All language subtitles for The.Unit.S01E11.WEBRip.x264-ION10.eng

Underhand thrust. Stripping.

- Sorry, man. You okay?
- Nothing to it.

- Did I injure you?
- No, just pulled my shoulder out.

One more time. Take my knife.

You wanna get that looked at?

Not today. I got a date.

- Your wife know?
- No.

Midnight oil
with my Russian codebook.

Nobody likes a swot.

- What does that mean?
- Exactly. I'll see you guys tomorrow?

You forgetting some place you gotta be,
big boy? Day of the Dead?

Here we are,
Black Hawk's down in flames.

Team members left standing.
And your husband...

Everyone's showing red.

Your husband,
he looks down at his chest.

And he sees this thick, white substance
oozing out of the round he took.

He looks down at his chest.

"God in heaven,
what the hell is that?"

He looks over at me.
I'm dumbfounded.

It's bad mojo.
I mean, no doubt he's had it.

So on impulse, I put my hand on him.

What is it? Is it ectoplasm?

And on impulse, I licked my finger,
and it's toothpaste.

Toothpaste that he carried
in his chest pocket.

Bullet hit the toothpaste,
hit the trauma plate.

Now he's oozing toothpaste.

That son of a bitch and me,
death all around us...

- Hey, baby.
- Hey.

- Thank you.
- Just me...

or was the Day of the Dead
better a few years back?

Well, things change.

- Unbelievable.
- Colonel Ryan.

Sergeant Major Blane.

Hello.

Think 20 pounds heavier,
braces, lose the beard.

- Keith?
- Yeah.

- Gary Soto's boy?
- Pleasure.

- Good to see you, son.
- You too. Colonel.

My goodness. Look at you.

Where's your mother?

- Remarried.
- Tell her we miss her.

- You still at Brown?
- Graduated three years back.

You still posing as clerks?

We don't pose, son. It's called cover.

303rd Logistical Studies Unit.

Sufficiently off-putting,
don't you think?

You still tasked with counterterrorism?

Oh, no.

Not today, son.

Do you know that we could bury you
under the jail for that?

It says "Property of the Times."

Are you working
for a newspaper now, Keith?

Afraid so.

I'm writing about my father's days
as a unit operator.

- It'll be a feature series.
- I see.

Take care of our guest?

Absolutely.

Colonel.

You thought this was a solemn affair?

Day of the Dead.
What would give me that idea?

Unit widows did their mourning
years ago. This is a family reunion.

- Hi.
- Hey.

This is Bob Brown. Newbie.

Bottom of the barrel,
which is Alpha Team.

This is Julianna Nichol.

Her Bob was Bravo.
He went down in '96.

Thanks for having me back, Bob.

- Of course.
- Excuse me.

You hurting, puppy?

Oh, I pinched a nerve
or some damn thing.

How long does this thing go?

As long as the Unit widows
want it to.

- All right, who's your gripe with?
- Is that what you think, revenge?

I know it's revenge or you wouldn't
be here desecrating this day.

Or maybe you're angry because your dad
didn't come to your soccer games.

You have a right to your career...

I have a right to mine.
You owe me a beer.

Mark it down, I trust you.
Come here.

You're playing both sides
of the fence.

Only reason you're here
is the Unit extended you the courtesy.

- I'm here because...
- Shut the hell up.

Which courtesy you have abused.
I'm not done yet.

And plan to abuse
in the commission of a crime.

I want you to tell me
why I shouldn't pull you aside...

for a little four-wall conference.

You think violence solves everything?

Let's cut the lovemaking, friend.
What is it you're after?

I wanna know how my father died.

- He was shot in a training...
- Training exercise in Italy.

I don't think so.

I have proof
from the Italian Ministry of Defense.

The unit with whom
he supposedly trained...

was at the time
deployed in North Africa.

So you people lied to me.

You lied to me
and you lied to my mother.

You say you're my father's
brother-in-arms and I desecrate this day.

Then you tell me
that I owe the Unit something.

Well, what do you owe me?

- The truth.
- Which is...?

Your dad didn't die in Italy.
It was no accident.

You were with my dad when he died?

- Yes.
- Where did you two meet?

We went through selection together.
We ended up on different teams.

But that kind of bond never breaks.

He looks happy.

He got a kick out of that part
of the world.

So, what were you guys doing there?

We were training paramilitary forces...

to fight the guerrilla insurgency
on the border.

- What are you doing, slumming?
- You know it.

- What's up, brother?
- Hey. Any trouble out here?

No, I just got a dog who'd rather sleep
than sniff out landmines.

Well, if he can drive,
I'll take him off your hand.

Heard there might be
some FARC rebels nearby.

I haven't seen anything.

How's Raul working out?

Raul?

Well, except for the lead foot,
best I've trained so far.

Bird colonel wants me
to pull one of your guys.

Teach him to be a personal driver
for some local comandante.

- BOHICA.
- BOHICA indeed.

You can take Lopez.

Lopez, Sergeant Soto's gonna teach you
a trick or two behind the wheel.

Grab your gear, meet us at camp.
Got a little bit of a surprise for you.

In honor of your last...

In honor of your last night, 2100,
the Bali Club.

Does this involve water?

Two words: Golf balls.

And maybe mules.

You're a sick puppy.

You got it.

What the hell is his problem? Hold on.

- 2100?
- You got it.

- Be there?
- Drive safe.

Yeah, with him?

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, Raul.

Come on.

Turn around. Not this way.

Come on.

Gary.

Gary.

- Are you okay?
- Raul?

I think he's dead.

Raul told them we were here.

That's why he was in such a hurry.

All right, hold on. Stop.

- What?
- Do not move.

Okay.

There's a mine under the Jeep.
All right, stop, stop.

I cannot defuse this thing.
It's too far under.

Now, we're gonna have to get you
from under this Jeep without moving it.

Now, I'm gonna keep things steady.

Can you pull yourself out?

Slowly.

That's it.

Easy now, easy.

Go. That's it.

She's an Army wife.

The woman that stole from me.
The details she knew, the life.

It's the only explanation.

Yes, Mrs. Blane. We know that.

She's an Army widow.

It's not unusual for a confidence artist
to add a dash of truth.

- If she's Army, there are ways to find her.
- We've exhausted them.

- Then what are you doing to find...?
- Sarah Harper, her real name.

Start using it.
You'll feel better about moving on.

I can't move on
if the money's still missing.

But you have better things to do.

The trail is cold, Mrs. Blane.

If she's an Army wife, I can find her.
I have resources.

- What I need from you...
- I've got an idea.

Let's compare badges.

I have a hypothetical for you.

You're Army, a widow,
you need some money, what do you do?

- Unit widow?
- No, not one of us.

Regular Army. What do you do?

I collect death benefits.

Yes. More, you're unscrupulous.

I cheat on my taxes.
What's this about?

- Knock, knock.
- Day of the Dead.

I need $3500
from the real-estate fund.

Sorry to be blunt,
and sorry to flaunt it.

You had your chance to get on
the money train and missed it.

- Count me in for the next one.
- Bob's Mustang is sick.

It's our only car.
Can you arrange the cash?

- Or can I go to the bank...?
- I'll write you a check.

I gotta run. I mean, literally.

I'll see you soon. The three of us out?

Yes.

The real-estate fund's been stolen.

About 40,000 in all.

- The Army wife in question.
- Not on base.

- You haven't told them?
- I'm getting the money back first.

- The police?
- Even if they catch her...

I'm in line behind
who knows how many others.

My money's 15 years late
minus court costs.

No, I'm keeping it in the family.

But I need some help.

What did you tell Jonas?

He doesn't know.
A distracted soldier...

A dead soldier.

Speaking of which,
has our widow remarried?

I believe so.

Once in a while, I hear about a wife,
tries to have her cake and eat it too.

Collect her survivor benefits
after she's remarried.

- They're supposed to cut off then.
- The police may have lost her.

But there's one thing
the Army does well.

That's keep a paper trail.

This is you and me talking.

Thanks.

So you left Panama
but my dad stayed?

Stayed to continue
training local forces.

How is it you were with him
when he died?

I went back a year later.

Oh, wait a minute.

The U.S. Pulled out all military personnel
from Panama back in '99.

A year later's 2000.
I mean, how could...?

That's why we had to say
Gary died in Italy.

Because you went back undercover.

Because your father, my friend,
was missing.

- Soto's been MIA for three months.
- What do we know?

A Colombian village was wiped out
by a new faction.

Soto was already in the area
with a paramilitary cadre.

They were deployed
to find and terminate the group.

No one better for the job than Gary.

True.

Except on Day 4,
they were ambushed.

Most of the cadre was killed,
including Soto.

Or so we thought.

A survivor just turned up in La Bomba.

He said that Soto was wounded
and alive, most likely captured.

That'd be hellacious good news
if it's true.

The guerrilla leader
responsible for this...

is believed to be associated
with the FARC rebels.

He's known as Araña, the spider,
because he's calculating and ruthless.

Beheading villagers
is a new m.o. For FARC.

New player in the game
bringing new tactics.

Has there been a ransom demand?
Is there proof they have Soto?

No, but peasants have reported
seeing an American among the guerrillas.

We need contact with Araña,
see if he'll negotiate.

Excuse me.

Blue Iguana here.

He's fine, you know?

Soto's probably driving them crazy,
always singing off-key.

- They ought to pay us to take him back.
- What's that?

If we can't negotiate his release,
if we have to extract him...

the most familiar face
would be the least confusing.

- That's me.
- As team leader, I'd say you're first in.

As your friend, I'm not so sure.

I'll let you decide.

You afraid my judgment's compromised
because Gary's a friend?

Don't worry about me, boss.

Yaviza city official
may have access to Araña.

I'm gonna go talk to him.

No other straphanger
I'd rather have with us.

We'll find this spider's web.

Do it. Because once we rescue Soto...

we're gonna need
to terminate this Araña.

Why didn't anyone tell us
he was missing?

Members of the Unit
are always missing.

Nature of our business.

You're a liar, sergeant major.

My dad wrote this letter
in September of that year.

A month after you say
he went missing.

So you wanna try again?

Or do I go back to my hotel,
finish writing that story?

Stop. Wait.
There has to be an explanation.

How my father wrote a chatty letter
to his family...

while he was being held captive
by some bloodthirsty guerrillas?

Is this spider thing
a figment of your imagination too?

- It's a waste of my time. You're all liars.
- Now, hold on.

You can read my story
when it's published.

Wait a minute. Let me see the letter.

Come on.

Yeah, I knew
there had to be an explanation.

Outside of the U.S., the date is written
in the international way.

First the date, then the month.

This was written July 9th,
not September 7th.

Now, if you wanna hear
the rest of my story, sit down.

And don't ever accuse me
of lying again.

- Drink it.
- No, enough's enough.

Not today. These women want us here,
we stay here, newbie.

No, Russian codes are waiting.
How long's this go?

Like most things, till it's over.

- Have a seat.
- Oh, well, I'd love to.

- Unfortunately, I've gotta duck out...
- You know widows-only protocol?

What a widow wants, a widow gets?

I've been watching you all afternoon.

I'd like to get to know you better.

- I'm married.
- And so was I.

Until my husband was killed
defending this country.

- Have you ever heard of the GI Bill?
- Of course I have.

Well, I'm presenting it.
You're gonna pay it.

- Ask your buddies.
- I walk her back to her guesthouse...

and she has me check for intruders.
And then she...

Well, I believe the polite term
is propositioned me.

- What'd you do?
- I pulled pitch.

- What?
- I got out of Dodge.

You turned down a widow?

- I'm married.
- Not on the Day of the Dead.

Oh, it's the Day of the Dead
so I'm supposed to sleep with her?

Oh, what?
Does my question violate protocol here?

It violates protocol to ignore a request
from a widow on Day of the Dead.

You gotta get back in there, man.

You're kidding.

You either give her what she wants...

or you change her mind
about what she wants.

Message ends.

I don't want you to think
I didn't appreciate the offer.

Sergeant, you're under
some mistaken impression.

This isn't about me, it's about you.

With respect, ma'am,
this weekend is about you.

We'll be happier if we take this inside
and you stop calling me ma'am.

- I can't go inside.
- What do you think I'm asking of you?

I understand that the Unit
has its traditions.

The last thing in the world
I wanna do is offend you.

Well, it looks to me like it's
the second-to-last thing you wanna do.

Bob, I thought you were supposed
to be studying.

Kim?

Julianna Nichol,
this is Kim Brown, my wife.

And we're expecting.

- I'm so glad you could make it.
- Thank you.

I was just showing Ms. Nichol
where she was staying.

Can I help you? You need...?

- No, I'm fine. Widows come first.
- Okay.

- That necklace is beautiful.
- Homemade. They're really easy.

I know what would go
with your coloring.

- Don't bother.
- My pleasure.

Just go back to getting
what you need from my husband.

See you later.

Your wife just said
"the widows come first."

Your father's knife.

Excuse me.

- Did you...?
- I'm sorry. I can't right now.

I have a visitor.

- You know he can frag this place?
- I'm dealing with it.

- I'll send some people to talk to him.
- Not yet.

You better be right.

So, what does this mean?

We found it in a store
in Yaviza, Panama.

It means someone took it
from your father and sold it.

You need a guide, yeah?

No?

Boss, take a look at this.

Soto's?

- You like to see?
- Please.

Very nice.

I give you a good price.

- Where'd you get this?
- Who can remember?

Too many people coming and going.

You are Americans?

Yes, yes. Geologists.

We're going to the Darien Gap
to collect research samples.

Very dangerous to go now.

The guerrillas are there.

Show us exactly so we can avoid it.

It's impossible to say.

We will need to buy supplies,
of course.

We may need quite a few.

I think maybe here.

And here.

Thank you.

Mr. Cooper, how may I help you?

I represent a family
that lost something very valuable.

I believe you may have access to it
through a friend of yours named Araña.

I'm sorry, Mr. Cooper. I'm afraid
I have no idea what you're talking about.

Well, this family's willing to pay for it.

Someone's given you misinformation.

I don't know anyone named Araña.

Have you filed a police report?

My apologies. I made a mistake.

If you wish,
I can have one of my men look into it.

No. I'm sorry, I...

Sorry to bother you.

I do hope you find someone
who can help you.

A paramilitary sold the knife.

Paramilitaries are in the Gap,
it's not the guerrillas.

- How do you know?
- They came through my village...

and then they killed everyone.

No, paramilitaries wouldn't do that.

- They were trained...
- I saw it.

I was there.

I know where the camp is.

- He does not know.
- We don't need...

There's an American
who's being held prisoner there.

You've seen him?

Don't trust anyone here.

Paramilitaries have taken over
the police.

They arrange the kidnappings
for Araña.

Mr. Cooper.

Araña's been expecting this family
for many months.

He wants $2 million...

and the release of three men
in a Panama City jail.

How do I know my man's still alive?

I have proof. If you'll come with me...?

- Friends of yours?
- No.

That's your man.

- Who's the guy in the hat?
- Araña.

And now that you've seen this,
the clock's ticking.

You have 12 hours to deliver the funds
or I have Araña execute the prisoner.

I'll see what I can do.

Just like that?

Just like that.

As a fellow said, "A moral decision
is not between a right and a wrong.

The only moral decision
is between two wrongs."

- I don't differ with him.
- But these are two wrongs.

I'm not saying any different.

Well, she suggested
that this was some kind of initiation.

Well, she's a smart cookie.

But it sounds to me
just like your basic adultery.

You ever cheat on your wife?

If it don't hurt, it's not an initiation.

Team or wife,
you can't serve two masters.

But I'm married.

The Unit issue you your wife?

Or did you make that acquisition
on your own?

Molly, you know Ricky.

- Administration and Payroll.
- I see you time to time.

I appreciate you agreeing
to meet me here...

rather than my office.
This is important, Ricky.

Corporal, the Army wife in question?

Her married name is Buhler. No benefits
were claimed under that name.

- Not that I could find, ma'am.
- But her maiden name, Harper?

Sarah Harper is collecting dependency
and indemnity compensation.

Survivor benefits,
which she is legally entitled to...

But she was remarried
three years ago.

Then she's stealing
from the United States Army.

And I can bump it to my superiors.

Tiffy mentioned to me
special circumstances?

What do you have in mind?

I want to get her attention.
Suspend payment on her next check.

Ma'am, in terms of stopping
the voucher, consider it stopped.

This happens to be it right here.

The special circumstances are...

this woman stole $40,000 from myself
and a group of Army wives.

I need to get that money back.

Can I convince you to delay
sounding the alarm until then?

A personal favor, Ricky.

Sheer number of clerical errors
on an Army base...

would turn your hair, ma'am.

- Case in point.
- We also need to find this woman.

- Any help you could give...
- I may, ma'am...

carelessly leave the subject's
mailing address...

lying around where
some enterprising civilian might see it.

Might I carelessly leave it, perhaps,
on this pad of paper here?

Excuse me.

- Are you Mrs. Harper?
- Yes.

Is your daughter Sarah?

Yes.

Her benefit checks, they come here?

- All I have.
- Is your daughter home?

I don't see her much.

Can I help you with those groceries?
Here.

Mrs. Harper, I'm the local representative
of the Survivors Review Board.

There's been a misreport
of your daughter's survivor's benefits.

It's urgent that I speak with her.

- She travels a lot.
- Do you think I could call her?

She doesn't like me
giving out her number.

Do you think
you could dial the phone for me?

It's very important that I speak with her
to keep your checks coming.

Sarah Harper?

This is Rosa
from the Survivors Review Board.

How's your connection?
Can you hear me?

I recognize your voice fine, Molly.
How'd you find my mother?

The board found an irregularity
with your survivor's benefits.

We were forced to suspend your checks
until it's sorted out...

which, if you act now,
will be very soon, no questions asked.

We want your mother
to continue to be cared for.

You bitch.
Come to my mother's house.

My mother's not a part of this.

Yes, family is important.

There is a sizeable fee.
Forty thousand dollars.

If we meet, you can pay it.

I could then reinstate
your survivor's benefits.

How would that be?

There's a café close to your office.

You know the one I mean?
That place where you go for lunch?

- Yes.
- In two hours.

- That would be super.
- No cops.

I see anybody I don't like,
your money disappears...

and my husband
starts looking for your family.

Did the paramilitaries
capture my father?

Yes. His own men turned on him.

- Why?
- Money probably.

So, what'd you do?

We had to go get him back.

Score! Score!

Definitely could be paramilitary.

Took over an old mining camp.

Snake Doc, what is your status?

I see a hut with the door wired shut.
Prisoner's probably in there.

- Any sign of Araña?
- Negative.

I got him.

Guy near the back hut.

We'll determine guard rotation,
breach the perimeter at nightfall.

I see Soto's rucksack.

What the hell?

Vasquez.

I don't know
if you wanna hear the rest.

Please.

I kicked open the door
and I found your father.

He was not in good shape.

They hadn't fed him
and he was emaciated.

He insisted on walking on his own.
I gave him a weapon.

I did the best I could
to cover him from the gunfire.

He wanted to die
on his own two feet.

And that's what happened.

He went bravely.

We all wanted to spare your family
from ever knowing this.

Let me show you something.

It is Thanksgiving...

and I can't believe I'm here
in Panama with you jerks...

instead of with my family.

I know I chose this,
but sometimes it just feels like...

BOHICA.

Yeah. BOHICA.

To my lovely wife and daughter
and my brilliant son.

May he grow up to be smarter
than his old man.

- BOHICA?
- "Bend Over, Here It Comes Again."

Now I've given you what you wanted.

Now you're gonna do something
for me.

- I can't just kill my story.
- If you can see it, you can kill it.

But it's scheduled to run.

- I promised my editors.
- You're not hearing me.

If this hurt me or Colonel Ryan,
I'd say:

"Go ahead. We deserve it.
We didn't save your father's life."

But I want you to think about you.

You and the other sons
and daughters like you.

This story's
just gonna get their fathers killed.

You think about that
and how you'll answer to them.

Thanks for finally telling me the truth.

It was long overdue.

Here you go, hon.

You're not bad at this, Molly.

There's 15,000.

That's less than half.

It's all you're getting.

That's not what you stole.

The rest of the money is gone, Molly.
Get that through your head.

This is what I got from your 40 grand.
My partner got his...

kicked the rest upstairs.
Even I can't get it back.

Your husband's your partner.

It's more of a professional arrangement
than a marriage.

Why did you even come here?

To buy back my benefits.

They still owe me.

They warn us
that the Army's gonna kill our husbands.

But they don't warn us that it's gonna
be a heart attack from the pressure.

Not everything I told you was a lie.

I'm gonna go home
and wait for the rest of my 40,000.

This 15 grand is a gift.

If we leave without coming
to an understanding, I kick you upstairs.

- Do you know what that means?
- You keep threatening to threaten me?

It means we reach out.

Suddenly, you default
on your daughter's college loans.

Or maybe you get investigated
for tax evasion or credit-card fraud.

Your husband will never get above
a security-clearance-zero clerk...

if the Army thinks
he is waiting to get bribed.

I dare you to go after my husband.

You're his weakest point, Molly,
and you know it.

This is how this ends.

Pleasure doing business.

- Thanks for coming.
- Thank you for inviting me.

I missed our talks.

- I wanted to...
- I told Keith Soto about Gary.

- The truth?
- Up to a point.

Gary.

Anyone else here?

- Snake Doc, do you have Soto, over?
- Negative.

Araña heading your way.

Paramilitary's retreating to the south.

Gary?

My God.

The kid can never find out.

- Well, no.
- Sorry I'm late.

Took care of Keith Soto.

That's good to hear.

Gary wrote him a letter from Panama
after we found out he was missing.

Said he'd be with the family
after he finished a special assignment.

Proves what I've been saying for years.

That Soto was dipped by the CIA?

- Yes.
- Don't tell me you're still chasing tails?

"Special assignment" is spelled out.
He was recruited by Langley.

You're grasping at straws.

Why would the CIA
have us assassinate him then?

Whatever plan they had,
it was falling apart.

They had to deny their involvement,
erase their fingerprint.

Possible.

Or Soto went rogue for the money,
or he got caught up in his own power.

None of us wants to hear it,
but it's a simpler explanation.

You had to kill him.
Nobody blames you.

- You protect Keith on this?
- Oh, yes.

Sometimes we have
to protect ourselves too.

- My money?
- For your car.

You could've written a check
from the fund account.

The fund money is gone, dear.

- What happened?
- You're all about to hear.

I got swindled.
I got some of it back.

I'll borrow what I have to
to pay the rest.

- Sweetie...?
- Wait. You lost all our money?

I'm taking it on myself.
I'm paying you all back.

What about Jonas?

What you tell your husband
is your own business.

I'm choosing not to tell Jonas.
A distracted soldier...

- Is a dead soldier.
- And this will be plenty distracting.

- Hello.
- Hi.

I need to talk to you.

- What's wrong with your shoulder?
- I threw it out.

Does it hurt when you raise it
or when you grab something?

Julianna, a moral choice,
as I understand it...

is not a choice
between good and bad.

Between good and bad,
there is no choice. One must do good.

No, a moral choice
is between two evils.

- Thank you.
- Between two evils.

And it would be wrong
to betray the Unit's...

Customs?

That's right,
and by refusing you what is...

and I don't dispute this,
your prerogative...

But it would be wrong,
morally wrong, to...

I won't say cheat on my wife, but...

- Take off your shirt.
- What?

Take off your shirt.
You've injured your rotator cuff.

I'm gonna fix it.
It's what I do for a living.

Pull your shirt down.
I don't wanna get the oil on me.

Won't take a minute. Okay.

Yeah. Yeah, it's the rotator cuff.

Because I would estimate it
a personal favor if you would...

I've got it on me.

Seriously. Seriously,
you are a very attractive woman.

- And I mean no disrespect.
- Bob.

Bob, I don't need you for sex.

I find you to be a lovely man,
a fine man.

And I'm sorry that this custom
has caused you consternation. L...

I couldn't help myself.
I made it for you.

Kim.

No, put it on, put it on.
Look at it in the light.

Am I coming at a bad time?

Kim...

A block from here, our daughter
is sleeping, trusting in her bed.

- Kim.
- Stay away from me.

- Don't touch me and don't talk to me.
- Kim...

- What are you doing here?
- Kim, the Unit...

You love the Unit
more than you love me?

Do you love the Unit more
than you love me?

Answer the question.

No, Kim, l...

Consider yourself initiated, newbie.

Welcome to the Unit.

- You too?
- They're gonna do it with or without me.

This way, I could keep an eye on you.
I told you he wouldn't stray.

You didn't give him a chance.
You were supposed to wait 15 minutes.

Well, there's trust
and there's stupidity.

I'd like to toast the young sergeant.

And I'd like to toast the finest men
that ever lived.

Absent friends and fallen comrades.

Day of the Dead.

Day of the Dead!

I hate you guys.

I can use that.