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So, she stated she doesn't speak Spanish.

In her initial interview.

She stated that she had no knowledge about her uncle

and that her parents only encouraged her to speak English.

But she does speak Spanish and she is aware of the uncle,

even though she stated otherwise.

-That is correct. -Wow.

Well, that is a staggering discovery, Joe.

You know, what did you expect her to say

when you cornered her in some CO's office in Iraq

and started pounding her with questions about her family?

She's an Army officer, Byron, I expect her

-to fucking tell the truth. -While you headhunt

for her uncle and use her father for the introduction--

She doesn't need an introduction. That's the point.

Tone and volume, Joe.

Find different levels for both, please.

- Sure. - When her father

makes the intro and the Lioness is discovered,

and she will be discovered in some capacity,

her father is dead, her mother is dead.

Any siblings she might have, they'll also be killed.

And you find it odd

that she'd be resistant to such an endeavor?

I find it troublesome, yes.

LET ME ASK YOU THIS:

did she volunteer or did you coerce her?

That isn't an either-or question.

Oh, it is absolutely an either-or question.

Either she volunteered

-or you coerced her. Which one-- -She volunteered.

With some coercion.

Okay, now we're getting somewhere.

I didn't choose her. This was chosen for me

by eight different agencies all playing head chief.

Why don't we treat her as a double agent,

put an operator on her who will act as a shadow,

goes where she goes, knows what she knows?

At least we have some measure of control

if she flips.

How does that give us control if she flips?

If the operator is close, at least we protect the program.

How is that different from a drone strike?

Right, it's just a smaller projectile, right?

Let's not forget the overriding objective here.

I never forget the objective.

It's the people under round roofs who lose sight of success

the minute they order a fucking op

and then they shift focus

to covering their asses if it fails.

Let's talk about failure for a second, Joe.

All right, these aren't some Houthi rebels

operating out of caves in Yemen.

These are leaders of a trillion-dollar industry

with an intelligence and paramilitary arm

operating and controlling whole neighborhoods

in every major city in America.

Someone exposing our program

exposes our officers, their families.

Your family.

Should she turn, and I hope she doesn't,

the moment she makes that decision needs to be the last.

- Understood. - This isn't some

25-year-old blind patriot who you just wind up and point.

This is an experienced officer

trained as a freethinker, used to being in command.

So be careful.

Be careful of taking that away from her,

or you'll manifest the very thing

that concerns you.

Got it.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna go look for a 25-year-old blind patriot

that I can wind up and point directly at her.

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Where are you?

Coordinating our eyes in the sky.

Where are you?

I just left the office.

We got to find a handler for our pilot.

Well, you got six on your team

to choose from, so--

I'm not putting my team in that situation.

I need a shadow. You know what I mean?

-That's not very nice. -Neither was lying to us.

I'm not getting burned on some fucking dirt runway in Jalisco.

Yeah, I can think of better ways to go.

You got to be fucking kidding me.

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I'm sharing my location.

I got it. What's up?

I haven't shared it yet.

There's a tracker in the firewall.

You son of a bitch.

We're on the same team, Joe.

Just looking out if something happens.

Yeah, well, something happened.

-I got a tail. -Really?

-No, I'm making it up. -All right, you got a plate?

Give me a minute.

November,

kilo, Romeo,

-6-1-5-niner. -Run a plate.

Virginia November, kilo, Romeo, 6-1-5-niner.

2019 Lincoln Navigator

registered to a Randall Newman.

Newman was convicted of money laundering in 2021,

pled down to 18 months with a suspended sentence.

There's a TSC file. Want me to look at it?

Fucking A. Yeah.

Let's look at it.

What do you got? This clown's hugging me now.

Well, it's getting real interesting.

I'm about five minutes out.

Let me know when you have eyes on him.

I'm gonna take this fucking prick for a ride.

Made an immunity deal with U.S. Attorneys' Office.

In WitPro. Got him in Cave Creek, Arizona.

All right, real careful, Joe.

This fucker's got a badge.

With who?

Case was presented by DEA.

Take a guess.

I got you up ahead.

Okay, I'm exiting now.

We'll get him on the access road.

All right, clown's armed, so don't rush the vehicle.

Let's do this like traffic cops, all right?

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All right, I got you. I'm on your six.

Okay, you want to clue me in on the plan here?

I'm gonna put this fucker in a bar ditch.

Yeah, or we could go with the plan that doesn't

-put us on the news. -All right.

-We box him. -Fine.

Hands on the fucking steering wheel.

It's my first day on the job, asshole?

Hands on the fucking steering wheel.

Well, Special Agent Gutierrez,

you have some fucking explaining to do.

I got explaining to do?

What the fuck is the CIA doing wandering all over the border

like it's fucking Syria?

You have drones buzzing around like hornets,

you have strike teams taking over airplane hangars

on a decommissioned runway?

Why don't you take an ad out in a fucking newspaper?

Only thing you didn't bother doing

is telling us you're there.

Or why.

So, what, so you start tailing a senior case officer?

Who gave you that order, huh?

And you'd better hope it was some senior fucking agent

and not some bagman in Juárez.

Order came from DOJ.

How's that for fucking senior?

You want to get that gun out of my fucking neck?

Yeah, real, real, real low profile, guys.

Thought you're supposed to be a covert organization.

Surprised you didn't show up

with the Army's fucking marching band.

Whatever it is you think you're doing on the border,

you'd better fill me the fuck in.

Maybe we don't want the world to know.

World already knows.

Believe me, if we know, cartels sure as fuck know.

You think you have satellites?

One call to Beijing, and there's a camera on you

everywhere you fucking go.

We're supposed to be on the same fucking team.

In my business,

we don't put surveillance on our teammates.

You think this is surveillance?

Following you two cars back?

This is cover, honey.

You're not dealing with some

pedophile zealots who live in the desert who think

they're gonna get a roomful of virgins

when they blow themselves up.

These fucking monsters control an entire continent

and the top third of another one.

They'll just show up

to a fucking sheriff's house

with a million in cash,

and he has a choice.

Take the money, or watch them impale

his nine-year-old on a rake,

hang his wife from a fucking bridge.

They're in every major city in America,

they've infiltrated

every state and federal agency we have.

Hey, hey.

You think they kidnapped that congresswoman for no reason?

They kidnapped her

because she said no.

That's who you're fucking with.

You think you can do this on your own?

Best of luck.

Change the locks on your fucking house.

Not that it'll make a fucking difference.

And one more thing.

Once I swap out this fucking car,

I'm gonna keep following you,

so when they snatch you from the street

like fucking luggage...

...we'll have a puncher's chance

of getting to you before they torture

every secret we got out of you.

-Is that right? -Or better yet,

you can clue me in.

I've been doing this for 20 fucking years.

I am the file

you can't check out of a library.

We're wheels up out of Simmons

at 0600.

That's, uh, 6 a.m., amigo.

I know what the fuck that means.

Where?

I don't know you

to tell you where.

By the time you get on that fucking plane,

we're gonna know everything about you.

So think about that before you fucking show up.

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* See the curtains hangin' in the window *

* In the evening on a Friday night *

* A little light a-shining through the window *

* Lets me know everything's all right... *

This isn't acute, Neal.

- This is infested. - I said complete.

That's why we're removing it.

Jesus. Thought you said you had her on chemo.

Six rounds.

Well, it didn't work.

I can see that.

Imaging was clear.

We're wasting an organ.

-We're wasting an organ, Neal. -I heard you.

HR 48. BP 92/41.

Suction.

Is there another candidate in this hospital?

There's one in Georgetown.

Call the attending.

Get the patient prepped and send it.

What are we doing here, Neal?

Leukocytes were down,

imaging was clear. Pulmonary tumors

must have blocked this.

Am I closing this girl up?

She's crashing. BP 64/22.

HR 28. Bradycardia is severe. What are we doing?

- What's the point? - Did you see a DNR

on her fucking chart?

Turn FIO2 to 100.

Amiodarone at 300 milligrams.

HR zero. Patient is PEA.

Intracardiac paddles.

Clear.

Clear.

Come on.

Clear!

Neal.

So, I guess we're calling it?

Neal!

You need to have a long talk with that radiologist

'cause that was some bush league bullshit in there,

and I don't like walking into an ambush.

Go fuck yourself, Steve.

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Up six, right four.

Confirm hit on target?

Hit confirmed.

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What'd you want me to do,

wait on the porch?

How was Africa?

A real fucking mess.

So I hear.

I'd offer you something to drink,

but that would indicate I want you to stay.

I know you don't want me stay.

And yet...

Here I am.

I assume

you know about the congresswoman.

My team was up for the extraction,

but ground detachment got it.

Saw it on the news.

Nice work.

Way to keep things quiet.

Send a message.

Well... you achieved it.

You do understand the value of--

What the fuck do you want?

I'm a man short on my strike team.

Who went down?

Nobody.

I'm inserting a double. I need a shadow.

A close contact to protect her.

Intervene if she flops.

It's not enough I kill a foreign national for you,

now you want me to kill a fucking agent?

Hey, I'm real sorry there are no more Germans

for you to fight,

no villains with lightning bolts on their uniforms

to make you feel like a hero when you kill them.

As I recall, your brother died in prison.

Your boyfriend killed.

Both drug dealers.

Where'd those drugs come from?

'Cause they're not making that shit in Berlin.

They're not trucking it by the metric ton

up the Hudson fucking River.

You spent the last 90 days on the bow of a ship

killing pirates.

Do you feel good about that?

I bet you racked up the kills, too, didn't you?

How many fathers did you kill on this tour, Sergeant?

Wait, it's Sergeant First Class, right?

'Cause you killed so many fathers,

you got a fucking promotion.

Hey, fuck you.

Fuck you and your mind-fucking twisted fucking words.

I said I was out, I'm out. They point me to a fight,

I fight.

I look them in the eye and I fucking fight 'em.

Firing on a thermal image at 600 meters is not

looking them in the eye, Cruz.

You got thousands of operators to choose from.

No, I don't.

I have a few hundred Tier One operators in the Army

and a few hundred more in the Navy.

You got eight SEAL teams to choose from

and fuck knows how many Green Berets--

You know what I mean.

In our world there's Blue and there's Green, and that's it.

You're in one of them, and you're the only one

who understands what I do.

Boy, am I--

I don't need your fucking permission.

I can just have you reassigned to my team.

Then why are you fucking asking?

I don't know if I can trust this girl.

I hope I can. I need to.

But I know that I can trust you.

Because you put mission above all else:

conscience, love, everything.

Because the mission is worthy and executing it saves lives.

Is that what you do?

You a lifesaver now?

How many mosques in Paris have blown up since Amrohi?

You did that.

You... did that.

And if you didn't know it somewhere deep down,

you would have discharged

and applied to some police academy.

Instead you're here.

In a unit.

Because you believe.

What's her cover?

She doesn't have one.

Her father is a money launderer, best we can tell,

and her uncle runs distribution

for one of the three cartels that control Mexico

and most of Central America.

She flies birds for 1st Cav.

And we're expecting her to do the same for the cartels.

She has one lie...

that her discharge was dishonorable.

And you what?

You expect this woman to turn in a family member

or eliminate one?

I do.

And I'm expecting you to do it if she won't.

Right.

She has TS clearance.

Think of all she knows.

All she can fucking give them if someone doesn't

go there and point her downrange.

How many people did you kill for this fucking country, huh?

Afghanistan. In the Gulf.

How many made a difference?

How many altered the landscape of geopolitics?

I'm giving you the chance at another.

And if that isn't the reason why you're an operator,

I don't know what you're doing here.

I do it for the challenge.

If what you want is a challenge, go fight in the fucking UFC.

No.

No, you believe.

Even when it breaks you, you believe.

And I see it 'cause I'm the same.

And it breaks me, too.

And I still do it.

I said I was out. I'm out.

Choose someone else.

That ship has sailed.

I don't have time to teach anybody how we work.

Besides, I had you reassigned to my team.

quit or pack your kit.

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There's no such thing as a moral war, Cruz.

No such thing as fair.

There is survival and there is surrender.

You can ask any concertgoer in Israel

the consequences of surrender,

or any eight-year-old in Gaza for that matter.

If you can find one.

I ain't wearing any fucking dresses.

I'll pick you up in three hours.

All my kit?

Guns, gear, armor, nods, the whole fucking deal.

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Camera check. Camera one.

Front foyer. Check camera two.

Camera two sucks. It's gonna be a bunch of feet.

That is because five covers this room.

Camera two is just frontal on the door.

You didn't want to put one at eye level?

Do you see this dust Nazi eye-fucking

every little detail that's out of place?

Fire alarms, vents and light sockets were

our only options.

Camera three.

Oh, that's lovely.

The tops of everybody's fucking heads.

Cameras zoom in.

Control-F2,

and then use the up arrow to zoom.

Surprised you didn't know that.

Thank you, Mac Wizard. Thank you so much.

How exactly does that help me see faces?

Look at this.

Look at this shit.

What?

Do you know the packet that got sent to us the other day?

That was our new PT specs, you jelly doughnut-eating

-motherfucker! -Ow! Hey, oh, oh, oh.

What is with the hostility, Bobbo?

I can handle you telling me shit I already know.

I really can.

I can even handle your fucking sprint

towards type 2 diabetes. I just can't

handle it all at the same fucking time.

Camera four, please.

Nice, Tex.

You said every room.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I thought I was going in today.

They told us to hold up.

I told my father today.

Well, I doubt it's the first time you've lied to him.

It would be, actually.

Okay, well, give him a call.

Tell him the flight was delayed.

-Text him. -When do I say I'm getting in?

Wait, no, don't-don't send a text.

Let me check on this.

Damn.

You sure piled up the kills.

Yeah, well...

I wouldn't bet that number in Vegas.

-You saying it's off? -I'm saying, who knows?

I hit a convoy in Peshawar once,

driving old Russian BMPs.

An ODA spotted them.

Thirty trucks moving two regiments.

Got cleared to engage.

Put 71 Hydras in them

and then strafed 'em with another 30

till nothing was moving.

Army called it 500 KIAs in 30 seconds.

But that's army math.

Nobody counted them.

That's just a colonel taking a big guess in his favor.

Holy shit.

That's some cold-ass shit right there.

Tell me there's a sexier sound on the planet

than an Apache running up your six

while you're pinned behind a rock

with your dick in your hand.

Fucking pilots. Fucking pilots.

That wasn't my dick. That was my rifle.

Popping fuckers until you show up with the AC on high

and Metallica blaring in the background.

Call sign's Thunder.

Want us to call you Thunder?

You want to call me Thunder?

Okay. That's enough psyops for me.

Who's hungry?

He's camp chef.

Can't wait to see what gruel

he cooks up.

Nah, he's from New Orleans.

That boy can cook.

So, if you flew Apaches,

you're rated to fly anything beneath them.

I can fly anything.

-Fixed wing? -Anything.

You got a fixed wing or a helo preference for moving cargo?

Airbus CH135 is a pretty bulletproof helo.

For fixed wing, can't beat King Air.

Common, easy to find parts, don't stand out.

See, now you're thinking like a team player.

I just want to get back to my unit.

The sooner we get this over with, the sooner that happens.

Look.

I don't blow smoke,

and we don't do secrets.

Once you leave white side, there's...

there's no going back.

So you could fly for Ground Branch,

you could fly for Green or Blue,

but you ain't hitting any more convoys

in battle.

You're in the gray now.

Come on.

Let's see what's for dinner.

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Hello. Welcome in.

Oh, you got to take it outside.

I know the deal.

Sorry.

I just walked in.

Our new best friend at the DEA

just gave us a snack.

A snack?

Warehouse 30 miles south of the border.

What does he want?

Wants us to hit it.

We don't even know this guy.

Well, we'll take him with us.

Kyle,

this reeks of setup.

Let me talk to Kaitlyn about this.

I already checked in. They said go.

"Partner" doesn't mean

informing me after you've made a decision.

Create a problem and then offer a solution.

Wasn't that the plan?

That's the plan.

All right, well, this is creating that problem.

My team is in Dallas.

I need 'em on the road.

They're with the asset.

Yeah, asset's a pilot. Need one of those, too.

This doesn't happen without me. You understand?

Welcome back.

Enjoy.

We're trusting local law enforcement now?

DEA isn't local law enforcement, number one.

Number two, the agent who reached out

spent six years on an SRT team.

He is elite, and he knows what's being asked

when he climbs in the ring with us.

Elite? That clown was following me like a rookie carjacker.

He wanted you to spot him.

Well, everybody else spotted him.

The car may as well have been painted paisley.

Joe, this is no different from Iraq or Afghanistan

or any other war for that matter.

Every branch wants their piece of the pie.

They want their medals and their promotions

and their increase in funding.

That's what they really want.

In this instance, it's agencies

and not military branches.

And we're gonna have to grease the wheels,

or they will kick and scream

until the operation itself is in jeopardy.

Just better to bring 'em in from the beginning.

Anyone else besides me want to

factor in the results of this operation:

lives saved, human dignity,

national sovereignty, any of that shit?

Don't be naive, Joe.

That's me being naive?

The reason we bring you in for missions of this sort

is specifically because those are your goals.

DEA's annual budget is $3 billion dollars, Joe.

FBI is 11.

Department of Homeland Security?

$103 billion dollars,

60.7 billion of which is discretionary.

Nobody but you is factoring lives

or dignity or sovereignty into the equation.

They are factoring a ten percent budget increase

into their equation.

To believe anything else is naive

and it's extremely dangerous,

because the moment you become the reason

they don't need a bigger budget,

the bull's-eye shifts to you.

You throw them bones everywhere you can.

Just don't let those bones

land anywhere near your actual mission.

They want to play Special Forces with some hitters,

get their hands dirty, day one?

Seems like a pretty good idea to me.

Did you talk to our sergeant?

I did.

She on board?

If you want to call it that.

I want you to call it that.

If anyone needs to be drinking the same Kool-Aid as you,

it's her.

She's the one thing between us

and a segment on 60 Minutes.

Been there before, hasn't she?

Are you aware of what they lined up for us tonight?

Yeah.

Just give them the whole dog and pony show.

He serves warrants. He's not a soldier.

He's a soldier tonight.

No, he's not.

But he's a witness. Food for thought.

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You said all my gear.

Forget how much shit you guys always travel with.

All right, let's work this puzzle out.

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Did you miss me?

This asshole.

Hundred bucks, he just got a manicure.

You know this guy?

Nope.

But I know her.

What do you make of that?

She's geared up.

Team ready?

Yeah, we're ready.

Don't know what we're ready for, but we're ready.

How you guys doing?

Good. Just out here playing Uber.

You don't mind if I get in?

Why not?

-Bobby, give me a second. -Yeah.

Looks like you've been running and gunning.

Just go where I'm sent.

They got you in Orange, huh?

-Green. -No shit?

No shit.

You'll be used to our old showers, then.

You guys keeping it old-school out here in the desert?

Something like that.

You know, you can only shoot one of these guys at a time, right?

Yeah, well, I like options.

Welcome back.

We got thermal images?

There's your overwatch.

- Any images inside? - No.

What do we expect to find in there?

Typically, these warehouses

are used as, uh, staging areas.

They load contraband

for land routes, tunnels.

More than likely retrofitted these vehicles here

for drug compartments based on the number

of vehicles parked outside.

They bring 'em in,

build out the compartments,

load 'em back up,

and then they ship 'em out.

Juárez, Nuevo Laredo,

wherever they try to cross.

And how much contraband can we expect to find?

Don't know. We catch 'em prepping for a large amount

of crossings, could be substantial.

You don't have constant surveillance?

So, we share this satellite with HSI

-and BP. -Great.

So you don't have a fucking clue of what's in there.

How old are these images?

Last month.

Oh. Wonderful.

Sorry. Our ATM card has a limit.

You got coordinates for this fucking warehouse?

Bravo, Victor, Papa,

2-5-5-0-niner to authenticate.

Coordinates to follow.

One-three, Romeo, Charlie, Romeo,

0-3-0-1-8-3.

Oh, shit.

Looks a lot different

-present-day, don't it? -What a fucking joke.

Y'all plan ops around outdated images.

And you wonder why we're losing the war on drugs.

Ruh-roh.

All right, so air takes us in. Do we get air support

-while we're in there? -It's supposed to look

like a rival cartel, not military.

Well, the rival cartel looks outnumbered.

That's the problem, Bobby.

What's the solution?

- If I may. - I... Oh, God, of course.

Could you zoom out just a little bit?

We infil half of the team here.

We run .300 subsonic. Take overwatch from the rear.

Can we use a Predator?

Why would we use a Predator?

We make a mess of this parking lot.

While Bravo Team enters from the left flank,

Alpha Team moves up.

Bravo Team, explosive breach.

Enter northeast, southwest.

Really fucking easy. Two teams of five.

We get compromised, Little Bird comes in hot

-and gets us out. -Can I just fucking be

the voice of reason here for just one second?

Here we go.

So, if we're under JSOC,

why don't we just fly three assault teams out,

make short work of it? Why the fucking stretch?

You know the deal, Bobby.

They want minimal risk with maximum reward.

Well, three teams is minimum risk.

That's not how they see it.

They think the more we commit, the more potential for failure.

Well, that's because they've never been in a gunfight, Joe.

One hundred percent.

Can you jam cell signals?

- Can I what? - Fucking hell.

I'm good with this.

We own the night.

We have eyes. They don't.

You think they don't.

Gear up.

* exciting orchestral music *

Control, this is Tango India Delta 224. Radio check.

No radio?

Stay below the hard deck. There's no need for radio.

Okay, so we're just gonna fucking wing this.

Alpha Team infil, Bravo Team infil.

Exfil is on the target.

If we call for CAS,

we will mark the target with IR and talk you in.

-My weapons are hot. -Your weapons are hot.

Do I have radio contact with Command?

There is no Command.

I am Command.

This is fucking insane.

We had a 20-minute briefing.

Welcome to the CIA.

Let's go.

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I drop you off, then what?

-Hold above target. -What altitude?

Twenty-five hundred.

They'll hear me.

We want them to.

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Three, two, one.

Overwatch site secure. Moving to target building.

Three, two, one.

What the fuck is that?

Bravo Team.

Breach.

Alpha Team, southeast corner.

Moving.

Three vehicles approaching from the west.

What type?

Running sirens. Moving in our direction.

Get eyes on.

Bravo Team in place.

They're in place.

Vehicles approaching from the west.

Police vehicles. Three.

Fuck. Federal or state?

How would I know that?

-What color? -It's night.

Are they sedans

or are they trucks?

-Sedans. -Light 'em up.

You want me to engage?

Are they coming this way?

Roger.

Then light 'em up.

Moving.

We're set here.

Bravo Team,

-execute. -Clear.

Execute.

What the fuck is this?

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Dame tu mano, chiquita.

Joe.

What am I looking at?

We got to get the fuck out of here.

Yeah, no shit.

Joe, call in our exfil.

To confirm, you want me to engage the vehicles?

Engage. Engage. Kill 'em all.

And then come back

and get us.

Exfil, 90 seconds. Let's go.

We're fucking leaving?

What do you want to do?

Load 500 kids on the bench of a Little Bird?

We move.

We move!

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What the fuck was that?

* ominous music *

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