

About a day now.

What about you?

I've stopped counting.

Never saw the point. I'm not going anywhere.

Why, what did you do?

How much time you got?

What is this place?

It doesn't officially exist, which means, neither do you.

Black site?

More like a burial ground.

Except, there ain't no ground down here.

You're 30 thousand leagues under the goddamned sea, my friend.

No, no, no, no...

So, whatever you've done, it seems like someone took great lengths

to make sure you never see the light again.

No.

No. This can't happen.

I should not be here.

Yeah, but you are, so...

If you ever figure out why...

What's the last thing you remember?

That's far enough.

Set the keys down.

And the gun.

- You're early. - So are you.

Are you going to shoot me?

That depends...

Did you bring it?

Yeah.

Show me.

Only if you say "please."

Standard issue.

If the occasion calls for it.

Whoa!

How did you know?

Didn't I tell you?

It's one of my many talents.

No, no, no...

You first.

You don't trust me?

Pick up any tails?

Do you really have to ask?

See? It's safe.

Your turn.

Are you satisfied?

You're the one who will tell me.

We still have to talk some business.

Business can wait.

So, tell me, Mister Wheeler,

are all your partners this lucky?

Lucky? You've never tried the breakfast here.

So, what'd Drummond say?

He's on stand-by until we make contact.

Our guy will turn up.

It's just a matter of time.

Unless he doesn't. And then, we lose the buyer.

The buyer won't matter when we find the leak.

Hey, we're going to get these guys, okay?

But if anything goes wrong...

I know, I know.

You're not worry about me.

I am going to investigate this breakfast,

that you speak so highly of.

- Bring you something back? - Yeah.

Okay.

Can you come back in an hour?

Go back inside! Go.

We'll have to make a run for the pick-up truck. I'll cover you.

- Scott, listen. - There's no time to talk. Go.

Scott!

- Get in! Come on! - Wait, wait, wait.

Shit! The drive!

What?

I gotta go back and get it. Cover me!

Fuck!

Come on!

Mel!

Mel!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Go ahead.

We're blown.

Is the drive secure?

Negative.

But I got it dongled. They won't be able to access to anything without it.

150 miles East of your location, there's a town called Milton.

There's a parking garage. Corner of 3rd and Roxy.

Meet me in three hours.

You keep your head down.

On the ground!

Down!

Easy.

There you are.

He's clean...

It's not here.

We tracked the pick-up to an alley, three blocks from here.

Empty.

The phone's not good either, must've swapped the SIM after the call.

Prep him for evac.

Notify them that we're en route.

Where do you think he stashed it?

That's what we're gonna find out.

First Ballard, and now Tom.

Looks like your boy is cleaning up, Ed.

It's not his MO.

I'd say these bodies beg to differ.

I think you and I both know there's more to it than that.

All I know is that right now, he's the only one who knows

the location of these files.

And we're gonna do whatever it takes to find them.

I don't doubt that, agent Ferris.

But, perhaps you might want to reconsider your strategy.

I know this man very well. Let me talk with him.

You're here as a courtesy, nothing more.

Your relationship with Wheeler becomes relevant,

only when I deem it as such.

So, let's put the brakes on this chit-chat.

And I'll let you know when you're needed.

As you wish.

- Ferris. - You're Kingsley?

That's right. Your boys tell me this reservation is top priority.

He's a former asset, so Langley needs this contained.

Discretion is of the utmost importance here.

Has he been prepped?

Sleep agent has been administered. We got about 12 hours.

And how long do you intend to stay on my clock?

Until we get what we need.

Do you think those other men are necessary?

Why?

- Is there a problem? - No.

But if there was, my men can sure as hell handle it.

They're the watchdogs. Lackies at best.

So, forgive us if we don't share your confidence.

This is Edward Rhodes, from Intelligence.

He's here just to oversee the interrogation.

Look, it's quite simple.

You stay out of our way, we'll stay out of yours.

All right.

Let's do this.

Correct me if I'm wrong. This is refurnished from the Navy?

That's right.

After it was retired from the fleet.

The government elected not to scrap it.

They figured it was better to retrofit it,

and house all the Bin Ladens around the world.

A former squid paid to steer.

They stick to their side, we stick to ours.

Everybody minds their own business.

I heard rumors about this thing. Didn't think it actually existed.

It doesn't.

As far as the CIA is concerned,

we were never here.

I wasn't aware of another pick-up.

Last minute reservation just came down from military intelligence.

Just another John Doe. Nothing to worry about.

With all that nonsense surrounding Gitmo,

it's about time you, Company men, went mobile.

As I always said, it ain't really a black site if you can find it.

You got enough men?

Payload's a little light, no need to overhaul.

But let me show you something.

Everything Os controlled electronically from this room.

Even the cells.

Is that his room?

Yes, it is.

I wanna see it.

Look, they all start off tough. They say they can take it.

But, sooner or later, they all crack.

Ain't that right, Marco?

He was good at all once upon a time.

Water torture, sleep deprivation,

Even a rectal feeding.

The hall's reinforced with steel.

The toilets, they don't lead anywhere.

Look, I appreciate you trying to get a lay of the lands.

But this ain't my first rodeo.

The man staying in this cell is a highly decorated officer,

and a trained killer. He's been taught to adapt.

Improvise... he so much as gets ahold of a strand of floss,

You best believe he'll find his way out of here.

Believe me, agent Ferris, there's no way he's getting out of here.

Nobody ever has, and nobody ever will.

I'm just concerned that he doesn't take

a whole bunch of us with him when he goes.

This stuff takes time.

Yes, I know, but this might be the last chance

that I get to call for a while, so...

Oh, shit, look, I gotta go.

I'll call you as soon as I can, okay?

All right. I love you, too. Bye.

- Hey. - How's your Dad?

He's all right. What's going on?

Right now? The suits are here.

- Already? - Yeah. - Shit!

Oh, God. Who are they bringing?

They didn't say.

Whoever it is, it's someone important, though.

- Never seen Langley bring so many men before. - Huh.

Ferris is running point.

Shit.

Oh, God, why didn't you tell me?

Cass, relax.

Look, he probably hasn't had a chance to look at it yet, you know?

He's busy...

Yeah, right. It's been weeks. Of course, he has.

Okay, how do I look?

Desperate.

Ha, very funny.

Okay.

- Come on. - Let us go. Come on.

Let me know when we hit international waters.

In the meantime, I'd like to put one of my guys in there till he wakes up.

Just an extra set of eyes.

Don't worry. She's still your ship.

Where does this go?

Bow access to our crew side.

Only two keys can unlock it.

Don't look like they visit much.

Security measures.

Speaking of security measures.

Here come your two.

You're Company?

That's right. I'm Ryan, this is Taylor.

Ferris. How are we looking below?

The interrogation room has already been prepped in, Sir.

Good! Mind if we go take a look?

Actually, Sir, we haven't been briefed yet.

And you won't be.

All you need to know is he's a high value target.

Of course, but, typically protocol...

SOP went out the window the second this man compromised National Security.

All I need from you two is your cooperation and assistance,

if and when it's needed.

Sound good?

- Yes, Sir. - Good, let's go.

I just want to say I'm looking forward to working together, Sir.

I've actually put in a request with your unit for field ops.

Looking to make the jump.

Taylor?

- Mh-mhm. - Oh, that's right. Yeah.

Well, I'm sure someone will get back to you.

This is the Captain, I've got the Conn, Prepare to dive.

♪ Wakey-wakey ♪

The subject's awake.

You got a name?

Marco.

Okay.

Okay, I'm Scott.

- How can I get out of here? - You don't.

Well, unless you're a fan of body bags.

Oh!

See, you're about to meet Weddle and Dax.

Stand back and turn around!

Step back. Hands on the wall.

I want to speak to someone in charge.

Hands on the wall now!

Look... Who's someone in...?

Hey...

Dax!

Come on, Dax!

Take it easy!

It's his first day.

You want a piece of this too, Marco?

Yeah, well, it's been a while since I've felt a woman's touch.

Show me your pecs, baby.

We're on the move.

Agent Ferris, please, let me explain something to you

Scott Wheeler was hand-picked into my division for a reason.

Our guys like him...

they have an infinite threshold for pain.

And they're not just trained for it...

They're born with it.

That man was built to numb.

A little torture, it isn't gonna annoy him.

You know, I've been trying to figure your angle here.

You pulled a lot of strings to get on board,

and somehow, I just don't think it's to tell me how to run my op.

I just don't wanna see a good man get rolled up, that's all.

- Then, he shouldn't have changed sides. - Allegedly changed sides.

They're here.

Kill the feed.

Rankin, kill it.

Copy that.

You want to learn a thing or two? Go inside there...

and pay close attention.

Yes, Sir.

My name is Patrick Ferris. I'm the Chief Officer with SAD.

I'd like to start by making you aware that you're an enemy combatant.

And therefore have not, and will not be granted any rights.

You know how this works, so I'll keep it simple.

I want the location of the drive,

along with the names of those complicit,

with your efforts to sell it.

Now, if you give me everything you know,

then, maybe we can talk a deal.

You got any ID on you?

- Excuse me? - You have any ID?

There you go.

I don't have it.

Oh, come on.

We know you guys took it from agent Ballard.

Who's your buyer?

We never met him.

Drummond was hoping that we could draw out the leak.

How much did they offer you?

You're not listening. Ballard and I were sent deep cover.

I was on my way to meet Drummond.

But someone got in first.

And maybe that someone was you.

Agent Wheeler has begun to show ambivalence towards his objective.

He has failed to check-in on three occasions now.

I have suspicions that he's already in contact with his buyer,

and have asked agent Ballard to investigate further.

Is that why you staged an ambush and killed her?

She was on to you, wasn't she?

Someone is setting me up.

Right.

And you just happen to be in possession,

of the only other device that can access what's on that drive.

Convenient. Don't you think?

Who tipped you off?

Drummond was the only one who knew.

How do you know it wasn't Drummond himself?

You know, I know you're a smart guy,

but you need to drop the act.

I want the location and the names.

I can't tell you what I don't know.

Do you know that there's a spot just below the retina,

where the sensory nerves can channel receptors directly to the brain?

See, we've been doing it wrong all these years...

Going into a vein in the arm?

Forget sodium pentothal.

You want a man to tell you the truth?

You put a needle in his eye.

This won't go anywhere.

Who's your buyer?

Who's your buyer, Scott?

This is the last time I'm going to ask.

Then, stop asking.

Welcome to Hell.

Just do it, you're wasting my time.

Goddammit! Ed!

Get in here!

You're starting to look a little pale there, darling.

That's not exactly how you get promoted, Cass.

You're lucky Ferris didn't see that.

I know. I just need some air.

I know that guy.

They brought him to the farm when I was a recruit.

He's a legend.

So, what?

So, nothing. Now he's a traitor?

That's the game, Cass.

Look, you can't let it twist you.

All right? And if it does, you can't let them see it.

I know, I know.

Look, it's my first time in it, too.

Ready?

- Are you good? - Yeah, fine.

I just need a sec.

Okay.

Make him talk, or my boys start laying down plastic.

Rhodes.

What are you doing here?

We don't have a lot of time.

These guys don't trust you.

They don't trust me. They don't trust anybody.

This guy, Ferris, he was trained to chase the facts.

He's worse than a Dobermann.

So, you're gonna have to earn some good faith right now.

What's the first thing I taught you?

- Don't get caught. - Oh, yeah, right.

But if you do,

you have to create the leverage to keep you alive

long enough to make a move.

Right?

So, do you have this - this dongle?

Where?

It's safe.

Scott, I can't help you unless you give me something.

If I hand it over, I will have nothing.

Let me worry about that, okay?

You just have to buy enough time, so I can get you the heck out of here.

I'll take you guys to it.

You know that'll never fly. We're on a submarine.

Look, just give me a location.

Scott, this is your only move,

and they're gonna put the hounds on you...

until you die,

or until you make somebody up, whichever comes first.

This is it.

- Hey, Ed, clock's ticking. - Okay.

They're assholes.

Fine. Only you.

Nobody else.

I can live with that.

Great. You did the right thing.

Now, you hang in there. I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?

- Where's the drive? - Well, he doesn't know.

But he said he will take us to the location of the second component.

Second component?

What are you doing? That's not the objective.

Well, it is now.

Mister Kingsley?

You and your men have 30 seconds to make a very important decision.

I can make you all extremely wealthy.

I need your assistance immediately. You now have 20 seconds.

You don't look surprised, Scott.

Let me guess.

The location thing was bullshit, huh?

When did you know?

When you went after the only thing Ferris didn't need.

Good catch.

You know, I was never one for all this needle nonsense, I've...

always preferred a direct approach, okay? So...

Kingsley, time's up!

- We have an agreement. - Very good!

I'll wire money as soon as we get top site.

We'll negotiate and exact amount in a few moments.

Where is it?

Where is it, Scott?

Let me check my pocket. Do you mind?

Tell me where it is.

The mission's over.

Your team's dead.

I do not wanna kill you.

Fucker.

Just tell me where it is.

What's gonna happen to you

when your buyer finds out you fucked up, huh?

You really wanna die over this?

Do you?

This isn't working.

Cut an inch off, we'll leave him half.

You're ready for round two?

God, I hope so.

Drop it!

I'm not the enemy here.

Interlock your hands behind your head.

Come on.

- Are you sure you want to do this? - Now!

Walk to me.

Let's go!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Taylor!

It's Rhodes. Do you have sights on Wheeler?

Where is Ferris?

Ferris is dead.

He went rogue.

He and his men came here to assassinate Wheeler.

We were sent to keep him alive.

Do not listen to him.

Do not listen to him.

Are you with Wheeler?

Ryan?

Are you with Wheeler?

Yes!

Well played. Good move.

You need to turn him over to us right now.

Who the hell are you?

I'm your superior,

and I'm giving you a command right now,

to hand Wheeler over.

You stay, you die.

I'm also the man who can give you the assignment you want,

or you could be answering phones for the rest of your life in Somalia.

Now, turn him over, now!

Taylor?

I'm coming out, unarmed,

and we will discuss this.

You have nothing to worry about.

If it gets hot, kill them both.

Keep Wheeler alive, you got me?

Done.

I'm coming out.

I'm unarmed.

Shit.

They're gone. They're gone. Get out here.

They're gone. Lock down this boat. We have to find them right away.

This is Kingsley. We got an escaped subject

moving to the stern of the ship.

He's with agent Ryan and Taylor.

If you see them, employ non-lethal force only.

This is not a drill!

You heard him. Fix the mags.

Son of a bitch.

Rankin!

Rankin, I need eyes!

I need eyes on the monitor. If you see them, let me know.

Yeah, copy that.

We need to talk business, and we need to talk right now.

Go to right, Go to right.

Go. Good to go.

We're clear.

You did good out there.

- You're all right? - Yeah.

I need you to tell me what the fuck is going on right now.

Cass, come on. Let's turn him in, all right?

This has nothing to do with us.

It does now... Look...

I know you don't trust me.

Either we do this together, or I'll do it alone.

Hey!

Fuck!

I'm trying to be nice here.

Rhodes needs me.

He doesn't need you.

Step back.

Now, you're gonna tell me...

where I can find the comm system.

Control room by the bow.

How many guards?

Two.

Maybe three.

Any weapons here?

Are you sure?

Come on, step back.

Your turn.

Drop the guns, please.

You, let me make one thing clear, okay?

You're still in our custody.

You do anything to fuck this up, or jeopardize us,

one wrong move, I swear to God, I'll fucking kill you.

Okay.

My men are doing a sweep.

- And guess what, we'll find him. - Good.

Kingsley, hypothetically...

If Wheeler needed to contact someone top side,

what exactly would he have to do?

He would have to get to the control room.

And if he did, it wouldn't even help him.

Why?

At this depth, he's gotta surface, or float a buoy.

But he can't do that without the Conn.

Do you think Wheeler knows that?

No, he wouldn't. But Ryan and Taylor, they would.

Get a few men. Come with me.

So, this was the only posting they had, huh?

What?

I'm guessing the Agency promised you Field Agent after, what?

Six months?

Come on, it's been longer than that. Right?

Yeah, if it's all you say, I think we can do without the small talk, okay?

Just wanted to make sure you know how to use that thing.

Believe me, you'll be the first to know.

Come on.

Let's go.

Wait.

Slowly.

Looks like nobody's home.

Rankin never leaves.

Kingsley could have pulled them off to aide with the search.

No, control room's always occupied.

Okay, listen, I'm going in.

No, I'll go. Watch him.

- Cass. - I got it.

Just have my back.

Taylor's alone. No sign of subject.

Me, listen up. He'll be close by.

Just wait.

Tell them if they get the shot, take her.

If you see her, take the goddamned shot.

- Got another one. - Is it Wheeler?

Can't tell from this position.

Tell her to come back.

Cass.

Come back!

Come on!

It's Ryan.

Take them both. Just take them both.

Down!

Squeeze it, hold it. Hold it.

Hold on. Don't talk. Don't talk.

Cass!

Get out of there! Now!

I'm sorry.

- Come on, let's go! - We gotta get Ellis! - It's too late!

Get out!

Clear!

Clear!

Jesus!

Don't worry. There's not many places they could go.

Oh, really?

What about that access door?

Without this? Unlikely.

It was also unlike they were gonna shoot up the sub.

Sir, we have a live one.

Ah, Jesus.

Sorry, kid.

It's just business.

Here.

You let him fucking die.

Hey, he was dead already.

Bullshit! He could've lived and you know it.

I made a judgment call. You had a chance. He didn't.

He was dying.

Yeah, he just wanted to fucking even the odds.

Listen, I know he's your friend.

I'm sorry.

That's the job.

Now...

Is there any way to radio out?

Yeah, we have to make to the Conn, but...

It's sealed off,

and Kingsley's the only one with the key.

Unless we get the ship to surface.

The only we're getting any signal is by releasing the conn's buoy.

So, lead me to the bow.

Did not you hear me? Without Kingsley, it's impossible.

There has to be an actual crew on the other side, right?

Yeah.

Okay, then if we cannot get to them,

we make them come to us.

And how exactly do you plan on doing that?

- This is a really bad idea. - Do you have a better one?

Auxiliary and lower engine rooms are clear.

Whoa, whoa, wait, you're not seriously considering this, are you?

These valves control water ventilation,

for those tanks.

We just need a trigger, something that will force their hand.

As long as we reach the bow before the repair crew,

we have a shot. That's it.

- Okay, great. And then what? - And then...

- Well, you'll be the hero. - Well, I'm still taking you in.

Whatever. How much time to get from here to that door?

Three... four minutes, tops.

But it's less for them.

Come here, I think I have an idea.

So, the safety tanks are meant to be full.

But if we overclock a negative tank,

I think we can create enough pressure, to just cause a leak.

In the old days, it was just red wire, blue wire.

Come on, help me.

What the...?

- It's time to go. - Yeah, let's go.

Kun, Kun, this is engine control.

We have a problem here.

Engine room, repeat?

Come on, let's go.

Here.

The negative tank is spiking, Captain.

A computer glitch?

It doesn't look like it, Sir.

Sommer, this is the Captain. I need a sitrep.

Sir, the tank's water pressure is mounting fast.

Can you close the vent valve?

Negative. Someone's by-passing the emergency line.

- What? - We'll have to do it manually.

Kingsley, are you there?

Kingsley?

Kingsley?

What do you think you're doing, Captain?

You're breaking protocol.

Your men have strict orders to stay away from all vessel equipment.

What the hell is going on back there?

One of your men disengaged an emergency line on the ballast tank.

Well, then fix it, damn it!

It's a goddamned water leak!

I'm sending someone over.

We have a problem!

Well, that can't be good.

Come on!

Control! This is the engine room,

we have full failure on negative tank!

We have full failure on negative tank!

Get a damage team down there, now!

Kingsley, the compartment is flooding, and it's filling up fast.

I'm sending men over, whatever they tell you to do...

- You do it. - Fuck!

Copy.

Crew's on its way.

Redirect all units to the bow access door.

Go, go, go. Go, go!

All right.

You're okay. It could have been a live round.

Hey, come on. Let's go!

Move! Move!

- Get that door closed! - Sir!

Engine control, this is Chief of the Boat,

requesting damage report.

We're at the tank bay!

We got in inch of flooded board.

- Can you contain it? - Sir, I think so.

Don't think, Officer, just do it.

Check those valves!

Start the draining pump!

Once this is under control, take us to periscope depth.

Take an extra guy, get down to the tank bay,

and keep your eye on those squids.

Where's my guy? You're all right?

Kingsley, you have to start listening to me, all right?

I know Wheeler. I know the way he thinks,

I know the way he reacts...

If he figures a way off this thing, it's over.

He ain't getting off of this ship. We stopped him twice now...

- Where is he gonna go? - I don't know, it's your boat.

Looks like you're starting to get a little flushed there, Rhodes.

- You don't know my employer. - Let me guess.

The Russians, the Chinese...? Maybe the Koreans...

- Does it make any difference? - No, it doesn't.

As long as the money clears.

Just find them.

Come on.

Fuck!

Perfect.

You've been shot before?

Why? Are you surprised?

Look, I'm hoping that you have a new plan.

What's gotten you hoping this?

Yeah, well, it's been a little difficult considering...

Rhodes seems to know every single one of your moves before you do.

Who is he?

Just someone I misjudged.

Yeah. No, it's more than that.

Look, I'm taking a leap of faith with you.

You want me to trust you, You have to trust me.

What's going on?

He recruited me.

I spent years reporting to him,

until he was transferred to Intelligence.

Last time I saw him, he was talking about retirement.

What's on those files?

It's an algorithm detailing how we activate our sleeper agents.

If it falls into the hands of the wrong people,

it's over.

Kun! We've reached full power on the negative tank.

Running it slow.

- We got it! - Copy! Sommer, how are we looking?

Water pressure's normal,

and tank's default's restored.

Radio those boys and bring them back.

Then, set your course for periscope depth.

Aye, Captain. Setting course for periscope depth.

What do you want to do about the crew?

Send them back.

All right. Copy that.

Looks like they stopped it.

What now?

They're still out there.

We need to level the playing field.

How? There's only two of us.

It's time to change that.

I don't like what I saw then that door doesn't open.

Okay?

I see you brought the rookie.

How the hell do you know that?

No one else wearing that cheap perfume down here, sweetheart.

She's a friend.

Could use another.

Haven't you heard?

Friends will get you killed.

I'm looking to get out of here.

Would be very nice to have an extra hand.

What does she think about that?

Well, that depends on what you're really doing down here.

Never seen you on the manifest.

You're name isn't on any of the official logs.

Well, I guess the term is "Ghost Detainee."

That's right, well, my question is why.

Let's just say I got a terminal case of "I know too much."

Your people can't kill me, and they can't accept to let me go either.

Facit Omnia Voluntas.

Sie wissen dass ich verstehe.

He's KSK.

German Special Forces.

Okay, so...

say we do make it to the Conn, and we get the sub back,

then, what are you going to do?

Say "You're welcome."

How much longer do you wanna wait this thing out?

Let's give them another sweep. We still have a bit of time.

You know, I really think that we should consider our second option.

No, it's too soon.

And at what point will it be too fucking late, huh??

Shit, come on.

Now would be good.

Darrows. Darrows, do you hear me?

Kingsley! We're climbing.

No shit, we're climbing. Darrows!

- Captain Darrows, what are you doing? - Kingsley?

This charter has encountered its fair share of bent shit, Kingsley.

I don't know what the hell is going on back there.

But my command supersedes your authority.

I'm also surfacing the vessel at the nearest port,

and waiting for further orders from Langley.

You will do no such thing. Stay your course, Captain!

That'll be all, Kingsley.

Officer of the Deck. Open the locker and let's arm ourselves.

I'm not taking any chances.

I need to get up there.

What exactly is that?

- Taylor just accessed the a door. - Which one?

Son of a bitch. He's grabbing Marco.

Who the fuck is Marco?

I believe we should get you one of these.

I knew I liked you.

Take Dax, go check it out. I'm handling the front.

Hold on, Kingsley. Hold on.

I think you should go with them, and you should let me handle Darrows.

I think we should throw everything we have at Wheeler.

Besides, Darrows may be Captain, but I'm Agency.

I think I can persuade him.

All right.

To him, you're just a hired hand, right?

Yeah.

Fine.

Get the package ready, you know what to do.

I think we really have to move fast on this one.

You can't let him off this boat.

- You understand that, right? - I'm on it.

Weddle, you're with me.

Dax, take the two men.

Down at the crew cell block. Check it out.

Got it.

Sitrep every of 5 minutes!

- Flashbangs coming. - We don't fuck around, boys.

- Come on. - Let's go.

They should be closing in any minute.

I think that if we take positions on the other end,

we can corner them and get the drop from behind.

Actually, I got a better idea.

But she's not gonna like it.

- 625 feet, Captain.

- What's the closest port? - Havana.

About 45 clicks southeast. But we're gonna need clearance.

Who the hell are you?

Edward Rhodes. I'm with the Agency.

You're not authorized to be in here, agent Rhodes.

No, Sir, I'm sorry. I'll take full responsibility.

I apologize, but we have an urgent matter below.

And you and I need to talk, Captain.

- Well, there's a radio for that. - I understand. I couldn't risk it.

I believe Kingsley has been compromised.

Now, you know you broke protocol. You know that, but...

The situation has since worsened, and...

I could really use your help, Sir.

What in God's name is going on back there?

Now, you know I'm not supposed to answer that question, Sir.

Well, you'd better try.

Okay.

One of the detainees on board used to be one of ours.

He's extremely cunning, incredibly lethal,

and he has information that is vital to our National Security.

Well, he managed to escape during an interrogation, and he is...

wandering below.

I'm not sure...

But I think he got to Kingsley,

and made some kind of deal with him and his men.

Now, they can't truly escape until you surface.

So, I'm just asking for a little time.

Hopefully my men can neutralize this situation.

I mean, please Captain, can't you just maintain this depth for a short while?

All right, agent Rhodes.

I'm gonna verify a few things.

Thank you, Sir.

- Float the conn's buoy. - Aye, Captain.

What the...?

How about that?

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Are you okay?

Yeah.

Good call on the blood.

Dax! Do you read?

Dax! Do you copy?

Dax!

Taking fire! Taylor's down!

Taylor's down! In-coming!

- We gotta get over there. - Wait.

- Do we have eyes on Wheeler? - Taking fire. Advancing.

I got a visual. He's down. He's hurt.

Say hi, asshole.

Fuck you.

What about the prisoner?

No longer an issue.

Get him up to the mess hall. Good work, man.

Should we call into Rhodes?

I don't trust that son of a bitch.

I need to talk to Wheeler first.

Copy that.

- Well, your story checks out. - Yes, Sir.

But we're still being ordered to dock at Havana.

The extraction team is already en route.

Just bought yourself some time.

Thank you, Captain.

Thank you.

You look nervous.

Yeah. You're not?

I never saw the point.

And usually, I shoot the other guy before he shoots me.

Of course.

Okay. Let's do this.

Wheeler.

I'm glad you can finally join us.

I thought perhaps you and I could talk before getting agent Rhodes.

He's not here.

No, he is not.

Then, this should be over quickly.

I was gonna cut you in on a deal, I swear.

I was gonna cut you in on a deal.

Where's Rhodes?

Fuck you.

He's over at the front playing bureaucrat.

How many guys are with him?

One guy.

That's it.

What do you want to do with him?

Don't, don't... Please don't kill me.

I'm not gonna kill you, Kingsley.

I can imagine, he has a few words he'd like to say to you.

He's all yours.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to tell you

that I owe you one.

Pretty sure, yeah.

- Good luck. - Try not to have too much fun.

Don't worry.

I know exactly what to do with him.

- ETA 11 minutes, Sir. - Copy.

Echo One, we're 11 minutes out.

Requesting docking coordinates.

Copy that.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Chief of the Boat, make your depth 75 feet.

Aye, Captain.

It's not looking good.

Keep them up.

What the hell is this?

Jesus Christ.

Captain, my name is Cassie Taylor.

I'm an agent on board.

Whatever this guy is saying, is a complete lie.

Unbelievable.

He's operating without clearance.

He's killed half of our men, including my partner.

You can not trust him.

Is that him?

That's correct, Captain.

We can prove everything. All I need is a line out.

Just two minutes. You can monitor the whole thing.

You gotta be joking.

Do all you, Company men, rehearse the same way?

He already got that deal.

And guess what, it panned out.

Where's your guy?

Come on, Wheeler, stop this charade.

You know you murdered everyone on the boat.

Wheeler, look, they set the course to dock.

Captain.

You can take my gun.

We can wait until the team arrives.

Captain, this man is extremely lethal.

Things could get out of hand really quickly.

I suggest you command your men to make a move right now, Captain.

Go on, take it.

Captain, think about it.

If anything he's saying was true,

we wouldn't be willing to hold out with you.

Captain, don't listen to them, all right? They're playing you.

This is exactly what we train them to do.

Have your men move, now!

I think I've heard enough.

I don't give a good goddamned which one of you is spinning the yarn.

So, I think I'll let Langley decide.

In the meantime, agent Rhodes,

I think I'm gonna have to take that.

Sure. Just take it.

Captain. Back off! Back off! Now, back off!

Everybody, don't move.

I'll put a bullet in his head, I swear to God.

Okay, everybody stay calm...

We're all gonna stay alive. Captain, here's what we are gonna do...

You're gonna command your men,

to alter the coordinates to surface before the port,

as close to land as possible.

- Like hell I will. - Okay, I understand.

Goddammit!

Issue the order right now,

or I will shoot you, and I will shoot your men.

- Issue the order! - Do it!

Take it up!

Okay. Now.

Good.

Command your men to drop their sidearms,

to the floor and kick them over.

- Tell them. Now. - Kun...

Sinclair, lower your side...

That's right. Nice and easy.

Drop your sidearms. Drop them! Now!

On the ground!

Drop them! On the ground.

Back the fuck up, Scott!

I'll blow your fucking head off.

Kick your guns over here. Both of them.

Kick the fucking gun over here.

Very good.

- Cass, drop your weapon. - Go fuck yourself.

Really? Okay, well, maybe he'll help you out.

- Fuck! - Put it down.

Put it down on the fucking table.

Too bad, Wheeler.

She would have made an incredible partner. She's loyal right to the end.

- I know how to pick them. - Not exactly.

Agent Ballard?

Hi, Scott.

I saw you die.

You saw what I wanted you to see.

Rhodes knew we were on it from the word "Go."

That's why he cut me in.

Don't beat yourself up about it, Scott.

We both did our job.

I just did mine a little bit better.

Go.

Put it down.

Hand it over.

- Did you get it? - Not exactly.

But there's more than enough to split three ways.

We need to cut our loses and move, now.

- No, I didn't agree to that. - You don't have a choice.

The deal was they were gonna wire the money

once we gave them the second piece.

Now, we don't have it.

So, it's still a win. Don't be greedy.

Greed is the reason we're here.

Let's take him with us. I'll get him to talk.

It's too risky! Just let it go!

Jesus Christ.

You. You!

Answer that phone. Put it on the speaker.

This is Captain Darrows.

Copy that. Darrows, Echo-Zero-Five.

We're about two miles out. Do you copy?

Affirmative.

The coordinates are locked in.

I can see them now.

Good. As you as you land, disengage your forehatch, so my men can board.

We want this to be easy sledding.

Understood. Over.

Put it down.

Okay.

Tell them to unlock the forehatch.

Hey, amuse me.

Was any of it real?

The sex wasn't bad.

I guess she'll never find out.

Please... you've been dead for two days.

Look, it's nothing personal, Scott, but...

It would take two lifetimes to make this kind of cash

chasing guys you and I know they'll replace them in time.

If you can't beat them, join them.

Your crazy.

Oh, Jesus.

We have to go now.

You're gonna get caught.

Do you think that off-setting the coordinates back a couple of miles

is gonna change anything?

Someone's bound to see you're trying to make it to shore.

You'll be fugitives.

Really? Thanks.

Are you finished?

Good. You can kill her.

Wait! Wait!

I will tell you where it is, okay?

If you want the dongle...

Let her go and it's yours.

Where is it?

In a safe deposit box, okay?

He's lying, let's go.

- Yeah, what if he isn't? - Don't be a fool!

You made a small fortune already.

No, we're talking about millions here.

Hey, hey, hey...

Ballard, watch yourself.

Give me the location, Scott.

Give me your word she lives.

Goddammit! Let's go!

You have my word.

Fuck this!

Wheeler!

Teasing my ass, you...!

Shoot her!

Goddammit, Ballard! Shoot her!

Shoot her, Ballard. Shoot her!

Goddammit!

Shoot her!

Ballard!

Bitch!

Bitch!

Wheeler!

Yeah?

We got to get to Ballard.

Jesus Christ, are you okay?

I'm fine. We've got to go. Come on!

Are you sure?

This way!

On the ground! On the ground, now!

On the ground! Drop your weapon!

I'm Company! Don't shoot!

We have an escaped target.

She just ran out of here. We need to find her.

He's been shot. He needs help!

- They're ready for you. - Okay, great, thank you.

Agent Taylor, Sir.

Thank you.

- Hello. - Agent Taylor.

Please, have a sit.

- Hey. - Hi.

Anything you'd like to say before we start?

No, Sir.

Good.

We've looked over your report,

and it seems to fall in line with agent Wheeler's statement.

Now, I'd be remiss if I didn't say, his vindication was...

in part, due to your testimony. Now...

Having said that...

This is one of the biggest fuck-ups to ever come across my desk.

The panel can't open an inquiry because the black site doesn't exist.

And we can't label the source of the leak,

because that would mean admitting to a fray that we weren't prepared for.

I got six dead agents,

three civilians,

and an OSI Committee breathing down my neck.

I knew Tom Drummond.

He was a good agent, and one smart son of a bitch.

But he second he got autonomy to run that division,

was the second that we had to start answering for it.

You understand?

Yes, Sir.

As for agent Ballard...

Muchas gracias por sus negocios, señorita.

We've been trying to track her movements since she disappeared in Cuba.

Interpol tracked her down to some bodega in Caracas.

While another dead end lead us to a safe house in Peru.

Wherever she is...

She's being careful.

Now, it there's anything good to come out of this,

is the fact that we were to recover a terabyte of data

from an encrypted server that Rhodes was accessing.

This should help us locate and identify his buyer.

How would you like to be part of the team that takes him down?

Yes, of course, Sir.

- Thank you. - Good.

I trust you won't have any issue with your new partner.

No.

Then, that's all for now.

Thank you.

Oh, agent Taylor, one more thing before you go.

When our team went in to sweep the site, they took log of the detainees,

all of them had been accounted for except one.

A German.

When they located his cell, they found Kingsley naked,

tied to a toilet with three of his guards.

The son of a bitch insisted he was being coerced.

Mhm.

Do you know anything about that?

I can't say that I do.

Mh-mhm.

Thank you.

Did he call yet?

- No, not yet. - Mhm.

No necesito lo que tienes.

Go!

Fuck off!

Yeah?

Consider us even, friend.

Stay out of trouble.

You too.

So, Special Agent Taylor. It has a nice ring to it.

It does, doesn't it?

Tell me something.

Where did you really hide the dongle?

Exactly where I said.

In a safe deposit box?

Wait, so you actually stopped at a bank?

I got an account and everything.

I hate to break it to you, but you know, that spy stuff,

it's not so exciting.

Mhmm.

- Really? - I swear.

Most of the time, you stay in a shitty motel,

shitty bed,

hopefully non-shitty breakfast.

- It hurts still. - I forgot you got shot.

How's it doing?

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