All language subtitles for Chaos s01e08 Core Fortitude.eng

I'm Agent Rick Martinez.

Let me be the first
to welcome you to the CIA.

And this is the story of America's
great house of spies.

You've heard of office politics?

Ours come with poison pills
and guns.

Spy trap.

I knew this was going
to be a fiasco.

I've been assigned
to a special covert unit,

conceived to go
where others can't, and to do

what others won't, whether the
mission's authorized or not.

We each have our own
special skill, Martinez.

I lead, Billy charms people,

Casey hurts people,
and you translate.

We are the ODS,
last of the old-school spies.

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Oh. I'm gonna have
to look inside that box.

Oh. Okay. Uh,

it's just a bunch of
pictures and things.

To decorate my desk.

Who's Rocket Rick?

Oh, that's me.

I pitched a no-hitter back

when I played
in the Modesto Peewee League.

They let me keep the game ball.

You signed it to yourself?

I was eight.

Uh, I don't know you.

Oh. I'm new.

I'm Rick.
Rick Martinez.

Rocket Rick Martinez.

I'm committing it to memory.

I'll have
the three-egg-white omelet.

Would you like
to order something?

No. I've already
ordered breakfast.

So, what's next up?

This is the Afgooye Refuge Camp.

The Islamic militant group,
Al-Shabaab,

has been staging raids,
rocket attacks,

on the camp,
targeting civilians.

Heartbreaking, but what
makes it a CIA concern?

Three dead Americans.

They were pulled
from their tents

and executed last
week by Al-Shabaab,

who accused them
of being U.S. spies.

They weren't.

We've been working very hard
to try and find out

who's been selling weapons
to Al-Shabaab...

in violation
of the U.N. embargo,

but haven't had
much luck till now.

N.G.A. satellites spotted this
tanker beached off the coast

of Namibia last
week, and as of yet,

no one has reported
the tanker missing.

Which leads you to suspect
that it's hauling weapons.

I take it, you'd like a
look inside that ship?

This may be our one
and only chance

to find out who is selling
weapons to Al-Shabaab.

I want our best men on the
tanker in less than 12 hours.

Who do we have available?

The ODS.

Who else do we
have available?

Ready to fly, with their level
of expertise and experience?

No one.

Look, everyone.

New guy's screwing up again.

What?

You should never display
personal items in the office.

It exposes you
to potential compromise.

What about the picture
on Casey's desk?

Came with the frame.

Yes?

Uh-huh.

Just Rick?

I'll send him up.

Director would like to see you.

Why?
He didn't say.

But the man is in charge

of worldwide
clandestine operations,

which is a thankless job.

Maybe he needs a hug.

All right.

Well, that's interesting.

Ah. Mr. Martinez.

Good to see you.

Can I trouble you to
join me for a walk?

I like to do
my morning rounds, as it were,

and make sure the agency
is firing on all cylinders, huh?

Oh. Sure.

You know, I confess.

I'm worried that we have
started off on the wrong foot.

That my asking you to function

as my mole within the ODS
and your refusal to do so

has compromised our trust.

Do you feel the same?

No. No, I... trust you.

Relax, Mr. Martinez.

I have only one agenda today,

and that's to mend fences.

The CIA seal.

The radiating spokes are meant
to depict the convergence

of intelligence data from
all areas of the world

to a central point.

To the CIA.

To me.

To you.

I'm no fan of
your new partners.

What they lack, in my opinion,
is a fixed moral compass.

That is why I chose
to assign you to the ODS.

As their moral compass,

am I expected
to secretly report back to you?

Of course not.

Your allegiance is
to your partners.

Now, that said,

should you feel your partners
twisting your compass

towards lawlessness,
my door is always open.

I have an assignment

that I was reluctant
to assign to the ODS,

but now that you're on board,

I have renewed confidence that
the job will be done right.

No sign of crew.

What about the manifest?

No. They must have taken it
with them

when they abandoned ship.

One of us needs to climb down

to look for anything
that'll help ID the owner.

I'll go.

You don't need to volunteer.

I don't mind.

Numb-nuts, what
he means is...

...we expect you to
go down in the hole.

Looks like people have been
living down here!

What?

I said, it looks like...

I don't like his odds.

I found the crew
and the manifest.

Stinger missiles. Two per case.

How many cases?

15 cases.

What's this?

Butterfly mine.

Butterfly mine?

Yeah, that's what
they're called.

When they drop them
from helicopters,

they fall from the sky
like butterflies.

Bright colors make them
more attractive to children.

That way, they're more inclined

to pick them up
and play with them.

The initial blast usually takes
their fingers or hands,

and that's followed
immediately after

by a spray of nitric acid
intended to blind them.

You see, Martinez,
the Soviets figured out

a long time ago
that the most effective way

to break the will of the enemy
is by targeting their children.

How many of these mines
you figure we're looking at?

Thousands.
Mm-hmm.

Anything helpful?

Manifest claims the shipments
were meant for Malaysia.

If that were true,

they've missed their mark
by two full oceans.

Well, the crew say
they went into hiding,

thinking we were local pirates.

No doubt because of
Rick's flamboyant attire.

You making fun of my vest?

Is that what you're doing?

Well, you have to admit, it has
a ridiculous number of pockets.

Did the crew tell you where
the shipment was really headed?

Port of Kismayo, Somalia.

Currently under the cosh
of Al-Shabaab.

Casey, you have any luck

finding out
who owns these weapons?

Arms dealer of record
is Bernard LaRouche.

Wonder what dark corner of
the world we can find LaRouche.

Yemen, Libya.

Can't get a location.

Our fabulous agency computers

keep kicking me off-line.

Try Google.

All right.

Huh.

What?

The son of a bitch
is back in the U.S.

Behold the birth of a legend.

I am extremely happy with the
resolution on my camera phone.

What's wrong?
It's embarrassing.

Rubbish.

You stared down a tank.

There's no need for you to hide
your light under a bushel.

So what are we gonna
do about LaRouche?

Nothing.

His arrest falls under
Justice Department jurisdiction.

We gathered all the intel.

Which means our work is done.

Responsibility and credit--
it goes to Justice.

As you well know,
the CIA is not permitted

to operate within U.S. borders.

Well, officially, anyway.

What are you doing?

Grabbing a snack from
your secret stash.

You moved your snacks?

Yes, I did.
When?

I'm trying
to sever ties, Michael.

Being divorced and working
together is hard enough.

Let's not drag my snacks into an
already challenging situation.

What do you want?

I want to know how things
went down with LaRouche.

They didn't.

Justice Department is
refusing to arrest him.

Refusing to arrest him?!

We have taped eyewitnesses.

LaRouche is no fool.

His shipping
manifests check out.

And apparently, the testimony

of a couple illiterate
sailors is not enough

to motivate Justice
to take action.

Oh. What does it take
to motivate them?

The weapons were
targeting civilians.

And I'll argue
that he's already responsible

for the death
of three Americans.

It gets worse.

LaRouche has
claimed his tanker.

He's towing it to Port
Elizabeth for repairs.

Wait, wait.
Wait a minute. Wait.

Are you telling me
that he's back in business?

He's back in business.

The ship has been released?

How is that possible?

Without a criminal conviction,

he's free to continue
selling weapons.

Guys like this don't start
a life of crime

in their golden years.

They make a career out of it.

The guy has got
to have some skeletons.

Fay ran a full check.

Domestic and
international charges.

Believe it or not, he's clean.

- What name did she check under?
- What?

Did she search
LaRouche or Silva?

What are you babbling about?

Well, you said that LaRouche
grew up in Argentina, right?

Yeah. So?

Well, LaRouche's middle name
is Silva,

which is his mother's
maiden name.

In Latin America,

the mother's maiden name
is flipped with the surname,

so he would be known
as Bernard LaRouche Silva.

In spite of the source,

I say we check it out.

You're not joining the hunt?

No, I can't.

I have training.

Ooh.

Enjoy that.

Hey.

Oh. Hey, Rocket.

Welcome to training.

Thank you. Thank you.

Uh, you know, I never
did get your name.

I know.

I'm weirdly secretive that way.

I guess it comes
with our line of work.

I'm just...

My name is Donald Combs,
and I'm an expert

in the area of core fortitude.

Now I suspect

you're all wondering
two things.

What is core fortitude?

What makes me an expert
in core fortitude?

I didn't get these braces

from a skating accident
or skiing accident

or boating accident.

I got these braces

after surviving three days

of horrifying torture
at the hands of Kurdish rebels,

all the while maintaining
my CIA cover.

Over the next few weeks,
we will examine

those harrowing three days,
minute by minute,

to help you reach a better
understanding of true grit.

There'll be time

for questions at the end.

Oh, I-I don't
have a question.

I have a suggestion...
about your curriculum.

And you are?

I'm Deputy Director Ferrer.

I just rotated in from
Strategic Services.

In my role

as your new supervisor,

I'd love for you
to shift focus.

Spend less time covering grit,

and more time covering the
glaring operational failures

that lead to your capture
in the first place.

Maybe you could
start by talking

about your battle
with the bottle.

So, Mr. LaRouche,
slash, Silva--

his mother's maiden name--
is wanted by Interpol.

Apparently, he was caught
dealing weapons

to the Shining Path
back in '80s.

LaRouche was convicted
in absentia

for selling them his wares.

What made you think
of searching for Silva?

Well, I credit a recent

Latin infusion.

This is good, Michael.

LaRouche will be extradited,
he's going to prison.

Mm, and we'll have
legal justification

to seize his tanker, right?

Absolutely.

Can you sit on this
for a little while?

Sit on it?

Hold off giving
Justice a heads-up

until we can be on the scene.

Why?

The DOJ is more suited
for white collar crime.

And it's best we're there to
back them up.

You know, on the off chance

actual punching
or shooting breaks out.

I suppose.
Thanks.

Wait. How would you even
know where to find LaRouche?

We've had a tail
on him since yesterday.

And you might want
to sit on that, too.

There's Blanke.

Nice ride.

Upgraded to a premium rental.

Well, I need a large seat.

Otherwise, if I sit too long,
my legs go numb.

You guys ever have that problem?

I take it LaRouche is inside?

Yeah. He's playing cards.

No sign of Justice?

Just heard from HQ--
they're on the way.

Watch the door. I want
two minutes alone with him

before Justice grabs him.

Is there something
I can help you with?

You can help me understand

why you would choose
to profit in selling death.

Bernard...?

It's okay.

It's not my first ambush.

Lefties love to corner me

and rant
about my evil business dealings.

The business of slaughtering
innocent women and children.

Look, I don't owe you
any explanation,

but since you've slandered me
in front of my friends,

I feel compelled
to defend myself.

Happy to hear it.

I don't like war,

but I don't blanketly
denounce it, either.

It's often fought
for a good reason.

I mean, war can be just.

In fact,

all the great democracies

that ever existed
were born out of war.

Including ours.

For some reason,

these pinheads always leave that
detail out of the conversation.

As a man clearly committed

to furthering the advancement
of democracy in the world...

explain why you sell this.

Did he bring that
on the plane with him?

I trust that's been deactivated.

Well, I'm just a simple pinhead.

I wouldn't know how to do that.

What is that thing?
No.

Security.

Easy, Mac.

We're good here.

Office of Justice!

I'd like your hands
where I can see them.

It's okay.

We're on the same team.

CIA? That's not a badge.

That's an ID.

And we both know it carries
zero weight inside the U.S.

Hey, we're just here to help
you take LaRouche into custody.

We're not taking
Mr. LaRouche into custody.

He's not being charged
with a crime.

The only person here
facing possible arrest

at the moment is you.

Continue.

Justice confirmed LaRouche
is exempt from extradition.

He's protected.
I get that.

What I want to know is,

who's working
with him? DEA?

ATF? Defense Intelligence?

His case is filed
as Special Access Program.

That information
is sealed to us.

I'll bet it's Customs Department.

Well, even if it turns out
to be Customs,

there's nothing legally we can
do to overturn the agreement.

Well, then, this needs
to be kicked upstairs.

Get the Attorney General
involved.

Lean on the White House
if you have to.

We're all well aware

of the Washington
pecking order, Mr. Dorset.

Bring your men home.

This is no longer a CIA concern.

How's your ego holding up?

I don't know what
happened back there.

I can't explain it.

Those guys owned me.

Mm. Oh, truth be told,

you were at a distinct
disadvantage from the outset.

I mean, those are no
ordinary men.

Those are Gurkha.

Nepalese fighters.
Hired mercenaries.

We share a cultural connection.

The Gurkha have been fighting
alongside the British,

and winning wars
for queen and country,

for nearly 200 years.

Their reputation for bravery
and ferocity in battle

is unmatched.

Simple explanation is, you were

fighting way out
of your weight class.

Well?

Higgins is calling us home.

And are we heeding that call?

Mm. Hello?

Martinez?

What happened to you guys?
Where are you?

We're at a hotel in Boston.

I need you to go
to the office safe.

It's in the gray filing cabinet,
second drawer from the bottom.

Okay.

Open it.

I don't know the combination.

Neither do we.
That's why we leave it unlocked.

Find the red envelope.

Got it.

We need you to bring us
that envelope, unopened.

What is it?

All you need to know is
that it is critical

to mission success.

Is this about LaRouche?

I thought
this was out of our hands.

It was, and now,
it fell back into our hands.

Is this mission sanctioned?

Just get up here.

We'll text you the address.
There's a flight out of Reagan.

It leaves at 5:00. Be on it.
But...

I have to be in training
until at least 7:00.

It's mandatory.
How do I get out?

I don't know.
Shoot your way out?

Well? You think
he'll run to Higgins?

Possibly.

We might have just
completely screwed ourselves.

Well, I for one choose
to believe

that Mr. Martinez will show up
unaccompanied.

My God, your hearts
have grown cold.

Yeah?

Hi. Uh...
can I talk to you?

It's an emergency situation.

Sure, sure. What's wrong?
I was hoping

to be excused from training
for the rest of the day.

I have to fly to Boston.

My father's had
a serious accident.

Oh, my God! What happened?

He was screwing in
a lightbulb, and he fell.

Doctors don't know if he
slipped or maybe had a stroke.

My dad's coming off
of heart surgery,

and he has not been good
about taking his anticlotting medicine.

Y-Your father's
been dead for 12 years.

He was reunited with
the heavenly angels in 1998.

How...
You framed your prayer card.

I noticed it in your box
of office decorations.

So I can guess what
this is really about--

you want to go to Boston;

um, LaRouche lives there.

Your partners are there
as we speak.

You're up to no
good, Mr. Martinez.

And I don't like being lied to.

That said, I do appreciate

how well crafted the lie was.

I hope your father

recovers quickly.

I know he'll be happy
to have you by his side.

It is my belief that LaRouche
should suffer for his crimes.

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

- General.
- Don't have much time, Director.

I'm due in Dirksen
in ten minutes.

I've sent messages.
I'm not dodging your calls.

I've been in committee.
What is it?

I'm having trouble
with Justice.

I know.
I can't help you.

But we have a convicted
criminal arms dealer

and a longstanding extradition
agreement with Argentina.

LaRouche struck a deal, and the
United States is gonna honor that deal.

What agency's protecting him?
Can't tell you.

Why not?
Because...

we don't know
who's protecting him.

This-this deal,
this problem,

was generated four
presidencies ago.

It's a political knot that's
gonna take time to work out.

And while it's
being worked out,

LaRouche will transfer the
weapons to another tanker,

bypass freight agreements
by switching out his flag of origin,

and sail right back to Somalia.

This was our one
chance to stop him.

You looking for my sympathy
or my agreement?

Scratch that.

You have 'em both.

You did come alone, right?

Of course.

Uh, that-that'll be for me.

I ordered pizza for our meeting.

I'll step out
and take care of it.

Where was I?

Right.

This memo

was written by one of the
founding members of the ODS--

as a mission statement.

We like to revisit it
from time to time

when we require guidance.

"We are the nation's
first line of defense.

"We must be prepared
to enter the shadows

and accomplish that which
is needed but not permitted."

What does it mean?

Well, there is some dispute
as to its meaning...

and
to its authenticity.

What do you think it's saying, Martinez?

Well... I think
it's saying that

we're required to get our hands
dirty from time to time.

Good.

You see, LaRouche
has already been convicted

of illegal arms sales.

But here in the States,
he's untouchable.

We need to get him out of the
States, where he'll face arrest.

So tonight

we are gonna kidnap LaRouche.

You think you can do that?

Yes.

Yes, I can.

Excellent.

Because we can't.

I don't... What?

We've all been ID'd by
LaRouche and his goons,

which means we can't get close enough to
stage a kidnapping.

So it's in your hands.

Where'd you get that?

Wal-Mart.
What's it for?

Well, I thought you could use

a little bit of help
in the Gurkha department.

I mean, I'd hate to see you
getting beaten to a pulp again.

He caught me by surprise;
that's what happened.

Next time I'll be
the one left standing.

Good. Then we're
on the same page.

You might need those.

Martinez, how much you weigh?

160.
I figured LaRouche

would weigh in
at about a buck 80.

You're gonna need some help
bringing him down.

I recommend we go with
a fast-acting sedative.

Combination of ketamine
and benzodiazepine.

Ketamine is a psychotropic.

On its own

it would have LaRouche
kissing the sky.

Combined with
the benzodiazepine,

it's more likely he'll
end up kissing the floor.

Which is exactly what you want.

Does it matter where I inject him?
Nope.

What does matter is
that you do it quickly.

For all we now, he's armed.

Mr. Combs would like
to speak with you, sir.

About what?

He has some important
intel to share.

Regarding Operative Martinez.

Send him in.

Operative Martinez

was given permission
to leave training today.

By whom?

Deputy Director Ferrer,
that's who.

Have you checked in with
the travel department yet?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Martinez
has boarded a flight

bound for Boston
this afternoon, sir.

Thank you for bringing
this to my attention.

It's my pleasure.
I'm your eyes and ears, boss.

Your eyes and ears.

Speaking of which, I'd
recommend you watch your back

with that deputy of yours.

She's a piece of work,
you ask me.

Piece of work.

Good to know.

Mr. Martinez has no doubt joined
up with his partners, sir.

Yes, he has clearly placed
his trust in the ODS.

He's drunk the Kool-Aid.

I have a security detail
standing by, sir.

Shall I deploy them?

No, not this time.

Sir?

That'll be all.

Hey, come here.

I remember my
first kidnapping.

Oh, yeah?
How did it go?

Not good.

Someday I'll show you the scars.

Hey, what if things get hairy?

I mean, shouldn't we have
some sort of an abort signal?

Once this thing kicks off,
there's no turning back.

You can do this.

All right? If memory serves,
I've seen you go head-to-head

with a bloody great
armored vehicle.

If I screw this up, people
could get seriously hurt,

or even killed.

Aye, this is true;
I've seen it happen.

Look, only a fool
would walk knowingly

into a potential
firefight unafraid.

Because fear has
a very real purpose.

It reminds us
that we're vulnerable,

fragile even.

But if you feel you don't
have a handle on that fear,

we need to pull
the plug right now.

And there's no point

in looking over there--
it's not their call,

or mine.

It's yours.

This is the job
that I signed up for.

I want to do this.

It's important.

Look, tell me this.

When you were squaring
up to that tank,

how scared were you,
scale of one to ten?

Ten.

Fair enough.

And right this moment,
what number would you give your fear?

Six.

That sounds like a perfectly
workable number to me.

As it happens...

I'm sitting at six myself.

Where the hell is Blanke?

It's about time.

I couldn't find
any breath mints,

but I got tons of hard candy

and gum.
Great.

We'll see you in a few.
All right.

Think we need to be worried?

Most assuredly.

You're, um...

...you're with them.

Yeah.

Good evening.

Gentlemen,
I trust you are familiar

with basic gunplay protocol.

'Cause if you are not,

I am compelled to inform you
that any sudden movement

is, as a rule,
strongly discouraged.

Where's your head guy?

Wah!

Well?

Whoo-hoo!

Look, I don't know what
you people have in mind,

but it won't stick.

I don't know if you know this,

but my lawyers are the guys

who brought down big tobacco.

They're gonna have
a field day with you.

So...

where are we going?

We... are going
11 miles out.

You... are going
to Argentina.

We've notified Interpol.

They're standing by to meet us
in international waters.

And from what I've been told,
this will probably be

the last boat ride
you ever take, so...

sit back and enjoy.

You're looking
a little green, LaRouche.

Not a big fan
of ocean cruises, hah?

In case you feel
the need to hurl.

Adele.
Yeah?

Hey.
Hey.

Uh, I thought you deserved
an update on LaRouche.

Oh, I've heard.
Wh...

Everyone has.

State confirmed this morning that he's in
Argentinean custody.

We've been given permission
to seize his tanker.

Navy's planning to send it
to the bottom of the ocean.

They've promised a video link.
Oh, that's great.

It's a great day.

I just want to thank you.
For what?

For letting me be a
part of that takedown.

Yeah, about that.
I'm beginning to have my regrets.

Why?

Well, Higgins knows
you guys were behind this.

The only reason he's not
bringing down the hammer

is because he's been too busy
fielding thank-you calls

from the Senate
Intelligence Committee.

Well, good for him.

I'm no fan of Higgins.
In my opinion,

he's a bit long in
the tooth for spy work.

But that doesn't make him
any less dangerous.

And he's gunning for the ODS.

Hm.
Which means he'll be gunning for you.

I'll be okay.

I seriously doubt that;
you're not like your partners.

Yes, I am.

No. You're different.

Look, come to me

next time you're in a bind,
okay?

I'll do what I can, when I can,

to run interference
with the director.

You'd do that for me?

Yeah.

Why?

I don't know.

Do I need a reason?

You should...
get that checked out.

I'd hate for it

to get infected.

Right.

The director's looking for you.

Me?
Yes. You.

Well...

I can't take all the credit.

No, it was a...
it was a team effort.

I might've been
the quarterback...

but I had some great support.

Yes. Sounds great.

First round's on me.

General Margolis.

He sounded pleased.
The general

is planning a celebration dinner
in honor of LaRouche's arrest.

Will the ODS be attending?

You wanted to see me?

Yes.

I've been unsuccessful

in recovering the cooperation
of Mr. Martinez.

I'm curious.

Have you had any luck?

At risk of
sounding overconfident...

he's already sweet on me.

Can I ask a question?

Back in the hotel room when
you asked me if I came alone,

what did you mean by that?

Because I think

that you thought that
I tipped off Director Higgins.

Truth be told,
we had our doubts.

Higgins can be

very persuasive,

and you've proven very
susceptible to suggestion.

- I am not.
- You did agree

immediately to kidnap a man
from a public restroom.

Fear not,

all doubt has been dismissed

as to your commitment
to the team.

In fact, your...

guts, nerve and grit have
inspired me to write a poem,

which I would like to recite.

A poem?
Aye, poem.

Ode. Metrical legend.

And it's about you.

You and Casey.
Billy has

a poet's heart--
unfortunately,

it's not connected
to his writing hand.

I'm still looking for a title.

"Two humble warriors
of mortal weed

"The world blind
to their valorous deed

"Blinded as well

"to the untold story
of their devotion to good

"Their commitment to glory

"Two humble warriors

"Of glistening eye

"One besting a tank,
in the role of a spy

"Two humble warriors
of heavenly flame

"Crushing a Gurkha,
to which one can claim

"Two humble warriors

"Whose song is unwritten

"Stirring the embers
of valiantry long past

"Accepting their roles

As heroes... uncast."

I don't hate it.

Finally,

one for the boards!

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