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[♪♪♪]

[WOMAN VOCALIZING]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

[GUNSHOT]

[SCREAMING]

[POLICE SIREN
BLARING IN DISTANCE]

[ZIPPO LIGHTER OPENING, LIGHTING
AND CLOSING REPEATEDLY]

[♪♪♪]

RECORDED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
If you'd like to make a call,
please hang up and--

[GUNSHOT]

[CROW CAWS, THUNDER RUMBLING]

Aim. Fire.

[GUNSHOTS]

Aim. Fire.

[GUNSHOTS]

[♪♪♪]

How do you go from the top
of your game to suicide?

He was the last Marine

I thought
would eat his own gun.

Doesn't make
any sense to me.

It's a tough job,
what we do.

For some,
more exacting.

Worthington was
a legend, though.

If it happened to him,

what's next for me?

You know
you can't have

any emotion
to do this job.

You're just
part of the weapon.

But I pull the trigger.

Orders
pull the trigger.

Whatever you want,

the answer's no.

You haven't
even heard the ask.

BRANDON:
Worthington had
68 confirmed kills.

I'm at 63.
That's close enough.

RICHARD:
I knew Tommy too.

It hurts like hell,
what happened to him.

I'm starting to think

that I have more days
behind me than ahead of me.

The days behind us determine
the days ahead.

What does that even mean?
I have no idea,

but it was said with
certainty and conviction.

[SIGHS]

Come on, Brandon,
you'll get over it.

You always do.
Look, I can't do it.

My head's not in it.

That's not
what your fitness test

and psych evaluation says.

[SIGHS]

Come on, we need you
down there.

Down where?

Bogotá, Colombia.

Ever heard of the Joint Task
Force, Southern Command?

JTF.

Multi-service operation,

run by the DOD,
tasked with counter-drug

and anti-terrorist ops
in the Southern Hemisphere.

Correctomundo,
Master Sergeant.

They also
coordinate support

between federal agencies:
the DEA, DHS--

CIA.
Yeah.

Langley does have
its fingerprints

on everything.

You might also know
who's head of operations.

You mean, Master Gunnery
Sergeant Thomas Beckett?

Yeah, heard
he's at JTF now.

You get to work
with your father,

and Bogotá's lovely
this time of year.

How's your Spanish?

Shitty.
Perfect. You're hired.

I said, no.
I know, I heard you.

There's a car parked
right over there.

There's a jet waiting
for that car.

You don't wanna miss
this one.

Smile. You're going
to Colombia.

Bring me back a bag of coffee
and a beauty queen.

[♪♪♪]

WALSH:
So first time here?

[UNDER BREATH]
Yup.

Closest I've been
is San Padre Island.

Spring break, right?

Something like that.

[MAN SPEAKS SPANISH]

I'm just saying,
it's a long way

from San Padre Island.

So Marine Scout Sniper
Beckett...

Sixty-three
confirmed kills.

Just promoted
to Master Sergeant.

That's pretty impressive.

So you like that shit?

Dragging through the mud,

laying in the weeds, heh,
shooting bad guys from--

What is that,
like, a mile away?

Well, that's not
how we do it in the DEA.

So what happened
to your face?

That from a drug bust?

Oh, uh...

I don't know, I--

I got myself a girlfriend
down here, and,

you know,
she's crazy jealous,

and, well, she took
a swipe, and...

It was my fault, really.

[♪♪♪]

Santiago Calderón.

I've been assigned to you.

Assigned?
Yes. You're going

to need a spotter.

How much time
you got on glass?

Enough.
Hey, Long Shot, this way.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

This is
Captain Hector Garza,

he's our liaison,
local team leader.

He runs the Colombian
drug-trafficking task force.

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

Master Sergeant,
good to have you onboard.

Thank you, sir.

You met Walsh,
my number two.

He's got a mouth on him.
Don't take it personally.

And Santiago, best spotter
in Colombia.

Well, it's good to see you,
Master Sergeant.

Master guns.

Welcome
to South America.

I bet you thought
you'd never see me again.

Well, one never knows
with you.

Ah, I was
in Costa Rica fishing

for dorado,
and the phone rang, so--

And you actually answered it.
I did, yes.

HECTOR:
Enough said.

Shall we?
[THOMAS SPEAKING SPANISH]

Thank you.

This is the dorado
we'll be fishing for.

Jesús Morales.

THOMAS:
Colombian cartel chief.

His empire controls
60 percent of the routes

carrying drugs and contraband
across the U.S. border.

WALSH:
This guy's got his hooks
on everything from oil theft

to human trafficking,
weapons dealings, you know.

He specializes
in recruiting street kids

into his gang
he calls La Familia de Seis.

When was this picture taken?
2006.

Since then, he's been
completely off-grid.

Never sleeps in the same place
two nights in a row,

travels at night.

He has a network
that is untraceable.

So no one's seen him
in 10 years?

No one
in law enforcement.

And now he's back.

WALSH:
Over the last three months,

his competition has been
eliminated, one by one.

Bodies of his rivals
turned up everywhere.

THOMAS:
But his latest one's
on a different level.

Sniper hit. Ten days ago.

THOMAS:
Now, that was
Morales' worst rival.

Diego Paolo.

BRANDON:
He was painted in his bathtub?

[SCOFFS]
With his mistress watching.

No self-trained player
could've made that shot.

He's either military
or ex-military.

BRANDON:
You got the bullet?

HECTOR:
Local police didn't recover it.

.50 cal
from long distance.

Bullet did most of the damage
as it slowed down.

Did the round pass through
any walls?

Just the window.

Didn't even touch
the curtains.

Morales clearly
has himself a hired gun

who's helping him rise
to the top of the pile.

So what's my objective?

We have a line on Morales'
location, day after tomorrow.

Intel suggests
he will be at this farmhouse

15 kilometers
outside the city.

So you're asking us
to counter Morales's sniper?

It will be joint ops.
DEA will be on point,

backed up
by Captain Garza's task force.

Due respect,
sounds like a fancy way

of saying you want us
to babysit.

Let's say "overwatch,"
Master Sergeant.

HECTOR: You're late.
Yeah, the fuck I am.

You started early,
Captain.

I gotta tell you,
your macho Latino power trip

is starting
to piss me off.

Now, you should know better
than to start without me, Walsh.

This is my field operation,
and you say "yes" to me. Got it?

Yes, ma'am.
Don't play games with me.

I'll keep you all up way past
your bedtime. Now, am I late?

Because my watch says 1300.

What does
the clock on the wall say?

1300. You're right on time.
Exactly.

Now, what did I miss?

Master Sergeant Beckett
was being briefed on the op.

Say hello
to Kate Estrada, DEA.

WALSH:
Here on assignment out of
Washington for three years.

Speaks the language
and knows the world.

There has been a change.

Operation moved up a day.

We need
to move on Morales tomorrow.

Does that give you
enough time to prep?

BRANDON:
I need to do some recon.

Drone analysis,
topography checks.

Yeah, he's right.
Otherwise, we can't back you up.

Well, that's
what we've got.

This is our first
legitimate shot at him.

We're gonna put him behind bars
or in the ground, tomorrow.

Walk with me.

They say you're the best.
Is that true?

I do what's
asked of me, ma'am.

Stop with
the "ma'am" bullshit.

"Estrada" works.

Now, let me give you
some context.

I didn't want you here,
with your long guns

and your "yes, ma'am"
attitude.

But the geniuses
above my pay grade

wanted you
watching my back.

Evidently, Captain Garza's
Alpha Team isn't enough.

So let me ask you the same
question in a different way.

Are you enough?

That's why they sent me.

Do you have
any regional awareness?

No. This is my first mission
in South America.

ESTRADA:
This mission is
way north of high risk.

Did you raise your hand,
or did they point

to the map
and put you on a plane?

If I'm being honest,

I don't wanna come here
to do overwatch for the DEA.

But the guys above
my pay grade

thought you were worth
keeping this side of the ground.

Study up,
and get some rest.

Big day tomorrow.

[♪♪♪]

BRANDON:
This is some mean bush, huh?

SANTIAGO:
Copy that.

I hate these fucking rush jobs.

BRANDON:
That's war.

What does the sat feed say?

SANTIAGO:
It says there's
a lot of space,

and that we are looking
for a needle in a haystack.

You know, I was thinking
that this DEA chica

likes a lot your
strong-and-silent act.

Fuck off, Santiago.

[CHUCKLES]

Fucking off.

[♪♪♪]

Gear up. Gear up. Gear up.

This is Estrada.
We're on final site and ready.

Waiting
for satellite uplink.

We a go?

[GUNS COCKING]

ESTRADA:
Good to go, Captain.

Move for cover.

Wait for my signal.

BRANDON:
Target indicators.

SANTIAGO:
Couple of trucks.

Morales's Hummer.

And other than that,
nothing on glass.

BRANDON:
This is Mustang.

We're in position
on the southernmost ridgeline.

[ON SPEAKER]
We are standing by.

Ah, Samson.

Good of you
to make the party.

How we doing?

Well, with a little luck,
within a few minutes,

we should be bagging
one of the biggest targets

we've had in years.

Satellite imagery confirms

activity at the site last night.

I just got off
the phone with Langley.

They wanna know
if the intel's reliable.

It's all we have.
Just tell me. Is he there?

I don't know.
Maybe, maybe not.

You're putting agents
in harm's way

on a fifty-fifty shot?
This is the DEA's op.

Estrada drew a line
in the sand and said

she had to have
the green light to go.

It's too late to abort.

When you go to the party,
there's always risk.

[♪♪♪]

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

How far to the farmhouse?

SANTIAGO:
Five hundred and sixteen meters.

Wind:

one-half value.

Do the math.

Five degrees
descending.

No adjustments.

Hold scope.

SANTIAGO:
Holding on, and standing by.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

BRANDON [OVER COMM]:
This is Mustang, over.

ESTRADA:
This is Alpha Team.

Eyes in the sky, not seeing

anyone inside the farmhouse.

Over.
Roger that, Alpha Team.

We are in position
and holding scope.

We got a 300-degree view.

What about
the other 60 degrees?

That's the southernmost
ridgeline.

That's where
we're positioned.

We cleared as much as we could
coming in here.

Okay. Can we proceed?

BRANDON:
Lot of area for me to cover
and for him to hide in.

Proceed with extreme caution.

ESTRADA:
Copy that.

DEA has precedence.

Proceed with discretion,
Alpha Team.

Ingress in 200 meters.
Give me the final green.

Are they cleared hot?
Cleared hot.

Go to guns.
WOMAN: Go to guns.

SANTIAGO:
Alpha Team Two
approaching the house.

ESTRADA:
See anything?

Nothing on glass.

All clear.

Final green, Captain.
We're cleared hot.

Safeties off.

[HEAVY BREATHS]

[♪♪♪]

Slow and steady.

[DEEP BREATHING HEART BEATS]

[SOLDIERS YELLING IN SPANISH]

[♪♪♪]

BRANDON:
Talk to me, Estrada.

Agent Estrada,
what is your status?

ESTRADA:
Operation compromised.

Assessing casualties.

[GUNSHOT]

[GROANS]

Enemy sniper on site.

THOMAS:
Find him, Master Sergeant.

BRANDON:
Working on it, sir.

[MAN SHOUTS IN SPANISH]

Stay where you are, Estrada.

ESTRADA:
I got this, Mustang.

Just find the shooter.

SANTIAGO:
Got something on the scope.

Eleven o'clock.
Right at the tree line.

Distance?

Seven hundred
and twenty-three meters.

He's in the wind.

Let's move.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

BRANDON:
Mustang approaching the site.

SANTIAGO:
Come on, get up.
Come on, come on.

[HELICOPTER APPROACHING]

SANTIAGO [OVER COMM]:
This is Mustang to Dog's Den.

Captain Garza is...

K.I.A.

JOHN:
All right, let's play a game.

It's called, "Tell me what
the fuck happened out there."

And you are?

Special Agent John Samson,
Department of Homeland Security.

Morales was a no-show.
That's what happened out there.

It was a setup.

Morales had a mole
inside of the National Police?

I didn't say that.
The house was rigged to blow.

It was a National Police op.
What other explanation is there?

THOMAS:
Look, you people have
a management problem,

but I have
an operational problem.

This sniper is not just
an assassin. He's a pro.

He knows fieldcraft.

He knows what you're doing.

He knows
who all of us are.

How would you know that?
I mean, he fired two shots.

Two shots. Two hits.

And then he was gone.

He could have shot Garza

before Kate pulled him out.

But he waited.

For what?

Sniper had one target:

Estrada.

Garza just got in the way.
Lucky for you.

Exactly. He sent us a message:
"Get the fuck out of Dodge."

JOHN:
That's exactly
what you're gonna do.

You're gonna pull them out.
This is too dangerous.

Don't do it, sir.
I've been working this guy,

and this guy only,
for three years.

I just need
a little more time.

JOHN:
Let's just take a deep breath

and hit
the reset button, okay?

You're so far outside
of operational protocol,

you could all be
court-martialed.

We lost eight good men

and a high-ranking officer,
for chrissake.

ESTRADA:
Yes, we did.

Garza was a good friend
and a colleague.

And no one is gonna miss him
more than me.

But this was not reckless,
if that's where you're going.

We did the best we could

under the circumstances
and the intel we had.

Shit happens, is that
what you're telling me?

Shit didn't happen
today, sir.

Someone narc'd us out.
All right, come on.

Just give us
another 48 hours.

If we can't catch this guy's
scent, then we're gone.

All right.

I'm gonna give them 48 hours
to shake the trees.

Nothing falls out,

then they'll be on
the next plane to the States.

Get out of here.

Forty-eight hours.

Brandon.

Sir?

This sniper knows
exactly who you are.

So I want you to keep
your head on a swivel

and your eyes wide open.

You retired, master guns.

What brought you back?

Well, I mean, how many times
can you go fishing, right?

That's it?

I don't know.
I guess...

I probably wanted to quit
a dozen times,

but I just kept
re-upping.

I guess the Marine Corps
was my life.

It was my family.

How can you be a civilian puke

after all those years
in the crotch, right?

ESTRADA:
Master Sergeant.

We're moving out.

THOMAS:
She's a good one.

If a bit hard-headed
at times.

I like her, though.

I read her file.
It's quite impressive.

You watch her back too.

Roger that.

And, sir?

It's good
to have you onboard.

[♪♪♪]

No offense,
there's a thousand places

where a trained sniper
can hit this place from.

Relax, Master Sergeant.

This place
has been checked out.

Nobody knows
you're here, all right?

Set up on the rooftop
across the street,

start scanning
those favelas.

For now,

we just need to be
on the safe side.

That's a big
fucking haystack, bro.

Find the needle.
Yeah.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

[MOANING]

[GAGGING]

[DEEP GRUNTING]

[PHONE RINGING]

What do you want? I'm busy.

Can't it wait?

MAN [ON PHONE]:
You get another chance,
puto Diablo.

She's at the DEA safe house
inel barrio de Las Cruces.

The American sniper
is with her.

[CALL DISCONNECTS]

[♪♪♪]

[DOOR OPENS]

Thanks for backing me up
at the office.

Sure.

We were both unprepared

for what happened out there.

I've never lost a man
under my command.

If you stay
in this business long enough,

it won't be the last time.

How do you deal with it?

Everyone has their way.

What's your way?

[SIGHS]

Well, I tell myself I'm on
the right side of the fight.

I'm doing my best,
I'm saving lives

and I keep fighting.

And you have
to do the same.

The second shot,

the one that killed Garza,
something's wrong.

You're skeptical, huh?

I think
you're right to be.

By my estimate,

his shot wasn't just
improbable,

it was impossible.

Sniper's hide, it was downrange
of our position, right here.

We know because we made him.
We fired on him.

He fired his shot
from over 1800 yards.

Your position was here
when Garza was hit.

It's almost as if
his second shot

followed you around the tractor.

Look, I'm not interested
in the sniper.

I want Morales.
I know, Kate.

I know. You want Morales.

But it's that same kind
of narrow-minded focus

that just got
a lot of people killed.

[♪♪♪]

[SIGHS DEEPLY]

[♪♪♪]

[INAUDIBLE]

[ELEVATOR BUZZER SOUNDS]

How's it going up there?

SANTIAGO [ON WALKIE]:
Lots of hay. No needles.

Keep your eye on the glass.
Copy that.

[♪♪♪]

[MEN WOLF-WHISTLING]

♪ Ooh, yeah ♪

[LAUGHS]

[CHATTERING]

[WOMAN SINGING IN SPANISH
OVER SPEAKERS]

[BOTH SPEAK SPANISH]

[SLAPS BEHIND]

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

[IN ENGLISH]
Get off your hand, amigo.

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

[SLAPS BEHIND]

[IN ENGLISH]
I said, get your hands off me.

No Ingles, mi amiga.

[GRUNTS IN PAIN]

Hola,Kate.

Let's go.

My advice:

cut loose of this.

You cannot win.

I'm close, Father Carlos.

Yes, you are.

That's why he put eight
of your men in the morgue.

I will not
let this man survive.

I'm not walking away.

More people will die.

Can you live with that?

I can't live with myself

if I walk out on this job.

Okay. Okay.

SANTIAGO [ON WALKIE]:
I think I got
something up here.

On my way.

"El Diablo"

is what
they call the sniper.

He can lead you
to Morales.

But it's dangerous, mija.

Once El Diablo has
your name, you are dead.

Then help me

before he checks me off
his list.

I'll be in touch.

Trust nobody.

Yeah.
Okay.

[♪♪♪]

Talk to me, Santiago.

SANTIAGO [ON WALKIE]:
Twenty-two degrees
north-northwest.

Elevation 12.

Looks like
a range-finder laser.

BRANDON:
That's exactly what it is.

Good work, Santiago.

Distance: 1750 meters.

Bullet travel time:
1.6 seconds.

[GUNSHOT]

[GASPS]

[♪♪♪]

[GUNSHOT]

[♪♪♪]

Well done,
Master Sergeant.

Wait--

What is it?

What you're looking at
is your standard-issue

laser-guided smart bullet.

DARPA completed
its live-fire testing

in July of 2014.

How do you know?
I'm the one who tested it.

I'll pull it up now.

It's fire-and-forget
technology.

The projectile itself is

fin-stabilized
and spin-stabilized.

Remote guidance is tied
to an optics system.

The bullet is capable
of readjusting position

30 times a second
while hitting

a moving target
up to a mile away.

My God.

Whatever happened
to just learning how to shoot?

Glory days, master guns.
You got that right.

Gotta ask you,
are you still GS-9?

You know, I actually managed
to move up in the ranks since--

Panama.
Yeah, I was gonna say,

since I started going
a little gray.

But you're looking pretty good
yourself, Colonel Sanders.

[LAUGHS]
Man, that was a long time ago.

Over 20 years ago, I think.
Feels like it.

You know,
when DOD told me

you were on the team,
I couldn't believe it.

All right, gentlemen, I hate
to break up this reunion,

but could we get back to work?
All right.

Where did
you find this, Brandon?

Or, more to the point,
where'd it find you?

It was shot
at me last night.

By the sniper
we think works for Morales.

Not much of a safe house
you've got there, Samson.

Let me state the obvious
and bust some balls,

but you mind
getting a safe house

that is actually safe?
Already done, sir.

All right,
let me talk to some people.

There's only so many points
of access to get to this tech.

If Morales has it,
we may be looking

at an internal-security issue.

Okay, I'm on it.

All right.
I'll scramble a vehicle

to take you two
to a CIA black site

on the south side
of the city. Let's go.

[LATIN HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS WITHIN]

I'm getting
hustled here.

Are you hustling me, boy?
No, Señor Morales.

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

[CHUCKLES]

[IN ENGLISH]
You think it's fun
beating the boss?

No, patrón.
No, patrón, perdón, perdón.

[IN ENGLISH]
Here, take your
money back. It's yours.

Perdón, patrón.

[IN ENGLISH]
Listen, boy, to get ahead

in this line of work, a man
is expected to win, you know?

What do
I do to win?

Show no fear.

[SHUDDERS]
[UNCOCKS GUN]

Fear is
your greatest enemy.

Are you scared, boy?

No, patrón.

Nice.

[SLAPS HARD]

[CHUCKLING]

[CREW LAUGHING]

Come on,
I was kidding, huevón.

Take the money.
It's yours. You win it.

You must never

be afraid to fight
for what is yours in this world.

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

[MORALES LAUGHS]

Listen, guys, I'm not going
to lie to you.

Things at the moment
are getting...tough.

Someday, I won't be here
to look after you.

And one of you
might be running the familia.

But I can assure you this.

If your enemies

smell fear,

they will kill you dead.

Understood?

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

The Americans
are hunting you.

[SCOFFS]

We are too big to fail, man.

This is my ambition.

Like an American bank.

So powerful they can't let
anything happen to us.

And we're close to it.

There's
only two more routes

in Central America
that we don't control.

Once we do, everything
that crosses the border

will have to do with us.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

There's that son of a bitch.

Put a kill order
on the American sniper.

I want every asset we have
gunning for that son of a bitch.

Hey, Diablo.

[♪♪♪]

[INCREDULOUS CHUCKLE]

Heh. Hello, Diablo.

Listen...

next time you drop by,

ask first, all right?

Where's my fucking money?

That Marine scout sniper
is still alive.

You were paid to kill him,

so your money
is back in the safe.

Fuck you. I shot him.

Listen, Diablito.

You're not needed anymore.

Take some vacation,
all right?

And get the fuck out
of my house.

[♪♪♪]

ESTRADA:
So what's your truth?

My truth?

Yeah, your story.

I'm concerned.
Ever since you got here,

I've got
a target on my back.

Don't lay that on me.

Now, you're
the one chasing

the boogeyman here,
and that's on you.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

ESTRADA:
Estrada.

FATHER CARLOS:
I've got something for you.

You sure you want it?

Yes, I'm sure.

Aye, mija.

El Diablo's got
a girl he visits.

Maria Ramos.
I know where she is right now.

[RECITES ADDRESS IN SPANISH]

Just be careful.

Morales'familia
controls that barrio.

Text me that address.

Thanks.

She won't be there for long.

What's the longest
you ever hunted a target?

Thirty-six hours
with my eye to the scope

before I took the shot.

Well, I've been hunting this guy
so long, I lost track of time.

But you,

you don't want this job.
You never did.

You don't give a shit about me
or my operation.

The only reason you stay
is because

someone has
a better bullet than you.

Is that what you think?

Yes, it is.

Well, maybe you're right.

Because this bullet
is a game-changer.

And that game's
bigger than just Morales.

If I'm gonna get this bastard,

maybe I can't
give a shit about you

and your operation
right now.

And that's my truth.

So what's yours?

[MEN CLAMORING]

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

BRANDON:
Kate, go. Get out of here.

[♪♪♪]

[DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE]

What do you want?

I'm looking for Maria Ramos.
Oh, my God.

MAN:
Hola,sexy.

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

[IN ENGLISH]
Get out of here.

Just do the smart thing,
and get the fuck out of my face.

Get out of here.

[ESTRADA GASPS]

[ALL SPEAKING SPANISH]

[GASPING]

What are you doing
in my fucking barrio, bitch?

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTS]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[GUN COCKS]
MARIA: Let him go!

You made a big mistake
coming here.

[GRUNTS]

I'm done
playing games with you.

[POLICE SIRENS APPROACHING]
Gotta go. Now.

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

No, no, no. No!

ESTRADA:
You gotta be kidding me.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Where are you, Master Sergeant?

BRANDON:
Got a line on Morales's sniper.

We got a photograph of him
from his girl.

I'm sending you
a picture of him now.

Yeah, we just got it.

I need an ID, master guns.

See if you can figure out
who this fucker is.

But there's a bigger problem.

Someone has our talk.

We were ambushed
on the way to the black site.

I'm going dark until
I can puzzle this thing out.

No one can know where we are.

Right, but--
[LINE DISCONNECTS]

[PHONE BEEPS OFF]

Okay, people. Listen up.
I need facial recognition

on this cabrónright here.

I want reports from
all of our border crossings.

Top priority.

You're just gonna let Brandon
and Estrada run loose?

Yeah. We let 'em down.

And now they're gonna get
the best logistics

and intel
we can provide.

He's going off the grid
until he's satisfied.

It's not your son's
operation, Beckett.

Oh, it is now.

[♪♪♪]

Somebody knows
every move we make.

Trust no one.

Exactly.

Let's move.

What?

I can take us
somewhere safe.

Let's go.

[DOG BARKING]

[♪♪♪]

[CHILDREN CHATTERING, PLAYING]

Gol!
Ha-ha-ha!

Hola,Kate. Ahora.

This is Brandon Beckett.
We're working together.

Father Carlos.

Can we get off the streets?
Sí.Yes, follow me.

Let's go.

Who does Morales have
on the inside?

That is the question.

You must assume
he has everyone.

Morales is protected
by thugs and powerful people.

The worst of the worst.

ESTRADA:
If we can take some of them out,

it might force him and
his sniper to act atypically.

And make a mistake.

Yeah. Maybe.

Morales depends on his familia.

Then help us, Father.

Lead us to them.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

What the hell happened down
there, master guns?

Yeah, we're
looking at it now.

RICHARD:
Three bodies found
this morning alone.

All of them
part of Morales's operation.

And all of them sniper kills.

Jorge Maroquin,
Morales's banker,

found dead at his desk
in the morning hours.

Miguel Kemper, the torturer,
taken down in broad daylight.

And Johnny Morillo,
Morales's top enforcer.

He's that guy we know

for dumping his victims
in a landfill.

Only this time,
Morillo's the one

with the hole in the head.

If this is Brandon,

his kill list is starting
to get out of hand.

Target down.

Come on.

Take a walk with me.

[♪♪♪]

Before I came here,

I watched
a fellow Marine get buried.

He killed himself.

He was a hero

whose past
caught up with him.

Maybe he just pulled the trigger
one too many times.

[SIGHS]
Sometimes I think
that's my future too.

I don't wanna become him.

But I wonder,
how can it end any other way?

There is one way.

And that is forgiveness.

You must forgive yourself
for moral injuries.

[SIGHS]
Yeah.

I too have taken lives.

I grew up
on these streets.

This is where
I learned to hate

the rival gangs.

I have seen many friends die
on the streets.

I'm not proud of
who I was.

But I chose a different life,
and so can you.

Your sins are those
of an ordinary man

in a sin-filled world.

And sins
can be absolved.

[FLOOR CREAKS]

[GASPS]

You see,
it's not nice to sneak in.

What do you want?
We have a situation.

I need you to put the gun away
and listen.

[UNCOCKING GUN]

DIABLO:
I'm listening.

[SIGHS]

I'm sure you've heard.

Beckett is
causing me headaches.

I'm losing men

and patience.

So?

You fired me.

Heh. Let's not argue.

You missed him once.
I missed him once.

But to you and I,
Beckett's death has great value.

Too much heat
and not enough upside.

MORALES:
In fact,
there's 500,000 upsides.

Plus 500,000

when he and Estrada
are killed.

All right, soldier.

We got a hit.
Harbormaster's office

in Caracas, Venezuela.

We think he's Panamanian.

I don't care what you think,
Samson. I wanna know

what the facial-recognition
software says.

The software is
at 93 percent affirmative.

I'll take 93 percent.

JOHN:
Ex-Defense Force sniper.

Did some killing
for a son of Noriega.

His name is Enrique Quintero.

Where'd he come in from?

From Venezuela.

He crossed the eastern border
of Colombia

at a small border post
called Cúcuta.

That was nine months ago,
and then the trail just stops.

We'll send you all this.

Any word from Brandon?

JOHN:
No, but the State Department's
been all over me.

This isn't the way
it was scripted.

Really? That's funny,
they haven't called me.

The State Department
and Homeland Security

work side by side, but our
agendas don't always sync up.

Homeland considers terrorists
the greater threat.

Bombs, not drugs.
That's our priority now.

In order
to fight these bastards,

we can't have
some loose cannon

starting a street war
with La Familia de Seis.

So what are you suggesting
here, John?

What I'm suggesting is,
we round up Brandon and Estrada.

We get 'em
on a plane out of here

before bad turns to worse.

Master Sergeant Beckett
and Agent Estrada

are moving the needle.

I say we give them more time.
What do you say, Tom?

I agree.

[JOHN SIGHS]

MAN:
Are you joking?

I know Morales is paying great
money for this hit.

How's 50?

There's a matching stack
when he's dead.

The word on the streets is

a priest is helping him.

This word,
where is it coming from?

It's my barrio, remember?

And there are no secrets
to me in mibarrio.

Okay.

Which priest?

The one called

Father Carlos.

Give him to me.

[♪♪♪]

Father Carlos
texted me at 7:21 p.m.

He said, "Meet me
at Cortez Square

in front of the church
at 10 p.m."

I called twice.

He hasn't responded.

Then something's
not right.

Yeah.

[♪♪♪]

BRANDON:
El Diablo's here, somewhere.

Here.

What tactics will he use?

Surveillance, decoys.

He'll try to draw us out,
but we'll hold.

Until when?

Until it's time not to.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

BRANDON:
Anything?

Nothing real.

Southwest corner.

ESTRADA:
Panel van.

Blacked-out windows.

This guy's
better than that.

ESTRADA:
Where the hell is he?

He's doing
what snipers do, Kate.

His training's
no different than mine.

El Diablo's a soldier,
hired by a drug kingpin.

There's someone else.

There's someone
bigger than Morales.

[MEN SPEAKING SPANISH]

I got something.

Off scope.

Behind the truck,
what are they doing?

BRANDON:
You see that kid?

He was one of the bangers
at Maria's apartment.

I remember.

Father Carlos!
No, Kate. It's a trap.

He's trying to draw us out.
Let me the fuck go!

You go out there,
you're dead,

and that is exactly
what he wants.

[STRUGGLING]

Where are you, bitches?

BRANDON:
He's out there, Kate. Find him.

Come on. Give me a sign.

We're gonna be too late.

He's dying.

No emotion.

In control.

That's how we do our job.

There's no time for that shit.
Do something.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

[GUNSHOT]

Missed. Shoot again.
Fuck.

[GUNSHOTS]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[GASPING]

[GUNSHOT]

[DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE]

[GROANS]

[♪♪♪]

[CHURCH BELL RINGING]

[PEOPLE CLAMORING AND WEEPING]

[CROWD CHANTING IN SPANISH]

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

[CHURCH BELL RINGING CONTINUES]

[♪♪♪]

Hey!

[WOMAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY]

[♪♪♪]

[PANTING]

[GRUNTS]

You work for Morales.

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

He killed Father Carlos.
Your priest.

Help us make this right.

Tell us where he's hiding.

[IN ENGLISH]
If I tell you that,
I won't last the night.

We'll protect you.

[♪♪♪]

[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]

[MEN YELLING IN SPANISH]

[COUGHING]

Hola,Jesús.

You finally made
a mistake.

You killed a priest.

Why don't you
kill me, bitch?

That would be too easy.

Besides you,
who does El Diablo work for?

I'll talk when I have a deal.
All right, man?

U.S. Attorney General's office
wants him flown to Miami

to be arraigned
at the federal courthouse there.

We got a plane
waiting for you.

You guys actually
pulled it off. Well done.

There's no way El Diablo
will let Morales

make it
to the courthouse.

He knows too much.

Yeah.

Well, I'll see you two
in Miami.

[♪♪♪]

Passport?

Welcome to Miami, Mr. Garcia.

Thank you.

MALE AGENT:
Next. Please have
your passports.

No problem in Immigration.

Everything else in place?

[♪♪♪]

He sees those charges
at the arraignment,

and then
he'll start talking.

Hearing is at 1400.

[CLEARS THROAT]

That gives
El Diablo time.

[♪♪♪]

[PLANE PASSING OVERHEAD]

Before I forget,

I just wanna let
both of you know

what a splendid job
I think you've done.

It's not done yet.

We started this,
and we'll finish it.

Spoken like a true Marine.

Heh, Miller!

How are you?
Good to see you, master guns.

Just in time
for the action.

[♪♪♪]

RICHARD:
Okay, so take us
through this again, guns.

THOMAS:
As I said in my assessment,

if I was El Diablo,
I would take Morales out

30 seconds
after leaving the base.

That would be unexpected

and also very daring.

RICHARD:
Totally agree.

How about that
right there?

See, you got
wide-open fire lanes,

plenty of operational space,
minimal civilian traffic.

It's focused on
a single exit point.

Just saying.

BRANDON:
Yeah, it's the perfect
location.

We have vantage
over both places

while maintaining cover.

We see him,
and no one's the wiser.

RICHARD:
Some pretty fancy hardware
we're up against.

DARPA rechecked
their inventory,

found about a hundred
of these bad boys missing.

Somebody's got their hands
in the cookie jar.

RICHARD:
I got some friends
in Defense R&D,

so I thought we'd level
the playing field.

Naval Research Lab
flew these in

from their facility
in Chesapeake Beach.

What's it do?

Cartridge explodes
at pre-selected distance.

Like a rifle-fired
artillery shell?

Yeah, but only cooler

because the range-finder
talks to the bullet,

bullet talks to target,
target talks to God.

All right, kids,
back in the fridge.

Home fries on deck.

My guys will take the last
vehicle. Cover the rear.

That's awesome.
Thanks a lot, Bob.

John.
John.

That's right.

Half past 12.
Time to move.

[♪♪♪]

Get in there.

I still think
the shit's gonna go down

outside the courthouse.

More diversions,
easier exits.

Look,
the convoy's a decoy.

Well, wait a second.

If the guy with the hood on
is a fake,

where's the real Morales?

He rolls out later
in a dry-cleaner's van.

Nice. Smart play,

but a little heads-up
next time would be better.

I thought the JATF is all about
interagency cooperation.

It is.
Let's hit the roof.

Rolling Thunder, go.

MAN 1 [ON COMM]:
Copy that. Rolling Thunder
on the move.

MAN 2 [ON COMM]:
Copy, Romeo Tango.

[PLANE PASSING OVERHEAD]

[♪♪♪]

Yeah, we in position.
Where you guys at?

Yeah, we're good.

[CELL PHONE VIBRATES]

[CELL PHONE CHIMES]

[♪♪♪]

Here they come.

RICHARD:
Any sign of El Diablo?

BRANDON:
Not yet.

RICHARD:
I'll clock the convoy,
you take perimeter.

Convoy clear.

El Diablo
was a no-show.

Here comes the van.

RICHARD:
Remain on standby.

Is that really
necessary, Richard?

I thought the whole point
of a decoy was

to throw the bad guys
off the scent.

Better safe
than sorry, John.

MAN:
Okay, let's go.

Black sedan,
inbound from the north,

100 feet from the intersection.
Moving fast.

There's
a surprise, Samson.

Incoming from the south.
Old Cadillac.

Moving at high speed,
gaining on the van.

RICHARD:
Got it. Keep searching

for El Diablo,
I'll take care of this.

Copy that, sir.
RICHARD: All units,

bogeys approaching
from the north and south.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

There you go.

Where is he?
Searching.

Let me see
if I can draw him out.

[GRUNTS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

Elevated walkway, 12 o'clock.
Confirm hole in window.

ESTRADA:
Distance locked,

but I can't see him.

Not a problem.

[SIGHS]

Assume position clear.

Target down.

[♪♪♪]

Welcome to Miami, Jesús.

[POLICE SIRENS APPROACHING
FROM DISTANCE]

JOHN:
There's nobody in the fucking
van. Where's Morales?

What the hell is this?

Remote-control vehicle.

It's called a decoy, John.

RICHARD:
For catching an enemy sniper

and rogue
Homeland Security agents

in cahoots with Morales.

You just can't
make this stuff up.

Supposition, not fact.

You want facts, John?

I had my boys at Langley clone
your burner phone.

It's all here
in black and white.

We got copies
of every text you sent.

You're pinging
Morales and Diablo

like a teenage crush.

You're blowing him
through Customs,

you're telegraphing
our movements,

putting our people
in harm's way.

All right,
we got him. Come on up.

I told Garza to abort
the farmhouse operation.

And I warned you,
pull your guys out.

Yeah, after you tried
to kill Estrada.

Garza is dead
because of you.

You helped this man.

Morales
was our best chance

of stopping a dirty bomb
from crossing the border.

That was the deal in return
for giving him the weapon.

It was never meant
to be used against our people.

If we can eliminate his rivals
in return for a guarantee

as to what
comes into this country?

Yeah, so be it!

People died, Samson.
Good people.

That's on you, asshole.

[JOHN GRUNTS]

So long, Bob.

OFFICER:
Let's go.

As much as I'd love
to celebrate with you people,

Washington
is pulling me back.

Master guns.

GS-9 Miller.
Oh, nice.

Estrada, great job.
Thanks.

Master Sergeant,
great job.

I'll miss you
most of all, Scarecrow.

Thanks for
everything, Miller.

You know it.
You all right?

You all right? You all right?
I'm good.

Heh. I knew
you're not a quitter.

Semper fi, buddy.

Hoo-rah.

THOMAS:
You guys did a hell of a job.

You're a good team.

You think you'll work
together again, maybe?

You mean,
babysitting the DEA?

Best job you ever had.

Oh, God.
Don't start, please.

Well, I'm going fishing.
What else, huh? Heh.

Someplace safe like Puget Sound
in Washington State, Brandon.

[♪♪♪]

Keep your powder dry.

You got
my cell number, right?

Give me a call sometime.
You wanna go fishing?

Let me know, yeah?

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

Gracias.

Master guns.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[♪♪♪]

[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Closed Captioning:
Sara Meyer

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