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My old drill sergeant, called "Crockett"...

on account of this coonskin cap he always wore...

he'd always say if his guys walked into an ambush...

his platoon coming under fire...

the first thing he'd do is put two bullets right into his radio.

Old Crockett said the actual moment...

that he absolutely needed his radio to call for backup...

the damn thing sure as hell wouldn't work anyway.

At least this way, he'd know why.

- Gentlemen. - Colonel.

The new drug minister of Mexico is visiting Los Angeles...

to engage in high-level talks with the DEA over mimosas and such.

You're in charge of Mr. Salazar's protection while he's our guest.

- Sounds like a job for the SEALs. - And so it would be...

but we have intelligence that the Mexican cartel...

intends to assassinate Mr. Salazar while he's on our soil. A prospect...

the president doesn't find appealing. We know who to look for?

Cartels gave the job to someone named Mongoose.

He's pulling the strings, not the trigger.

Full intelligence is waiting for you in the team bay. I'll be in D.C.

Kayla will keep me apprised.

Mack. Stay behind.

Hey, hon.

- You're home early. - Yup.

You taking inventory or you going somewhere?

- Going hunting. - We're going to the beach.

The kids are with my mom. This was our time.

- I know. - You got something you wanna tell me?

The old man has ordered me to go away for a bit. That's what I'm gonna do.

Ryan's ordered you to go away by yourself?

- Why would he do that? - Well, you'd have to ask him that.

I shouldn't be gone for more than a couple days.

I love you.

Gentlemen, look alive. Salazar's coming out now.

That may very well be...

but attacking supply makes headlines. It's the men that...

This administration intends to fight this plague on all fronts.

Yes, but this administration has made promises...

- Gun! - Down, down, down!

Get down!

Let's get you inside.

- Take the straight. - Fine, got it.

Close the gap.

- I see you got your license. - Last week.

I got him. I got him.

Out!

Hands on your head.

Now, let's see if we can't find where your friends went.

You should clear it with the agency. That's my family that was involved.

- Is everybody whole? - Boss, we got a problem.

After the shooting, a call went to Salazar's family.

Got a wife, two boys on their way to some theme park.

They got the call to turn back to the hotel.

On the way, they were stopped, driver was killed...

and the wife and kids were taken.

- This was only part. - Who was guarding the family?

Private outfit, local, cleared by the State Department.

If someone told us, we could've protected them too.

No, we had our job and we did it.

Now that they've been lost, boss is gonna want them found.

What's this to do with the Department of Defense?

Undetermined.

- Two-vehicle job. - One to cut them off, second to escape.

- Almost looks military. - Sloppy, but military.

Would explain the AKMs the shooters were sporting.

- We could trace the truck. - No. They meant to leave it.

Which means they meant for us to chase it down some dead end. No, thanks.

Someone knew the family's return route, knew to meet them right here.

Inside job.

- Problem? - Our prisoner.

- We're having a custody dispute. - You tell her anything?

- Just that he's ours. - Good. Keep it that way.

Bosses want the locals and press kept in the dark...

until we find them.

- We'll be taking him now. - No way in hell.

- Not without me talking to your boss. - Give me your phone.

- White House switchboard. - Ask for the president.

How may I direct your call?

Call the office. I want an update from our end right now.

State Department's got confirmation that the two shooters and our driver...

are in the Mexican army, currently on furlough.

Presumably on the payroll of the cartels.

This is to intimidate Salazar from making those reforms they promised.

We do not...

The kidnappers have contacted my office.

They are demanding the release of 120 cartel prisoners...

within the next hour, as well as an end to new negotiations...

with the Americans.

- So they're just making a point. - Or?

Or tonight they will kill Camille...

and my two boys.

I demand a lawyer as is my right.

Lawyers are for accused criminals.

You, on the other hand, are a soldier in the Mexican army...

who made the miscalculation of invading the United States...

with woefully inadequate forces. No...

habeas corpus went out the window for you, friend.

You are a prisoner of war.

V&M Realtors. Hold, please.

Hello.

Thank you.

Are you looking for a buyer's agent or a seller's agent?

You gave the armory property to Kyle. Gave him the listing.

- I tried to call you. - I brought them in.

We all brought them in. It was a team effort.

- And now Kyle has the listing. - I left you messages.

- I called you back. - After we closed.

The armory people got cold feet. They needed a hug.

I called you first, no answer. So I sent Kyle down there...

but I called you first. I was with a neighbor of mine.

- Well, if your social life got in the way... - Her husband was just killed in combat.

- Well, that's... - I had responsibilities.

I sent Kyle to settle them down, which he did.

They called and wanted to work with him. These things happen...

when you've got one foot in... No. Do not. I'm dedicated.

When you're here, which three years later is still part-time. The others...

The list price is too low.

- At the armory, it's priced too low. - The client's satisfied.

It's worth 15, 20 percent more than that.

- I'll tell Kyle. - You do that.

Man, I'm no threat to you.

I don't know what you're growing or brewing up here and I don't care.

I'm hurt and I need help.

I think my shoulder's busted.

Busted shoulder, huh?

How'd you do that?

I fell.

Dangerous place to be falling.

Friend, I'm hurt. If you can't do anything for me...

just point me in the right direction, I'll get out of your AO.

AO?

This isn't anybody's area of operation.

You just have to be careful who's wandering around here these days.

Paratrooper, huh?

In my youth.

Well, hell, son. Why didn't you say so?

That counts for a lot of sins.

Come on.

I'll get you squared away.

- Order whatever you want. It's on me. - No.

- Absolutely not. - Don't be ridiculous. We'll split it.

- Of course. We'll split it. - No, no, no.

I invited you, I'm paying.

It's a treat to be with friends, have a chance to make new ones.

- Lunch is on me. - Let's see this new house...

we've been hearing about. We're half an hour north of San Diego...

and only a couple of blocks from the ocean.

- Cynthia! - Oh, it's lovely.

- How...? - Did we afford it?

Andrew's been doing contract work. Kuwait, Bolivia.

He was boring himself to tears flopping around the basement doing woodwork.

So I had to kick his butt back out into the real world.

- Mercenary work? - Driving, protection.

Same things he was doing in the Unit, only not as dangerous. And the pay:

Kim, you're the newbie.

How much they starting your husband out at?

Thirty-eight thousand, six hundred dollars a year.

Plus combat pay.

And how much is Betsy's tuition costing you and Jonas this year?

- Twenty? - A little bit more.

Someone with Unit experience...

makes mid-six figures in the private sector.

- Good for you and Andrew. - That's why we're starting...

our own company. We've got contracts in Kuwait and Saudi Arabia...

and we're looking for men to fill them. Unit men.

Pays $300,000 a year to start, and two months' vacation time.

What are you doing?

They could all opt out of the Unit tomorrow if they want...

Well, except for Bob. And come work with us.

Mack wouldn't know what to do with a $ 100 bill if you gave a slide show on it.

But we would, wouldn't we?

Pay the gas bill, college tuition?

Think about the future? That's why I'm talking to you, not them.

What about the Unit? If they all ran off to do contract work...?

Andrew's fighting the same war as Jonas and the rest.

He's just getting paid commensurate to his abilities.

And he's getting treated with respect...

and so am I.

Do you have any clue where Mack is today?

- Where he might be next week? - Of course not.

- Wouldn't you like to know? - We all would.

But you don't, and that's no way to run a marriage.

What kind of work would they be doing exactly?

Well, it runs the gamut, and there's always a job waiting.

- News? - We were at the security firm...

that was running protection on Salazar's family.

Turned us on to the driver's fiancée. Uncooperative at first.

- Driver was in on it. - Gave up the route.

- Offered to play the victim. - Was to get 25 grand for his troubles.

Got a couple of bullets instead. Life's funny that way.

- The girl know anything else? - The kidnap team was five strong.

No ID, no location though.

Means he's our only link.

Yes, he is.

The president believes this can best be handled by Ryan's organization.

- From the standpoint... - Their job was protection.

- This is now a kidnapping. - My men are making progress.

They can pass what they've learned to the Bureau.

So you can sit on your hands like in Idaho?

- I was not complicitous in the deaths of... - Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

As long as the kidnappings...

haven't hit the press, the Unit represents the best chance...

of getting the Salazar family back. Should the kidnappings become public...

the president will re-evaluate our options at that time.

Justice is satisfied that the president's decision is the correct one.

We support the Department of Defense to the maximum of our capabilities.

Rest assured, Doug, DOD will coordinate with...

and cooperate with the Department of Justice.

Let's see if we can resolve it with no more damage being done.

Gentlemen.

We won one for our side, Tom.

I hope to think we're on the same side, general.

Give and take is essential to the Beltway process.

It's how precedence is established. It's how power is wielded.

Sir, I bow to your greater experience.

The Army has great things in store for you.

In Washington is where the Army fights its greatest battles.

You have any ambitions in D.C., Tom?

No, sir.

Well, D.C. May still have ambitions for you.

I'll see you at the Pentagon in the morning.

Go for Blane.

- All right, Jonas, you got the job. - There's no court-martial in my future?

As long as this stays secret, it's yours. Means we count on the Bureau leaking.

- So put a flame under it. - Roger that.

Where do we stand?

We're setting up for voice-stress analysis.

Good. Keep checking in.

- Test, test, test. - I copy. Voice-stress analysis ready.

And begin.

You are a U.S. Prisoner of war.

You will be treated according to the articles of the Geneva Convention.

Do you understand me?

- Well, that's Spanish for "yes," correct? - Yes.

I'm gonna ask you some questions now, Miguel...

and you're gonna tell me the absolute truth. You know why?

Because you are not a true believer.

Money has been your main motivation today.

Which means your allegiances are subject to change.

I'm here to show you another path.

What is your full name?

Miguel Horatio Dominguez.

- How old are you? - Twenty-six.

- And where are you from? - Mexico.

- You're a soldier in the Mexican army? - Yes.

Base line established. Proceed with your interrogation.

- Who is Mongoose? - I don't know.

- Lie. - Is that right?

Let's try that one again.

Who is the man code-named Mongoose?

If my questions don't produce the truth...

other accommodations, less pleasant... You understand me?

Can be arranged.

Who is Mongoose?

I heard others talk of him, but I don't know who he is.

- True. - But he is the man in charge...

for this mission to kill Señor Salazar and kidnap his family?

- It is what I heard. - True.

Where are your friends holding his wife and two young sons?

- I don't know. - True.

Where can I find the others involved?

- I don't know. - Lie.

I don't mean to doubt your word, but that's the second time you've lied to me.

A third time and things will become difficult.

- Do you understand me? - Yes.

- True. - I hope you, by God, do, son.

Now, where can I find the others?

We were supposed to meet at 2100 hours tonight...

to leave to Mexico together. True.

Do they intend to kill the Salazar family before they meet you at 2100?

Yes. When they receive the order from Mongoose.

True.

The last thing this place needs is for you...

to throw a grenade into the barracks, decimating the ranks.

If it's not me, it'll be someone else soon.

These men are wanted. They are wanted bad.

And look, we don't just want Jonas. We'd like you too.

- For what? - Planning, logistics...

payroll, recruitment.

We need operators and I need help.

I'll pay you $5000 for any Unit members that come over.

- Five thousand a head? - That's right.

- Like cattle. - That ain't gonna make...

the money go away, hon. And what about the wives, your wives?

What do they do without this community? Without the rest of us?

Believe it or not, Molly, there is actually life out of the Army.

- How are you and Jonas doing lately? - Great.

- Really? - What did I just say?

And what about you and Andrew?

Never better. Like the honeymoon we never had.

- Is that right? - Yes, it is. Why is that?

Money? Is that why you're telling me?

It's because we're working together.

For the first time in 20 years, we are sharing the same life.

That sound like something?

We need to get a lid on this before people get ideas.

- We need to talk this through. - Talk what?

I want to get the wives here tonight.

I don't like the questions that Samantha was asking. Tiffy, l...

- Where are you going? - My trip.

I need you here tonight.

I've got a ticket. The kids are taken care of.

- But Mack... - Does that mean I can't go?

I deserve to go, right?

I need you here to help me talk this through.

You don't need me.

- You'll be fine. - I'll be fine? I know I'll be fine.

What I need is solidarity.

But me, what I need at this particular moment?

I need to catch a plane.

- We know where they'll be. - Only after they kill my family.

- We still have time. - She asked me not to take this job.

Camille, my wife, she begged me not to take it. Too dangerous.

I convinced her things could change.

I will do everything I can to help you.

Jonas.

- A reporter downstairs. - Well, that didn't take long.

Threatening to break the kidnapping angle on the 6:00 news.

- She can't do that. - She's got the story. It is a free press.

Says who?

Bring her up here. Now.

You stay here.

Jack tells me you're injured.

I don't know if it's broke or out of joint, but it hurts like hell.

Well, you've done a good job of immobilizing it.

Let's take a closer look.

Here, sergeant, put this away for our friend until he's ready to leave.

Please.

Jack, you see, is like the scarecrow.

His function is to frighten away the curious and the casually intrusive.

And like the scarecrow...

he is harmless in and of himself.

And as for your arm, young man...

it is dislocated and not broken.

And if you feel you can bear the discomfort...

I'll put it back in place for you.

Yes?

Keep your elbow at your side. Make a fist.

- Stop! Stop! - No good?

No, I think it's worse.

My apologies.

In the morning, I'll have Jack lead you down the mountain to the doctor.

Until then...

get our friend something to drink.

- Here she is. - No cameras.

- Just you. - Hey!

What do you know?

What do you intend to report?

I know there was an attempt on Mr. Salazar's life today.

Two men were killed, the third presumably in custody.

I hear an apparent carjacking is in reality a kidnapping of Mr. Salazar's family.

All true, and you can't broadcast any of it.

- Why not? - Once news of the kidnapping...

is made public, the family will be more valuable to them dead.

If they learn that one of their compatriots is alive and talking with us...

they won't make their rendezvous, where we'll be waiting.

I found this story, someone else will too. I won't let another station beat me.

- I want you to hold off. Two hours. - Only if you let me film their capture.

Unacceptable.

What I need you to do now is to report that all shooters were killed this morning.

I am not in the business of lying to my viewers.

Is that so?

- I have a job to do. - I want you to postpone it.

Why should I?

Take this card.

Hold onto it.

What is that?

No matter how blessed our lives...

how charmed our existence...

things still inevitably, irrevocably go wrong.

Your mother's swindled out of her savings.

Your estranged husband runs off with your kids.

Your best friend goes on vacation in a foreign land and disappears.

Eventually, bad things find us all.

You ever hear of the "Get out of jail free" card?

This is a "Get out of hell" card.

At some point in your life...

God forbid you have nowhere else to turn...

call that number.

That is why you're going to postpone your job.

Two hours.

Pretty good trip to D.C., eh?

Won one for the home team.

Last time I checked, the people pay both our salaries.

Why don't we just give them their money's worth?

- Well, that's very poetic. - Is it?

That comment you made about Idaho was way out of line, do you know?

- And I will... - Will what?

Bend my dog tags and send me to Vietnam?

My boss was unhappy.

And when he's unhappy, he spreads it around.

You guys blow this operation in L. A...

and I'm gonna be there to jam it in you so deep...

you're gonna taste it in the back of your throat.

I ain't your secretary, bubba.

Save it for somebody that's impressed.

We'll see.

We'll see.

See you round the flagpole, Ryan.

You come here often, sailor?

What the hell are you doing here?

I got your invitation.

Invitation?

Yeah, didn't you set things up so that we'd have a few days free?

I...

Room 453.

Used to be military?

I might make the same query of you.

Gets you out of the house.

So home life is not exactly to your tastes?

You gotta swing your arms every now and again.

You know what I mean?

I was afflicted once myself with home life.

But I quickly remedied that situation.

Sergeant...

you may continue your rounds now.

Yes, sir.

Now tell me...

who are you, exactly?

And why do you show up here on this, of all days?

I was lost, major. I got hurt.

- The truth. - It's already broke!

The truth or that's just a start.

I was hunting.

- Give me your serial number. - Why?

Are you for real?!

Why in the hell are you hesitating?

I got a dishonorable discharge!

- Did you indeed? - Yes, sir, I did!

Give me your serial number!

Major, I'm just a fella...

who was hunting on your mountain, broke his shoulder, and...

Give me your serial number or I will shoot you.

RA 24,341,924.

You move from this position, I will kill you.

You didn't have to do that.

Romeo Faction, this is Earthwalker. Over.

Romeo Faction, this is Earthwalker.

This is Romeo Faction...

What is the status of plan Mongoose?

I need you to run a serial number.

RA 24,341,924...

Hold still. Repeat, hold still.

Dog Patch, this is Dirt Diver.

- Dog Patch, this is Dirt Diver. Over. - Go ahead, Diver.

Take a back shot of the location and transmissions...

with the following frequency. The first location is the same as my present.

The second is the one we are searching for.

That frequency is 120.362.

Get a location and pass that information on to Snake Doctor in Los Angeles.

Roger, Diver. Transport's on the way.

Mongoose is in custody.

I say again: Mongoose is in custody.

Radio transmissions have a location down to about a mile from here.

Any idea if the neighborhood's under these people?

Unknown. That's why Grey's got his soccer shoes on.

Game on.

You got two large wooden doors.

Openings are barb-wired.

Weapon holes out the front. They look ready for a fight.

They may be ready for one, but they don't want this one.

President's given us the green light.

- How are we gonna do this? - I don't see this turning subtle.

- We're gonna need a 5-ton flatbed truck. - Roger.

And the guy from the power company.

The danger you put me in.

This town, this hotel is filled with people who know me.

You sent for me, Tom.

You're the one ordered Mack away so I'd join you here.

- What? - Mack and I had planned a weekend...

and you ordered him to go away hunting? To take some time off?

He's on a mission, Tiffy. He's working.

He's always on a mission. Isn't that your point?

- Isn't that how we arrange... - Why did you come here?

Where is he?

Don't I deserve to know where?

He's on a mission.

He succeeded. He's safe. He'll be back at the base tomorrow.

Was the mission dangerous?

Yes.

As dangerous as this is for you, Tom?

Is this dangerous enough for you?

I'll never get it. Cynthia wants to tear this place down...

by raiding the Unit. That's not what she's doing.

You gonna recommend your husband take a job?

- Of course not. - I'm gonna tell Rick we should take it.

You want him fighting for a corporation instead?

What do you think they're fighting for in Iraq?

When he was in Afghanistan, I had to go on assistance to feed my girls.

- It doesn't have to be that way. - Samantha's right.

It's embarrassing to ask for help from a government...

that your husband risks his life for, but leaving the Unit isn't the solution.

- Why not? - Most of our husbands...

aren't going to leave even if we ask them to.

We have to find ways to provide for ourselves.

- How? - We all have a little money saved...

squirreled, buried. Am I right?

Alone, what are we gonna do with it? But what if we pooled it together?

- For what? - Real estate.

I see two, three properties a week in my office criminally underpriced.

We make some minor improvements, we flip it.

We can all make 20, 30 percent in a few months.

I don't know. Business with friends? How does that not get messy?

Who would you rather do business with? Your enemies?

We have to find out what we have a stomach for...

but are we going to let outsiders come in and pick us off one by one?

Or are we going to start taking care of our futures?

Because, Lord knows, these men can't look past today with a telescope.

- You know when to hit it? - Yes, sir. Glad to help.

Good man. Now this here's a different kind of driving.

I believe I'll manage.

Okay then, put on our dancing shoes.

Okay... now.

Targets eliminated.

Sergeant.

Sergeant.

It may not be as valuable as yours, but I would like you to have my card.

- You lost me here. - I want to buy the armory property.

- What? - My friends and me.

We're prepared to offer full price.

The price just got raised.

- You thought we underpriced it. - All right. How much more?

- Twenty thousand dollars more? - What does that mean?

We need to come up with $4000 more for a down payment.

- It means a bigger loan. It means... - Is it still a bargain?

- Yes. - Can we still make money?

- Yes, but... - But what?

Is it a good risk?

- Yes, it is. - What are we afraid of?

Facing our husbands? Saying we lost some money trying to better ourselves?

What we're really talking about here is risk.

Isn't that what our husbands do when they go to work?

Isn't that what we do every time we send them out?

This is just the same thing, except a lot cheaper for the price.

I'll tell him we'll take it.

What is she, like six inches taller than you?

We're the same height lying down.

In that case, isn't she fatter than you then?

Don't hate the player.

- You feel it? - Top?

Out there with the team, you feeling it yet?

Starting to.

What's better than it?

- Nothing. - Right.

Then you can stand down on your need to impress everyone.

All due respect, sarge...

I start at square one every day with you to prove myself up and down.

There's some truth in that. The fact that you know it is impressive.

You coming on to me, Top?

Come over here, sergeant major, and give me a report.

How was the hunting?

I bagged a big one.

Is that shoulder bothering you again, babe?

Yeah. I knocked it out of joint again.

God, Mack, you gotta stop doing that for $ 10 bar bets.

This one was worth it.

Here. Let me massage it for you.

How was your weekend?

It was quiet.

- Nice tattoo. - Well, it'll wash off in a couple days.

Well, I kind of like it.

I'm gonna make this up to you, Tiffy.

I really will.

You promise, Mack?

Just us?

And real soon?

You promise?