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(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(GUNSHOT)

- (GUNSHOT)
- (ALL SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

SIMON: Papa.

Simon...

(IMITATES THROAT CUTTING)

(YOENIS CONTINUES
SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(IMITATES THROAT CUTTING)

(GUSTAVO LAUGHS)

MEYLAN: The C-130, Liberty One,

will depart Naval Air Station
Key West at 2200 hours.

Lima team, partnered
Navy-Marine Corp,

will air-drop 13 miles off the
Cuban coast, landing at Güines,

which, according to intel

Admiral Chandler
obtained from Dr. Montano,

is home to a hidden
rebel stronghold.

What kind of numbers
can we expect?

The rebel force is somewhere
between 500 and 5,000.

SLATTERY: Our team's
dropping in with a two-ton gift

of small arms and light weapons.

Whatever their size, I promise
you, that militia will be well-outfitted.

Now, once Lima team makes
contact with El Gallo and his men...

I'm sorry, Admiral. How
confident are you in this El Gallo?

This unknown
leader of free Cuba?

Do you think he's more inclined
to join our cause than, say,

the Chinese, or the Indians,
or the Brits, right now?

How confident are you
that when our team lands,

they find themselves
met by friendly interests

and not, say, indifference
or hostility? One to ten.

One being they slit our throats
soon as we hit the beach.

(SIGHS)

Six, sir.

(SIGHS)

General, you signed off on this?

I did, sir. Though, to be
frank, I have concerns.

The General's worried the
intel I got from Dr. Montano

may not be trustworthy.

I've lost a lot of Marines
already, Mr. President.

Trust in anything coming out of
Gustavo's camp is in short supply.

But you trust it, Admiral?

I was with the man.

He lost faith in Gustavo and
gave his life to stop the bloodshed.

I've had the country running at
full tilt for the last three months

to put us in a position
to take back Mexico,

and now you wanna
air-drop a dozen of our finest

into the lion's den before
we can back them up?

Gustavo's preoccupied with
shoring up support from his base.

Now is the best time for us
to make our move on Cuba.

And we need it, sir,

not just as a buffer against
another major attack,

but as a staging area to
launch our own invasion south.

Please continue, Admiral.

MEYLAN: Thank you, sir.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Señor Barros...

Gustavo.

Tell me, what's a win?

Jumping to the end already?

Doesn't feel like a jump to me.

In your speeches, you promise
your people a quick victory,

but, from what I've seen,

you've been stuck in
place for some time now.

I'm curious if your
thinking has changed,

or if you regret starting a
war with the United States?

We didn't start this war.

You sank a US fleet in Mayport

on the very day that
your loyalists murdered

the duly-elected
leader of Panama.

That sounds textbook.

Mayport wasn't an attack,
nor was it the beginning.

You're young,

but smart enough to know
the US's history of murder

and political insurrection
in Latin America.

Guatemala, '54. Cuba, '61.

DR, '65. Chile, '73.
Nicaragua, '82. Grenada, '83.

This war is a battle for the survival
of the people of Gran Colombia.

So, is this your justification

for the forced conscription,
the purges, the death squads?

GUSTAVO: Where do you
get this information from?

- (WHISPERED PRAYING)
- NINA: Several accounts from defectors.

GUSTAVO: Defectors from what?

Our borders are not closed.

People are free to come
and go as they wish.

Their accounts are
remarkably consistent.

This isn't a war
of public opinion.

This is about taking a
fresh look at the world...

Post-virus, post-famine.

This is about
adjusting the balance.

United States have
been bullies for too long.

This movement is a rebirth.

Take your camera and your
notepad and go to the countryside.

Go to the cities of
Central and South America

and see the pride
in people's faces.

Freedom from tyranny
is what they demanded,

and it's what I'm giving them.

And I'm inviting the people
of all of the Americas to join.

(SIGHS)

Ensign Swain, any news?

- No, sir.
- (SIGHS) No surprise there.

She's probably hiding in a hole
somewhere, hoping we give up looking.

No chance of that, sir.

I've been monitoring
cell activity

for Colombia and the
United States for months.

If Kelsi's still in contact with
anyone down south, we'll know it.

Well, good. Till then, I
have another job for you.

- Sir, I...
- Radio jammers aboard the James

were fried in the attack.

I need you to reprogram
her electric grid.

I wanna make sure those
Cuban artillery batteries

don't use our Herc
as target practice.

Where do you need me?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

One-twenty five.

KELSI: Um...

(CHUCKLES)

I only got one-fifteen.

- Are you kidding?
- Beat it.

Hey, stop!

Get back here!

ELLI: Zoey?

It's getting late,
sweetie. Time to come in.

But, Mom, Aunt Kelsi's
here. Just a few more pushes?

Yeah, Mom. Just a few more?

(ZOEY LAUGHING)

Yeah, I heard rumors that
you were in Carta-gina?

Mmm. Cartagena. Yeah, right.

You didn't leave the country?

You just disappeared.

Whatever you want to ask, ask.

Just stop, please.

No, go ahead. Ask me.

I don't need to ask.

Because you know
everything about me...

- Right?
- I know what kind of person you are.

- Oh, what kind of a person...
- The kind who runs off

with any loser
promising adventure.

The kind who makes a mess and
leaves the rest of us to clean it up.

The kind who hasn't even bothered
to come see her own daughter.

Mom? Can you read me
The Paper Bag Princess?

Uh, did you brush your teeth?

Okay, I'll be in in a sec.

Night, Aunt Kelsi.

Night. Sleep tight.

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

(ZOEY LAUGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Remember when you
used to read that to me?

You need to turn yourself in.

I know.

No, you don't know,

otherwise you wouldn't be here,

putting me in danger,
putting Zoey in danger.

No one's in danger.

- It's not like I'm a...
- A what?

A murderer?

A terrorist?

Go ahead, tell me you're not.

Look me in the eye and tell me the
cops, the Navy, and the goddamn FBI

tore my house apart for three weeks
because you didn't kill that woman.

I don't know where else to go.

Police station would be a start.

And say what?

- The truth.
- The truth.

What's the truth, Elli?

That I'm an idiot?

That I thought I was helping?

That it turns out I am just a
piece of Florida white trash

thinking I could solve
the world's problems.

I know what I did.

And I know what's coming
for me. God knows I deserve it.

You're not trash, and
you're not a monster.

And, I mean, at this point,
according to the US government,

you're basically the most important
human being on the planet, right?

(KELSI CHUCKLES)

Just tell them something,
cut a deal. It won't be so bad.

Yeah.

I'm gonna get you a good deal

and we're gonna
make it through this.

You, me, and Zoey.

GATOR: On course
two-one-zero, making 16 knots.

Estimated time of arrival
based on current speed,

three hours and 45 minutes.

Anything pop up
in the shakedown?

Well, some trouble out of two gen,
but we'll have it online in the hour.

And we haven't sprung any
leaks, so that's a good thing.

Roger that.

CIC, bridge. Report your status.

Sub-surface clear.
All systems go.

Surface clear. All systems go.

Bridge, TAO.
Testing is complete.

All combat systems
are up and ready to go.

It's good to be back, ma'am.

Glad to hear it.

After three months of dry
dock I think we set a record.

Captain, Radio. All circuits up.

HF channel is
encrypted and secure.

KARA: Who else do
we have on the line?

Patching through Command now.

Nathan James, we
hear you loud and clear.

Much as I enjoyed Moby Dick,
it's a pleasure to hear your voice.

Admiral Chandler,
how's the Herc?

Weapons supply is currently
being loaded and on schedule.

Hitting Cuban airspace in three hours.
Sound about right, Captain Green?

KARA: We'll be waiting.
Have a safe flight, Admiral.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Watch it, Marine.

Sorry, Chief. My bad.

UTT: Excuse the fellas, Admiral.

The Marines have been
grounded since the Mayport attack.

They're angry and
ready to hook and jab.

They'll get their chance.

Thank you, sir, for
everything you've done.

All loaded up.

When's the last time you jumped?

On purpose? I don't
know. Six or seven years.

Like falling off a bike.

Sure you don't wanna
join in the fun, Professor?

Someone's gotta stay on the
plane and do the hard work.

Gunny, check the palletized
gear and equipment.

Lima team, load up.
Let's go get some.

MARINES: Ooh-rah!

- Ooh-yah.
- Ooh-yah.

(ALL SPEAKING SPANISH)

GUSTAVO: Hector.

Esteban.

HECTOR: Octavio.

(CHUCKLES)

Hector...

You know, I always wondered why
Navy corpsmen deploy with the Marines.

Because the Marines
like to fight, sir.

(STAMMERS) I mean, I'm
not saying that y'all don't, sir.

I was just, uh...

You know, I meant that, um...

- I was saying that we...
- (CHUCKLES)

Take it easy, corpsman.

Save your energy.

Yes, sir.

So, you guys work out?

Come on.

Thought you bastards
were supposed to be fun.

We've been
waiting, like, 50 years

to invade this shit-box
island, am I right?

My mother's Cuban.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Command, this is Liberty One.

We're leaving American airspace
and proceeding on schedule. Over.

SLATTERY: Copy
that, Liberty One.

Nathan James is in
range to jam the radar

in the Cuban artillery
battery. Stand by.

HF feed is holding up.

Wish we had better
eyes on the battlefield.

Yes, sir. Without satellites,
this will have to do.

Ensign, we ready?

All set, Admiral.

(EXHALES) Okay.

Liberty One, Command.

You are clear to proceed.

Navy Spear, sending
jam package now.

Commence jamming
sequence on your end.

VALDEZ: Aye.

Jamming sequence initiated.

Liberty One, Navy Spear.
Cuba's blind and they don't know it.

Copy that, Navy Spear. Ground
wind's out of the northwest.

One-five knots.

Deploy chutes 9,000.

PILOT: Jump team, flight
lead. Two-minute warning.

Lima team, stand by.
Two minutes, two minutes!

Two minutes.

Two minutes.

Good luck.

Ooh-rah.

(DOOR OPENING)

MAN: On my go!

All right!

To the door!

Go!

Go!

Go!

SWAIN: All teams, Command.

Jamming's holding. You
have another 40 seconds.

Navy Spear. Roger that.

- We're good, let's go!
- PILOT: Weapons supply away.

Uplink confirmed.
Nav system engaged.

Aye, sir. I have control of the
cache. Deploying the chute now.

(BEEPING)

Unknown air track,
inbound Liberty One.

What the hell is
going on over there?

Flight Lead, come in. Come in.

Liberty One, Liberty
One, this is Command.

NISHIOKA: We have
a missile detonation.

Target's trajectory leading
back to the north side of Cuba.

Liberty One is hit
and going down.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Flight lead, what's your status?

Flight lead! Do you copy?

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

What the hell?

Did everyone egress?

No, no.

(SIGHS) No.

No, no.

SLATTERY: Lima. Command.

What is your status?

Our status is
goddamn livid, Admiral.

Why weren't we jamming
those artillery batteries?

We're gonna get
you some answers.

This is DuFine. I wanna
speak to Captain Utt.

Command. Utt. Lima
team has landed.

No sign of Bowen, Lin,
Murphy, Weeks, Santora, or Hird.

Most likely they were KIA.

Looks like Liberty One
was shot out of the sky.

Pilots were on-course.

Jamming was set.

We had no early warning.

Admiral Chandler was
also onboard, ma'am.

Command, Navy Spear.
Commencing search and rescue now.

Helm, all ahead two-thirds.

Gear is off-target.

No confirm of beacon.

It must be out of range.

(SIGHS)

Mother, can we get a fix
on that weapons supply?

We were tracking it using
the radar relay from the plane.

Last position, supply
was off-course,

headed west on a path toward
the north shore of Havana.

That's Gustavo country.

The rebel camp is three
miles in the other direction.

Why don't we go there first?

No. We secure the gear,
then we find the rebels.

You want to walk into Havana
with half our team and no firepower?

We can't risk letting those
weapons fall into the wrong hands.

I agree. We don't have a choice.

They know we're here,
so we have to move fast.

That beacon has
a two-mile range.

If we can get in the
area, I know we can find it.

Mission hasn't changed.

Roger that.

Command, Utt.

We are proceeding feet dry
in search of weapons supply.

Update when we arrive.

Copy all.

Ma'am, based on its
speed and trajectory,

the plane could've gone
down anywhere here.

If we're looking for a debris
field, it could be miles long.

- Let's get that bird in the air.
- Aye, ma'am.

I'm going to CIC.
The bridge is yours.

Roger.

(CHANDLER GROANING)

(CONTINUES GROANING)

(SCREAMS IN PAIN)

This entire borough's a
hotbed for Cuban military.

Just that kinda day.

Gear's close.

Whole thing could've
been picked over by now.

Barco, take Green and
see if you can get eyes on.

Aye, sir. Let's go.

Let's do it.

Hey, ma'am. Ma'am,
your neck is bleeding.

It's... It's nothing.
I didn't even feel it.

No, you probably just got nicked
from the shrapnel from the blast.

Here, just apply pressure, okay?

(GROANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(AIRCRAFT APPROACHING)

- (LATIN MUSIC PLAYING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

The package is across
the street behind the bar.

Can't get eyes on
it yet, but it's there.

Could be on the rooftop.

SASHA: Half the city's awake
and the other half will be up soon.

Let's move.

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

Debris field scattered.

No sign of life.

Hell.

(BEEPING)

Anyone else hearing that?

Mother, I'm picking up
something strong here.

Copy that, Brawler. We see it.

Looks like it's headed
to the Port of Matanzas.

Navy Spear, what do you see?

We don't have an ID
yet, sir, but it's huge.

It's got the same signature as the
ship we fought in the Yucatan strait.

You said you hit that
battleship pretty hard.

Yeah.

No worse than she hit Nathan
James. She's a monster.

The radar jamming was
focused on the artillery batteries.

If that ship was patrolling the waters
over the horizon from the Nathan James

it would've had a clear
look at Liberty One.

SLATTERY: This
wasn't on you, Ensign.

Bridge, Captain. Set
course to two-four-five.

STEWART: Course
two-four-five, aye.

This time we sink
her. Ready all VLS.

Aye, ma'am.

(ALL SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Hector...

Hmm?

Looks like we're
in over our heads.

DANNY: Have to
take it piece-by-piece.

Toone, cut it down.

Yes, sir.

The rest of us underneath.

(GROANS)

El Gallo.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Fuentes.

Admiral.

Leader of the Cuban rebels.

We have a lot to discuss.

Closing in on the target,
ma'am. 1,500 yards.

We should see them when
we get around the bend.

We lost the signature.

It's okay. She's
trapped in the bay now.

OOD, slow to three knots.

- Stand by to maneuver.
- Aye, ma'am.

Helm, all ahead
one-third for three knots.

Helm, aye.

NISHIOKA: Prepare to fire as
soon as we get eyes on that ship.

VALDEZ: Aye.

Where the hell did it go? There's
no other way out of this harbor.

(GASPS)

- We got the weight, Toone. Cut it.
- Cut it? Yep.

(ALL GRUNTING)

DANNY: Bring it up.

Careful.

Set it down.

(HUMMING)

(WHISTLING)

(SOLDIER MUTTERING)

(DOORKNOB RATTLING)

Hey! (SPEAKING SPANISH)

(COUPLE MOANING)

(CHUCKLES)

(CONTINUES MUTTERING)

(UNZIPS)

- (GRUNTS)
- (URINATING)

(SOLDIER SIGHS)

- (GRUNTS)
- (ZIPPING)

(MEN LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Holy shit!

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

(WOLF GRUNTS)

I need some help here!

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(ALL GRUNTING)

Mother, Lima.

We're trapped in the courtyard
and contact is imminent.

Request emergency
evac at my location. Over.

Lima, Navy Spear.

Helo is 20 mikes
from your posit. Over.

DANNY: Push!

Push!

They're gonna ram it!

Kandie, set a
claymore on that door.

(ALL GRUNTING)

WOLF: Hold it. Push.

Push!

We're set!

Lima team, on my
command, drop back!

All guns on the door! When
they breach, give them hell!

(GUNFIRE)

Drop back, drop back!

(PANTING)

CHANDLER: I didn't jump out of
a plane to get killed by friendly fire.

You guys wanna
lower your weapons?

You're clear.

(GRUNTS)

Package secure?

Street's contained, but
we need to leave. Now.

Welcome to Cuba.

(FUENTES SPEAKS SPANISH)

(SASHA SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Smokes, thermites, frags.

You got it all.

Systems check.
MFAL is set. Got that?

You know, for a Navy man,
you're not bad with a rifle.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, well, for a Marine,
you're not bad as a doorstop.

Get a room.

(CHUCKLES)

Then we'll have to take the
airfield, the capital building,

the presidential palace,
and then the radio station.

Sounds like you got
everything under control.

It's been a difficult few months,
but the worst is still ahead.

Thank you for
living up to your end,

even though you had
no reason to trust me.

(HECTOR SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GUNSHOT)

(SHOUTS IN SPANISH)

(GUNSHOT)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Hey, Kelsi?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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