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November.
-Mike, it's Garrett.

The director just got an earful
from the White House.

Apparently, you've got guys
harassing the Venezuelan president.

Reyes is pissed,
and he's threatening to cut ties.

What the hell's going on down there?

I'm not aware
of anything out of my station

that would be on President Reyes's radar.

Well, I'm guessing you were aware

that a legislative aide
was playing Rambo in the jungle

on the same op where one of our men
is now missing in action.

Yeah. I read the after action report.

I've already made arrangements
to deal with it.

That's nice.
Embassy know you're sleeping here?

That's one of the perks
of almost being murdered

in a foreign country.

- Jesus, God.
- What do you got?

These are the photos I took
in the first container at the camp.

This is a German-made drilling rig
with a triple rotating cutter head.

It retails for about $3.2 million.

They're not smuggling weapons
into the jungle.

They're bringing in mining equipment.

-It's not illegal to mine in your own country.
-Well, that is true,

but why are they hiring
arms traffickers to protect it?

What do you mean?

Remember our South African friend
in the jungle?

-Part of him.
-Exactly.

Well, I took that little memento,
had Langley run a DNA and print analysis.

His name is Just Van Der Byl.

And check this out.
According to FBI CODIS,

he's got an Interpol Red Notice.

And he's on the Treasury Department's

SDN list for arms trafficking.
You recognize this?

It looks like
the same logo we saw in the camp.

"Eprius"? What is it?

Eprius is a private military company
based in London.

They provide military muscle for hot spots
all around the world.

Eprius is providing security at this camp.

Okay, what does all this
have to do with Moreno?

These are the pictures
I took in the second container.

Now in these crates
is ammonium nitrate fuel oil.

It's a common explosive used for mining.

And this...

is a forensic analysis
of the daisy chain IED

that killed Jimmy.

Ammonium nitrate fuel oil.

I connected Eprius to Jimmy's murder.

All I need to do now
is connect Reyes to Eprius.

Yeah. How do you intend to do that?

Oh, I got to go to London.

Jim, will you give us a minute?

All right, I'll get right to the point.

I know what happened
when you went upriver.

You were told to fall back,
and you didn't.

You went, on your own,
and you opened another container.

And because I did,
we now have his fingerprints

connecting to this explosion.

And a missing man in the jungle.

One has nothing to do with the other.
You know that.

I get why
you like being an analyst.

It works for you.
You have all your puzzle pieces,

you put them together,
and you write your report,

and you don't need anyone else
to do any of it.

The hell is that?

I'm sending you back to D.C.

Mike... Take a look.

-I'm close.
-That is the problem.

Okay? You're too close.
You're too close to all this shit.

You've done some great work.
You let us take it from here.

Please don't do this.

Your flight leaves this afternoon.

You know, you keep going at it alone,
that's how you're going to end up.

Alone.

Where the fuck is he going?

Well, based on our position,

it looks like he's about
12 to 13 klicks northwest. So...

If we double-time it, we should be able
to get to him by sundown.

Easy...

Put it down.

I won't hurt you.

Hey!

Want some?

May I?

Go ahead.

Has Nicolas said anything
about the Americans?

Nicolas knows better
than to discuss politics at home.

I know.
It's just that...

He told Miguel they are bugging our house.

Seriously?

Mmm-hmm.

He hasn't mentioned it to me.

Maybe it's just his little pitbull
being paranoid.

Bastos?

I hope so.

Even if they bugged the house,
what would they hear?

You're right.
Just Maria's dreadful reggaeton music.

Or my trashy telenovelas.

No!

How dare you call Amer Secreto trash!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I need to take this.

Jack?

Senator... Thank you
for taking my call. Um...

Anytime. What can I do for you?

Well, I remember you had said
if I ever needed help,

to reach out, so...

Well, as it turns out,

the station chief here in Caracas
is sending me back.

Against your wishes, I gather.

Uh, that's right, sir.

I was wondering if you could get
travel to London approved through SSCI?

London? What for?

Well, there's... There's just something
I need to check out, uh...

It's about Jimmy.

Yeah. Sure. Uh...

I'll get my office to look right into it.

-Thank you, sir.
-Stay in touch.

Absolutely. Will do.

What you doing?

Trying to figure out what mining has to do
with satellites in the South China Sea.

-Any luck?
-Some progress.

Mmm. The mind of Jack Ryan.

A nice place to visit,
but you wouldn't want to live there.

No shit.

So, uh... What do you know about this guy?

Sergio Bonalde?

He was the last
Minister of Interior and Justice

before Reyes vacated the position. Why?

So any mining operation in Venezuela
has to go through his office, right?

Yeah, sounds about right.

Maybe I should talk to him.

You can't.

He went missing about a year ago.

-Anybody know what happened?
-Yeah.

He was an outspoken critic of Reyes.

Which is a recipe for
bad shit happening to you.

You should talk to his wife, though.

Gloria Bonalde.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, he's a sick son of a bitch.

I'm not hungry.

So you had fun playing with your friends today?

-Sí'.
-That makes me happy.

-Let's go to sleep now.
-Sí'.

Sleep well.

I love you, darling.

Sweet dreams, okay?

Good night, Mama.

Good night,
my beautiful girl.

What is it, Mama?

Huh?

What's wrong?

Nothing, my love.

Nothing.

Sleep well.

Wait here.

I'll handle it.

Move aside.

Is there a problem, Officer?

I told you to move!

Rodrigo...

It's okay. Let them in.

Hey! No, no, no.

My children are asleep.

Señorita Bonalde.

I'm sorry for showing up unannounced.

Good evening, Mr. President.

I believe you know General Ubarri.

Good evening.

Good evening, General.

Come this way.

You have a spectacular home.

Thank you very much.

Sergio was a great man.

Such a shame what happened.

It's commendable
how you keep his memory alive...

running with his name.

Your time must be very valuable,
Mr. President.

This next term will be my last.

Politics is a young man's game.

With that in mind,
I'd like to make you an offer.

For six years, just like Sergio,
you'll be Minister of Interior and Justice.

During that time, I will groom you...

to be my successor.

Governing takes strength.
Strength comes from experience.

You will have my full support
in the next election, Gloria.

I am honored by your offer,
Mr. President.

Thank you very much.

But I need to think about it
before I can give you an answer.

Don't think about it too long.

These early polls
skew young and liberal.

But they actually
don't reflect the rural areas.

You may be overestimating
your popularity.

The mere fact that you're here tonight
suggests the opposite.

Welcome to London, Mr. Ryan.
Have a nice day.

Thank you.

How long were you
in Venezuela, Ms. Stebbins?

Nine days.

Please remove your sunglasses.

Welcome home.

Thank you.

There you are, Mr. Ryan.

Just give us a call
if you need anything at all.

Thank you.

I took our last conversation
very seriously.

You need to leave right now.

Max is here.

Why should I trust a thing you say?

'Cause I'm the one
who's gonna save your life.

Why did you come to London?

To follow the money.

I just have to prove that Reyes hired Max.

Have you heard of a company called Eprius?

No.

It's a PMC based in London.

Right now, they were hired
to protect a mining site

in Venezuela owned by Reyes.

Well, the same explosives they use to mine

are the explosives Max used
to kill Moreno.

What does the London office say?

I don't know, I haven't asked them yet.

Why not?

Ah.

You're not here with the CIA.

No. I'm here on vacation.

Well, if we can't get any
information from the CIA,

we'll just have to ask MI5.

Harry, excuse my shock.

Thought you'd been killed in Tripoli.

Well, apparently not.

Jeremy, Jack. Jack, Jeremy.

-Hey.
-How are you?

So, uh, what's your interest in Eprius?

Well, we think they're involved
in the murder of a us. senator.

That thing in Venezuela?

Doesn't surprise me.

MI5 has an open dossier on Eprius.

For what?

Oh, where do you start?

Smuggling arms over international borders,

illegally training local militia,

forcibly removing natives from their land.

That's just the top tracks.
There's plenty of other stuff.

Well, we need to get
to their CEO, Rupert Thorne.

Can you help us with that?

Depends.

On what?

What's that?

It's a name.

German citizen living in Edgware.

We need all the information
you have on her. Everything.

Without an official inter agency request?

That's very illegal, Jeremy.

Well, so is freezing the bank account
of a private corporation

without a proper court order.

Fair enough.

No trouble at all.

Your family's safety
is the most important thing right now.

And it would be nice to have
you all staying at my place.

I promise we won't overstay our welcome.

Señora Bonalde.

I'm Jim Greer from the us. State Department.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Greer.

I appreciate you coming up here,

but I'm not sure why
you would want to meet me when

I'm not yet a representative
of this country.

I think we might be able
to help each other out.

Your country has
a history of "helping out"

in elections in Latin America.

I'm not here about the election.

I'm here about your husband, Sergio.

I just want to ask a few questions.

Sure.

Please.

Why are you suddenly
interested in my husband?

He's been missing over a year.

I hear he wasn't a fan
of President Reyes, either.

Sergio was a man of great honesty.

That's a dangerous trait for a politician.

He wasn't a politician.

He was a government servant.

Mmm-hmm.

Did he ever mention
anything about mining projects

in the jungle in Puerto Maripaña?

Señora?

I don't blame you for being cautious.

But I think we might have
common interests here.

He mentioned going there.

Mmm-hmm.

But he went many places for his work.

Why do you ask?

I believe Sergio's disappearance
is directly connected

to the assassination here in Caracas
of the us. senator.

And that Reyes may be behind both things.

What's the connection?

That's why I'm sitting here with you.

And I've got the resources
of the United States government

to help me find out.

I haven't touched anything in here
since Sergio disappeared.

I should probably clean it out,

but I'm afraid if I do,
he won't come back.

It's silly, I know.

Not at all.

This is what Sergio was working on
when he went missing.

What is it?

When you figure that out,

maybe we'll know
what happened to my husband.

By what rights did you freeze our accounts?

-I think we'll ask the questions first, Mr. Thorne.
-Oh, do you?

Uh...

You hear that?

That is an entire office

of barristers calculating
how many billable hours

they will be able to collect when we sue

- the fucking arse off you.
- Fine.

Lawyers can talk.
That is if you even can

sue the government for this.
Can he?

I'm not sure. I mean, you know, they'll...

They'll sort it out in one,

- maybe two years.
- Mmm. And while you wait,

I'm sure all the really nice people
you work with

will totally understand
your inability to pay.

Oh, bloody hell, what the fuck?
All right, sit down.

So, I'll tell you what you want to know,

but then you need to unfreeze
the account and fuck off.

Ag reed?

Ask your questions.

Was it President Reyes
who hired Eprius to guard

his mining operation in Venezuela?

Do we look like Guerrilla-Wars—R-Us?

We don't do politics.

We just work with money people.

So, who then?

A company called Vogler Industries,

they're based in Stockholm.
They have mining operations

in Malaysia, Chad, Nigeria
and now Venezuela.

You know 'em?

Was that it?

- Oh, that was easy.
- Stop.

Do you recognize this man?

His name is Max Schenkel.

Yes, he's...

Someone that we've
worked with in the past.

But not by that name.

Explain "worked with."

Just to be perfectly clear,
we do not do the work.

We do not ask what the work is.
In a case like that,

we make an introduction.
But no more.

We collect a fee
for putting two parties together.

So who did you put together with Max?

A company in Venezuela
called CincoPalmas.

It's a shell company.

Well, that's the idea, isn't it?

To create maximum distance
between yourself

and whatever it is you want done.

When was the last time you saw Max?

Everything was done through
an encrypted e-mail account.

I was simply a middleman.

We're good
in Caracas, Maracaibo and Valencia.

The demographic is young, educated,
and social media savvy.

We need to focus on the rural areas.

Mama'!

In here, my love!

So, where shall we begin?

We just need a good rollout.

What's wrong, my love?
Are you okay?

Are you hurt?

Where did you get this?

From a man on the stairs.

He said it was for you.

-Where is he?
-Who?

Where is he?

Where are you?

Show your face!

Here you go.

Paul, would you mind keeping it down?

-Sorry.
-Than ks.

I just have an early morning.

Sorry to interrupt.

-My sister.

Sorry.

It's wonderful to meet you.

Hello, Mr. Greer.

Please come with me.

- Señora Bonalde?
- Ah.

Señor Greer is here.

Gracias, Valentina.

- I'm sorry for calling so early.
- Oh, it's okay.

I'm an early riser.

Old Navy habit.

What can I do for you?

President Reyes
came to see me the other night.

At my home.

Hmm, what did he want?

He offered me a job.

I'm guessing the job was contingent upon
you dropping out of the race.

He's not a patient man.

Someone in my security team
told him where I was.

This is my family.

I'm sorry, Señora Bonalde,

but I'm not sure
what you're asking me to do.

-You offered to help?
-Mmm-hmm.

I need someone to help protect my family.

Señor Presidente.

Mateo Bastos has just arrived.

Señor Presidente.

Gracias, señor.

Edgar Andres Reyes.

He would have been 18 today.

Heading off to college.

A grown man.

He'd just turned 6 when we lost him.

Even after all these years...

I think about it every day.

Mateo...

Something important must be done.

A special assignment.

Anything, Mr. President.

Hector!

Bring it in!

What's this?

It links up to a satellite.

The satellite is equipped with technology
that allows us to see through the jungle canopy.

This is a very important mission, Mateo.

There are American troops on our soil.

This is how you'll find them.

No, no, no, no, no, no! Motherfucker!

Yes, sir.

What do you want me to do
when I find them?

Bury them in the jungle.

Please don't hurt me.

Where did you get this stuff?

The man you stole this from, where is he?

Hey!

The man you stole this from...

Where is he?

I don't know.

You sure?

Yes!

Goddamn it.

What is it, Jack?

Have you ever heard of Flash Lidar?

I'm just gonna assume that was rhetorical.

It's a form of
satellite imaging technology.

What they do is they use
millions of points of light

to penetrate solid surfaces
and create a topographical map

of what's below.

-Sh it.
-Listen to this.

Remember the company
I told you about, Vogler?

They've invested hundreds of millions
of dollars in research and patents.

My satellite. South China Sea.

I think they're using it
to see where to dig.

All right, listen, do me a favor, okay?

Find Monica Herrera.
She's a lawyer in Caracas.

-She's the go-between.
-Okay, got it.

When I get something,
I'll give you a call.

You at headquarters?

-No, I'm in London.
-London?

-I'll call you back.
-Ryan!

Target spotted entering Leicester Square.

Surveillance and sharpshooters
into position.

We 're getting into position now, Mother.

Copy that, we have visuals.

Ms AGENT 2:
Target is 200 meters away.

Southwest edge of plaza.
Leather jacket. Baseball cap.

-Where is he? Where, where, where?
-We need you in close.

We got him, we got him.

Ms AGENT 3:
Visual confirmed. Visual confirmed.

50 meters away.

Stand by, all teams.

He's headed your way, Mother.

Okay, here we go. All teams, ready?

He just walked in.

And go, go!

On the fucking ground now!

London Police. Please stay in your seats.

Hold him.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
He made me do it. He's got my sister.

Find out where the fuck
those shots came from!

Brick building!

Watch it!

Hey, mate, what the hell?

Everybody down. Get down!