All language subtitles for The Brave S01E10 Desperate Measures

Previously on "The Brave"...

- Get off the beach.
- Come on! Come on!

Fahim Jarif... the man responsible

for the Karatas Beach attack in Turkey

that killed four American servicemen

and wounded 21 others.

Mr. Jarif meets
all three criteria necessary

for lethal action.

Jarif is leaving.

I repeat, Jarif is leaving.

I missed my shot.

We never figured out

who Jarif was supposed to meet, right?

Affirmative. Why?

'Cause I think I'm looking
at her right now.

Dalton, that's Nasser Hareb's sister.

She is definitely who Jarif was meeting.

Let's see if she can lead us back to him.

Death to you all.

What do you think?

I think with tactical makeup,

it could be done.

Yes, we do believe

that Jaz could pass as Aida.

All right, Jarif's dead.

I'm gonna come out through the window.

Adam, they got her.

I say again, they have Jaz.

Top? Top? Top?

Adam!

Uh, Command, they got Jaz.

I repeat, they've got Jaz.

All right, everybody, listen up.

We got... we got one chance
to get her back,

and that's to grab her
before she leaves the hotel.

Boss, that's a mistake.

Dalton and his team
need to get out of there.

I'm aware.

Then why aren't you saying something?

Would you listen if you were him?

Positive contact on Jaz. Qassem has her.

He's getting reinforcements.

Quds Force. Elite Revolutionary Guard.

Oh, this is not good.

Yeah, well, we left good
behind a long time ago.

It looks like they're
taking her to the garage.

Garage. All right.

All right, we can work with that.

Amir, Hossein, McG,

I want you to rendezvous
with Preach at the van

one block northeast of here.

Amir, I need you to let me know
what Qassem's driving.

They're loading her into
a silver G-Wagon, full-size.

If you're gonna stop them,

you're gonna need something
bigger than just a regular car.

- Come on!

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So was there enough there to
figure out where they took her?

Not yet, but we're working on it.

We're also working on a way
to get you out of there.

No. We're not leaving without Jaz.

You may not have a choice.

You know what? You're exactly right.

We do not have a choice.

Can we table this discussion?

Seems the French foreign
liaison is in my office.

Well, Jaz speaks French fluently,

so if they're trying to get her to talk,

she's probably falling back on that.

Make yourself at home.

Patricia, you look amazing.

Honestly, how do you do it?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe stress is good for the metabolism.

How can I help you?

Actually, I'm here to see
if you need help.

You know France has
diplomatic ties with Iran.

- Mm.
- So we can be your eyes,

your ears, if needed, your voice.

Thank you. I do know that.

Why do you bring it up now?

Because the Iranians
have a woman in custody

who claims to be French but who
they suspect is a U.S. spy.

Patricia, after the Paris situation,

we owe you.

Tell me, how do you want me to play this?

How I want you to play it?
I have no idea.

I can tell you she's not one of ours

or Langley's.

It's me, Patricia.

Which is why if I knew anything,

I would tell you.

- Will they help?
- We can't ask them to.

Right now the French think
that Jaz is some low-level spy

that they can help bring home.

They don't know she killed Jarif.

They don't know that the Iranians

will not turn her over.

The only thing keeping Jaz alive

is that the Iranians
don't know who she is

or who she's working for.

If we ask the French to intervene...

Yeah, it tells the Iranians

Jaz is one of ours, and they kill her.

Bottom line...

we want to save Jaz, we do it ourselves.

Well, we've made some progress

- with finding her at least.
- Show me.

We synced Jaz's directions
with a map of the area.

Factoring in time
and distance between turns

and ambient noise,

we were able to run dozens
of possible routes.

Only one fit everything we heard...

- Mm-hmm.
- Including this.

Tout droite.

Train tracks.

Tehran may be a huge city,
but it actually has

a fairly limited rail footprint.

And the only tracks
that those could have been...

right here.

They're moving her south
back into the city.

And since all the major
prisons are north of Tehran...

They were moving her to a black site.

My name is Arthur.

Mind if I sit?

So the pity here is I don't speak French.

But the lovely thing is
all French speak some English,

even if they don't like to.

So let's do that, hmm?

Oh, why all the whiteness?

I'll give you a bit of context.

Some Westerners call this white torture

or sensory deprivation.

I prefer to look at this
as a blank slate.

Give me truth,

and we'll fill in some color together.

Now...

talk to me about how you managed

to enter the Palace Hotel,

access Fahim Jarif, and kill him.

Who are you working for?

And how did you get to Jarif?

Simple questions.

Simple answers.

Ooh.

Silent rage...

that old chestnut.

Well, since you seem determined

to act like every other captured spy,

perhaps it's best to treat you as one...

for now.

Adam.

Yeah, any news?

Confirmation the Iranians still have her

and that she is alive.

All right. Well, that's something.

Adam...

your original mission was an in-and-out.

Long-term covers
were not built into the plan.

Protocol dictates you leave Iran now.

I know. I'm sitting here trying to think

of some tactical argument for staying.

Trying to think of what I have to say

to convince you that it's worth the risk.

You're never gonna be able to do that.

You're compromised.

You're operating without a net
in a country

where officially we do not operate.

So, rather than having
a long, drawn-out argument

that you can't win, let's pretend we had

a long, drawn-out argument
that you did win.

Can we do that?

I-I mean, I was on
the debate team in high school.

You were not.

No, I wasn't.

Now that we've got that cleared up...

Let's figure out
how the hell to get Jaz back.

Anything?

Not a word about Jarif.

Not a word about any woman who was taken.

But lots of talk about a team
of American operatives

who may be in the city.

All right,

we're just gonna go back over
what we already have...

again, see if we missed anything.

So what do we have?

We got a series of transmissions from Jaz

indicating she was taken
into the city center,

most likely to a black site.

She is, and we've been able
to narrow down the list

of possible sites from several
hundred to about two dozen.

I... two dozen, one dozen,
it's not good enough.

Okay? We get one shot at this thing.

We got to know exactly where she is.

Every hour that this takes us,

that's another hour
they're just gonna keep...

Dalton, we're still waiting

on the audio reports
from the experts at the NSA.

We're confident they're going
to come up with something.

Well, then let us know
when that comes in.

- Will do.

Boss, that report came in 30 minutes ago.

- There's nothing of note.
- I know.

We'll tell them that in a few minutes.

In the meantime,
he doesn't need more bad news.

He needs hope.

Yeah, but false hope?

There is no such thing.

McG, I want you to go prep

the ready bag for when we find her.

- She's gonna be in rough shape.
- I already prepped it, Top.

Yeah, well, you're gonna
go prep it again.

Preach, Amir,
I want you guys to go rack out,

go catch some Zs.

What are you gonna do?

Come on, you've already
listened to that thing,

- like, 100 times...

Droite. Droite.

♪

Droite.

Droite. Droite.

While you were napping,

I took the liberty
of examining your body.

These wounds are deep and old...

from a long time ago...

or maybe from when you were a young girl.

What sort of an accident
could cause this?

Or maybe not an accident.

What sort of a person would do that?

Hmm.

Let me tell you what I believe.

I believe you snuck

into Jarif's well-guarded hotel room

and strangled him.

I believe you had help...

from Mossad, the United States...

Really?

Still with the French?

Okay, okay.

I'm a patient man.

But my patience is not infinite.

Pretty soon, you are going to tell me

who the hell you work for

and how the hell you got to Jarif.

Droite. Droite.

No, you...

That your subtle way
of telling me to stop?

No, it's a not-so-subtle way

of making sure you take care of yourself.

Long night.

You look like crap. Drink up.

That's horrible.

Yes. Yes, it is.

Thanks, Preach.

Don't mention it. It's on the house.

Hey, what's... what's the, uh...

The... the NSA report...

what did they say that
the background noise was,

right after the railroad tracks?

It's a type of bird...

a common rosefinch.

Nothing specific to pinpoint
a particular location.

No.

No, I don't think that's a bird.

♪

Noah, come on, there's got to
be something you can do here.

All right? I got to see if I'm right.

I could run a high-pass filter,

uh, with 150-hertz cutoff,

normalize the background,
scrub out the ambient spikes.

Yeah, do it.

The NSA is pretty good at this.

If they say it's a bird, Dalton, it's...

T-then it's a bird.
Right, yeah, I got it.

But here's the thing.

These programs, they use a sample.

They compare that sample
to a sound library.

Problem is, the computer

doesn't know what it's listening to,

so all it can do is offer its best guess.

I don't have to guess.

I spent every summer
working on my uncle's farm

in the middle of podunk Pennsylvania.

Now humor me.

Unbelievable.

See?

I know a sheep when I hear one.

In the city center, it can't be a farm,

which means it's... it's got
to be a slaughterhouse.

Perfect front for a black site.

There are three
slaughterhouses in the area.

Let's start by trying to figure out

which one the Quds use.

No, no, no, that's...
that's gonna take too long.

Hossein, do you know anyone
that was in the Quds?

Maybe.

A friend of my cousin,
a man named Omid...

he served with the Quds a few years ago.

Great. Fantastic.

Give him a call, let him
know you'll be stopping by.

Adam, I'm not sure
that's a very good idea.

Omid is a cautious man.

He may not be willing to talk.

Well, not to mention
one of the only things

we have going for us is that the Quds

aren't sure you're still in Tehran.

If you talk to one of them,
you give up that advantage.

That's right.

I would say that Jaz is worth that risk.

- Right?
- Hell, yeah.

- Absolutely.
- Okay.

Preach, Amir, you guys stay here.

You hold down the fort.
McG, you're with us.

I tell you, Hossein,
I know you don't have much,

but if you can get me
even 100,000 dinars,

I can turn it
into a small fortune for you.

Look, let's cut to the chase, shall we?

Omid, we need to know which
Quds interrogation facility

in Tehran is inside a slaughterhouse.

This is what you wanted to meet about?

No, this is what I wanted to meet about.

I'm not...

I wouldn't know.

Take a look around. I'm an entrepreneur.

I haven't worked with Quds in years.

Good. Then you should have no qualms

with telling us what we need to know.

Gentlemen, I'm sorry,

but I have no information
that can help you.

However, since you
are friends with Hossein,

perhaps I can cut you in on...

Now, my buddy over here is a medic.

And he can patch you up, save your life,

or you can bleed out right here

on the floor of your next great property.

- That's your choice.
- Please.

- Now, you worked for Quds.

So, if you think I've got any reservation

about letting you die
right here on this floor,

you're out of your damn mind.

Okay.

Enqeleb Street, near Valiasr.

Enqeleb Street.

- Fix him up.
- Enqeleb...

Please.

All right, Command, good news...

We found her.

Okay, we've identified
the slaughterhouse,

but it's a heavily trafficked
industrial area,

which means it's gonna be hard

for the team to get on site,
even harder to get inside.

And the Iranian government
has scrubbed the Web

of any blueprints or architectural plans,

so our best bet has to be to
send in Amir with a cover ID.

Let him do recon in person,

see what we're really up against.

Director Campbell.

This is Patricia.

By all means, come over.

That was Dounia again.

- About Jaz?
- About our team.

How does she know there's a team?

Exactly.

We have some exciting developments.

I know you're strong, but...

would you rather die

than have a chance to see
your family again?

Find love? Have a child?

Don't you care about your team?

Your team.

They were caught trying to rescue you.

And you were captured
because of your own stupidity.

And this fellow...

was killed because of it.

How many more will die?

How selfish are you willing to be?

Everyone has a breaking point, love.

There's no shame in recognizing
that this is yours.

You have failed your team,

and one is already dead.

Save the rest

by explaining your allegiances.

You're lying.

Ah. English.

A breakthrough.

You don't know anything.

And you don't have anything either,

because a sick bastard like you

wouldn't just bring me a picture

if you killed someone I cared about.

You'd bring me their severed head.

So you think I'm a sick bastard?

No.

A sick bastard would stay and watch.

There's not a lot of entry points.

I don't think there's a way we get in.

Damn it.
The place is like a fortress.

No walls to breach, no places to hide,

one way in, one way out.

We got to hope Jaz isn't there.

Wait, wait, wait.
Amir, check that metal door.

Your 9:00.

Since when do the mullahs
bother with a slaughterhouse?

She's there.

These photos were forwarded to us

by a high-placed, high-paid contact

we have in harness
in Iranian intelligence.

Patricia, I know
there's more going on here.

- Let us intervene.
- I can't.

I have no idea who these people are.

Well, whoever they are, they are trapped.

The entire Revolutionary Guard
is looking for them.

They have no conceivable hope
of surviving

even more than a few more hours.

So...

if their names suddenly come back to you,

call me.

I need to know how bad it is.

It's not good.

I need to know,
in your operational expertise,

factoring in how good Dalton's team is,

what their chances are
of getting in and out

of that slaughterhouse alive.

I... I haven't been here
as long as Noah has.

But even with how good Dalton is...

zero.

Their chances are zero.

Sorry, um...

uh, say again.

The signal was lost.

I'm telling you that you did
all that you could

and that I won't let you
or any member of your team

be killed trying to do the impossible.

Adam...

I know.

Excuse me?

I said I know it's impossible.

I'm not asking to stay.

We will begin preparing
new exfiltration plans

for you and your team.

It may take a little longer than usual

because you've been outed
and we need to be more careful.

But we will get you out.

"Outed"?

They have all four of your pictures,

which means if you get caught,

you will be executed immediately.

No, not immediately.

- Adam...
- Not immediately.

They wouldn't execute us immediately.

If we were outed as spies,

they would transfer us
to a separate facility

for public execution to be televised...

Why are we talking about this?

Because you may have just
saved Jaz's life.

You're gonna out Jaz as a spy?

No, Patricia is. See, once the Iranians

get confirmation on who Jaz is,
they're gonna move her...

from the black site
that we can't break into

to the prison where they'll execute her.

You thinking we grab her
during the transfer?

- That's insane.
- It's not.

Not if we're smart, it's not.

Look, I know you're not
asking for my opinion...

You're damn right I'm not.

There's got to be a better plan!

There's not, okay? Not this time.

Audacity and surprise...

those are the two things
we got going for us,

so we go in fast, and we go in hot.

Adam, by outing Jaz,

you're signing our death warrant.

She's already dead.
Don't you guys see that?

She's dead where she is,

she's dead where she's gonna be,

but in the middle, we get this window

where she's alive, right?

Now, we either take that opportunity

and we get her back,

or we just leave her to her fate.

I say the hell with fate.

All right.

Now let's see what we're working with.

- Clear this out.
- Top...

Patricia outing Jaz is against the law.

It could cost her her career.

- She could go to jail.
- Yeah, she knows that.

- And she agreed?
- Without a second thought.

Without being too specific,
this plan requires me

to paint outside the lines.

Well outside.

So what I'm suggesting the two of you do

is take the rest of the day off,

walk outside of this building,

and give yourself complete deniability.

It is too early in your careers
to risk tarnishing your records

because of something I'm choosing to do.

You don't honestly think
either of us is leaving,

do you?

Not a chance.

♪

Okay, let's get to work.

My third time at Anacostia in 24 hours.

This is becoming a habit.

The woman that Iran has
is an American spy.

I see.

I need you to tell Iran that.

Tell them?

Patricia, you understand
if Iran has confirmation

that she's an American spy,
they'll execute her.

I need you to tell them.

Very well.

It's ironic, really.

You've fought so bravely,
resisted with such tenacity...

held on to your secrets

better than I ever thought you could.

Never would I have imagined

that the questions I asked of you

would be answered by your own government.

Your country has forsaken you,

outed you as an American spy.

After all the torture,

the hood, the knives, the gun,

your people... have done my work for me.

You're lying.

Even I am not that good of a liar.

Let's take a ride, shall we?

Contact.

This is madness. You know that, right?

- This is the only way.
- Oh, I'm not arguing with you.

I'm just stating a fact. I love madness.

Evin Prison.

That's where we're going right now.

You will spend the night in solitary.

Actually, that's not accurate.

I'll be with you.

Your country may have told us
who you are,

but there is so much more
inside your brain

I need to extract.

I will give you nothing.

You will give me everything.

- Deputy Director Campbell?

Peter Thomas, deputy counsel,
State Department.

My boss would like a word with you.

Not now.

The Secretary for Political Affairs

would like to speak with you
about your unsanctioned

back-channeling with French diplomats

and outing of a covert operative.

So I'm afraid it has to happen right now.

Right now I'm monitoring
a life-or-death situation

with one of my teams in the field.

Right now nothing supersedes that.

You either call security,
drag me the hell out,

or you wait until I'm finished
with my mission.

Fine. I'll wait.

Jaz, turn steel!

Clear!

- Got him?
- Yeah.

Jaz?

Jesus.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, McG, come on!

I'm gonna give her a shot of epinephrine.

Come on, hit her!

- There she is.

There she is. You all right?

- Let's go.
- Just hold on.

- On me, here we go.
- Let's go.

- Okay.
- Step down.

Quds will be here soon.

Cops will be locking down
the city. Let's go, guys.

All right, I got her.
Got her. Here we go.

- All right, collapse security!
- Let's go, let's go!

- I got you.
- You're all right.

Let's go!

From here, it's a short drive
to the Turkish border.

Esendere crossing...

the smallest and least patrolled

land crossing out of this country.

- Night will help.
- Well, that's good,

'cause they're gonna be looking for us.

And we'll be looking
for our contact, Reza,

with border security.

For a price, he's willing to help us.

He'll be expecting us.

I built this for
smuggling runs into Iraq.

Amir, you're gonna ride
in the front with me.

The rest of you will hide in back.

All right, let's get her
up here, nice and slow.

- Here we go.

Sit down here.

At the crossing, let me do the talking.

If they ask,

we're delivering produce
to the Hakkari province.

Are you really coming with us?

Iran is over for me.

It has been ever since
my daughter Mayam died.

I'm ready to leave.

Talk to me.

I should've played things differently.

I got us all into this mess.

Did you kill Jarif...

the guy who orchestrated
the murders of civilians

and children and your fellow servicemen?

Are we getting out of this country?

- Yeah, we are.

So then that's it, all right?

You did good. Job done.

I thought you said it was
the least patrolled.

It usually is.

Increased presence at the border.

Instead of two guards,
I'm looking at six,

maybe eight soldiers.

Border guards commencing search.

They've got us on border lock.
There's no way past that.

There is one way.

Stay sharp.

They've been made.

When I say hit it, punch the engine.

No.

There's got to be another way.

These monsters killed my daughter.

They don't kill my friends, too.

Go!

We are through the border,
heading west on D-400,

ETA six hours to Incirlik.

We're clear.

- They made it.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Hannah, inform the Turkish government

that we have a vehicle
in priority transit.

Make sure there's
a medical team standing by

waiting to tend to Jaz

the second she arrives on that base.

♪ Ooh, child

Okay, we can go now.

♪ Things are gonna get easier ♪

♪ Ooh, child, things will be brighter ♪

♪ Ooh, child

♪ Things are gonna get easier ♪

♪ Ooh, child

♪ Things will get brighter

♪ Someday, yeah

♪ We'll put it together

♪ And we'll get it all done

♪ Someday when your head
is much lighter ♪

♪ Someday, yeah

♪ We'll walk in the rays
of a beautiful sun ♪

♪ Someday when the world
is much brighter ♪

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