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We're good, Ryan. Relax.

So, Vogler Industries,

they're the ones that found
this deposit of, uh...

Tantalum.

Right. And they stand
to make trillions.

Yeah, if they can figure out
a way to mine it.

The process of extraction
and refining is extremely toxic.

So they'd be looking at a lot
of regulations and red tape.

Which is exactly why they need
the local partner

in Cinco Palmas.
That's Reyes.

Can you prove that?

No.

What happens
if Reyes loses the election?

Well, then Reyes
and Vogler get nothing,

and that's exactly why
they killed Jimmy.

Because they couldn't risk
exposing anything

this close to the election.

Shit.

Hey, babe. What's up?

Where the fuck are you?

Uh, well,
I can tell you where I'm not,

but I think
you already know that.

- Fuck you, Mike.
- Hey.

I wouldn't still be here
if I didn't think

it was the right thing to do,
and you know that.

Well, tell that to the O.I.G.

when you're getting
your balls hammered.

Look, just talk to Greer, okay?
He'll explain everything.

Greer's not with me.

Fucking José! We got to go.

Oh, come on.

God.

Piece of shit.

Pop the hood.

Mike.

Shit!

Holy shit.

Come on.

Oh, shit.

Vamos.

Do you like the rum?

This is the cheapest rum
in Venezuela.

Just the soldiers
and borrachos drink it,

but it's good.

It's like, uh... lighter fluid.

Try some?

Where did they go?! Where?!

You want to be a dead body
on CNN, huh?!

Huh?!

Something funny,
coño de tu madre?

Ah... sí.

Yeah, your boss
must be really desperate

if he has to rely on you.

Huh?

Yeah. That's funny.

Gloria.

Mike.

Mariana here?

She, uh, she drove to Colombia
with Roberto and the kids.

Listen, Mike, I don't know
what to tell you, but I...

Don't. We're past that.

Where's Greer?

I took him to the airfield.

From this moment forward,
every word out of your mouth

had better be the fucking truth.

Where'd you take him?

Reyes' men...

took him to a camp
in the jungle.

- What camp?
- I don't know.

Somewhere near Puerto Maripana.

- You'll take us there.
- I don't know the exact coordinates.

But even if I did, it's heavily
guarded by a whole platoon.

Did you kill Filiberto Ramos?

In the embassy,
did you kill him?

Did you tell Reyes
we had men in the jungle?

Mike...

Did you tell him?

He threatened my family, Mike.

If I didn't help,
they were gonna kill Mariana.

I didn't have a choice.

Can't leave him.

He'll just tell Reyes
we were here.

I won't. I swear.

Shut up.

We'll take him with us.

We need a car.

It's parked behind the house.

Give me the keys.

Let's go.

Get the car.

I'll be right there.

Mike...

You all right?

No.

We're gonna rendezvous with
what's left of the S.A.D. guys,

and we're gonna make our way
to the Colombian border.

But what about Greer?

Once we're out of the country,
I'll lobby for a rescue mission.

You can't wait
for a rescue mission, Mike.

Greer has a heart condition.

- Jesus Christ.
- That's why he's in Venezuela.

They pushed him out of Moscow.

- Why didn't you tell me this shit?
- I'm telling you now.

I don't see a lot of
other options here, do you?

I mean, even if we go up there,

we're five guys
against, what, 35, 40?

Do you know
how much money we have?

- Sí.
- Sí.

Sí, mi amor.

Oh, no, Miguel.

- Lisa...
No, I told you,

no one is going to approve a
military operation in Venezuela.

What about a humanitarian one?

What?

Greer's being held
in a prison camp

with about
35 Venezuelan nationals.

They're under military guard.

What are you asking me for?

- Black Hawks for an evac.
- For the prisoners?

Political prisoners
seeking U.S. asylum, yeah.

Says who? You?

Reyes has them hidden
in the jungle for a reason.

And I doubt it's because
they're friends of the regime.

Okay, fine.
I'm... I will see what I can do.

But if this happens, it is
a humanitarian mission only.

There are no guns.
There is no firepower.

Okay? It is evac only.

Yeah. No problem.

And, uh... one more thing.

- What?
- Not a big deal, it's just...

if you know somebody who could
take out a satellite for us,

it'd be great.

What the fuck

do you think I'm made of?
I mean, you think

I can fucking pull miracles
out of my ass for you?

Jesus fucking Christ!

Slow, slow.

What are you, a doctor?

No. Medicine, no.

Of literature, yes.

I am Dr. Porfirio González
at your service.

Jim Greer.

You are the first man
from the United States

that Reyes has sent here.

Yeah. Lucky me.

You must have really fucked up
to end up in here.

Ah...

I pissed off the wrong people.

The president of Venezuela.

What?

Hey, what are you guys
in here for?

You have here...

journalists who spoke out
against government corruption.

Politicians
who challenged Reyes.

Academics.

Artists.

We even have a sculptor.

What did he do?

He sculpted a statue
of the first lady.

She was naked...

and...

being fucked
by the winged angel of justice.

We spoke our minds,
and, for that reason,

we were taken
from our homes and our jobs,

our families left behind
to wonder what happened.

Does the U.S. know
about this place?

Are more Americans
coming for you?

You know, I can think
of 17 different ways

this plan of yours
could go wrong.

Just 17?

- Coming with you, man.
- No, you're not.

We should do this together,
Jack.

Listen to me.
If anything goes wrong,

I need someone
to put the pieces together

and prove what Reyes did.

Well, that's your area
of expertise, not mine.

You know, I'm still your boss.

I could go upriver,

send you to break into
Monica Herrera's office.

I really hope you don't.

Don't die.

Can't promise anything.

Thorne's dead.

It's all over the news.

What are we supposed
to fucking do?

I've spoken to corporate.
Everything's getting sorted out.

People want to leave,
let them leave,

but they forfeit their share.

What the hell?

Search him!

The fuck
are you doing here again?

What's the money for, asshole?

Figured I'd hire you.

You got a lot of balls,

coming out here
without a weapon.

How 'bout I keep
the bag of money

and put a bullet
through your brain?

But then you guys wouldn't get

the five other bags
just like that one.

Go on.

There's a prison camp

in the jungle,
15 kilometers north.

We lost a guy,
and we want him back.

Is it the one who did this?

Focus on the money.

Two bags now.

Eight when we finish the job.

- Deal.
- Deal.

Sorry for the hostilities, bro.

But you can never be too careful
in this business.

No problem.
Couldn't agree more.

We hadn't have a
new prisoner here in months.

We don't get any news of
what's happening in the world.

The election?

There's an election coming up.

Reyes has a real challenger.

If he doesn't put his finger
on the scale, she might win.

"She"?

Yeah, her name is
Gloria Bonalde.

She's my wife.

Miguel.

There's the
front entrance there.

There's a guard tower
on the opposite side,

and there are machine guns
stationed at the corners.

Overlapping fields of fire.

- Probably pre-sighted.
- No doubt.

Let me see the case?

Is that good or bad?

You sure you saw an image
the last time you checked this?

Yeah, but that was
two fucking days ago.

This ambassador that's in charge
of the satellite...

- how reliable is she?
- Well, to be honest,

I don't really know her
that well.

She's the ex-wife
of a friend of mine.

Well, fuck it.

We've come all this way.

Let's do this.

We're in position.

Low.

What the fuck is that?

- Who's shooting?
- It's not us!

Move!

Psst.

Fuck is everyone?

Look sharp.

They're not paying us enough
to walk into a fucking ambush.

Clear.

Clear.

Shit.

Down! Get down!

Stay down! Down!

Get the fuck down!

- Greer?!
- Get down!

Greer?! Greer?!

The American.

Come on.

You're looking
for the other man?

Jim?

They took him
a half an hour ago, maybe less.

Took him where?

Señor Presidente.

No. No, Miguel.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.