All language subtitles for Tom.Clancys.Jack.Ryan.S02E02.WEB.H264-STARZ

They got you on a flight out
early tomorrow.

You'll be back in D.C. by noon.

I'm not going.

Jack...

I'm not going till I find out
who did this.

Hey.

- Mike November. I'm the C.O.S.
- Jim Greer.

And this is Jack Ryan.

Hi. Sorry.

Mike?

You need to come see this
right away.

Help me.

His name is
Filiberto José Luiz Ramos.

He's a captain
in the National Police.

He was in charge
of the security detail

that escorted you
to the airport.

So what is he doing here?

Says his wife
and kids were murdered.

They tried to kill him,
but he got away.

How did he manage that?

His dog bit the guy, and he ran.

He stole a car
and drove straight here.

He wants asylum.

Doesn't trust
the Venezuelan government.

- Can't blame him there.
- Mike.

Asylum for what?

He thinks he knows who killed
Senator Moreno.

Tell us what you know.

We're all here.

You said you know something
about Senator Moreno's murder.

You want asylum?

Tell us.

Asylum for his mother, too.
She's very sick.

The assassination.
What happened?

A man he'd never seen before
came to him at the hospital

where his mother stays, uh...

blond hair, blue eyes,
spoke very good Spanish

- but with an accent.
- What kind of accent?

- European, maybe.
- What else?

Blue eyes knew
that he was a policeman.

He gave him about $3,000,
and he told him

to turn the senator's convoy
at a different exit

from the traffic circle.

You piece of shit.

He didn't know that anyone
was gonna be killed.

- He's very sorry.
- What the fuck did you think was gonna happen?

- It was a lot of money, and his mother was very sick.
- No, I don't fucking care.

President Reyes.
Was his name ever mentioned?

- No. No, no, no.
- Reyes.

Look at me. Look at me!

Ubarri. Ubarri,
was his name ever mentioned?

No, no. Nothing else.

That's it.

You okay?

Reyes did this.

Okay. You listen to me.

What we talked about
the other night, the Almeta,

the rocket launch
in the South China Sea,

there's something bigger
going on here, Jack.

Bigger than Reyes.

And we can both help each other.

This isn't T-FAD.

We do this, we do this together.

I can live with that.

Wait!

We need some of them alive.

Take him.

Goddamn. Beautiful day.

I'll be by tomorrow
to check the seal.

- Make sure you don't take her out till I do.
- Good stuff.

Uh, hey, Marcus, while you're
here and geared up and all,

you mind scraping the barnacles
off the hull?

I'll pay you cash.

Off the books.

Sure. Maybe when I'm done,
I can swab the deck

and take the trash out
for you, too.

Hey, I'm just asking.
No need to get sensitive, bud.

I fix the boats, I don't clean
them. Just so we're clear.

Well, all right.

Sorry, I thought
you could use the money, I...

Grams!

We're out here.

Old friend came to see you.

Bishop.
How's it going, man?

What are you doing here?

Do you mind if we head inside
and chat?

It's a little hot out here,
and these mosquitoes

are eating me alive.

Sweet tea, sweet blood,
as they say.

Excuse us, Mrs. Bishop.

Nice meeting you, Mr. Spicoli.

Oh, please, call me Jeff.

Two Purple Hearts,

Bronze Star, Navy Cross.

Damn.

That's an impressive bunch,
your family.

Is that your daddy?

So, Jeff, something
you wanted to talk to me about?

I need a boat driver.

Someone with a clean sheet

who can discreetly navigate
a river system,

get in and out of tight spaces
in shallow water,

do repairs on the fly.

Yeah, I-I tell you, I-I've done
a ton of amphibious assaults

with lots of different skippers.

You're the best.

Remember Operation Pit Viper?

Cambodia?

What? We rocked that bitch.

How's your Spanish?

You're wasting your breath.

And most importantly, my time.

- I'm done with all of that.
- Oh, look it, I'm-I'm not here

to try and reenlist you.

It actually works to my benefit
that you're not in.

Yeah, how's that?

Well, this is a...
"off the books" kind of job.

Yeah, well,
thanks, but no, thanks.

- I got a life here.
- Oh, absolutely.

Living with your grandma,
fixing the props

on rich people's yachts?
I'm sure you score

a ton of pussy.

Man, get the fuck
out of my house.

Well,

I hate to see talent wasted,
so I'm gonna give you 24

- to think about it...
- Just go.

And don't bother us anymore.

Thanks for the tea, Yvonne!

Bye, Jeff!

You looked happy.

- Hello?
- Jack, it's Mitch Chapin.

We're all sick about
what happened to Jimmy.

How are you holding up?

I'm... doing my best.

I'm sorry.

I know you two were close.

You get hurt?

Nothing major. I'll be fine.

Oh, thank God for that at least.

Listen, Jack, I know this
is probably the last thing

you want to think about
right now, but there are a lot

of people that are going
to want to talk to you

about what happened down there.

I can help walk you
through all that.

Come see me.

Well, I appreciate that,
Senator, I-I do.

I... I'm actually
still in Caracas.

I thought you would've come home
with... with Jimmy.

Well, there's a few things

I just need to follow up on
down here.

If you need anything,
you call me.

Any time.

Thank you, sir.

Like this?

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Sí.

What about his eyebrows?

Long? Dark? Thin?

Help you with something, bru?

- Yeah, I think I might be lost, actually.
- I'd say so.

I work for Valencia Coffee.
We had a shipment due in today

and it never showed,
so I thought...

Show me some fucking I.D.

Yeah.

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ,
there you are.

You're on the wrong
fucking boat.

I gave you the container ISO,
right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, so how hard can it be?

- Let's go.
- You're right.

I'm so sorry.
It's his first week.

Oy!

Bitch!

I.D.

"Oy, bitch"?

Stop.

What?

Enough.

Please.

You obviously know enough about
me, so you know I'm not stupid.

Fair enough.

Where do you want to begin?

I don't know, why don't we try
the whole name thing again?

Lee Klein.

Lee Klein?

And how do you know
how to do that, Lee?

I'm former KSK.

Jesus Christ.

I'm a private investigator now.

A wealthy German businessman
has gone missing.

The family went
to the government,

the government wants
to keep it quiet.

I don't understand
why you're following me.

The last cable he sent was from
the offices of Cinco Palmas.

What kind of business is he in?

On his card?

Pretty sure it says something
like "military consultant."

But you and I would say that he
sells toys to naughty children.

- Reyes?
- Yes.

- You think Reyes has him?
- I know so.

How?

'Cause my businessman doesn't
always play nice with others.

I was sorry to hear
about the senator.

You think Reyes is behind it.

Why the hell would you say that?

Well, the ticket on your desk
had you flying out today,

but yet, here you are.

I think we can
help each other, Jack.

- Help each other how?
- When you get Reyes,

you give me my businessman.

And why would I do that?

'Cause I'm giving you
your first move.

Nicolás was such a fool today.

Pissing off the Americans.

Gloria Bonalde...

No one knows this,
but we did some polling...

she's got a real chance.

Nicolás is blind...

to anything he doesn't
want to see.

You ought to be the one
leading this country.

Perhaps...

Nicolás is playing
a dangerous game.

He's afraid the Americans
will find out...

and when Nicolás is afraid...

he makes mistakes.

That's what he has you for.

He isn't the man he used to be.

He's blinded by his own power.

This proves Reyes killed Jimmy.

He knew we were getting close.

How much
did this recording cost?

Just, uh, sharing whatever intel
we get from it.

Sharing with who?

Where did you get this?

It's a confidential source.

It's a confidential source?

I'm the goddamn C.O.S.

Yeah, well,
I'm not stationed here.

Here, let me guess.

Five foot five,
dark hair, blue jacket.

- What are you talking about?
- The girl at the hotel.

- She was working him.
- Okay.

We're after the same thing.

Yeah, I bet you were.

Who does she work for?

BND.

- She told you that?
- No.

But when she showed up
out of nowhere on a ship,

- I figured I'd give the Berlin office a call.
- Jesus, Jack.

You slept with a foreign agent

and you made a deal with her
to trade intel.

Well, technically, those are two
separate incidents, but yeah.

- You trusted a goddamn spy.
- The Germans are our allies.

Situationally.

Listen, this business
isn't about trust,

it's about intelligence.

And she can be an asset.

You realize I have
an obligation to report this.

Mike, she gave this to us so we
would have leverage on Ubarri.

And not only that, the BND,

they don't want
their fingerprints on this.

They can't lean on people
the way we can.

So what, you guys want to take
a run at Ubarri with us?

I say we use it to create
dissension in the ranks.

Let's put Ubarri
on the chopping block.

Uh, recruit him and then get him
to flip on Reyes.

That's a fair trade.

All right.

Fine. No more surprises.

Your wife has chosen these
for the tablecloths and napkins.

The color difference is very
subtle. She said you could pick.

What do you think, Miguel?

I like them both.

Always the perfect politician!

That one.

Excellent choice, Mr. President.

Can you believe all this?

When we were 15, we were
living on rice and beans.

What's the matter?

Why didn't I know about Moreno?

Know what?

It was reckless.

You should've known
the whole world would blame us.

The world's not blaming us.

They're blaming me.

When the real killers
are brought to justice,

they'll all look like fools.

I'm sure you're right.

But the police captain in charge
of Moreno's security...

he turned himself into
the U.S. Embassy last night.

I see you've changed your minds.

You did the right thing
for your families.

Get them cleaned up and fed.

- You guys married?
- Divorced.

Single.

All right, great talk.

What about you?

Yeah, divorced, twice.

Same woman.

Wow.

You just didn't
learn your lesson

the first time, or...?

Heart wants
what the heart wants.

Who's the lucky lady?

Lisa Calabrese.

Formerly Lisa November.

The ambassador?

Yeah.

Nice.

Right?

She's a formidable woman,

you know?
They're hard to find.

Well, that sounds like
you're not over her,

so why not go for the hat trick?

I-I've thought about it.

Well, you know what they say,

there's power in threes.

Shit.

Goal!

So?

This is more complicated
than I thought.

I can tow it and fix it at my
garage a few kilometers away.

You can't fix it here?

Not unless you're hiding
a hydraulic lift.

All right, let's go.

You can wait in the office.

Won't take long.

Motherfuckers.

Quiet.

Put your arms up.

What the fuck you do that for?

It's always good to have
a picture of your buddies

from the CIA.

Plant the seed of doubt...

and its roots will grow deep.

Sit down.

- Fuck you.
- Now we know he speaks English.

Think he knows
more than two words?

- Fuck you, too.
- That's three.

I told you...

to sit down!

Asshole!

Mr. Bastos, you're here
because we wanted you

to listen to something.

Nicolás was such a fool today.

Pissing off the Americans.

Gloria Bonalde...

No one knows this,
but we did some polling...

she's got a real chance.

Nicolás is blind...

to anything he doesn't
want to see.

You ought to be the one
leading this country.

Perhaps...

We thought, as Reyes's head
of security, this information

might be valuable to you.

You're good to go.

- Hi.
- Sorry, wrong floor.

Drink?

Yes, please.

So, um, did you play
the tape for Ubarri?

For Bastos actually.

Oh, smart.

That will put Ubarri's back
against the wall.

Oh.

- Good. Glad you approve.
- Thank you.

Harry.

Your real name's
Harriet Baumann,

and I would assume
that your German businessman

is BND, too.

Please, for the next
few moments, why don't we just

tell the truth.

His name is Max Schenkel.

He disappeared two months ago.

BND gave me one chance to find
him and bring him back alive.

And what's he doing in Caracas?

I don't know.

Okay, let's keep playing.

Why were you surveilling us
at the hotel?

The recording mentioned Reyes
meeting a U.S. senator.

I thought something big
was going on and maybe our agent

- got caught up in it.
- Well, that explains why you

were targeting me at the bar,
but if you knew who I work for,

then why would you
give me the tape?

'Cause I need the CIA's help.

Just ask.

If I reached out directly

and made this a joint operation,
then CIA's rules

would apply to Max's capture,
which means that...

We could kill him.

Yeah.

It sounds like this is not
someone you want dead.

No, I don't.

Okay, well, going forward,
I suggest we work together

to try and bring him in alive.

Pretty sure I told you
to go away.

You did.

- So why are you here?
- 'Cause I love tacos, man.

There's a great place just down
the road from you, La Chiquita.

Man, if you haven't
checked it out, you should.

What is that, man?

Why don't you open it up
and find out.

That's 15 grand.

You get another 15
when the job's done.

I told you I wasn't interested.

All right.

I can make it 40, 20 and 20.

But that's as high
as I'm gonna go.

Take it or leave it.

You washed out of BUD/S,
and you finished out your career

as a dirty boat driver.

So you didn't become a SEAL.

Big fucking whoop. 90% of the
people who give it a shot fail.

But there is a world
of difference

between getting shot at,

blown up, and doing
flutter kicks on the beach

while some jackass
with a fucked-up haircut

screams at you.

I have seen you handle yourself

under pressure, Marcus.

And when people needed you
in order to survive,

you showed up.

So from where I'm sitting,
you have a lot more in common

with your daddy
than you may think.

Plane leaves at 0600.
MacDill. X-Ray Hangar.

And I'm not asking you
a third goddamn time.

See you around, Bishop.

- How's your hand?
- It's fine.

Look, I don't know why Reyes
requested this meeting,

but it is gonna go smoothly.

We're already sitting on
a powder keg, so neither you,

nor you are gonna fuck this up.

Formidable.

Mr. President, this is
Dr. Jack Ryan, whom you met,

and this is Mr. Greer.

Are you with the
State Department, too?

Sure am. I'm his boss.

You'll have to excuse me,

but it's my daughter's
quinceañera today.

- Big day.
- Yes, it is, indeed.

Please, have a seat.

I'm very sorry you lost
your senator...

and your friend.

However...

I have some news today
that I hope you will appreciate.

I have made it my top priority

to bring those responsible
to justice,

and we have.

The murderers were part
of a radical group

called Fuerzas Armadas
de Liberación.

Leftist radicals long opposed
to the United States.

So, two days ago,
they took matters

into their own hands.

But yesterday, our forces

raided their camp, and we found
the police uniforms

and the explosives they used
for their attack.

Four of them were killed
in the raid,

and the other two confessed,

and they will spend
the rest of their lives

in a Venezuelan prison.

As a gesture of respect,
I wanted to share the news

with you first.

And now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to attend

my daughter's party.

Mr. President.

Mrs. Ambassador.

Señor.

Dr. Ryan...

I am very sorry for your loss.

I know you and Jimmy
were very close.

I know you killed him.

Again, my condolences.

Miguel, you have a moment?

Is everything okay?

Our American friends
have bugged your home.

They're listening
to everything you say.

Tomorrow we'll discuss
what to do.

Of course.

Okay, I got to know.

- What?
- What'd you say to Reyes?

- I told him I know he killed Jimmy.
- No, seriously.

Seriously.

Mike.

Hey, sorry I missed your call.
What's up?

Yeah, listen.
Filiberto, he said

the man who killed his family
was bit by a dog, right?

Yeah. So?

Which arm was it?

Hang on.

Left. Why?

All right, listen, I just came
from the palace,

and I saw Mateo Bastos.

He had an injury
on his left arm.

Show Filiberto his picture,

and call me back.

Ladies and gentlemen...

it's time for
the cherished tradition...

signifying to all the world
that this young girl...

is now a woman!

Please give her a round
of applause!

Talk to Filiberto.

Shit.

Give me the goddamn key!

When's the last time
you checked on him?

Shit.

Get a doctor. Go!

What the fuck?

- Greer!
- Ryan?!

- Ryan!
- I'm okay. Go!

Move!

Shit.

Move!

Whoa.

You hit?

- Look at me. Where are you hit?
- No, I'm fine.

- Where were you hit?
- No, get off me.

Get the fuck off me!

What happened?

He got away.

Did he get into a car?
Where'd he go?

I didn't see anything.
He got away!

Listen, man, are you all right?

I'm fucking peachy.

I tried calling.
Are you okay?

Do you recognize him?

Is this Max?

Is it Max?

Yes.

All right, last chance.

Tell me the truth.

The truth.

Okay.

I was in boarding school
in England when I met Max.

I was 17.

Max brought me into KSK.

After that.

We were running an operation
in Afghanistan.

Mistakes were made.

My mistakes.

A lot of people died
that shouldn't have.

Max took all the blame.

He protected me.

The higher-ups forced him out,

and we were both offered
a soft place to land at BND.

And then he left.

And why'd he do that?

He didn't just go
fucking missing, did he?

Why did he leave, Harry?

I know what he's doing now
is bad,

but I can't forget
what he did for me back then.

He kills people for money.

But you knew that.
Didn't you?

Because Jimmy's murder
had Max's fingerprints

all over it, didn't it?

And you knew.

And you said nothing.

Now my friend is dead.

Do you know where
Max is right now?

Do you know where he is?

I don't know.

I have no reason to believe you.

And even less reason
to trust you.

Jack. Jack...