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[upbeat dance music playing]

♪

- [sighs] This place looks like a piñata.

[laughter]

♪

- Don't listen to her.

Blanca thinks rainbows aren't colorful enough.

- Patrón.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

[shutters clicking]

[phone buzzes]

Man, hey. Look.

- They're here.

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

♪

[tense music]

♪

- Byron Molina?

Let's get to it.

- Austrian efficiency.

I love it.

♪

My uncle has a saying. "Lo barato sale caro."

[phone beeps]

Cheap is expensive.

A universal truth.

And something you need to understand

if we are going to do business.

♪

[electronic trilling]

♪

[electronic beeps]

100% uncut fentanyl.

That right there can put an elephant down,

and I've got 65 kilos ready to go.

♪

- That's quite the shopping list.

Are you invading Poland?

- Can you get what I need, or not?

[paper rustles]

- Give me 24 hours.

[laughter]

[upbeat music playing]

- Mm! Gracias, mamá.

[speaking Spanish]

[laughter]

- [speaking Spanish]

- Salud! - Salud.

- Did you get that, gringuito?

You want me to say it in English?

- You wanna come over here and say it?

- Hey, that's enough.

- What? You know he has it coming.

- OK, why don't you go take a walk?

Cool off.

- [sighs]

[tense music]

♪

[laughter]

- He's so sensitive.

- I didn't get a look at it,

but whatever he's buying is heavy-duty.

Will you just let me do my job?

We're close, OK? I can get these guys, but--

- I knew it.

♪

You're a rat.

[both grunting]

[snarls]

♪

[yelps]

[yells]

[both grunting]

- [groans]

[both scream]

[car horns honking] [indistinct chatter]

[phone buzzes]

- ASAC Valentine.

Oh, hey.

[dramatic music]

The Durango Cartel?

Are you sure?

♪

I'll be in Budapest in eight hours.

♪

- What's going on?

- Good morning, Agent Forrester.

My name is Charlotte Linzer. CIA.

- I confirmed her credentials

with the local chief of station.

- All right. Is there something I can help you with?

- I certainly hope so.

Antonio Vargas, formerly the most wanted

drug lord in the world, currently incarcerated

at Metropolitan Correctional Center.

- FBI!

- Arrested by your colleagues in New York three years ago.

After Vargas went down, his empire splintered.

There are several contenders vying for the crown,

but the smart money is on his nephew, Byron Molina.

- Yeah, I've heard of him.

Wharton-educated MBA, but more banker than narco.

- Don't be fooled by the fancy degree.

Molina is just as violent as his uncle.

And more ambitious.

- What's he doing in Budapest? Moving weight?

- As you know, Budapest is a hub

for international arms trafficking.

Molina is here to obtain a large consignment of weapons

and exchange them for 65 kilos of fentanyl

in a straight up trade.

There's a crew of Austrian arms dealers behind the deal,

but we're still trying to ID them.

- What division are you with? Special Activities?

[Linzer chuckles softly]

- This operation is highly classified

and approved at the highest levels in Washington

in partnership with the Hungarian Defense Force.

My objective is to secure the weapons and the fentanyl.

- Except something went wrong.

- I've had a NOC agent embedded with Molina's crew

for nearly two years.

He's a singleton operative,

a deniable asset sent in deep cover.

I'll refer to him by his alias, Gabriel Fuentes.

Last night, Fuentes was made by Humberto Orozco,

Molina's weapons expert.

Orozco attacked...

and they both went over a bridge into the Danube.

Our undercover agent is the only one that survived.

- So why come to us?

[tense music]

- Can we speak in private?

- Step into my office.

♪

- With Orozco gone, Molina's lost his weapons man.

If he can't inspect the merchandise,

he might spike the deal.

- But you already have Molina

and more than enough to take down the Austrians,

so why do you need this deal to go through?

- I want the intelligence product.

I wanna know what they're buying,

logistics, shipping routes, financing,

the full picture on how the Mexican cartels

are sourcing weapons from Europe.

- What's the ask?

- I need you to go undercover.

Posing as a weapons expert.

I've checked your profile.

You've got UC experience in Latin America,

the requisite knowledge base,

and a fully backstopped alias we can activate.

- When is this going down?

- Tonight. - [chuckling] Oh, God.

- It's obviously less than ideal.

But a little interagency cooperation

would be appreciated.

- So when life gives you lemons,

come to the FBI.

Is that it?

OK.

This is your op, but if I'm gonna do this,

I'm gonna do it my way with my team.

Is that gonna be a problem?

- On the contrary.

It'll be nice working with you.

- Are you having a laugh?

Scott, you know that UC assignments like this

take weeks of prep, not hours.

This is an operational nightmare.

- The real problem is timing.

A new face coming in at the last minute?

How is Molina not gonna see that as extremely coincidental?

- It's too risky to wire you up.

There's not enough time for recon

or to set up proper surveillance.

- It feels like you're about to walk into a kill box.

Blindfolded.

- I understand, but we have the Durango Cartel in our sights,

and let's not forget about the 65 kilos worth of fentanyl

that are gonna be flooded into Europe.

Guys, we may never get this opportunity again.

And like a wise man once said, "If you're gonna shoot, shoot."

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- What do you need?

- Amanda, I need you to contact undercover ops.

I want my alias tighter than a Quaker at Burning Man, OK?

- On it.

- OK, I can work on IDing the Austrians.

Maybe find out where the weapons are before the deal goes down,

get a step ahead. - Great.

- And I just got word a few minutes ago.

ASAC Valentine's coming to Budapest.

He's already in the air. - Really?

OK. Let me know when he lands.

- Of course.

- Cam?

You've got the desk, OK? I want you running point.

Stay close to Linzer.

- You don't trust her either? - Mm-mm.

Stay close to her. - Mm-hmm.

Hey, Scott?

Be careful out there.

- Mm.

♪

- [sighing]

- Yo.

- You're the guy?

You're not even Latino.

- Well, feel free to find somebody else.

- Look, I know you've been UC with narcos before.

Right? Bolivia, Italy.

I'm sure you're good at whatever you do.

But if Molina doesn't like the way you talk,

your clothes, your face,

he will cut out your liver and feed it to you.

- What happened to Orozco?

The weapons expert. I never got that full story.

How'd you sell that to Molina?

- I told him what happened.

Orozco came at me,

we hit the water, he broke his neck.

I checked for a pulse and he was gone.

[phone buzzes]

[tense music]

[sighs] We're on.

[indistinct chatter]

- Wait here.

♪

- [sniffles]

- You're American?

- That's right.

Florida.

- Arizona.

Little town on the border called Bisbee.

- Oh, you're a long way from home.

- [chuckles softly] Byron always wants me with him

when he travels.

[door clicks] - Byron.

[tense music]

♪

- Bye, baby.

♪

- This is the guy I told you about.

♪

- Get your hands off me. - Whoa, Byron. Come on.

♪

- Joshua Buckner. Ex-Army.

Special Forces snake eater turned PMC.

Somalia.

Yemen.

Ukraine.

- Found my LinkedIn. Good for you.

- Everything about you checks out on paper, but...

I always like to look under the hood

before I make a purchase.

An AR-15.

Fairly basic.

If you are really a weapons expert,

you should be able to assemble it.

- Mm. - No problem.

♪

- You can't be serious.

♪

- 30 seconds.

You know, I've never really shot someone in the eye before.

Kind of excited to see what happens.

20 seconds.

♪

15 seconds.

Assemble the weapon.

- I can't.

♪

This is the wrong cam pin for the bolt carrier group.

It's for an AR-10.

[pin clanks on table] What else you got?

- I'll be in touch.

♪

- Hey, I got something.

I scrubbed the CCTV from the ruin pub

trying to find a face for one of our Austrian traffickers.

- Any luck?

- That doesn't really help us, Agent Raines.

- Push in on his left hand, Kyle.

- The case he's carrying?

- His watch--that's a Carl Suchy & Sohne piece.

Limited series. Only five are produced a year.

I made a few calls, back traced the purchase,

found a name.

- I know that face. Matthias Trauner.

He's been on Europol's radar for a few years.

Ostensibly, he sells industrial ag equipment,

but his real trade is weaponry.

- Oh, three years ago, Trauner was suspected

of selling man portable air defense systems, or MANPADs,

to Houthi rebels in Yemen.

Surface-to-air missiles that can take out

low-flying aircraft and be fired by a single person.

- Looks like Molina is leveling up.

- I'll do a deeper dive on Trauner.

[phone beeps, keypad beeping]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Amanda.

[indistinct chatter]

- No te preocupes por eso.

Te sacaré cuando sea el momento adecuado.

Ya está aprobado.

Y yo tengo autoridad de ejecución.

¿Me entiendes?

♪

- Get anything? - She's planning something.

I don't know what, but Fuentes didn't seem happy about it.

She said the words "execute authority."

[door clicks]

- Jubal! - Hey, Cam.

- Did not expect to see you today.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, well, a source in Langley

clued me in that the CIA was working the Durango Cartel.

Soon as I heard, I got my ass on a plane.

Not trying to overstep.

- No, we could use an extra hand.

- OK, great. Andre, how you doing, man?

- All good, man. - Good, good, good.

Smitty.

- You are full of surprises, Valentine. [laughs]

- Oh, I don't know about that. Great to see you.

Hey, guys.

And you must be Amanda Tate, right?

I've heard great things.

Um, hi. Jubal Valentine.

I'm the ASAC at the New York field office.

- Ah. Good to meet you. - Yeah, you too.

OK. I need to talk to Scott.

- Follow me. - Thanks.

Scott, this is huge.

The Durango Cartel has been reeling

ever since we put Vargas away,

but that hydra has more than a few heads.

Taking Byron Molina off the board

would send the whole organization into chaos.

So you actually saw him face-to-face, right?

- I did.

The deal is I inspect the weapon,

I get 200k worth of crypto in return.

But once we get eyes on the merch,

we'll take down Molina, grab up the weapons.

Look, timing's gonna be tight,

but it's a pretty straightforward op.

- Well, there's nothing straight about this one, man.

Policy hawks in Washington have been beating the drum

on designating drug cartels as terrorist organizations,

and they want to escalate tactics accordingly.

- They want military options on the table?

- Yeah, I mean, think about it.

We got CIA running an op on a crew of narcos,

a bunch of trigger-pullers on standby, no DEA liaison.

I don't know what they got planned, but, uh...

we didn't put Osama bin Laden on trial, right?

- OK, well, thank you for the heads-up,

but, you know, you could have just called.

What's the rush to get out here?

- Uh...

[gunshot] - [grunts]

[somber music]

Uh, you knew Rina, right?

Rina Trenholm? - Rina Trenholm?

Your old colleague?

The one that Antonio Vargas killed?

I'm confused.

- Hey, this is Special Agent Jubal Valentine.

I need an ambulance at the 300 block of Chamberlain.

I have an agent who's been shot.

Yeah, but she wasn't just my colleague.

She...

we were together.

- [exhales]

- What Vargas did to my team...

♪

What he did to Rina,

I'm here because I swore

I would do everything I could

to put the Durango Cartel in the dirt for good.

You know, this isn't just a trafficking case.

This is a war for America...

and for me.

- You still haven't answered my question.

- Remind me.

- What division are you with?

- I'm a case officer. Counterterrorism Center.

- So you are with Special Activities.

Ground Branch? Renditions, assassinations, exfils--

I mean, everything off-book, no fingerprints.

Did you just drag my team into a black op?

- [chuckles softly]

I get you're in a tough spot.

This operation is highly classified and approved.

- Oh, I remember that part.

You know, guess I'm just wondering

what kind of operation would require "execute authority."

- How did you--

hmm.

[chuckling softly] Ah.

[speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- What are you not-- - Cam.

Maybe we wanna take this offline?

♪

- The game is changing.

The cartels are getting more and more sophisticated.

Infrastructure, resources, finances, firepower.

And the violence is spilling over to American soil.

The emerging consensus in Washington

is that we need to expand the battle space.

- You are talking about designating the cartels

as terrorist organizations!

- Not just talking about it.

Testing the proposition.

- Drug trafficking requires law enforcement solutions,

not just tanks rolling in the streets!

- You are looking at this through a coffee straw.

Fentanyl alone killed over 100,000 Americans last year.

Do you have any idea how many 9/11s that is?

The Mexican cartels are operating

at the level of a nation-state,

so it behooves us to treat them as such.

- So this op is what?

A pilot program? A fascism dry run?

- You know, I looked at your CV.

It's, um, pretty impressive.

Makes me wonder why you're content to

be stuck at this desk playing hall monitor.

- OK, you don't know her.

That's not necessary. OK?

- How far are you prepared to take this?

I mean, you've got a roll-up crew in my conference room

just waiting to get spun up.

What is your end game?

And don't you dare tell me it's classified.

- OK.

I won't tell you.

♪

- What is going on?

- I don't know what she has in mind.

- No, I am talking about you, Jubal.

Are you OK with this?

Because it is not clear to me whose side you're on.

- Cam, we-- we don't have the ball here.

Our job is to-- to block and tackle.

- [sighs] - And yes,

I would like a little more transparency.

But...

[sighs] We've got to let this play out.

[phone chimes]

- Scott just got word from Molina.

They're ready. - Great.

[tense dramatic music]

♪

[engine shuts off]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- The Austrians?

- They couldn't fulfill the order.

So they're negotiating how to make up for the shortfall.

Molina's hashing it out with them right now.

Let's do this.

♪

- RGW90 ASM Man-Portable Air Defense System.

German-made shoot-and-scoot.

Integrated automated control system.

Six-klick kill range with a 1.5-kilo

blast-fragmentation warhead at the top.

Comes with a multispectral optical seeker.

Three different channels

capable of tracing the heat buildup

in the wings and fuselage due to air resistance.

How many of these you getting?

- More than one.

[switch clicks]

- Sweet. Warheads on foreheads.

[trigger clicks]

[indistinct chatter]

Whoo. Works.

♪

Hey, one more thing.

If you need another man at the exchange, happy to pitch in.

- Don't worry about it.

♪

- Looks like the hard part's over.

- Stay in position until he gets clear

and then head back to the Hub.

- Solid copy.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Good job today, Florida.

Byron sent me to give you this.

Your payout.

- He also send you over here to work me?

Bat your eyes, ask me some questions?

- Everyone's a traitor until proven otherwise.

- Including you?

Everyone's got their secrets.

- I'll bite.

What's mine?

- Mm.

You're scared.

You're afraid to say the wrong thing,

wear the wrong dress.

You're living a lie,

and you are terrified that he's gonna catch on.

- You don't know what you're talking about.

- What does he got on you?

Back in Arizona, you got a family?

[whispering] Do you have a kid?

Is he holding you hostage? What if I could get--

[clears throat]

- Blanca.

El patrónwants you.

♪

What do you think you're doing?

- She's an American citizen, a civilian.

I don't think she wants to be here.

What if we could get her out? - She's playing you.

Blanca might have been innocent once,

but those days are long gone.

- That's not what I see.

- Look, you played your part.

Now let it go.

Stay away from Blanca. Stay away from the meet.

- Are you kidding me?

You need me there.

You--you are going to be surrounded,

cut off from everything.

- I said, let it go.

♪

- I put a magnetic geotracker in the sample weapon

that I tested.

- Tracker's at a warehouse two miles outside of Budapest.

- OK, so this is where the Austrians are keeping

the full consignment, yeah?

- Yeah. We'll have HNP grab up the weapons

and we will take Molina and his team down.

Have Fuentes-- - No.

- What do you mean no?

We have more than enough to take this man down

and have him go to prison for the rest of his life.

You wanna risk a firefight here?

- If we take them separately, we have more control

over-- - I am not moving preemptively.

I need all elements in the same place--

the narcos, arms dealers, weapons, and the fentanyl.

- Just tell us exactly what you are planning.

Why do you need them all in the same place?

- Because I'm going to launch a missile...

[dramatic music]

And blow them all to hell.

♪

- I have been authorized to transfer operational control

of an American MQ-9 Reaper drone

to the Hungarian military at Papa Air Force Base.

Once we have the location for the exchange,

the Hungarians will launch the Reaper on my word.

As soon as it's in range,

the drone will fire an AGM-114 Hellfire missile.

This is not a capture mission.

This is a kinetic operation

designed to inflict maximum damage.

- You have no idea where the meet is going down.

What about civilians?

- Trauner always does his business in remote areas.

I don't imagine him switching it up now.

Fuentes has been briefed.

He's got plenty of time to get clear.

- Blowing up Molina isn't gonna put a dent

in the cartel's supply lines or production capacities.

We need to make arrests, get evidence,

and move up the chain.

- She doesn't wanna move up the chain.

She wants to vaporize it.

This isn't about the cartel,

this is about making a statement.

Am I wrong?

You know, the question is, when does it stop?

If we drop a bomb here,

why not the Russian mob in Brighton Beach,

or the biker gangs in Tulsa, hmm?

- I've confirmed with my superiors.

My orders are crystal clear.

So either get on board, or get out of my way.

♪

- Scott.

Hey, she's not wrong.

We don't really have a choice here.

- Are you kidding me? This is Hungary, not Yemen.

We can't just be dropping bombs.

- What do you want me to do?

Fly to Washington, change policy in four hours?

Molina is acquiring military-grade weapons.

It looks like we're responding in kind.

- Weapons are on the move.

They're heading southwest out of Budapest

on the M7 motorway.

- That is farm country. They could be headed anywhere.

- I may have something.

Five years ago, Matthias Trauner bought up

a few acres of land surrounding an abandoned Soviet army base

that's been a ghost town for 40 years now.

- Yeah, that looks like a place to do business

115 kilometers from Budapest.

This is probably where it's going down.

- My team will post up near the location site

and provide visual confirmation of the weapons.

As soon as we have eyes on the cargo,

I'll call in the missile strike.

- We're going too.

- Agent Forrester-- - We are going!

- [chuckles]

You're going with them.

You are restricted to recon for civilians.

Understood? You are not to engage.

- Got it.

Why don't you just focus on not starting World War III?

- [chuckles softly]

[soft tense music]

- I'll have Smitty and Andre meet you there.

But are we really doing this?

- I don't think we have a choice.

Let's gear up.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Just reconned the south side of the village.

Looks empty, but unless we go door-to-door,

we can't be sure there aren't squatters.

- Coast is clear this side too.

- The narcos? - No movement so far.

[dramatic music]

- I didn't think you were the kind of guy

to stand on the sidelines.

- Come on, Scott. Not now.

- I know you want justice for Rina.

I'm not gonna stand in the way of that.

But this? This is wrong.

- We've been over this.

Linzer is working with the Hungarians.

She has carte blanche.

- Look, that's how you want to play it,

I'm gonna roll with you.

But you know this is not how we do things.

- Look, I get the moral issue.

I do.

But those bastards have taken a lot of American lives,

including someone I was very close to

who got shot a foot in front of me.

So I am sorry if I am not gonna go out of my way

to make sure they're all right.

♪

- Scott. Weapons are approaching.

Satellite feed shows two cars and one cargo truck.

♪

- We got headlights incoming.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Got eyes on Trauner and five other fighting-aged males.

- What about Molina?

- Yeah, yeah. He just showed his face.

All players are in the field. - What about the weapons?

I need visual confirm.

♪

- I got eyes on the merch.

Counting four containers. - Yeah. Do it.

- Hold on.

Damn it!

Blanca Rivas is on-site.

I repeat, we have a U.S. non-combatant on the ground.

We have to abort now. - Negative, negative.

Rivas is still considered a hostile.

We are still green. - What?

- Are you crazy? She is a civilian.

- I have my orders.

Drone has been launched, Agent Forrester.

Hold your position.

- Well, how much time do we have?

- Ten minutes until it's within range and fires the missile.

Hold your position.

- Pretty sure I'm gonna regret this.

I'm going to get her. - OK, wait. Scott, Scott.

- There is an innocent person who is about to be incinerated.

You can stay here if you want, but I'm going to do my job.

♪

- [sighs]

♪

- Forrester, do you copy?

Forrester?

- He just went off comms.

[tense music]

- [exhales]

He's going in.

♪

[indistinct chatter in Spanish]

- [whispering] We got three.

♪

[whispering] Go, go, go.

♪

- [gasps] - Get out. Come on.

- Cameron?

HNP just forwarded the autopsy results for Humberto Orozco.

Now, Fuentes said that he died on impact.

These results say that Orozco was forcibly drowned.

Contusions on his neck and face.

They're calling it a homicide.

- How well do you know this guy?

♪

- What are you doing? - Listen to me.

We're in the FBI.

We know you wanna get out of here.

We're gonna help protect you. - No. No!

You can't. You're not supposed to be here.

- Lady, we got to move our asses.

- Blanca, you got to trust me. OK? Look at me.

We're gonna get you out of here.

- Please just go.

You're gonna ruin everything.

- I told you, let it go.

♪

- Fuentes, what the hell are you doing?

- You just couldn't let it go, could you?

You had to go all Captain America.

[tense music]

- Put the gun down.

- Hey, Vo, you seeing this?

Fuentes has a gun on him.

- What the hell is going on?

- No.

That's not--he wouldn't.

- I told you to stay away.

You weren't supposed to be here.

I'm trying to get us both out of here.

And this is our chance.

- You two are gonna fake your death,

take the money, and make a clean escape?

- Scott ordered us to stay put,

but we have to do something here.

- Hey, what's the call, Vo? - Hold position!

That drone is still inbound.

- It'll reach firing range in seven minutes.

- Call the missile off so I can get them out.

Linzer!

- We can provide protection for you and Blanca.

- The only way for us to be safe is if we disappear.

- Fuentes, don't do this.

- Gabe?

Gabe. - [grunts]

[gunshot]

- [speaking Spanish]

[both grunting]

[shouting in Spanish]

[gunfire]

- Shots fired. Shots fired!

- Cam, we need to go in now! - Negative!

That missile is still coming! Do not engage!

I am not losing my whole team tonight!

- Four minutes.

- Call the strike off right the hell now!

- They can still get out.

♪

- [grunts] - [yelps]

- [speaking Spanish]

- Get down.

[gunfire]

[person shouts]

♪

- Alto!Cease fire!

Whoever is out there, put down your weapons.

It's over. - We can't.

- You have no idea what he'll do to us.

- We don't have any other choice.

[sighs]

We're coming out!

♪

- Blanca?

♪

What the hell is going on here?

- Molina, listen to me.

I'm a federal agent. We're both with the FBI.

- Get down on the ground.

♪

- [whimpers]

- What if there's another way?

Linzer, all they need is a distraction.

Make the call.

♪

- A missile?

America doesn't drop bomb on allied nations.

You're bluffing. - I wish I were.

But in about two minutes, it's gonna drop

and we're all gonna be nothing but that pink dust.

- He's telling the truth.

We have very little time.

- I don't believe you.

I'm gonna take my time with these two.

[tense music]

But you, I am not gonna waste more than one single bullet.

♪

- Sorry, brother.

- Time to meet God.

[missile whooshes]

[all shouting]

♪

[sharp ringing]

[muffled shouting]

[tense music]

- [groaning]

♪

- [yelps]

[dramatic music]

- Go, go, go. Get behind the car.

[gunfire]

Down. Get down.

Scott, bring a car.

- [grunts]

- [shouts]

- [grunts]

- [screams]

- Gabe! - Are you okay?

- Yeah.

♪

- Hey, Fuentes!

- [grunts] - What?

- I'm out. - Aww, damn it.

[both speaking Spanish]

[gunfire]

♪

[gunshot]

♪

- Oh. - Put your weapons down now!

- You guys good?

- Yeah. Let's go round these pricks up.

- Yeah. - Get down!

[gunshots] - Hands up!

- Drop your weapon!

[men chattering in Spanish]

- Get down. Now. - On the ground now!

- [grunts]

[gunshots] [Blanca screaming]

- No! No!

[screaming and sobbing]

- [gags and wheezes]

[somber music]

♪

- No, no, no.

You're not dying on me, you scumbag.

♪

- [sobbing]

♪

[sobs]

♪

- [grunting]

- Just got an update.

Fentanyl and the weapons

are being shipped to the U.S. for evidence.

- Molina? - Touch and go.

But it looks like he'll live.

Are you gonna say anything about Fuentes?

- He made a choice.

Asset attrition is a part of the job.

An acceptable risk.

- You didn't get the outcome you wanted.

But at least you did the right thing.

- [chuckles softly]

I got exactly the outcome I wanted.

[soft tense music]

This was just a warning shot.

Now the world knows how far America is prepared to go.

The Rubicon's been crossed. There's no going back.

- Well, except after Caesar crossed the Rubicon,

he turned Rome into a dictatorship.

Is that what you want?

♪

- Nice working with you.

♪

[door clicks]

[soft piano music playing]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey. - Hey.

- Hi. Could I get a lager? - [speaks language]

- Thank you.

So... [clears throat]

Molina's gonna make it.

He's gonna be in the ICU for about a week

and then he'll be extradited to

the Metropolitan Correctional Facility in Manhattan.

- Hmm.

- Blanca Rivas is gonna be the star witness in the case.

- Yeah? - Yep.

So yeah, man, we put a pretty big dent in the Durango Cartel.

Thank you.

- You know what? I'm starting to think that I, uh...

wasn't really looking for justice.

I wanted revenge.

I was hoping the CIA would do the dirty work for me.

You might have picked, uh, picked up on that.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Well, I appreciate you

trying to help me get my head straight.

- You would've done the same for me, brother.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I don't know, I--

I just couldn't really see it, you know?

Not until I saw Molina lying there bleeding out

and I actually thought for a half a second...

I should let this guy die.

All the misery him and his uncle

have brought into the world, and...

and then I thought of Rina.

You know, who she was, what she stood for.

I figured she'd want me to stand for the same thing.

♪

You would've liked her. - Mm.

- She used to--she used to say, "Sing in the shower.

"Start your day off on a good note,

"because there's a good chance

things are going to go downhill after that."

[chuckles] - Mm.

- And I still do it every morning.

And I'll tell you what. It is a God-awful sound.

- [laughs] - It really is.

You ever heard the sound of a sheep getting sheared?

- I could imagine.

- It's very guttural and it's not a pretty sound.

♪

On this job, we see a lot of people leave the Earth early.

And a lot of times... - Yep.

- They deserve it.

♪

But Rina?

Still haven't figured that one out.

♪

- To Rina.

- To Rina.

[melancholic music]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]