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♪ MTV ♪

[screams]

[Mullins] A congresswoman was kidnapped

on American soil.

[Hollar] No Mexican criminal organization

is gonna do something this reckless

without pressure from an outside force.

- It's China. - [Kyle] Congresswoman?

[Kyle] The Los Tigres cartel has

the closest ties to the Chinese.

[Meade] Leader of Los Tigres has a niece.

[Joe] Captain Carrillo.

How well do you know your uncle?

What do you know about the Lioness program?

What do you want me to do?

I'm supposed to look at people

I love in the eye,

blow their whole world apart.

- They know, Daddy. - Who's they?

Your brother is the leader of Los Tigres.

A foreign operative planned a kidnapping.

- We want him. - [Gutierrez] Whatever it is

you think you're doing, Beijing knows.

The cartel knows.

Bomber wasn't there for us.

He was there to keep us from an asset.

[Westfield] Suicide bomber along the border

was most likely Iranian.

A number of the individuals with him were Chinese.

We need to show Iran and China

that we aren't the only nation with an open border.

♪ Dramatic, haunting music ♪

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♪ tense, pulsing music ♪

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[herd bleating]

[man shouting]

[bleating continues]

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[Cody] Night one, this is Sword three-one.

Helicopter is inbound to location.

Bearing southeast.

I have visual on target one

and target two, over.

[Night One] Roger, Sword three-one.

Keep eyes on location and advise any movement.

♪ Suspenseful music ♪

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It's like déjà vu all over again.

- Yeah. - We've got eyes on target.

They still in Turkey?

Just inside the border of Iran.

Dalampar.

What are their capabilities in Dalampar?

Getting them now.

It's about to pop off soon.

Sooner it starts, sooner we can go home.

- [sighs] - How you feeling?

- I'm fine. - Boss.

- [sighs] - How you feeling?

I'm jet-lagged, nauseous.

I'd say I have a migraine, but I've never had a migraine

before, so I guess it's just a splitting fucking headache.

Well, that's excellent news.

None of those are symptoms of bleeding out.

Yeah.

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[Tex] Roger that.

They want your bird ready to move, soon as we reach base.

Piece of cake.

We're in your sandbox now.

I don't have a flight crew.

And I need a door gunner.

I got you.

Iran ain't the Taliban.

These fuckers aim when they shoot.

So do I.

♪♪♪

Look who's back.

My gear arrive?

It's in the warehouse.

Great, have some food and coffee.

Send it over, send some to my office.

If we're sent on a hot exfil, what's our ride?

It depends on timeline and location.

We got Little Birds en route right now.

If they're ready, they'll provide air support

until we know it's safe to put you in.

If not, you'll just take Humvees in.

All right, Tuck...

you got the Stinger.

Tex, you got overwatch.

- Who wants the 240? - I'll take it, Bobby.

All right. Two Cups?

- Yo! - Pack the 32.

Is there armor at this outpost?

If you're wondering where all the shit we left

in Kabul ended up, look no further.

[sighs] Great.

Who's got the AT4?

Anybody?

I can't carry everything. My back is fucked.

Fuck it, fuck it, I'll take it, I'll take it.

Bobby, I'll take it.

No. You're observe and advise, boss.

I'm observe and advise,

unless one of my assets goes down.

Then it's all hands on deck.

G.I. Jane, you want it?

Are you out of your fucking mind?

I'm clandestine services.

I'm not a fucking operator.

I'm gonna be watching this shit on my computer,

and if it goes south,

how about I just scramble some jets?

Fine. I'll fucking take it.

- Give it to me. - [Bobby] No!

You get the asset. I got the armor.

[helicopter blades whirring]

Someone's been flying my helicopter.

This is not your helicopter.

It's the United States Army's helicopter.

You need a copilot,

two crew chiefs and a gunner.

All I need is a gunner.

Army regulations exist for a reason, Cap.

And surely you have not forgotten that in a month.

Submit me your flight plan and your op plan,

and I'll pick a crew for you.

I don't have a flight plan, sir.

Well, if you don't have the flight plan, who the fuck does?

Do we have to do this again?

The mission's classified.

One pilot,

one door gunner.

Do you have a rating as a door gunner?

Nothing to it. Point, put the target in the crosshairs

and pull the fucking trigger.

Right, 'cause that's all there is to it.

That's all there ever is to it.

You care to tell me where to send

the 82nd when she crashes this fucking thing?

We got everything handled, Commander.

You just be Johnny-on-the-spot with that coffee,

would you?

I'll have the 82nd ready, anyway.

♪ Slow, tense music ♪

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Are you up for it?

Yeah. I can do everything on the bird except fly it.

- Any idea when? - Soon.

Sitrep in five.

You good?

Oh, yeah, this is my happy place.

Mm. That makes one of us. I hate the shit out of 'em.

When we get through this, you and I should have a talk.

Oh, there's nothing to talk about.

Talks are not one of my strengths.

Me, neither.

But after this, you know, we could just sit down

and not talk.

Okay. It's a date.

Okay, then.

Okay, then.

Uh, got to go load a bunch of rifle mags.

That's oddly arousing.

[chuckles softly]

This outpost is a half klick in country from the Turkish border.

This dirt road meets pavement about 20 klicks to the south.

And just north of that convergence is

the best place to intercept.

There is no high ground

for armor, so we fly

below radar if we can approach

from the west along that canyon.

Now if they do move the targets

by helo, most likely, they will skirt east of that road

in order to stay in contact with that radar.

We do believe it's highly likely, though,

that they do transport the targets by vehicle

up to Sahand missile base and

then helo them the rest of the way to Isfahan Nuclear facility.

You have a Republican Guard base 100 klicks to the south.

When you engage, you are two hours from the world showing up.

Dalampar outpost is roughly two companies.

You've got 100 combat troops.

The rest is command, communication and support.

They do have armor.

Satellite has picked up

three M1 Abrams tanks

that were left there at the airport in Kabul.

Whether they're operational or Iranian military

have crews capable of operating them is unclear.

They've got two T-72s.

We're gonna assume that they do have crews to run those.

Sayyad fast attack vehicle.

It's armed with 77-millimeter rockets,

guided missiles, various chain guns.

They've got BMP-2s, a Russian infantry attack vehicle.

All of these will require a LAW or a Stinger

to destroy, of course, except the M1,

which will require Javelin.

They've got typical truck-bed-mounted .50s,

which you are well-versed in defending against.

In short, this is a very well-armed, if not terribly

well-trained outpost.

If we hit here,

you are roughly two miles from Iraqi border.

Now, I'm not saying that that border is gonna

dissuade them if they are in pursuit.

We will send up F-22s upon mission launch.

Questions, Captain?

Will snipers mark target vehicles?

The entire convoy is your target.

Time to site for CAS if called upon?

[Amber] Unclear.

Thirty minutes is our goal,

but it's a stretch for them,

which is why we can't hold in place to engage.

We do not have a refueler in the region,

so they have to fly in,

drop their load and then go home.

We do have Delta snipers in place with eyes on Dalampar,

and they are prepared to fall back

for overwatch and assist if assistance is needed.

- Any questions? - [Joe] What happened

to the two Delta teams?

- En route. - ETA?

Unclear.

I would sure like to know.

By COB.

[Tucker] Enemy infantry capabilities.

What do they got, thermal, NV...?

[Amber] They've got a version of everything that we've got.

Op name is Sky Hawk.

Command is Night One. Attack helo is Thunder.

Snipers on-site, that's Sword three-one.

Your team is Sword three-two.

Delta team inbound, Sword three-three.

CAS is Eagle One.

Green light is Jezebel.

Good luck, everybody.

All right. Let's get ready.

♪ Slow, tense music ♪

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[insects trilling]

[phone buzzes]

Yeah.

[Meade over phone] We're outside.

[sighs]

Where is he?

Bedroom.

- We got a plan? - Yeah, we got a plan.

Want to clue me in on it?

I plan to clue everyone in on it.

Wake him up. Bring him in.

- He's awake. - [Westfield] Course he is.

[Tracer] Let's go.

Have a seat.

You look important.

I am.

We've frozen your bank accounts.

Not just the ones in Dallas. The ones in Nassau,

the ones in Zurich, the ones

under your 22 different LLCs and trusts

that you've established in the States,

the trusts you've established for your children.

All of it. All $372 million dollars of it.

And we've just started looking.

That's illegal. I'm not under indictment.

We don't need indictments. We don't need warrants.

We just need congressional approval

to act against known terrorist organizations.

And as of October 22nd,

your organization was listed as such.

You have no evidence tying me to...

[Westfield] We don't need that, either.

All we need is the belief.

Being placed on a terrorist watch list

suspends your protections under the Fourth Amendment,

your right to an attorney, any Miranda protections.

You see, we don't prosecute criminal cases.

We eliminate threats to the national security

of the United States of America.

And when your organization began working with enemies

of the United States

to transport their agents into our country

to attack that security,

threat is exactly what you became.

[chuckles]

So, you're here to eliminate me.

We're here to eliminate the threat.

[Pablo] You could've done that in Dallas.

You're not the threat. Your brother's the threat.

He's the one that's fostered these relationships

that threaten us.

[Westfield] Every problem has a solution,

and here's ours, Pablo.

We can't control the relationships

that an organization makes

unless we have a measure of trust

with the leader of that organization.

You want our trust?

We want your trust.

What else do you want?

[Westfield] If we have your trust, that's all we need.

Trust to do what?

Refrain from working with our enemies.

Inform us when they reach out.

Work to eliminate their influence

anywhere that you find it.

[Westfield] That trust would be very valuable to us.

Valuable enough that we would work tirelessly to protect it.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

♪ Tense music ♪

I think I do.

So you can give us that trust?

I can give you that, but...

what power do you have here? Hmm?

You can control men in Iraq, the Middle East,

because you have soldiers there.

Well...

[Pablo] You have no soldiers here.

We think it's best if your organization

is run from the States.

Is that possible?

Is that, uh, something that can be done?

In Mexico, we are free from prosecution.

[Westfield] That's not freedom, though.

You aren't free to travel. Your children aren't, either.

No school is safe, no restaurant, nothing.

[Meade] Here, you sacrifice freedom for security.

But it's a prison.

It's a prison of luxury.

It's a prison of your choosing, but it's...

it is a prison, nonetheless.

What if you could have the security you have in Mexico

with the freedom you have in the United States?

What would you say to that?

What about my family?

They get the same.

[Pablo] All of them?

All but one.

You have his phone?

We'd like to see him tomorrow, first thing.

My brother equates trust with money.

I'll give him his $300 million to start.

How's that?

He'll want more.

[sighs]

More can be arranged.

[chuckles]

Who do I tell him you are?

[Meade] You know who we are.

I can tell him that?

There can be no trust with secrets.

Remember that.

[phone clicking]

[line ringing]

[stammers] Hermanito.

Necesitamos hablar.

Sí, todo está bien.

♪ Suspenseful music ♪

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What happened?

We have a developing situation.

Why are we meeting here? Where's White House staff?

You're White House staff.

I'm Chief of Staff. Where's the rest of it?

Well, the rest of it doesn't need to know.

The president has no knowledge of this?

It's a rapidly developing situation.

It is in the interest of the president

that he be shielded from any fallout.

That is not your decision to make.

You do not have the authority.

I absolutely do have the authority.

None of us have the authority.

♪ Tense music ♪

There are two Chinese nuclear scientists en route

to Isfahan Nuclear base with information or supplies

to enrich and activate Iran's nuclear capabilities.

Intervening is the very definition

of the obligation of allegiance.

Now, sit down. I'm aware of the risks.

You two should note that I spared you it.

You get to celebrate the win.

The loss is all mine.

What are we looking at?

This is, uh, an Iranian outpost on the Iraqi border,

where the Turkish military transported the targets.

Top right screen is the planned interdiction site.

[Hollar] Interdiction?

Uh, we're not using a drone?

And what the fuck is he doing here?

Ground Branch and Delta have the operation.

[Hollar] The Army's in on it?

Everyone is in on this but the fucking commander in chief?

What would he do with this information?

Call a meeting of the Armed Services Committee?

Meanwhile, nuclear scientists

are crossing an open border

to further endanger the security of this nation.

You don't give a shit about the scientists.

This is about the border.

Well, you're goddamn right.

They don't give a shit about ours?

This is what we feel about theirs.

♪ Tense music ♪

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[Cody] Night one, this is Sword three-one.

Target vics are leaving location.

Break. Vehicles. Technicals, two.

Multipurpose, one. APC, one.

Total vehicles, four. Over.

[Night One] Roger, Sword three-one.

- Move to overwatch at intercept. - [Cody] Roger, Night one.

Moving now.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

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Thunder, you are Jezebel.

- Jezebel. - Jezebel.

Let's go.

Eagle one, this is Night one. Jezebel.

[Night One] Roger. Jezebel. We're en route.

ETA to target: 32 minutes.

[exhales]

♪ Intense music ♪

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Two minutes to target.

Roger that!

- Hey. - Yeah?

Good luck.

Good luck to you.

I look forward to not talking.

I can't fucking wait!

Intersection is... 922 meters.

Wind 0.5 right.

Roger, 922 and five.

Got visual on convoy.

Yeah. I got 'em.

We got our bird.

Two minutes to target.

All right.

Want to share some of the wealth there, brother?

You know it.

Hey.

Let's go to war.

♪ Tense music ♪

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Serve it up.

- [screams] - [grunts]

Sword three-one, can you confirm jackpot on target?

[Cody] Negative, Night One.

We've got movement.

- We're going back around. - I'm ready!

[whimpers]

Incoming! Incoming on the right!

[grunts]

We're hit. Strap in.

Hey, that bird got clipped.

Mayday, Mayday! Night one, Thunder is going down!

[groans]

It's too fast. We're gonna flare before we hit.

Brace. Brace for impact!

Fuck!

[cries out]

Night one, Thunder's down.

[sighs]

Eagle one, Thunder is down.

ETA for CAS to target.

[Eagle One] 22 mikes to target.

They don't have 22 minutes.

The bird is down!

Here we go.

- Get ready. - Let's go.

Let's fucking do this shit.

♪ Somber music ♪

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[grunts]

[grunts]

♪ Dramatic music ♪

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♪♪♪

I'll need everyone to step out of the vehicle.

They're here with me.

Still need to search 'em.

Badge don't mean shit to me.

[scoffs]

You contract through a firm or you independent?

You Executive Outcomes?

I'll ask all the questions, mate.

You're all Australian and South African,

so I just figured.

This one's good.

Bernard still run it?

You should ask him about me.

Today.

Not a fucking move.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You're on fucking camera, mate.

There'll be 30 more here in 20 seconds.

[Westfield] I'm a senior official

with the State Department of the United States of America.

Put your fucking guns down.

[phone ringing]

You should answer that.

Yeah.

Le dije que venía acompañado

y no me hizo caso el cabrón.

I told you.

[sighs]

Call your boss.

Tell him Byron said hey.

[engines start]

♪ Dramatic music ♪

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♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[chuckles]

You want him now?

Very much.

Take it from here?

Guantánamo?

♪ Tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[man] Cálmale, güey.

Deja que se lo lleven.

[snipping]

♪♪♪

[jet engines whirring]

♪♪♪

[sighs]

[Meade grunts]

Is this it? I don't have a manifest.

- This is it. - All right. I'll close us up,

get us on the way.

[retches]

[Westfield coughs, groans]

[sniffles]

[exhales]

[sniffles]

I think the longer you're away, the harder it is to watch.

Harder still to do.

Easy to forget how ugly this keeping the peace can be.

That's not what makes me sick.

What makes me sick is how little will change.

[inhales deeply]

[clinking]

♪ Iow, somber music ♪

♪♪♪

[panting]

[pants] Hey.

Can you walk?

[panting]

Can you walk?

- [weakly] I don't know. - Come on.

Try to come my way.

♪♪♪

- [yells] Fuck! Oh, my leg! - It's okay.

We'll worry about it when we get out of here.

Oh, fuck.

[pained grunt]

[panting]

[exhales sharply]

[panting]

[hisses, groans]

[groans]

Yeah, you ain't walking.

- [groaning] - [panting]

Fuck.

It's bad.

Not as bad as that.

[vehicles approaching]

[Cody J.] Night one, enemy vics moving on location.

ETA on that QRF.

Sword three-two, be advised,

enemy vics en route to crash site.

- Count six. - More from the south.

Where are they fucking coming from?

Sword three-two, you have multiple enemy vics

approaching from north and south.

Return to base until CAS is on-site.

They're calling us back.

Enemy vics approaching north and south.

You want me to turn us around?

I didn't say we were gonna do it.

- Get us there first. - Boss,

what are we gonna do? There's six of us.

ETA on CAS.

[Amber] 19 mikes.

We're gonna make it 19 minutes.

I don't know if I can make it in 19 minutes.

The job isn't to make it.

The job is to try.

Yes, ma'am.

♪ Iow, somber music ♪

♪♪♪

[Cody J. Whispers] QRF.

Yeah, I got 'em.

Sword three-two, this is Sword three-one.

Be advised,

enemy vics approaching your ten o'clock.

700 meters and closing.

[Tex] Three-one, I don't see 'em.

- I don't see 'em. - Yeah, well,

you're gonna see 'em. They're coming up on you right now.

[Tex] Contact left!

Enemy vics ten o'clock!

- Light 'em up, Tuck! - I got 'em!

[gunfire]

♪♪♪

Up eight, right four.

Hit it on target.

[gunfire continues]

♪♪♪

[rumbling]

Bobby, APC!

Move!

♪♪♪

APCs coming from behind.

What a fucking mess. Get on 'em.

- [gunshot] - [gunfire in distance]

Doesn't sound like a fair fight out there.

It's not.

Look at me.

The fight is coming our way.

I need you to be ready.

Boy, they don't put that shit in the brochure, do they?

- Yeah. - [breathing heavily]

They do.

It's just way down at the bottom.

[gasping, grunts]

[panting]

♪ Iow, tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[yells, grunts]

[gunfire continues]

[quietly] Jesus.

They are getting fucking hammered down there.

Get back on that goose.

- Set. - Smoke 'em.

[gunfire continues]

- [Bobby] You okay?! - [Two Cups] Uh...

- [Bobby] You okay?! - That was...

that was a doozy!

Get the fuck out of here!

- Come on! - [grunting]

[gunfire continues]

[Cody] Sword three-two,

this is Sword three-one.

Enemy vics are disabled.

Fall back to the crash site now.

We're still getting hammered over here!

Well, that ain't gonna get no better.

Fall back to the crash site.

We'll cover you from here.

[gunfire continues]

We move back two by two to the crash site!

Tucker, get down!

I'll cover from here!

It's a fucking order!

I'll cover from here!

Go!

On my command, pop smoke.

- Tex. - Ready.

Execute.

♪♪♪

[indistinct yelling]

[Joe] Let's go!

[gunfire continues]

- Gunner stayed behind. - Yeah.

Lot of balls. Not a lot of think-through.

How many rockets you got left?

- Three. - [exhales]

Hit 'em with one.

[gunfire]

Sword three-two .50 gunner, get the fuck out of there.

[gunfire continues]

You want to mark 500?

Yep.

- What do you got? - Edge of smoke is 500.

All right. Let's get on 'em.

Sword three-two, move, move, move.

[shouts]

[gunfire continues]

[grunts]

[exhales]

[panting]

Here comes round two.

Yeah.

Hey, Sword three-three, this is three-one.

ETA to target.

[Sword Three-Three] We are eight mikes out, Sword three-one.

Hang in there, brother.

[panting]

We got eight minutes in us, yeah?

[chuckles softly]

Piece of cake.

[panting]

Feel that?

Yup.

Feels like armor.

Yeah. Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

[gunfire]

Fuck.

We got to get out of here. Get the fuck out of here.

♪ Tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[gunshots]

Frag out.

[grenade clacking]

[grunts]

♪♪♪

Well...

our secret's out.

Yeah.

- We got to boogie. - Yeah.

♪♪♪

What the fuck?

[panting]

[Joe groans]

[panting]

[laughing]

You a crazy motherfucker.

[Joe panting]

Is it bad?

She's done walking for the day.

Fuck. That's disappointing.

Boss! Twelve o'clock!

Twelve o'clock!

[gunshots]

[Joe] Covering fire!

[gunfire]

Fuck!

It's the whole fucking outpost!

[indistinct shouting]

[Joe] Reload!

[Tex] Reload!

[gunfire]

[Bobby] Reload!

[gunfire continues]

[groans]

Up here, up here, up here!

[panting]

Police your ammo!

- Let them get in close! - [Cody] Hey.

Hey. We can't stay here.

We got to move uphill.

Uphill. Let's move.

[Joe] Night one,

this is Sword three-two. ETA on CAS.

- [panting] - [Night One] Five minutes.

[gunfire continues]

[Hollar] They're moving to flank.

- I can see that. - Air support's five out.

They're moving to flank. You got eight live bodies

and a downed helo.

[Mason] We need to call the president.

The mission is collapsing around us.

We need to call the president.

Call him.

Incoming!

♪ Slow, somber music ♪

Here it comes.

♪♪♪

[panting]

Do you have your pistol with you?

Yes, ma'am.

Save it for us. [Sniffles]

Know what I mean?

I do.

[quietly] I love you.

[cries softly]

[grunting]

Reload. [Grunts]

Bobby! I got you.

- Goddamn it! - Reload!

Fuck, I'm out.

Reload.

[screaming]

♪ Tense, eerie music ♪

♪♪♪

[distorted grunting]

[high-pitched whooshing]

♪ Soaring, hopeful music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Thank God.

Nick of time, Admiral.

Nick of time still counts, sir.

- Sure does. - [door opens]

- [aide] Sir. - Hmm?

Your office has Ambassador Feng

and the Islamic envoy in Pakistan holding for you.

Really? Okay.

You want to take those calls here?

No.

Let them stew.

[chuckles]

♪♪♪

[doctor] All right, everybody, listen up. Patient one:

compound fracture, left tib-fib.

- [medic] Lay back. - I ain't laying back.

Lay the fuck back. We can't move you till you lay back.

Just get me off this motherfucker!

[medic] GSW, right thigh.

It's arterial. Tourniquet.

Patient two: GSW in abdomen.

Patient three: GSW, arterial, left thigh,

right shoulder.

- [panting] - [Bobby] Joe.

- I-I... - [Joe] Don't talk to me.

- Go see a doctor. Go. - That was pretty skinny

this time, boss.

♪ Slow, eerie music ♪

♪♪♪

- You good? - [Tex] Think I broke

my fucking finger. I can't figure out how I did that shit.

[exhales]

We got to stop meeting this way.

That would be refreshing.

- Got a little nutty, huh? - Yeah.

Hey, stay with your people, all right?

I'll start this debrief.

[exhales]

[Cody J.] Ah, look who it is.

I guess we're even.

We were already even. Now you owe me.

All right.

♪ Slow, somber music ♪

♪♪♪

[sighs]

If I had a family, kids...

I would've sent a missile.

[softly] No.

You wouldn't.

Thank you.

[exhales]

♪♪♪

[medic echoes] Arm down.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[sobbing]

[sniffles]

♪ Slow, dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[seat belt clicks]

[Neal] Wasn't sure you were coming home.

I wasn't sure I still had one to come home to.

Joe, you always have one to come home to.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Neal] Look who's home.

[Charlie] Mom? Is that you?

- [Kate] Mom? - [Joe] Baby. Ugh.

- I missed you guys. - [laughter]

♪♪♪