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Hey.

Hey, man.

- Good to see you. - Yeah.

All good. Put them there. Right there.

Yeah. Prince said he called for reinforcements.

- Yeah, just here to help out. - Welcome to hell, brother.

How's our boy?

Yeah. I think he wants to stay with us.

Fuck.

- You want some? - Yeah.

All right.

Your brother seems to want you back. Can we trust him?

All I know is…

Tariq is not gonna lift a finger to save me. Okay?

This will be another way that I have embarrassed him,

and you don't know him, you know? You don't know him.

He's not a good person. He's a piece of shit.

So, you have to take me back, okay?

Just... I swear. Just take me back and I forget you.

I ever... I have money. I have a lot of money.

If you want money, I have a lot of money, bro. Please, no, don't!

No!

No!

Fuck!

How long we gonna wait

- for this fucking call? - They'll call.

We've been here all day, Eric.

And what he told me, I…

Tariq will call.

All right.

Hey, Roy. Morning. Wakey-wakey.

Hey, man. Come on. Just get up.

Oh, God.

It's taking too long, man. Something's wrong.

Just saying, Tariq would have called by now.

He knows we have his brother.

I'd say this plan is clearly not working.

He ain't playing, man.

Just because it's taking longer doesn't mean it's not working.

He wants his brother back, trust me.

You guys are all over Twitter.

Shit.

Hi.

Hi.

How are you?

Fine.

Can we please talk?

Why are you here?

Sorry?

Why aren't you at work?

Is Gloria okay?

Yes.

I just dropped her off at school.

I came back to get some documents.

Okay.

She's also worried about you, you know.

I am not going to pretend

- that I understand what you went through. - No.

I appreciate that.

But…

can you help me understand?

I'm not a psychiatrist.

But I am your husband and I love you.

- Violeta. - What?

Look, I'm glad we're finally talking about this.

I spoke to the General. He explained everything to me.

What is that?

Where are you going?

To work.

To work?

You've barely said 10 words to me or your daughter since you got back.

You were in a firefight and almost got killed.

But you don't want my help,

you won't talk to anyone, you won't see a therapist.

Look, your American friends.

Ms. Matíz, I have read your articles with great interest.

It was very brave of you to help that American woman.

I don't know that I could have done the same.

We had hoped for a different outcome. I'm not that brave.

In this office we all think you were very brave.

Ms. Matíz, it's an honor, truly.

The President is waiting for you inside.

Violeta Matíz.

Nice to see you again.

Mr. President, thank you for having me on such short notice.

I have been looking forward to seeing you.

This way, please.

Now, let me say, first

that despite our best efforts, there are still those

in our country who would perpetuate this kind of violence.

I will be the first to admit, if something had happened to you

it would have been a tragedy.

You are the most important journalist in the country.

Thank you very much, sir.

A lot of young Colombian women admire and look up to you.

Too bad our political views are not completely in sync.

You're not exactly a supporter of my party.

My personal political beliefs are irrelevant, sir.

Yes, of course, you're objective.

In fact, that's what I'm counting on, an objective observation.

That is the job.

So, what can I help you with?

There's a story I have been working on for The Times

and I would like your opinion about it.

It's about the kidnapping in Medellín.

It's likely that Americans were behind it.

Here are some images

from the surveillance cameras at the stadium.

I know who they are.

I had one of them on my show.

They're U.S. Special Forces.

Yes, this is being investigated.

My guess is that if I have access to these images

the intelligence services must have briefed you.

Did you give the DNI any special instructions on how to handle them?

Sir, why weren't they arrested?

Why haven't they been questioned at least?

You know I can't speak about an ongoing investigation.

If you'll excuse me.

My aide will put you in touch with somebody from the military

who can answer any further questions or concerns.

Yes, of course.

Now, there's a small matter that needs my attention.

Thank you very much for your time.

- Nice to see you. - Excuse me.

- Times. Lindgren. - Hey. It's Violeta.

Hey, V. What's up?

The president was evasive. That's to be expected.

Well, yes, I suppose.

At this point, I am almost certain

the CIA is involved with these guys.

I mean, how else will you explain why they are not being arrested?

What I still don't know is where my country pans out in this.

Are they helping or not?

I have to admit…

I'm afraid we're slipping back in time

to when the US did whatever they wanted to in Colombia.

Yeah, well, you may be on to something.

There may be dangerous times ahead, but you just keep digging, okay?

Hang in there, champ.

The famous Violeta Matíz.

You've been busy lately.

Are you tracking me?

I don't track you.

We get reports from the Colombian side. They track the shit out of you.

I'm writing about the American SF guys.

I know them, and I know what they're doing.

That sounds like an interesting story.

Yeah. It is.

They have help.

It's you, right?

Yeah. It's you.

Hey. So where we at?

Still waiting.

You decided what you wanna do?

We can't do that here. We need to be more remote.

I'll make it happen.

Copy that.

Listen, slight complication. Your mother-in-law's here.

What?

Give your mama some sugar.

Why are you here?

Well, you know, that's just what I said to you when you were born.

But you turned out all right.

I'm sorry, Mom, but... Listen, I don't understand.

What's to understand, son? You're here, Amber's here, my son-in-law is here.

When y'all left we were family. That hasn't changed, right?

Right.

Hey, don't worry about me, son, I can be useful.

I know, Mom.

I'm just saying, it'd be nice if you gave me a little heads-up, that's all.

I texted you, didn't I?

Jesus, everybody but me needs to be coddled all the time.

Thank you.

Okay.

- This is home. - Okay.

- Hi, Maggie. - Hi.

Come here.

Hi.

Roy, this is my mother-in-law,

Margaret Chesborough. Mom, Roy.

- Hi. - Extremely charmed to meet you, ma'am.

Roy works with Eric.

You must be thirsty. Can I get you a drink?

I suppose I would take a beer. If it's not too much trouble.

- And one for my son too. - No, thank you. I'm on the wagon.

Good for you, buster.

It won't last.

- Would you like a glass? - Thank you. No, this is great.

Right. Perfect.

Well, cheers, boys.

Cheers.

Oh, man.

All right. Bathroom's on the left.

There's a bad guy tied up in the bedroom on the right.

This is our bedroom. This is where we're gonna sleep.

What's all this?

It's a small arsenal.

What are you planning, son?

Amber was taken to a black site facility near the border of Venezuela.

I tracked her there but

it was very heavily guarded, and a straight-up extraction is tricky.

And the CIA isn't gonna help.

Well, there's a fucking surprise.

But Prince did find out

that the guy that runs the prison system in Venezuela has a younger brother.

So, we grabbed him and brought him here.

Straight-up hostage swap, then?

Yeah.

Then why all the hardware? That your plan B?

No, plan B is something else.

Look, Mom, I...

I gotta go run a little errand.

You gonna be okay?

Yeah. I need a little rest anyway.

Yeah, course. It's a long trip. You must be tired. All right.

Thank you.

Prince?

Hey, Roy. You seen Prince?

Yeah, he left already.

All right.

I'll see you later.

Okay.

You fancy watching some rugby?

Go, go, go! There we go.

There you go. Yes!

That's a try. Like a touchdown.

My team's playing after this game. The All Blacks.

They're all Black?

No, we wear the black jerseys.

- From New Zealand. - Okay.

But these guys are tough.

Very good.

…Argentinean defense. Here they go again.

Goes short to Samu that time, Beale.

On they come, Argentina. There's Tupou making another tackle.

Cleaned up by…

You know, I think I'm gonna go freshen up.

- Yeah. You go. I'll be here. - All right.

…having a chat with Jaco Peyper is all.

That's going on. Boffelli says, "Look, skit, I'll whip through the three."

We're off to the sheds.

And at the break, the Wallabies lead Argentina 15 points to 3.

Slipper looking to Tupou, then going himself.

How you doing?

Okey dokey.

Bang.

I'm gon' take a bath.

Enjoy!

Dragged down on the tackle of Mapimpi. But it's there for Perenara.

Change of tactics from Beauden Barrett.

Take the kick, take the kick.

…this match have come from tries and conversions.

The Springboks, 49% of their points have been coming from penalty goals.

So that says it all really.

Just over ten minutes remaining. And there's been a fair bit of space.

I...

Fuck.

Hey, Mom.

Goddamn great beer they have in this country. It's just delicious.

Yeah.

Mom.

You wanna tell me what happened here?

What happened?

I killed a guy.

Mom. I'm sending you home.

Plan B.

I always wanted his nod. You know, respect.

Maybe more than my old man.

He was fucking stingy with that. You know?

He had family?

Me and my dad were his family.

He loved Amber. He treated me differently after her.

Like, kid's a man now. He finally found a woman who will put up with him.

Then he died for her.

Then he died for her.

Well, this isn't over, man.

More people are gonna die.

Hi, Hugo. What's up?

Listen, V. I hate to make this call,

- but we can't publish your story. - What?

You wrote an incredible piece.

Obviously, we think you're an amazing journalist.

- Are you kidding me? Who killed it? - The truth? I don't know.

No, tell me. Who killed it?

Publisher wouldn't tell me. Did you poke the CIA?

Fuck.

I'm sorry. Good luck. Okay?

Fuck.

All right, buddy.

Step down.

Hi.

- What do we have so far? - Nothing.

This ain't the Four Seasons, I can tell you that.

- Hey, man. - Hey.

You're gonna need to hear this. Everyone is right where we want them.

Tariq is on edge 'cause he knows we're serious, and we have his brother.

Now, this shouldn't take much. Use a light touch.

I ain't doing any of it. You're the pro.

Don't believe everything you hear, man.

Especially when it's coming from other people at the Agency

who are just trying to cover their own asses.

Right. Well, let's just get it over with, shall we?

- How's this? - This is perfect.

I'll call Tariq. You get him warmed up.

- Hello. - Listen, I got your brother nearby.

He wants to talk to you. Wanna talk to him?

Here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna set the phone down right here.

I tried to simplify this for you, my brother.

What's going on?

Hello?

Hello?

Where the fuck's he going?

All right.

This is going the wrong way, Tariq.

Three of your men are dead.

I hope you're proud of yourself.

Kidnapping a harmless puppy like my brother and then torturing him.

Is this what they teach you in your Special Forces?

What you should be concerned about

is that this is only the beginning of what they teach us.

Either way, it will do you no good.

As far as Amber is concerned, my hands are tied.

- The decision is over my head now. - Bullshit.

You control the prisons, you control the facility.

You're Maduro's second in command. Everyone knows it. You can let her go.

You're wrong. You're hurting an innocent man for nothing.

We're just getting started.

I need you to agree

to let Amber go or this is gonna get far worse.

- Momo. - Tariq!

- Brother. Please. - Momo.

This is serious, brother.

They are animals.

I don't think you get it.

If I attach this wire, he's ruined. You understand what that means?

This is pointless. Don't you think I would release her if I could?

She means nothing to me at all.

But I cannot help her because your wife was spying for the CIA.

Part of their new school of the America's program.

You can pretend all you want, but you know this is true.

My brother. My brother is a foolish performer

- whose family has disowned him. - No, no, no.

I'm not the villain in this story, Eric. You are.

You have no idea how much of a villain I can be.

Tell me you'll let her go.

No, I will not let her go…

- Please! - …because I don't wish to.

- Please, brother. - Momo. Momo!

This is happening because you are a traitor.

I am not a traitor.

I have always been loyal to you and to the regime.

Please help me, forgive me.

What the fuck do you want, huh?

For the government and your brother to save your ass?

Is that what you want?

Well, no.

As far as I'm concerned, they can kill you like a dog.

I don't care how much you hate him.

He's still your brother. You think I don't know what that means?

I think that like every spoiled American, you think that everyone is just like you.

Don't test me! That's a mistake. I know what I am.

And I know what you are too, Eric. A rich, arrogant boy.

Had you come to me with just a small amount of humility or respect,

this could be different. But you are all the same.

You think you can frighten us into doing anything you want?

But now, Amber is going to rot in that prison

for the rest of her life.

And I will double, triple my forces surrounding it.

And I will let them do whatever they wish to her,

until she will be unrecognizable.

I'm not testing you, Eric. I'm beating you.

I will torture him, then I will kill him.

And then, then I'll come for you.

Yeah, and I will leave the door open.

- No, no. - Is this what you want, you motherfucker?

Please, don't.

- Eric! - What?

Momo.

Momo.

It's all right.

You're gonna be fine.

- Well, that didn't work. - Nope.

Well, we got here eventually.

I guess we go to war, then.

Yep.

I know you can do it.

You can jam comms from that black site back to the Venezuelan army.

Just scramble the radio for two hours.

First, I wanna talk about Medellín.

Please don't tell me that Mitch did that to help you.

Why else would he do it?

Do you really think that a guy at his level,

just below the seventh floor,

comes down here to help you with a kidnapping?

Who did you kidnap?

The brother of a minister who runs a black site, sure,

but that's not all. What else does he control?

He's got his fingers in the military, the presidency.

Think about the bigger picture.

Come on, let's walk.

I'm gonna hit this facility,

and I need you to jam their satellites and slow down the VZ air support.

I need two hours.

But what would it achieve?

- I'd get her out. - What else?

What is Mitch doing here?

And what will it serve if you jack up that minister?

If you do a cross-border raid?

Think about the history.

Go back 50 years.

United States Objectives and Programs for National Security, NSC 68.

The document that President Truman signed

made rolling back communism the single highest priority.

I mean, can you imagine how fucking hard that is?

Replacing left-wing leaders with right-wingers.

Military takeovers. Coups. Protect American business interests.

I mean, do you understand how invested we are down here?

It's a lifetime commitment.

We're the ones who did Argentina, Bolivia, Brazil, Chile, Costa Rica, Cuba,

Dominican Republic, Guatemala, Nicaragua, Paraguay, Panama and Venezuela.

The CIA's number one client is the CIA. Never forget that.

Mitch wants a war. The agency needs one,

- and you're gonna give it to them. - I don't care.

They don't give a shit if you live or die.

We're gonna do this cross-border operation.

We're gonna hit their black site.

Fuck up the cocaine, steal a prisoner.

It's an instigation. The Venezuelans will overreact.

They'll hit Colombia,

and it'll spiral into a low-intensity conflict.

Pretty soon, it's a war.

I don't give a fuck. I'm pretty good at war.

And how many Venezuelan lives are you willing to trade for your sister?

I don't know. How many you got? A million?

- It was a shitty question. - Yeah.

I'm sorry for the lecture.

I just needed to know that you were self-aware.

Listen, I'm not officially part of Mitch's program,

so I haven't been read into everything you've been doing for him.

But I have a job.

My op is a hostage rescue for my wife, and take down a black site.

- It's complicated and dangerous… - Okay.

…but it pays very well.

Need about 20 men total.

Now, how well do you men know the border?

Well enough to know if we are doing something on their side.

The Venezuelan army will be problem if they come.

Are you gonna give me the two hours?

No. The best I can do is 48 minutes.

Forty-eight minutes.

You have 48 minutes before Caracas receives word you're attacking.

Forty-eight minutes? That's the best you can do?

You gotta give me more time.

In 1970 on the way home from the moon landing,

an oxygen tank blew up on the Apollo spacecraft.

The crew found themselves 60 miles off course from planet Earth.

They were hurtling toward destruction.

Power was out. They had no navigation equipment.

When they calculated the fuel burn to readjust their flight path,

it came out to 14 seconds of burn time.

They had 14 seconds to save themselves.

Good luck.

Ten, nine, eight. Ignition sequence has started.

Six, five, four, three, two, one, zero.

We have commit, and we have liftoff at two-thirteen.

The Saturn V building up to 7.6 million pounds of thrust,

and it has cleared the... cleared the tower.