All language subtitles for SIX - S02 E06 - Indian Country (720p - BluRay)

Previously on Six...

There's no guarantee
you'll ever gain

the mobility and dexterity in
your hand to return to your team.

You can't let this thing
that happened define you.

I can't be that person for
anyone, at least not now.

So please don't
come looking for me.

- You sleep with this guy?
- Joe.

We're just going out to paint.

Look, why don't you go paint
with somebody else's wife?

Andrew Hall and two
of his assistants

were grabbed by the Ummah
Movement in Baku, Azerbaijan.

President's golf
buddy Andrew Hall?

- Who's got him, sir?
- The Prince.

Try to negotiate with me again,
and I'll have your tongue cut out.

Execute.

Ma'am, have you seen Paul Adams?
Have you seen Andrew Hall?

- No, they took them away.
- Okay.

Negative. No Hall, no Adams.

No more games. Give me Michael Nasry,
and I will give you Andrew Hall.

He'll kill me.

He wants me at the exchange.

He's gonna kill both of us.

- Devon?
- Yeah.

What would Larry Holmes say
about this delicious MRE meal?

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

"Hi. My name is Larry Holmes..."

"for MRE packets."

MRE packets is,
uh, self-contained.

It's, uh, individual...

Indivisible. Indivis...
That's a hard word to say.

It's an individual food.
It's delicious.

"And it's made in the USA."

- "And damn, that shit tastes good."
- Tastes good!

Hey, eyes on. Eyes on.

Sergeant?

You did well last night, boys.

The hostage you
sprung is doing fine.

We're not going home just yet.

- JSOC just spun up a new op.
- What is it?

The Prince wants to trade Andrew Hall
for a high-value Jihadist prisoner.

You're the escort team.

Bring him out.

This chick.

- What the...
- You son of a bitch.

- You son of a bitch! I'm gonna...
- Hey! Stop!

- That bitch...
- Hey, hey.

- Hey!
- Guard!

Hey. Hey.

I know you wanna put this guy in the
dirt, but we're here to do the exchange.

That's it.

- Are you behind this?
- The President's behind this.

He personally
ordered the mission.

Great. Why us, huh? Huh?

You're the closest team.
Simple as that.

You told us this piece
of shit was dead.

I told you he was taken care of.

The exchange is up north
in the Pankisi Gorge,

close to Chechnya,

which, just to show you how this
thing smells, is part of Russia.

So we keep a light footprint,
low visibility, civilian clothes.

We'll infil six of you.

We'll plus you up with
Jaworski in a host nation bird

with a small detail of
Georgian Special Forces.

Now the Georgians are nervous
about a lot of birds in the sky

close to Russia,
so our QRF remains here on station.

Still not good enough, boys.

That's the way the game is
rigged, Ortiz.

Once a president gets
involved, SOP gets shit-canned.

Who picked the exchange point?

The Prince.

His sandbox, his rules.
Right, Gina?

Look, I don't like this
any more than you do.

Okay, okay.

Look, I'm gonna need
some time with my team.

Okay?

- No, Bear.
- This is bullshit.

- Bear...
- Man, we put this guy away.

We lose Buck and Rip in the process,
and now we gotta let this guy loose.

Whose side are we on?

Shit, when you figure that
out, let me know.

We might be walking
straight into a trap.

You know what? Maybe Nasry
doesn't make it to the exchange.

You could've warned us.

This all came down fast.
We're all scrambling.

I didn't kill Taggart.

I could've, many times,

but I did not.

You're a piece of shit on my boot.
That's all you are.

The confession Rip did...

You ever talk to him about it?

Because he believed every word.

Well, then you believe
this: One misstep,

then I can put a bullet
through your fucking head.

The Prince, a Navy SEAL...

What's it matter who shoots me?

The Prince is smart.

He won't kill you,
not right away.

He'll make you tell
him what you told us.

He already knows.

You should've let Vlad kill me.

You're damn convincing.

Convince him to keep you
alive, to run you back into us.

- And be your spy?
- It's your only option.

You want me dead.

No.

I want The Prince.

Last thing you'll see
before you die is my face.

- Buddha!
- They call you "Buddha"?

Not for you.

Reaper One One,
this is Foxtrot Delta One.

We are over the exchange point.
Do you see anything? Over.

Foxtrot Delta One. Negative.

No visible movement
at this time.

Okay, drop us 150 meters
north of the infil point.

We'll proceed to
the handoff on foot.

Reaper on standby.
Exchange point looks clear.

Okay, bring 'em out.

Okay, Jaws, stay with Nasry.

Trevor, take us out.

All right, Trevor. Hold up.

We're here.
This is the exchange point.

Reaper One One,
this is Delta One.

What's the sitrep
on our position?

Delta One, we still have no
activity at this time. Over.

Bear, this doesn't feel right.
Maybe we should bail.

Delta One,
this is Reaper One One.

You have one unknown approaching out
of the treeline from the northwest,

approximately 100 yards
from your position.

Chase, go check it out.

Bear, I got eyes on.

Put your hands up.
Put your hands up.

Hands up.

Keep 'em up.

Just wood.

Somebody gonna get that?

Easy. Easy.

Hello, Gina.
How is my favorite spook?

It's been a long time, John.
Where's Hall?

I'll put him on.

Please, God, help me.
They're going to kill...

And my end of the deal?

The exchange, John.
We're here. Where are you?

Put Michael on,
or there won't be an exchange.

He wants Michael.

Bring him over.

My Prince.

You gave them the grave site,
Michael, where my family lies.

No. No, I, I didn't.
I didn't give them that information. I...

Put the CIA bitch back on.

What?

The exchange has been
moved 75 kilometers north.

Northeast of the
village of Chero.

I'm to call him tomorrow at
0900 to get the exact spot.

Chero's on the Chechen border.

What are they doing?

Delta One,
this is Haven One, actual.

The Georgians are pulling air support.
Standby.

The Prince.

He's laying a trap.

It's starting.

- Ooh.
- Looks like a party.

Nope. Not today.

To Dawn, and absent companions.

Who's Dawn?

Mmm. You're a shooter.

I can smell you hounds
from a million miles.

Were you at the bin Laden raid?
Like, I can't even imagine.

Yeah, I got his head
tucked in my freezer.

- He's funny.
- Sorry, ladies.

We need a minute.

Mm-hmm.

- Hmm.
- Lena.

What a surprise.

Is that the art teacher?

Were those the ones you and
Joe picked up the other night?

Small town, Alex.
News travels fast.

Relax, I told him we
could date other people.

You were doing me a favor.

You're welcome.

We're all on our own paths.
That's what you always say, right?

That's what I always say.

Gotta be hard not being
out there with the guys.

- Any advice?
- Mm.

Any advice for me?

Lena, it's our job to kill people,
up close, before they kill us.

We have to lock that stuff away.

We're afraid that if we let you
in, you won't like what you see.

Bear... that's what he was
doing by keeping you out.

So here we are.

I hope your wrist heals
up, Alex.

Haven One,
this is Foxtrot Delta One.

Please be advised the exchange
has been moved northeast

to the village of Chero.

Uh, recommend an immediate exfil.
I want my men out of here.

Foxtrot Delta One,
this is Haven One, actual.

I'm trying to smooth out this goat-rope.
Standby, over.

Roger that.

Delta One, Haven One, actual.

The National Command Authority
is ordering you to proceed.

We have eyes on a possible
transport two klicks away.

Grid to follow.
Next comm window in four hours.

Haven One, out.

That's our transpo.

Okay, Graves, you're with me.

Everyone else,
keep your weapons out of sight.

You know, nothing says
how you have to look...

just that you're alive.

I mean,
you could take a bad fall.

Maybe accidentally get
your balls chopped off.

You can't win this war.

We already are, shitbag.

Driving ISIL out of Iraq.

Killing all your rapist and
murdering cousins everywhere.

Yemen, Afghanistan.

All you believe in is fear.

All you know how to do is kill.

America has no ideas anymore,

only bullets.

And what kind of idea is it...

that you marry schoolgirls
to your Jihadist buddies?

Ten-year-old girls
that you kidnapped.

I saved those girls from Boko
Haram, Buddha.

You must have a daughter.

Who's gonna save her from
the horrors of America?

Hmm? The hatred, the mistrust,
the promiscuous sex, the drugs.

Hey!

That's what makes America great.

Hey, you wanna...
you wanna tell me what's going on here?

All right, here we go, bro.

Dennis Hopper and Peter Fonda
on their choppers to Taos.

- No.
- What do you mean?

All right, you wanna go,
uh, Thelma and Louise?

Green T-Bird convertible?

Dude, you gotta pick
different movies, man.

- Why is that?
- They all die in the end.

Oh, yeah, that is true.

All right,
we can go Turner and Hooch.

Obviously,
you'd have to be Hooch.

This is some Fort Apache shit.

Yep. Indian Country.

All 'cause some dude was
forced to wear a dress

and told by his mom he
should've been a girl.

The hell you talking about now?

I'm talking about Truman, man.
Harry Truman.

FDR dropped dead, and we were
left with Harry fuckin' Truman.

Haberdasher rolls
into the White House

with a serious inferiority
complex, 'cause his dad's

calling him a Nancy,
and his mom's putting him in dress,

telling him he
should've been a girl.

- Hits it home, huh, Trev?
- Hey, settle down, Sleeper.

Shouldn't you be
praying right now?

Anyway, he gets to the White House,
gets his hand on the nuclear codes,

starts dropping 'em
like some macho madman.

Stalin's sitting over in Russia,
not about to let that go down.

So what's he do?

He builds a nuclear
arsenal of his own.

Boom, instant arms race,

which means these guys
here in their funny hats

and us driving a renovated short
bus to the highway to hell.

You got it all figured
out, don't you?

Check it out, two o'clock.

What'd I tell you?
Indian Country. Bear?

Uh, Reaper One One,
this is Foxtrot Delta One.

You got eyes on that motorcycle?

Foxtrot Delta One,
he appears alone at this time.

The Georgians are pulling
their own coverage.

Proceed as planned.

Uh, Reaper One One, roger that.

- We lost drone coverage.
- Great.

No Georgian QRF. No drones.

Bear, we're blowing
by our abort criteria.

- We still have satellites overhead.
- Was I talking to you?

- Was I talking to you?
- Stop the bus.

Don't stop the bus.
Keep driving.

Stop the bus, man.
Stop the bus, man.

We are walking into a trap.

You know this. I know this.
Damn Nasry knows it.

- What the hell are we doing?
- We're doing our jobs.

Okay? That's what
we're doing right now.

We're doing our
jobs, so sit down.

Buddha's right.

Call me that again,
and I end you.

You're not SEALs.

You're lobsters getting
boiled one degree at a time

until it's too late to crawl
out of The Prince's pot.

Ask her.

This is personal.

Get him off the bus.

Don't move.

You're the hired help.

Or do they sometimes ask the
black dude or the Mexican?

Shut up.

Look, he's right.
It is personal, okay?

Just like it is for you.

Now we could shoot him,
but he's just the errand boy.

The real man responsible for
Taggart's death is The Prince.

And if we want payback,
we gotta get him.

But I need your help.

All of you.

Bring him in.

You know what your problem is?

You might wanna get in line.

Summit fever.
Summit fever is when...

Yeah,
I know what summit fever is.

When you get close to the top
and then the weather rolls in.

The real weather.

Hardest thing to
do is walk away.

We should walk away.

Trust me, Ricky.
I won't lead you astray.

Nasry.

He's bait... right?

So I guess the question is...
for whose trap?

Yours or The Prince's?

When this exchange
thing is over,

I really hope you're thinking of
dropping a JDAM on both of them.

The Prince is smart.

He won't meet Michael
unless he knows it's clear.

Michael? What,
you're like buddy-buddy now with him?

You can't run him as
an agent in Chechnya.

You couldn't run The Prince
15 years ago in Bosnia.

Don't you ever learn?

What happens when you throw
a fish back in the ocean?

It swims away.

I need to know you
can handle Ortiz.

He's fine.

Look, we've been buddies
a long time, okay?

He's always gonna do his job.

You can't command
buddies, Graves.

You wanna lead?
You can't be friends with any of them.

Hey, Bear?

We got a situation up here.

Everybody, up.
Fish, have a look at the back.

Cut off.

- They're gangsters.
- Keep a low profile.

All they want is money, okay?
I'll handle this.

Stay in here.

Fish, you just keep an eye on
Nasry, okay?

Hmm?

Come out!

Go, get back inside.
Get behind me.

All right, guys.
Let's go. We're up.

Get your guys back
inside their cars.

You have them drive away.

Keep your eyes on me.
Put that gun away.

Get your guys back
inside their car.

You have their drivers
drive away back down there.

Get your guys back inside there.
Now put that weapon away.

Get your guys back inside there, okay?
Shut your boy up.

Down!

We all good?

Good here.

Where's Nasry?

Christ.

Shit.

Reload.

You know, you should check out
the Wounded Warrior Project.

They helped Rachel's
dad after he was shot,

with his benefits,
finally get out of the house.

Hey, don't baby it.
You gotta push it harder.

They went on this
bitchin' bike ride

called the Soldier Ride
for, like, three days.

Rachel said he was a
new man afterwards.

I'm not wounded, not like that.

I'll look into it.
Bike ride sounds fun.

So, um, what happened
with the Dawn chick?

You wanna try?

Projectiles into tissue and bone
is, uh, not my thing.

Oh, give me a break.
It's a target.

Come on. Give it a shot.

All right? All right.

Now the beauty of this...

is that you don't aim.

You just look, both eyes open,

at where you want it to go.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Then take the gun.
Grip it like this, with both hands.

Try that.

There you go. Thumb up there.

There you go. Keep it down.

All right. Now...

Feet spread.

Face the target.

Now, relax...

Pull the trigger gently.

Wow.

Oh!

So, uh, we're having a
daddy/daughter moment, huh?

I guess we are.

Santana's gone. Cline's phone is
our only line of communication.

What the hell were you thinking?

Ooh, I wouldn't answer
that, Sleeper.

- I was covering your ass.
- You lost him, you find him.

If he's smart, he'll cut east,
keep the burning barrels between us.

Oh, he's smart.

I got him,
100 meters to the northeast.

All right,
this guy is our responsibility.

- He stays alive.
- Copy.

Fish, go.

As far as Nasry's concerned,

orders or not, accidents happen.

Amen, brother.

Fish, what you got?

Still there,
20 meters behind that tree.

Roger that.

Shit.

Scan again.

More horses.

All right, let's split up.

Chase, Trevor with me.
We'll head east.

Fish, you head back toward
the barrels with Buddha.

Roger. Shit.

I got nothing.

Cut back below the bus.
I'll head to the field.

Roger.

Stop right there!

You shouldn't have run,
but I'm glad you did.

Beg.

Like my brother?

Never.

Go ahead. Get your payback.

It won't matter.

You, your family,

all of you are dead already.

What you say, puto?

Huh? You threaten my family?

- Motherfucker!
- Ricky.

Hey!

Hey.

He just threatened
all of our families.

Cuff him.

Tell 'em.

Tell them what you just told me.

If I die, a trigger gets pulled on
all of you, the same as Taggart.

Take me back.

I'll make a call,
take your families off the list.

Bullshit, Nasry.

You pulled your one trigger, Taggart.
Your personal payback.

There is no one else.

Bullshit!
You never caught his shooter!

My people don't need orders!

They're still in place,
stalking your families!

I can stop them,
but only if you don't exchange me.

He's an on-the-record
serial fabricator.

He'd say anything to
save his own skin.

We're supposed to take
your word for that?

Graves, we need birds here.

We need to get the
hell out of Dodge now.

It's been weeks
since Rip was shot.

There's been no blip in the
metadata that suggests...

- Yeah. Take a gamble with your families.
- Shut up! Shut up!

There's been no calls in
or out of Virginia Beach

since you guys killed Dragan.

Anything else that could've
happened, would've happened.

It's our families
on the line here.

You don't believe me?

Call JSOC.
They'll tell you the same thing.

Tell your people to call it
off, you son of a bitch.

Call it off!

Call it off!

Call it off.

All right.

Call it off, and I'll take
you down the hill myself.

Take me down there first.

Bullshit.

He's bluffing.

Hey.

Let's move out.
The handoff is in three hours.

Your family is safe, Ortiz.

Let's just get this done.

Why do we have to
have fish for dinner?

It's fish Friday.

Ugh, I hate fish Friday.

Why can't we have hamburgers?

What did a fish do to you?

It just tastes bad.

- Anabel?
- Yeah?

Did you see that car in the carpool lane?
The blue one?

No. Why?

Mom?

Mom. Mom?

Mom. Jesus.

Mom. Mom.

Mom!

Why do you have a gun, Mom?

Jesus, Mom.

Dad?

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Stop.

Stop.

Okay. We're close.

We walk from here.

All right, get Nasry.

Let's move out.

This is it.

We're here.

How many klicks?

Village is five
kilometers up that valley.

The exchange is there.
At noon, six hours.

Hey, Bear,
the village must be Khishnet.

It's in Chechnya.

The Prince wants us
to walk into Russia.

Didn't you learn anything
from Bosnia, lady?

Do you know what happens if we
get shot there? If we get caught?

World War III shit.

Russia's using us as an
excuse to invade Georgia.

FSB pulled the same fake
invasion shit in the Ukraine.

We got limited comms,
we got no drones, we got no QRF.

There is no way that I am taking
my team across that border.

No way.

We're here at the border.

The Prince wants to
exchange inside Chechnya.

The SEALs refuse to cross.

Okay. Yes, sir.

Senior Chief for you.

Uh, this is Senior
Chief Joseph Graves.

Who is this?

Uh, uh, yes, sir.
We're at the border.

Yeah, well, with all due respect, sir,
this is a goddamn suicide mission.

Yes, sir.

- What'd he say?
- He said get it done.

We don't have to do it, boys.

Risk our lives, for what?
For Andrew Hall?

- For this piece of shit?
- Ricky, Ricky, I...

- Look, I hear you.
- We don't have to do it, Bear.

I hear you, Ricky,
but the Joint Chiefs of Staff

- just ordered us across that border.
- So what, Bear?

I'd rather spend ten years in
a brig than die out here, man.

- Maybe we should wait, Bear.
- Wait for what?

Pieces of Andrew Hall
posted on YouTube?

Look, this is what we do.

We take risks and
we follow orders.

We gotta go. Now.

Rip wouldn't go.

He would put a bullet in Nasry's head
and take us home back to our families.

I'm not Rip.

I'm not Rip.

Might as well see
what happens next.

I need something, Gina,

some piece of information to give
to The Prince to keep myself alive.

Something real that hurts your
side that proves my worth.