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You can get out. You don't have to wait for the rotors to stop.
Like it's my first time in a fucking helicopter.
What the fuck was that?
What the fuck was that?
I don't ask questions. They point, I hustle.
Nice. That's just great.
That's how to maintain OPSEC.
- Who the fuck are they? - I know they're on our ass
about the budget, but I think we can swing breakfast.
- Are they vetted? - Did I vet
the Army culinary corps? No.
That's the Army's job.
Thank you, gentlemen, that will be all.
But we've still got three more...
Thank you, that will be all.
And I suggest
you forget about ever meeting us,
or we'll never forget meeting you. Understood?
Yes, ma'am.
Don't worry, Joe, the Provigil's gonna wear off in about an hour.
Fuck you.
Don't come at me with that fucking shit!
And you...
I didn't see many drugs
with all the fucking children they're trafficking.
My intel said that that warehouse
was a transshipment station.
It is a fucking transshipment station!
- Joe... - What fucking intel did you get?
- You don't got shit! - Joe.
What?!
Hey.
Take a deep breath, all right?
Cartels are bad.
Fucking bad.
But this bullshit is a detour.
We need to stay on our road.
Those are children, Kyle.
Children.
And in two weeks they're someone's fucking sex toy.
- Synced and corrected by synk - - www.addic7ed.com -
Nighthawk reporting.
Put her through.
Joe?
- Yes, sir. - Help me understand
- what I'm looking at here. - The warehouse appears
to be a holding station for individuals
being prepped across the border.
Ages range from... from eight to 18.
Possibly early 20s for some of the young women.
But most looked mid-teens or younger.
- No narcotics? - No, sir.
Contraband of any kind?
Only the human kind, sir.
Well, difficult to confiscate that kind.
We'd like to try, sir.
Rescue missions don't give the illusion of a rival cartel.
Why does it need to be an illusion?
That illusion only needs to exist for my Lioness,
and then only for her, at this point, anyway.
There seems to be about 300 of them,
and they are on the move, Joe.
This isn't surgical, this is 82nd Airborne.
It's not what we do.
Right now it still appears to be an attack
by a rival cartel, so let's just keep it that way.
That's easy for you to say. You aren't the one leaving them behind.
I am the one giving the orders.
I am absolutely the one leaving them behind.
You're not the only mother on this call, Joe.
Now turn your heart off and your brain back on.
Get the Lioness to Dallas and insert her.
May I suggest
no more tandem missions with DEA?
Noted.
What a fucking mess.
Is there any chatter out there about us being involved?
Mexican authorities asking when Sonorans got helos.
They think it's another cartel.
Get some buzz out supporting that.
This has potential to work.
Yeah. Maybe.
If it doesn't cook all of our operators in the process.
We getting back in the game, boss?
- Negative. - We're not going after 'em?
And blow our mission on day one? No.
CBP, DEA will intercept when they reach the border.
You can tell us no, just don't lie to us.
Who the fuck is Border Patrol allowed to detain?
They wrote the zip code of their destination
on these kids' fucking hands.
Okay? That's how worried they are about being detained.
Don't act like you didn't see the same shit
daily in Afghanistan.
Man, you guys got soft playing HRT,
watching The View on cable
with your catered breakfast.
- Fuck you, Tracer. - Hey!
Guys!
When did this become a democracy?
I asked, Washington said no.
End of story.
Back to Dallas.
- Insert her today. - No.
No, I did not sign up for this. I did not sign up
- for any of this. - You absolutely signed...
- You absolutely did. - Well, I changed my mind.
It doesn't work like that.
Then fucking court-martial me!
Please!
I can't wait to testify!
Cruz, you're up.
I'm up for what?
- Manage your asset. - Oh, she's my asset now?
She's been your asset since you got here.
A quick word, Joe?
Those are tools.
I know what they are.
Then why are you asking a tool for its opinion?
I'm not.
But on this, we all have the same opinion.
You start letting tools think,
they start deciding how they want to be used.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
The rules of my fucking game change while we play it.
I need them all to think. That's the difference
between your fucking tools and mine.
Get ready to travel.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Okay. We're gonna do this now, huh?
- Yes, Joe. - Deputy director of the CIA.
Who wants it?
Nobody?
I didn't think so.
Stow your gear.
Wheels up in an hour.
Bobby?
Yeah.
Check your email.
For what?
I got a tracker on one of the kids.
Okay.
What do you want me to do?
We going rogue?
There's what I want to do and what I should do.
Kyle?
If I knew where some of these kids would be crossing...
what could you do about it?
How could you?
Just play the fucking hypothetical.
There's not much I can do. We didn't find any drugs.
I'd have to bring in CBP and HSI.
I don't recall you searching them for drugs.
- I didn't. - So-so you don't know.
They could be muling these kids.
It's doubtful, but yes.
They don't like to mix contraband.
Back to my original question.
If I knew where they were crossing, what would you do?
- Do you know when? - I know when.
How the fuck do you know when?
All right, man, just stop
with the questions. Just fucking answers, all right?
If I knew the where and the when,
I'd stage an SRT unit
to intercept once they crossed.
Can I peel off part of my team to observe and advise?
Advise how?
They're gonna tell you where and when,
and then they'll make sure you don't fuck up the intercept.
Why don't you tell me the where and when now?
Because it's not admissible in court, and it's classified.
But we can share with you certain coordinates
and timelines that will not violate TS restrictions.
Who do you want?
Give me Cruz, Tucker and Tex.
I need Cruz with me, and Tex on surveillance.
Tucker, then, but that leaves me fucking slim.
- You got me and Tracer. - Fucking joy.
I'll drop the team in Dallas,
and I'll be back before dark. They won't move before dark.
She has tactical command,
I need Kyle to have operational command.
You're out of your fucking mind.
- I... this... - I can't swallow that pill.
Oh, you know what? Fuck this, man. We-we all got FBI credentials.
We'll just do it without you.
All right? I'll call in an HRT team.
Okay, okay. Fine. Okay, that's fine.
But your orders flow through fucking me.
You fucking understand?
Yep.
"Yep."
We'll get this figured.
These thumpers get younger every year.
What is there, a selection in middle school around here?
What do you think you are?
Lioness. Whatever that means,
since no one will fucking tell me.
I can tell you.
Where?
Started in Kuwait.
Ended up on the East Coast.
And then can't say.
Did you complete your mission?
Yeah. I completed my mission.
You still part of the program?
I'm with a different unit now.
Do you know what my mission is?
I'm supposed to look at people I love in the eye, lie to them,
blow their whole fucking world apart,
take their freedom, maybe even their lives.
You think you could do that?
I looked the only person I ever loved in the eye, lied to her,
then blew her world apart...
right in front of her.
You're not a part of the QRF.
- No. - What's your mission now?
To protect the mission from everything,
including you.
You see some of the things I've seen,
do some of the things I've done.
You know what I learned?
The world is this close to chaos.
At all times.
Five percent of people are saints.
Five percent are evil.
In their soul, stone evil.
The other 90...
they're just sheep.
They will follow whoever has the upper hand.
That is what we fight for.
There is no winning. There is just the upper hand.
What does this have to do with my family?
Is your father a saint?
He is not.
He's not a saint.
Is he a sheep?
Is that how you would describe him?
Think about the nine-year-olds at the warehouse
before you answer that.
No. He's not a sheep.
He's not a sheep.
So he's evil.
No.
No, he's not evil. He's...
morally compromised.
Okay, weak, sure.
He profits from the suffering of others. He's evil.
Do you think it makes it easier, believing that?
I don't think it makes it easier.
Nothing makes it easier,
but you swore an oath when you enlisted,
and there was no asterisk beside it.
We don't choose the enemy.
We just choose the fight.
We can choose not to fight,
but choosing not to fight is how warehouses fill up with children.
Wheels up.
Get your gear.
Tex.
Have you formed an opinion about our Lioness?
Yeah. Doesn't want to be here.
- No. - It's a, it's a pretty
shitty foundation to build on.
What I did haunts me, and I begged you for the chance.
Look, I don't know how you trust
someone who doesn't want it from the start.
I don't. That's why you're here.
She needs to believe
that her father isn't the target, which is true.
She needs to think he has a chance.
Why don't you just turn him?
Offer him immunity, get him on our side?
What would you fear more, 30 years in a federal prison
or your wife disemboweled in front of you
before your face is removed with a belt sander?
Nobody's ever made an informant out of a top-tier cartel member, ever.
Maybe not, but...
when's the last time you had one of their daughters try?
Just saying.
Now we're managing two assets, at least.
Look, he's not a terrorist.
He's not laundering money for a cause.
He's doing it to get rich.
Can't DOJ just give him
a new identity and park him in some mansion in Idaho somewhere?
Let him be rich?
Then we're not laying out bait, hoping he takes it.
Would you take it if you were him?
It's his fucking daughter.
There's no way to pin him down.
Assume they have eyes on his house,
on his office, eyes on him when he travels.
Everyone in his life is a spy.
His maid, his cook.
Cartels don't use surveillance equipment,
they use people, and their people are everywhere.
- She does it. - The pilot?
Yeah.
The fucking helicopter pilot is gonna
flip the brother of the leader of Los Tigres.
Come on. Think about it.
No. She has zero training in working a double.
Look, she doesn't believe in the mission.
You don't believe in her.
That's why I'm here, right?
Give her something to believe in.
Let her believe her family has a chance, and then give 'em one.
You got smart.
When did you get smart?
I've always been smart. You just didn't notice.
Oh.
Hold on. Hey.
Hey, there's something I want to talk to you about in person.
Can you meet me at Bliss?
In person? Uh...
well, this is gonna take about four...
- Yeah, I can be there by eight. - Darling, we have,
- we have the Medal of Freedom dinner tonight. - Oh.
- Medal of Freedom. - No. Sorry.
Uh, I have plans tonight.
I can be there in the morning.
Okay. Tomorrow.
- We'll talk then. - Mm-hmm. I'll see you then.
- Well done. - Thank you.
All's pretty quiet on the Western Front.
These things take time, Mandy.
October's a bad time for surprises.
Getting dangerously close to an election.
We aren't planning any surprises.
We haven't seen any plans at Foreign Intelligence, Kaitlyn.
Nothing at all.
Plans are better after the fact.
When we have no say?
When there is no risk for operational security being breached.
If you can't trust a Senate subcommittee
- to keep a secret... - Don't.
Come on, Mandy. It's too early to insult
either of our intelligence.
Interesting story out of Del Rio.
Cartels have helicopters now?
Who's insulting who, Kaitlyn?
Skirmishes with cartels is its own Vietnam, Kaitlyn.
They are pawns in the game.
Mm. Mm-hmm.
Everyone can call China the enemy,
and they can say the same thing about us,
but don't forget, 40% of our imports come from there.
- Mm-hmm. - We're married, darling.
And it's best we stay that way.
Nobody survives the divorce.
No one's talking about divorce.
They moved their castle a little too close to our queen,
and that is all.
So we take a few chess pieces to remind them of the rules.
Oh.
What rules this time?
Just don't fuck with our queen.
Wake her up.
Hey.
Come back here for a sec. Let's talk.
I understand the position you're in.
I respect it. I have a family of my own.
And the notion of,
the notion of betraying them is no notion, if you know what I mean.
It's a tough spot to be in, and I'm sorry you're there.
Maybe there's a way to achieve our goal
and limit risk to your family.
What would that be?
You tell your father the truth.
If he cooperates, then your family is moved,
then your family is placed in protective custody.
We'll move them, needless to say,
but the lifestyle they're accustomed to will continue.
Move them where?
Aspen, Telluride, Upstate New York.
We've had good success there.
No. My parents, they don't like the cold.
Then they should buy a coat. What the fuck?
I'm not negotiating with you. I'm making an offer.
The alternative to that offer...
The alternative is why you cried
when we met.
If he says no?
At this point, I have no faith in you.
And I don't know him, so we raid his house...
take him into custody,
freeze his assets, confiscate all his personal property.
Who do you think they're gonna go after first?
Your family?
Your father in a Dallas County jail? I don't know.
Won't much matter then. It's out of my hands.
You said my uncle was the mission.
Your father's the mission now.
- Why? - Because this is how he survives.
And I can trust him to do that.
So, you pick him up, present him the options...
I'm not presenting shit to him. You are.
He's your father.
This gives them a chance. He'll see that.
Just, just present the choice.
Say he agrees. Then what?
Mission stays the same. You bring us closer to Alvaro.
We identify his contact with MSS. That's it.
We'll take it from there.
You think you can sell that?
I can sell that.
So, we're putting her straight in?
There's a separate rental under her last name.
Pay with her card.
You do have a credit card, don't you?
You want to put this on my credit card?
Well, mine goes back to the federal government, so what do you think?
Don't take your eyes off of her.
I'll be back tomorrow.
Randy, if it gets even a little squirrelly, just pull her.
We're good on fuel.
We can go whenever.
Want to stretch your legs?
Let's go.
Let's clear it to be sure.
All right.
Tex, sweetheart?
- Yeah, we're clear. - I love that.
We're good to go.
We've got a world.
Dad's home.
Oh. Whoa-whoa-whoa, who-who, who are those guys?
Yard crew, looks like.
Can't believe this guy walks around with no security.
- Eh, he's a money guy. - Yeah, well,
that's who I'd guard the closest.
Did they pull titles on the neighbors?
Yeah, I did, they're in trusts.
No, no, buddy.
They ain't in trusts, they're in escrows.
Maybe the reason there's no security on the property
is 'cause they stage it in one of these houses.
Hmm.
Want to have TFO get into their Wi-Fi?
Well, what are they looking for?
Looking for a security feed from the Carrillo house
on a neighboring server.
Okay. I'll do it.
- Hey. - Hold on.
Okay.
- Okay. - She's in Dallas.
Goes in today.
Mm-hmm. Where are you?
I'm back to El Paso.
I'm chasing it from the other direction.
Who's putting her in?
Cruz.
That's a lot of trust.
No more than you gave me.
You had more experience.
She's better at this than I was.
Quicker on her feet.
Doesn't have to work so hard for the fucking answer.
If it's okay with you, I want to give her a lot of rein on this.
All right.
She's got to go to the Farm, Joe.
Be on a desk, work from an embassy.
I didn't.
- You're different. - She's like me.
Except she doesn't have a husband and two daughters.
Just don't give her too much rein.
We're already improvising this operation too much as it is.
Thank you.
Well, I like this stateside gig.
You call at decent hours.
Don't get used to it.
Actually...
Yeah, get used to it.
I'd like to get used to it.
- I have my way out. - Your way out?
Your way out of what?
A window to more time with you and the girls.
Okay. Well, you know what?
That's a conversation worth having.
In our backyard,
under the stars,
a bottle of wine or three.
Three bottles, Doctor?
Yeah. Yeah.
I'm actually gonna prescribe it. Better drink all your medicine.
Hey, girls, 15 minutes.
You have big plans tonight?
Oh, yeah. Big plans. Double date.
Me and Charlie and Kate and her boyfriend,
the heavy-petting champion of Fairfax County.
I wish we could just...
fucking drown him in the pool.
I know.
I mean, we could.
It would test your relationship at the DOJ, and I have
that Hippocratic oath thing.
But might be worth it.
A very inconvenient oath with a teenage daughter.
Maybe I'll just bore him to death.
That sounds like a good plan.
I love you.
I love you, too, honey.
I'm gonna call you tomorrow, okay?
Okay.
- Bye. - Bye.
We're beginning our descent.
Yep.
One thing this job has taught me,
crime sure fucking pays.
Hey, slow your breathing.
Slow your breathing.
I'm trying, I'm trying.
Okay, deep breath in.
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
Get your shit together
or you're gonna get us both fucking killed.
Sitting here's making it fucking worse.
We're a giant bull's-eye in the middle of the street.
You good?
Let's just fucking do this.
Okay to leave it in the driveway?
- I don't know. - I will take that as a yes.
Ah, fuck.
Girls are going in.
Security cameras run a feed into a server
to this fucking house.
Hey, do we have any control over the satellite?
- Can we zoom in on the image? - What for?
Because I like to get a sense of how many bandits
are trucking this group across.
Bandits are on our side. They join up on the cross.
And you know this from your vast experience
working with Mexican smugglers?
Oh, you think this border's any different
than Syria, Iran, Pakistan, fucking Turkey?
Uh, yes, I do.
Hey, how big is this group bringing 'em across?
Two, maybe three.
- Is that it? - Well, until they cross.
So the detail that's set to intercept,
they're already here.
Listen to that. It's like a fucking echo in here.
Ah, I bet you two were one hell of a crazy couple.
Oh, God.
And how big is the group over here?
Well, that depends on the value of the cargo.
If it's a hot load, three to four spotters,
half dozen to escort, another half dozen to intercept.
Okay, so walk me through a hot load.
God, there's so much I could say right now.
I won't, but there's so fucking much.
You know what? Fuck you, Bobby.
Oh, been there, done that, peewee.
Not worth the fucking ride.
A little mission focus here?
And, yeah, if you think the border is anything
like navigating those booger-eaters in Eastern Iran,
you got a very tough lesson coming, Bobby.
- We ready? - Thank God. Shit.
Anything to get these two to shut the fuck up.
You hear that?
Rather get into a motherfucking gunfight
than to listen to any more of this horseshit.
Gutierrez, where's your team?
- Idling outside. - All right, let's go.
Ooh, why are you ringing the doorbell?
- It's your house, isn't it? - I forgot, I don't know.
- Fuck, I don't know. - Atzi?
¿Por qué tocaste el timbre, mi amor?
No sé.
Pero dios mío.
Why are you so skinny? Have you been sick?
I'm not skinny, Mom, I'm fit.
I've been in the desert for two years.
You're never gonna have babies like this.
Mom.
I'm sorry. I know, I know, I know.
So, who's your friend?
- Cruz. - Cruz?
Oh, it's, uh, it's a nickname.
Paulina, but please never call me that.
Well, very nice to meet you, Cruz.
Oh, please come on in.
I'm so happy to see you. Come in.
- Welcome. - Thanks.
How serious do they take dinner?
My mother will be dressed like the governor's coming over.
She buys all that shit, she's got to wear it somewhere.
Yeah? Dad never takes her out?
Dad never goes out.
He just goes to work and comes home.
That's it.
At least that's how it used to be.
I left home when I was 18.
I have no idea what they do now.
Hey, I don't talk about this in front of my mother, do I?
We have dinner, you tell them the truth.
Most of the truth.
If they ask me about us, I defer to you.
You can make up whatever you want, I'll remember it.
At some point, ask them if you guys can speak alone.
That's it.
Okay, so I ask to speak alone, and then what?
When do you come in?
I don't come in unless he asks me to come in.
If he does, you bring him to me in this room.
Don't let him out of your sight once
you've made him the offer, you got it?
There's eyes everywhere in here.
Team's watching.
Nothing bad's gonna happen.
Not here anyway, okay?
If you found out your father was funding terrorists,
would you hesitate for one second to turn him in?
No.
You love him?
I love who he was. I...
I love memories.
We're not changing memories.
Cena está lista, señor.
¿Quién es la chica con mi hija?
Una amiga.
Una novia.
Parece soldada.
No, thank you.
- You don't drink wine? - No, I don't drink at all.
- Since when? - Since I became a pilot.
Oh, wow.
You know, in high school this one,
every weekend was Cinco de Mayo, Cinco de Agosto,
Cinco de Octubre.
All the time there was a Cinco de something.
And she was always with the boys.
She ran in a pack of them.
Hmm?
They didn't take your license?
Uh, military pilots aren't issued licenses, only civilian aviators.
So you can get one?
I mean, I-I guess, if I pass the test. I don't...
I don't know how a dishonorable discharge affects the process.
What did you do that was dishonorable?
I didn't do anything dishonorable.
Then why were you discharged?
Hmm?
Ustedes vieron la noticia.
I don't know what I'm supposed to say here.
Tell them the truth.
State Department sent officials to our base
through known enemy territory
without notifying the base for proper escort.
I was sent to provide cover, which I did,
but rather than they take
the blame themselves, they decided to say
that I initiated the assault.
What actually happened was that I saved their fucking lives.
- Hey. - Sorry.
Now here we are.
How many Apache pilots are women?
I don't know.
I do.
I looked it up.
82.
Out of 1,500.
The Army does sensitivity training now.
When I served, there was none of that shit.
There was no bathroom of the gender you decide
you are today or any of that bullshit.
Army can't get anyone to enlist anymore and put up with that shit.
So they got no choice.
Recruit women, recruit men who think they're women
and women who think they are men.
My point is,
of all the people to make an example out of,
a woman seems like a terrible choice in this new Army.
They should have given you a medal.
That's what I said.
You in the Army?
I was a Marine.
What specialty?
I was a Raider.
You see what I mean?
Women and fags and fucking ladyboys and dykes.
- That's our Army now. - Pablo!
I was damn good at my job, Dad.
I don't question that.
The first sign an empire is failing
is when its people question
the institutions the empire was built on.
The structure of government, the churches, the schools.
They reject God because the emperors
begin believing they are God.
And the people become so rich,
everyone believes they are an emperor as well.
And too good to do the jobs
that built the empire in the first place.
So they outsource those jobs.
And they open their borders
to allow people desperate
to do all the other jobs
the other people are too rich to do.
Then comes the guilt
for all this wealth.
But still the empire thrives.
And now everyone questions their wealth.
Then they question themselves.
And then they reject everything
that built the empire to begin with.
They destroy their own symbols,
attack themselves like a cancer,
attack the people who protect the empire,
attack you for protecting it.
Then the wolves come.
And all the people who lived like emperors
will know the suffering
they blamed themselves for creating.
And they will be slaughtered.
And a new empire will rise from its ashes.
Then the cycle
begins again.
Eat the soup first.
It's very refreshing and cleanses the palette.
What the fuck are you doing?
I can't see shit.
You don't need to see shit.
You just need to follow me.
The whole fucking world can see that.
600 meters and closing.
Tucker, get high ground. Tell me what you see.
Coming up on the river now.
I got armed personnel moving south towards the river.
Spotter.
Your three o'clock.
Joe?
Raise your hand.
I got you.
Armed personnel.
Your one o'clock.
100 meters.
I count six.
Move to contact.
Where the fuck you going?
Stay here.
They're crossing the fucking river.
On point.
What the fuck? Shit.
Spotter has thermal.
They're moving towards us.
- Coming across the river. - Take the lead.
Man down!
Reloading!
I got her.
Three o'clock.
I can't positively ID the child.
Fuck.
The drones are armed.
The drones are armed!
Incoming!
Fuck.
Boss, they tore this DEA team up something good.
There she is.
- Where? - Right there.
I don't see her.
Looks like she's coming up around your one o'clock.
I got her, I got her. I'm almost there.
¡Alto! Policía! ¡Alto!
- ¡Levanten las manos! - I want to see your hands!
- ¡Alto!! Alto! - Get down!
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