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Clear.

Clear! BURK: Clear!

Vulture, this is Cobra.

Vulture, this is Cobra, over!

Vulture, nothing heard.
I send in the blind.

- Cellar's secure. Just the one door.
- It'll make for a decent hideout.

Vulture, this is Cobra, do
you copy? Verify position, over!

Damn it! Where
the hell are they?

They must've run into
trouble exfiling the HVT.

No one saw this coming.

The Jamaicans won't be
able to hold out much longer.

- If we don't get off this island soon...
- How the hell did Gustavo know

- we were here?
- Maybe he didn't.

If Gustavo didn't come here
for us, he came to invade.

Which means he brought an army.

No, I do not think
we're losing this war.

We're at a stalemate.

The line is holding here

at the Tropic of Cancer.
And in my opinion...

Last Thursday, two
US Navy patrol ships,

the USS Cyclone
and the USS Firebolt,

defended Nassau from
a covert landing attempt

by Gran Colombian troops.

A joint operation did occur yesterday
between the Marines and the Army.

A testament to our training,
our tactical superiority,

and, frankly,

the resolve of our armed
forces and those of our allies.

We encourage everyone to stay vigilant.
And please, obey all blackout rules.

The answer to your question
is yes, I am back full-time.

But let me be clear.
I'm not running the war.

I'm a team player,
and I'm here to serve

at the pleasure of the
Commander-in-Chief.

This group here is
the best and brightest,

and I'm proud to
stand with them.

Now, I can't promise
the fight won't be hard,

and I can't say it'll
end any time soon.

But I can say with
absolute certainty,

we will prevail.

You did a hell of a job getting our
weapons systems back online, Ensign.

Thank you, sir.

Any update on the virus?

I traced the second
part of the virus,

the one that did all the damage,

to an Internet cafe
in Medellin, Colombia.

- No surprises there.
- Not really.

I've been able to create an algorithm
to monitor all traffic out of the region

to any cell tower or
Internet portal in our region.

It's all thanks to Alisha.

Commander Granderson.

Son, you couldn't have
prevented what happened to Alisha.

I was almost there, sir.

If I was able to
test her card earlier,

- I could have just...
- Could've what?

Figured out that her live-in
girlfriend was a mole for Gustavo?

No, that woman
had everyone fooled.

But we're onto her now,
thanks to you and Alisha.

She can't make a move
without us finding her.

That's right, sir.

Losing friends is
what makes war war.

We honor them by continuing to
fight, so we don't lose anyone else.

- Yes, sir.
- You're doing your part.

Thank you, Admiral.

Yes, I know it's not working.
I'm heading there now.

- Hey.
- It's looking good, Mike.

Getting there.

- Amazing what a good nose job will do.
- And the Michener?

She'll be carrying as many Marines
as we can muster in a few weeks' time.

US Navy may be
down, but we're not out.

Damn right.

Besides, not the
ships that count.

It's the warriors they carry.

Five-zero-three, roger.

Yeah, say again,
I can't hear you.

Vulture, this is Cobra.
Come in, Vulture!

It's not letting up.

Well, we got two hammers, a
machete... and a shitload of rum.

Vulture, this is Cobra. Over!

We should E and E out
of here and find our boys.

No way! Gustavo's got
too many men out there.

Better to go straight for extract
Alpha, hope Vulture's already there.

- And if they're not?
- Cross that bridge.

Cobra, Vulture. Do you copy?

Yeah, we copy!

What's your goddamn whiskey?

We ran into trouble. The
Jamaicans' line... crumbling.

Yeah, we know.

We ducked into a hideout,

a rum cellar six mikes
east of the compound.

Can you make it?

Affirmative. We're on our way.

And the high-value target?

Vulture, do you copy?

The high-value target?

Dr. Manuel Montano,

Gustavo's chief war
strategist, author of Plan Azul.

My team just received
intel from the rebels

that Montano's in Jamaica.

All right, why Jamaica?

They've been aggressively
neutral since the war started.

Gustavo must have sent
Montano to show them his plans,

try to get them
to join his side.

Maybe they're already
considering flipping.

I met Montano once at
a conference pre-plague.

He's a brilliant
tactical theorist.

If you hadn't stolen Plan Azul,

we'd most likely be
in full retreat by now.

Word is he's
working on a sequel.

Mr. President, Montano could be
the key to breaking the stalemate.

Now, assemble a team,
extract Montano from Jamaica,

find out what he knows.

I'll lead the team myself.

I know the man. I can
get him to talk to me.

You could talk to him
once he's on US soil.

We do it in Jamaica, sir,

Gustavo won't have to
know we have his man.

That'll buy us time.

We could break the
stalemate with Gran Colombia

before they have a chance
to change their war plans.

Give us the room.

I keep expecting Alisha to walk in
here with that big smile of hers and...

Three months, and they're
no closer to catching her killer.

You mean her fiancée.

Meylan has NCIS
scouring the country for her.

She won't get away with this.

Sometimes bad people do.

There's a full-on war
happening out there...

And I'm not a part of it.

I went back on active duty
to fight this thing until the end,

and it's three months.

Three months, and
I'm still pushing papers.

I mean, we gotta make a move.

You need to come see Frankie.

Use the time while
you're still home.

Yeah. Yeah, I will.

You've only seen him twice.
He knows you're around.

- I know.
- How am I supposed to explain that

to a five-year-old?

You're his father, Danny.

Please, don't turn me
into the bad guy here.

- But we keep having this conversation...
- You're not the bad guy, I know that.

I'll come see him.

I promise.

What was that about?

POTUS doesn't want
me going after Montano.

I'm a symbol of
the war effort now.

He thinks it's too dangerous.

And what did you say to that?

I said he was right.

- Give me a hand.
- I got him. Here.

- You guys okay?
- We're fine.

What's wrong with him?

He took a bullet. Put
him down over here.

Gustavo's men are
taking the island.

Salem Beach is blown.

That was our extract.

Not anymore.

You've done this 35 times?

Give or take.

You nervous, little brother?

Hell no.

They're here!

Everyone, they're here!

Come on in, come on in.

- Well, aren't you boys a sight!
- Afternoon, ma'am. Miss Abbott.

Charlene.

You gentlemen are far more
handsome than your photos,

if that's even possible.

Right this way, let's not
keep your fans waiting.

The Southern Women's
Society has been working hard

to set up this
function for y'all.

There are some
deep pockets here,

and everyone just wants to
do their part for the war effort.

We are grateful, ma'am,
and we're honored to be here.

Oh, we're just
thrilled to have you.

All right, y'all, gather round.

Let's show these fine
fellows from the Nathan James

some good Southern hospitality.

Where the hell are we?

Forget where are
we. When are we?

Just smile and be who
they want you to be.

Every dollar raised
is another sailor fed,

and another shell
in the five-inch.

It's such an honor to meet a
true American hero, Commander.

Well, thank you, ma'am.

And thank you for all
you do for the cause.

Of course!

I am amazed.

I mean, you all have saved
the world three times now.

How on earth do you do it?

Nothing special
about any of us, sir.

Just following the training
provided by your United States Navy.

Just happened to be, uh, in
the right place at the right time.

Well, I've missed
the last few wars.

Would've signed up
for this one, bad knees.

God, I really
wanted to be in it.

Edmund, go make a donation.

Don't mind Edmund.

He's got chickens in the
yard, if you know what I mean.

Do you miss being
out at sea, son?

I'm just happy to do my part,
ma'am, wherever that may be.

Oh, I bet you're happy
to be at home for a spell,

sleeping in your own bed,
wearing a set of clean underwear.

Yes, ma'am, I sure am.

Tell me, to whom
do I write the check?

Oh, the US War Bonds
Department. Thank you, ma'am.

Now, where is that checkbook?

Let me help you
with that, Grandma.

Oh. Thank you.

Hi.

Hello.

Courtney Ann,

you didn't offer our
guest any of our sweet tea.

Mother.

Oh, thank you, ma'am.

Pegasus two-eight-eight,
Vulture, extract Alpha's been blown.

Must divert to Bravo.
Do you copy? Over.

So we got peaches,
tomatoes, beans,

and enough rum to throw
one hell of a victory party.

Oh, snap! Is that rhubarb?

Hey, there.

Hey, buddy.

Hey.

Come in, Pegasus
two-eight-eight. This is Vulture, over.

Reading you now,
Vulture. Adjusting course.

New coordinates,
extract Bravo, over.

We got 40 minutes
to get him moving,

less if the Jamaicans
can't hold the line.

But we still don't
have a clear path out.

I'm not going anywhere.

And I'm not saying anything!

Looks infected.

- He might not live, sir.
- He'll live.

We got things to talk about.

- Hey!
- Harder!

- Hey!
- Harder!

Keep it going! Harder, harder!

Come on, let's go. I
said harder! Harder!

Much more than this!

How do you feel?

I'm good. It's pretty good.

You're more than good.
You are a weapon, baby.

Nothing can stop you.

Not with you around, anyway.

Daddy, do you see me?

Yeah, I see you, bud.

I thought Clay already
swept Alisha's laptop.

Six times.

The woman can't just disappear.

What about her sister,
huh? Anyone talk to her?

She hasn't heard
from Kelsi in years,

which I guess makes sense.

God. Danny, I let
that girl babysit for me.

Yeah, well, it just goes to show,
you never really know people.

Frankie!

Give me that.

- Mama!
- It's okay, sweetie. It's okay.

We'll find Montano here,

an old resort two klicks
south of Runaway Bay.

Our intel suggests he's traveling
without security under an assumed name.

The Jamaican Defense
Force has agreed

to help infil you to the
target, then get you out again.

They're our allies on this.

Okay.

We drop the team here,
short swim from the beach.

If the Jamaicans keep that
clear, we'll set extract Alpha here.

Good. We'll put Bravo here,
but let's hope we don't need it.

Worse comes to worst,

we have a forward
operating Marine base in Haiti

with three Super-Stallions
packed up and ready to move.

Helos, good.

Ash?

Ash, wait.

Where are you going?

If you didn't have time to see
me, you should've just told me.

- I've been here for an hour and a half.
- I know, I'm sorry.

It won't be much longer.

You hungry? I can have someone
run down to the commissary.

Dad, it's fine.

Okay.

I'll be done here soon.

I'll see you at home.

We gotta move
now. How's Montano?

We're gonna have
to carry him out.

Fever's down, but he's out cold.

Last report from the Jamaicans

had an enemy QRF
coming in from the west.

I recommend this route to Bravo.

Vulture, this is Pegasus,
requesting a sit-rep, over.

Roger that, Pegasus.
We're ten minutes out, over.

Pegasus, do you copy?

Stand by, Vulture, stand by.

We're picking up three
contacts approaching our PIM.

Pegasus, report, over!

Vulture, incoming
torpedo! We took a hit!

Marine FOB Haiti,

this is Vulture requesting
emergency extract from our location.

Send the helo.

Burk!

Shit!

Burk's hit!

Hang on, buddy. I got you, I
got you. It's okay. Okay? Hold on.

Is it bad?

No, man. It ain't bad.

It ain't bad at all, all
right? You're gonna be fine.

I can feel something.
I think it's metal.

It's the slug. You
gotta dig it out.

Green.

All right, this isn't
gonna feel good.

- It's fine.
- You're gonna be fine,

but it's time to cowboy up.

Now, Miller. Use your finger.

- Oh...
- I'm sorry, man.

Got two slugs here,

then again in the stomach,
fourth one, scuffed my thigh.

Yeah, I've, uh, had
a few close calls.

I took one in the
Kevlar, knock wood.

It's nothing too serious.

This bastard came
over to read me last rites,

and he got one in the spine.

I guess you didn't want
me going to heaven alone.

I was afraid you might get lost.

Might have.

Go ahead, touch it.

Can you feel that?

Yeah. Of course I can.

Come here, let me
tell you a little secret.

I'm a superhero.

Whoa.

Shh.

War has a flavor the
protected will never taste.

Mmm.

They look at the Purple Hearts,

and they talk about valor.

They don't wanna hear
about the guilt, the nightmares,

or the 30 years of
headaches that come with it.

Yeah, my dad fought in
Vietnam, did three tours.

Sixth Marines, Con
Thien, Mekong, Cambodia.

Man, I used to hear him
up at all hours of the night,

just pacing the house,
pacing the house.

Whenever I asked him about it,

you know, he'd
never say nothing.

Now you know why.

Your old man kept his
mouth shut because he knew

you weren't there, you
couldn't understand.

Amen to that.

She's pretty.

Yeah, she was.

It must've been hard for
you out there, all alone,

not knowing what was
going on back here.

I can't imagine it was any
tougher than it was for you.

It was quick for some.

My dad survived the longest.

After my brothers died, he just
hung on, sleeping in the guesthouse.

The hardest part
wasn't losing him,

it was watching him
get sicker and sicker

and not being able to go to him.

We used signs, uh, made from old
cardboard boxes to talk to each other.

One morning, I went outside,

and there he was, on the
porch, just standing there.

Virus took his mind and...

he was suffering so
much, so my mom...

Took out the shotgun and...

And then you got sick.

But then you came back
with the cure, just in time.

Anyway, I didn't mean
to take up all your day

with my Gothic
stories of the plague...

but you should know...

I understand your pain.

And even if you're
thinking you're all alone,

you're not.

It's probably time for dessert.

Okay.

See that?

Told you you'd make it.

I'm gonna call him Rhubarb.

Miller, you keep that
rodent away from me.

Gunfire's getting closer.

They must have broken
through the line at Grand Bahia.

Gustavo's army will
be all over us in no time.

Helos left Haiti at 0330.

We should be hearing
from them soon.

I was gonna wait till we
were on the flight home,

but it looks like we
got a couple minutes,

so let's take some time.

You're the architect of
Gustavo's war machine.

What's the sequel to Plan Azul?

Haiti? Puerto Rico? Bahamas?

I fight for the Latin
American people,

so that we will no longer be
dependent on the whims of the north.

- Now you sound like your boss.
- You're a man of war, Admiral.

And a professor,
as I understand.

You tell me.

How many invasions,
bombings, coups,

CIA black ops and other interventions
does it take before people push back?

America's not your enemy.

America is a continent,
not a country, Admiral.

Learn that,

maybe you'll
understand la revolución.

Gustavo's not a revolutionary.

He's not fighting
to right old wrongs.

He's a strongman
and an opportunist,

and he's killed more of
your people than ours.

I did not say I support Gustavo.

You're not in Jamaica
guarding Gustavo's secrets.

You're running away.

Yes, Admiral.

In another of the great
post-plague ironies,

one of the great strategists
of war has become a pacifist.

The first time I heard him
speak was in his hometown.

A little place called Rubi.

He was a man of
humble beginnings,

speaking of hope and belonging.

Listening to Tavo
was a revelation.

He put words to the pain and the
shame of the South American experience,

all we'd been
feeling for so long.

The plans we made together

were going to do great good.

So what changed?

Tavo changed.

Or he stopped hiding
his true intentions.

And it wasn't just
rebels being killed.

It was whole villages,

anyone who fed
into Tavo's paranoia.

You can only see a child be
burned alive so many times

before you question
your part in it all.

You know his next moves.

Help me stop him,
help me end this.

If I help you...

will it save my nation?

If you don't, will your
nation still be worth saving?

If I join you...

I'm still an
instrument of death.

The only difference is
the person delivering it.

Vulture, this is
Scorpion one-three, over.

The Marines are here!

Scorpion, this is Vulture. Are
you in position to extract? Over.

Negative, Vulture.

Scorpion one-two has gone
down over enemy territory.

We just lost contact
with one-six. It's too hot.

We're returning to base.
Expect return at 0930.

Order extract three
klicks south of Alpha. Over.

Scorpion one-three, we
have a high-value package

that requires immediate
evac. Please advise. Over.

Copy, Vulture.

We're dropping CRRC nine
klicks west of your whiskey. Over.

No. Scorpion one-three,

drop location is deep
behind enemy lines. Over.

Roger, Vulture, it's the best we
can do. Scorpion one-three out.

By the sound of it,

whatever I say will not
matter much anyway.

We need that CRRC.

Well, it's the opposite
direction of the open beach,

and it's too dangerous for us
all to go, especially carrying him.

I'll go.

I'll get the CRRC to the beach
and then come back here.

We all go together.

- I'll go with.
- No, mate.

Frankie needs his dad.

Come on, we're looking at an army
of heavily armed assholes out there,

- and your leg's...
- Is a little stiff is all.

It just needs some working in.

Good luck.

Sir.

Come on.

Let's go. Come on.
Come on, come on.

I got it.

Ow!

Ash, you okay?

I'm fine. It's not that bad.

Come back to the table. Let's
at least keep talking about this.

There's nothing left to say.

Come on, guys. You can't
end this conversation like this.

There's no conversation to have.

- Why do you have to be such a bitch?
- Sam.

- What? We're only home for a few...
- Yeah, well, at least I'm honest.

- Yeah, since when?
- I'm not the one who told my new school

my last name was "Jerome"!

What the hell, Ash? Shut up!

You did that, buddy?

It's a lot of pressure
being Tom Chandler's kid.

- You knew about this?
- It wasn't my place to say anything.

How am I suddenly a
stranger in my own home?

When haven't you
been a stranger?

The two of you, you're
like these war machines.

Everything is this
mission for you.

So you are mad about what
happened in Southcom today.

You are unbelievable.

- I'm gonna eat in the kitchen.
- Sit down.

I came home from
work to see you.

I just want one peaceful dinner.

I'm trying to be here for you.

And it shows.

You shouldn't have to try, Dad.

When you're here, you're
miserable, and everyone knows it.

I need a bandage.

- Here, let me.
- I got it.

How's the neck?

Eh...

Looks like you earned
yourself another medal.

Yeah.

For valor, huh?

Miller and Wolf
should be back by now.

We're running outta time. If
the sun comes up, game's over.

I never liked rum.

We're gonna have to move
soon. How do you feel?

I'm sick.

I'm sick of war.

Sometimes war is the
only way to keep the peace.

You heard my lecture?

We used to share that theory.

I'm not so sure of it anymore.

Sometimes I think peace

is the awkward
pause between wars.

Maybe peace

is the time for the world
to reload its weapons.

And you,

you look different than
the first time we met.

Older.

No.

That is not it.

You are haunted.

Or maybe hunted.

This is what war
has done to you.

Doctor, this isn't about me.

My country's not
perfect. I am not perfect.

I can't promise you
there'll be no more killing.

But if you agree to help me...

maybe we can find real peace.

Now I understand why
Gustavo hates you so much.

Promise me,

soldier to soldier,

end this quickly.

Whatever is hunting you,

I pray it never finds you.

Coming in!

The good news,
we have an extract.

- And the bad?
- Expect company.

CRRC's on the beach
about a mile from here.

- That's a long way to carry him, sir.
- We gotta try.

- Too late! They're here.
- Wolf, Green, on the door.

Miller, with Burk.

Come here, buddy. It's okay.

Yeah, there you go.

I'm gone, she's mad,
I'm here, she's mad.

I don't know how
to make her happy.

You just need to be a
little more patient with her.

She just wants a normal life.

And who doesn't?

I just feel like all I do
is make things worse.

Ash.

Ashley, come back here.

Rhubarb!

Jesus, Ash, what is it you
want? I'm doing the best...

Turn around and talk to me!

Move it!

- You're not listening to me!
- Ashley, what are you doing?

You are not listening!
You're not listening!

Was that necessary?

I just don't know what
it is you're telling me!

What are you telling me?

- You are nuts! You are a hypocrite!
- I'm a hypocrite?

You're mad at me
because I provide for you?

- Just, Dad, I can't...
- I don't have that choice!

I don't have that luxury!

You are a hypocrite!
I want a dad!

I don't have that luxury!

Get back here,
I'm talking to you!

- Come back here, Ashley, and tell me...
- I don't have to! You're not...

- Grenade!
- Drop!

Mom knew it, too! She
knew you hated being home.

You were never happy unless
you were on your damn ship!

I'm sorry I'm the one
you got stuck with.

I'm sorry your mom died!

And you weren't here.

Montano's dead. We
gotta move. On me.

Ashley.

Ashley.

You don't belong here.

You belong out there.

Five years of plague,
famine, and war

have brought this
country together

in a way not seen since
the Second World War.

In a population laid low,

tens of thousands have
volunteered their time, their passion,

their lives.

Looks like Cuba's not as
hopeless as we thought.

According to Dr. Montano,

there's a rebellion forming under
a man who goes by "El Gallo."

That name mean
anything to anyone?

We had heard rumors about an
anti-Gustavo movement in Cuba,

but nothing confirmed.

Probably intentional.

El Gallo wouldn't want
Gustavo to see him coming.

But Montano knew about them.

Do you think he kept
that from his boss?

I do.

Montano preferred
stalemate over slaughter.

Well, even if this
intel is correct,

El Gallo and his men are
still vastly outnumbered

by Gustavo's forces in Cuba.

Not if they have backup.

If we work with the rebels,
take control of the island,

we can use it as
a staging ground.

Install troops, planes, ships.

From there, Panama and
Colombia are within striking distance.

We take Cuba,

we can win this war.

And Dr. Montano
just gave us the key.

This is Daddy's tool.

Very sharp.

But it can be used to
make really cool stuff.

Like this.

See?

And when you get older,

you can have a knife, too.

Okay?

Wow.

I'm getting the bad guys, Daddy.

You sure are, pal.

Hi there.

Hi yourself.

You got any more
of that sweet tea?

I think I might.

So, we'll come
visit for the Fourth.

That'd be cool. There's this huge
fireworks show up in Forest Park.

Oh, that's awesome.

- Pack your summer clothes?
- Yeah.

Rain gear? Spring in
St. Louis is always wet.

- I've got that, too, Dad.
- All right.

Call me if you need anything.

I love you, Dad.

I love you, too, baby.

Ash?

Stay safe.

I want you to stay
safe, too, Dad.

But more than that...

I want you to find peace.

Wait, wait, wait,
this freaking mouse!

- A mouse!
- I never saw anything like it.

Miller was in love!

You didn't see
this little guy, sir.

Okay, he was so
perfect and innocent.

- What, was he your little buddy?
- Beauty and the beast.

- Oh, come on!
- I think I'm gonna cry. I can't...

In my life.

Hey, there he is!

Hail the conquering hero.

- Don't let me interrupt.
- Grab a cold one.

We got, what, grape soda
and what is that, cherry cola?

- Cherry.
- Cherry.

- Cherry cola.
- Don't mind if I do.

So, finish the story. What
happened to the mouse?

Okay, so Rhubarb
escapes out of the cage

right when we get under fire,
okay? Bullets are flying around me,

- and there he goes.
- "Rhubarb"?

- Rhubarb?
- That's what I'm telling you.

What? Hey, that's his name.

I'm telling you, that little
varmint, he made it out of there.

He's a survivor.

- To Rhubarb.
- To Rhubarb.

- To Rhubarb.
- To Rhubarb.

English -SDH