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♪ slow, dramatic music ♪

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[Maria]
Atzi.

[speaking Spanish]

[responding in Spanish]

[Meade]
Do we have a tail on the wife?

[Joe] We do. We have a locator
in the wheel well,

a mic on the dash
and one in the firewall.

The house is clear
minus the staff.

Mike two-two, you are green.

[doorbell rings]

[McConnell]
Morning, ma'am.

I'm Sergeant McConnell
with the Dallas Fire Department.

Gas company computers detected
a leak inside your residence,

and we need to find the source
of the leak.

[speaking Spanish]

She needs to wait outside
for her safety.

Is there any more staff
in the house?

[conversing in Spanish]

They're in.

Cut it.

[NSA analyst]
Shut power.

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[soft beeping]

We found the problem.
It's all good.

[conversing in Spanish]

♪ suspenseful music ♪

[engines starting]

[NSA analyst]
Power's back up.

[Meade] We don't have anything
in bedrooms or bathrooms.

We need them out of town
to do that.

Housekeeper looks Zapotec.

- [Joe] I'll find out.
- If she is, she can be bought.

They fucking hate
these descendants of Spaniards.

When's our girl arrive?

Today.

What?

Nothing.

[Meade]
Come on, Joe. What?

I don't trust her.

JSOC picked her.
What don't you trust?

She's a second-generation
Mexican

who's never met her uncle.

She doesn't speak
a speck of fucking Spanish,

and she's never been to Mexico.
I don't buy it.

What's her
intelligence training?

Nothing. She's a fucking pilot,
that's it.

An adrenaline junkie
with a chip on her shoulder.

Treat her like
you're flipping an agent.

Catch her in a lie, pull
the floor out from under her.

That won't mean I can trust her.

Joe, how many times
do I have to tell you this?

You can't trust any of them.

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♪♪♪

[birds chirping]

[engine shuts off]

[lock clicks]

Neal?

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♪♪♪

Neal?

Charlie?

Kate?

[line ringing]

[phone ringing]

What the fuck?

Neal? Ne... Oh, God!

Jesus!

Why are you yelling?

I was calling you.

You didn't hear me yelling?

- No.
- [sighs]

Clearly, I did not hear you.

Where are the girls?

Kate's at cheerleading practice,
and Charlie's next door.

[sighs]

Hey, honey, you're sweating.

What, did you think
we got kidnapped?

[groans, sighs]

Is that a legitimate concern?

Just... answer your phone
when I call.

That's all I ask.

Joe, is it?

My new assignment, they...

they have an entrenched presence
in the U.S.,

and kidnapping is a method
that they employ.

[sighs] But no.

It's just me needing some sleep.
I don't know.

Mm...

[sighs]

And...

And...?

[sighs]

Just me being paranoid.

Which is my job.

You know,
I can prescribe you some drugs

to take the edge off, honey.

I'm already on a cocktail
of medications

to take the edge off.

- I don't think it's working.
- [sighs]

No, it's not.

Well, maybe you just need
to think about something else.

I'm sure you have some ideas.

I do.

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Yeah, okay. Mm-hmm.

In this segment?

Uh, in 20 minutes?

Then why didn't you
call me in 19?

So it is in this segment?

[sighs] Okay.

Thank you.

[sighs]

I need a new assistant today.

[sighs]

What happened?

Nothing.

What are you waiting on
to happen?

Mm... This is ridiculous.
It doesn't concern you.

How do you know that?
You haven't told me what it is.

Unless you're importing
fentanyl through Mexico,

it doesn't concern you.

What? I'm telling you the truth.

CIA in the drug enforcement
business these days?

Nope.

Still in the "sovereignty
of our nation" business.

[scoffs, laughs]

I can't believe you said that
with a straight face.

[both moaning, panting]

Dad, can... Oh, my God!

- Jesus! Don't you knock?
- [door closes]

- [Kate] The door was open!
- [Joe] Fuck.

[Kate]
I'm gonna need therapy.

[Joe]
Oh, my God.

[Joe and Neal laughing]

Well, we lasted 16 years
without getting caught.

[phone buzzing]

- Wait. [grunts]
- [grunts]

Yeah?

It's on.

[Joe over phone]
What channel?

I'm on CBS,
but it should be everywhere.

What's going on?

[news anchor over TV]
...U.S. Army personnel

were killed
in a friendly fire incident

near a U.S. outpost in Iraq.

According to U.S. officials,

the name of the servicemen
are being withheld

due to the sensitive nature
of the operations,

but sources say the pilot
has been relieved of duty

and is in custody
pending court martial.

No other details are available
at this time.

That's terrible.

Don't believe everything
you see on the news, honey.

Meaning what? It's not terrible?

[sighs] It's not real.

When you leaving?

First thing tomorrow morning.

But, um...

we'll get another crack at it.

[Neal sighs]

I'm gonna go measure
the emotional damage

we did to our daughter.

I mean, we already got caught.
We might as well f...

I didn't see
a report on fentanyl.

I didn't say
what the report was about.

We have a 7:30 at Masseria.

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[Kate]
Too traumatized to speak.

[Joe]
Kate.

[scoffs]

It's just so gross.

And so... scarring.

Like, I-I had to see
my own mother's...

Wow. Just...

...wow.

[laughs]

Oh. Yeah.
No, sure, mock me. Great.

- On top of everything else.
- I'm not mocking you, Kate.

[sighs] I know that...

Did you ever walk in
on your parents?

No. No, I never did.

Yeah, then you don't know.

My parents slept
in different rooms,

and they barely spoke a word
to each other, Kate.

You may not feel lucky
right now,

but I promise you that you are.

Yeah, thank you
for telling me how lucky I am

that I walked in
on my parents having sex.

And thank you for the technique
tips on the cowgirl position.

How do you even know
what that is?

- I didn't, until now.
- Honey,

this is how lucky you are.

You're lucky to have parents
who, after 20 years

of being together,
still love each other.

And still want to roll around

under the sheets,
if you know what I mean.

Yeah, well, maybe if you had
actually been under the sheets,

then I would be able
to unsee it.

Okay. We're good. [laughs]

- Mom.
- Yeah?

Just... wow.

[laughs]

Yeah, yeah.

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♪ dramatic music ♪

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Plant looked good.

Hope so. [sighs]

Is this about strategy
or approval?

Little bit of both is my guess.

[knock on door]

Where's your Lioness now?

En route to Bliss.

[Mason] We need to fully
understand the op sec

and procedures with regard

to the contraband
that is brought in.

Assuming you can make
a successful contact.

We'll make contact.

[Hollar]
Her cover's pretty convenient.

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We don't see it that way.

Well, it doesn't matter
how you see it.

It matters how they see it.

And if the Chinese intelligence
is advising them,

they're gonna think
it's very convenient.

[sighs]

You approved the plant yourself.

You all read the copy.

You cleared the footage
of the FOB.

- I-I...
- [Meade] You have an issue.

It's not her cover story.
What is the issue?

[Mason]
Outrage over the incident

isn't sustaining.

It's only polling
at 38% awareness.

Okay, so push the press.

[Hollar]
Press is resisting.

They're resisting.

They're resisting
to cover the kidnapping

of a United States congresswoman

and the murder of her family
on U.S. soil.

The rescue is polling
as overreach.

Mexico is,
understandably, outraged.

I'm a little outraged myself.

[Mason] Look, this thing
is dividing on party lines.

This would be a lot simpler
if she had been...

[Westfield]
If she had what?

- Been a Democrat?
- [Meade] We can arrange

the kidnapping of a Democrat

if, uh, that would be helpful.

You think that's funny?

[Meade]
I think it's tragic.

I think it's a dereliction
of duty

that borders on treason that...

that Congress refuses to act in
the best interest of this nation

because... because they're
more concerned

with the next election.

[Mason]
That's easy for you to say.

You were appointed
to your position.

[Westfield]
And you were appointed to yours.

So was everyone
in this fucking room.

Now, what you need to do
is get out of this room,

go to the Capitol and start
pulling heads out of asses.

President's polling
right around 40%.

We are fucking paralyzed.

We need more support
from our side of the aisle...

This is not a kidnapping.

I hope everyone here
understands that.

[Mullins]
Well, it sure looked

like a kidnapping to me.

It's a probe.

[Mason]
A probe.

Explain what you mean
by a probe.

Do you mean it's a false flag?

It is an act
to study our reaction

and the public's sentiment
toward whatever action we take.

She was held for almost 24 hours
just south of the border.

That's enough time
for us to formulate a plan

and move a QRF into place.

The victim wasn't stripped
and searched

for electronics
or tracking systems.

[Meade] A legitimate
attempt to secure her

would've involved
a thorough search

and immediate removal
to the interior of Mexico

in a large urban area

where we would have
no ability to provide

air or ground support to QRF,
and we would have to

enter the nation
through commercial means,

with a greatly compromised
tactical capacity.

This was a test case

that they're gonna base
their next operation around.

[Mason] Our intel sees this
more as a psyop

meant to further divide
the parties of Congress,

which is certainly the effect
it is having.

You're wrong.
Your intel's wrong.

You are wrong. Their mission
is the next mission.

This was the USS Cole.

Our lack of response to that
was the green light to 9/11.

That is what this is.

Even if you're right,

they're not gonna believe.

They will believe it
from us, sir.

- You think?
- [Westfield] I do.

Who is holding up
the votes in the Senate?

Albright and Fuller, to start.

[Mullins]
Yeah.

If you get Albright,
you got Fuller.

Let's go to work.

Do it.

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Captain.

No salute?

[chuckles]
We don't do that shit here.

Uh-uh. Sit in the front.
This ain't no fucking Uber.

[engine starts]

I see you're as big
an asshole as your boss.

Some might say bigger.

We stay on base?

Till you're through
with your training.

What training?

The kind that keeps you
from getting killed

and, more importantly,
getting us killed.

I've already been through that.

You think?

I'm fucking First Cav.

I know.

Oh. All right. Well, then it
shouldn't take too long, then.

- [engine shuts off]
- This is home.

[seat belt unbuckles]

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

[Bobby]
Mama's home.

- Hey, Bobbo!
- Tex is cheating.

- Yo.
- [laughs]

[Tex]
Oh, I got you covered.

[Two Cups]
Not for long.

[Bobby chuckles]

What's for supper?

[Randy]
Lobster bisque.

Oof.

Easy on the butter.
It's swimsuit season.

[Two Cups]
Yeah, Randy.

Easy on the butter.

Doesn't matter how much
butter you use, Two Cups,

when you eat a bag
of fucking Doritos

and drink a six-pack of beer.

You drink as much beer
as I do, bro.

[Randy]
I do.

- Open bunk?
- Then I run six miles.

- [laughing] Fucking...
- [Josie] Open bunk?

Yeah, you know what?

Any time you want to put
a stopwatch

to a six-mile hump, bro,
you fucking let me know.

[Randy]
Yeah, you bring your inhaler.

Neither one of you motherfuckers
has ran six miles in a decade.

[Randy]
That's true.

[Two Cups]
Oh... [stammers] Goddamn it.

Latrine?

All the way in the back.

[Tex]
Oh, that was a dud.

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

[indistinct chatter]

[Two Cups]
Yeah, Los Angeles?

- [Tex laughing]
- [Two Cups] You know what?

Let's burn it.
Let's burn the fucker.

[laughter]

[Two Cups]
Why can't I hit you, dude?

I'm the worst shot
in the world in this game.

[Tex]
I'm too slippery.

Yep, and watch this.
Here it goes again.

Soup's on.
Two Cups, don't get up.

[Two Cups]
'Bout time.

- Pause it, pause it!
- [grunts]

[sighs]

[Two Cups]
Chef Randall, hmm.

What do we have today?

Mmm.

Mmm.

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You hungry?

Grab something to eat.

[utensils clattering]

[Two Cups]
Will you hand me a spoon

so I don't have to eat
with my hands again?

Mmm.

Thank you. [grunts]

- [Tex] No.
- [Bobby] No.

So, what gets us past
this awkward bullshit?

What do you want to know?

[chuckles] We don't want
to know nothing.

We want to know your cover,
and that's all we want to know,

and all you need to know
is ours.

And I don't mean any disrespect
when I say it.

[Tucker]
We don't got time to learn both.

This party starts tomorrow.

[sniffles]

♪♪♪

[Errol] I thought we were
going to Masseria.

Cafe Milano.

So, you're working.

We're working.

Ah.

And what are we working on?

The Hill has found a way
to politicize the unpolitical.

The border's a terrible place
to be bipartisan, Kaitlyn.

You know that.

Just help me.

And how can I do that?

Just opine
on the economic consequences

of another high-profile target
on U.S. soil.

Can you do that?

Three days before
the jobs report?

I can do it in my sleep, sweetheart.

Attaboy.

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[speaking Italian]

Yes, Chef.

[laughs]

[lively chatter]

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

- Thank you so much.
- Of course.

And what can I get for you?

Oh, I'm-I'm a Democrat,

but I'm not
a California Democrat.

I would like
steak and Bolognese.

Mmm.

[laughs]

Uh, how many of these servers
actually work for you?

Oh, come on, Mandy.
She's probably getting

her master's at Georgetown

in, uh, broadcast journalism
or some nonsense.

Go to Georgetown?

- [Meade chuckles]
- Yes, ma'am.

[Albright]
What are you studying?

I'm getting my master's
in broadcast journalism.

Oh. [chuckles]

That's not like you
to tip your hand.

What should concern you
is the ones

that don't work for us.

We never got any reliable intel
from the kids at the Farm.

They're just learning
how to commit to their cover.

I'm, um...

very, very concerned

the Republicans are gonna use
this kidnapping

as a bulldozer
for their agenda, Kaitlyn.

Mm-hmm. They will, absolutely.

And when there is an incident...
which there will be...

POTUS will have no choice but
to shut the border completely.

Now, what did the husband do?

I mean, it seems
like retribution, if anything.

Wasn't he a doctor?

Pretty useful thing to be
on a cartel's payroll.

He was a cardiologist, Amanda.

I don't think
that the, uh, cartels

are trading in beta blockers.

No, it was a probe.

To gauge our reaction

- and our appetite.
- No.

I-I do not credit cartels with
that level of sophistication.

MSS oversaw the operation.

What is Chinese intelligence
doing on the border of Mexico?

Shutting down a trade route,
opening another.

It's the perfect Trojan horse.

And they'll continue to use it

until we display
the will to stop them.

I cannot have
the Army driving Humvees

down streets in Northern Mexico.

It won't be the Army.
It'll be us.

It'll be quiet.

I would not call
last week quiet.

No, well, last week
was loud on purpose.

What do you think of the, uh,

implications of this
on the market?

Equities are on such
shaky ground as it is.

They don't need
a reason to sell.

They just need an excuse.

Well, now you have me worried.

You should be.
You should be very worried.

You should be terrified
if it happens again,

six weeks before
a presidential election,

and you do nothing?

SOFR's at five and a half,
banks can't borrow money.

This time, it won't be mortgages
that crash us.

Corporate loan market
is in absolute shambles.

They're walking from any project

that has a nonrecourse loan
attached.

All the smart money is in funds.

[Meade]
The nation will run to them.

Run.

Social issues, climate issues.

I mean, none of that matters

when people start flying planes
into buildings, even worse.

They're just luxuries.

And trust me, the first thing
the American people get rid of

when there is a calamity
are luxuries.

If 9/11 happened today,

be a financial crisis
worse than the '29 crash.

- Mm.
- And that's

exactly what China wants.

And if it doesn't happen...

organically...

...they'll make it happen.

- How's the steak?
- It's excellent, my dear.

Excellent.

Would you excuse me
for one minute?

- Yes, of course.
- [chuckles softly]

- Please, continue.
- [Errol] Mm-hmm.

[indistinct chatter]

[Mason]
Mm-hmm.

- [Westfield] Thank you, bud.
- [Ronnie] Cheers.

- To being foolish.
- [clinking]

[Westfield]
Mmm.

You know Ronnie?

Mm-hmm. Blackstone.

That's right.

I thought you guys
only left New York

to visit a Meldman property.

We'll wander this way
when the water gets choppy.

You think this is choppy,
wait until the storm hits.

Got our fucking heads
in the sand.

Well, that's why I'm here.

Talk some sense into them.

They can't all go
on the speaking circuit at once.

- It's food for thought.
- [Meade laughs]

- Give us a minute, Ronnie?
- Sure.

Seeing boogeymen yet?

Starting to.

- [footsteps approaching]
- Here she is.

Old-fashioned, please.

[bartender]
Any preference on bourbon?

If I can tell
what bourbon it is,

you made it wrong.

[Mason and Meade chuckle]

Seeing you two in the same room
is making people very nervous.

That's the idea.

Secretary doesn't want
his fingerprints on this,

but he doesn't want POTUS out
in a storm without an umbrella.

Get started.

JSOC has a black fund.

You know where they keep it?

We do.

That's your war chest.

Spend wisely.

- I'm gonna go finish dinner.
- [Westfield] All right.

See ya.

[inhales deeply]

[exhales]

[chuckles softly]

Thank you.

[inhales deeply]

[exhales]

[inhales sharply, exhales]

We were much less productive
when I had a prostate.

[chuckles softly]

[both chuckle]

Mmm.

[chuckles softly]

God, we wasted a lot
of time on this place.

It wasn't a waste.

We sacrificed it.

Did we?

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♪♪♪

[siren wailing]

[birds chirping]

♪♪♪

[inhales deeply, sighs]

♪♪♪

[Charlie] Why would a boy
want to be a cheerleader?

[Neal]
Uh, there were male cheerleaders

when I was in high school.

That's nothing new.

They're not a boy, Dad.

That's not how they identify.

Oh.

Okay, honey.

You don't believe him?

Uh, I don't know him
to believe him.

God, that's so transphobic.

- [snorts]
- Trans...

Charlie, look at me.

The definition of "phobia"

is "the extreme or
irrational fear of something."

Disagreeing with somebody
is not a phobia.

Well, you're denying
that they exist.

I'm not denying anything.

[Kate]
Well, you're refusing

to believe
when someone says they...

Okay, Kate,
let me explain something to you.

If the only way
to promote an idea

is to eliminate any argument
against that idea,

then you have no idea.

[Kate] Oh, my God.
You did not just say that.

[Neal]
Mm-hmm.

You're digging
a deeper hole there, buddy.

[stammers, chuckles]

[Joe]
What your father means is

ideas are meant
to be challenged.

He has the right
to disagree with you.

And you have the right
to disagree with him.

There are nations
where that right doesn't exist,

and those are the places
you do not want to visit.

Unfortunately, those are
the places I have to go to.

Know what I mean?

- Do you have time for breakfast?
- No. No, I have to go.

Sure.

Can I get the ketchup?

Uh, yes. Until they pass
legislation against it,

which I hope is very soon, yes.

Where did she pick that from?

I don't know.
That's how Emily's folks eat.

[Joe]
Oh, wow, Charlie, that's a lot.

No, save some
for the rest of us.

No.

No, Kate. Not you.

[Kate]
I promise, it's actually good.

- You should try it.
- No.

Gross.

- Just try it. Try it.
- No. No, Kate.

- [Charlie and Kate laughing]
- [Neal] Ugh!

Seems like you have
an extreme fear

- of ketchup there, Dad.
- Y-Yes. This is a phobia.

Here... No! My God.

- Kate, come on.
- I-I just had to make sure.

- Kate, come on.
- Do you want some?

[helicopter passing]

- [sniffles]
- [rattling]

[sighs]

♪ low, tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[exhales sharply]

Okay.

[inhales deeply]

You're back in basic.

Except now it's coed.

Won't that be fun?

[scoffs]

[clank]

[sighs]

[Two Cups]
No, you fucker!

- [panting]
- Whoo!

Remind me how far that was.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- That felt like six miles

to me, everybody.

Whoo! Bobby, how far was that?

There's mile markers.

- You know how far it is.
- Yeah.

[panting]

Looks like our little bird
flew away.

She's probably in the head.

[panting] Fucking...

Gear up. I'll go get her moving.

[door opens]

Hey.

Do you have tac gear?

Uh, no. I don't have shit.

All right, well, get dressed.
We'll get you sorted out.

[door opens]

♪♪♪

- [door opening]
- [footsteps approaching]

Fuck. Uh...

[stammering]

[hawks, spits]

What are you looking for?

Privacy.

[chuckles]

Yeah, you ain't going
to find much of that.

Yeah. I'm learning.

There's a pantry
for dry goods by the galley.

Thank you.

[Two Cups groans]

[Two Cups]
Oh. Oh, no.

Oh. Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

[groans]

Oh, God. Aah!

Told you don't eat
before the run.

[Two Cups]
Shit!

Fuck! [groaning]

[Tex]
Uh-oh. He's coming in hot!

You're on the clock, Bobby!

What?

- [Two Cups groaning]
- Huh?

Oh, fuck!

Don't you fucking do that!

Sorry, boss!

I mean it!

I don't have a choice!

- You do have a fucking choice!
- [groans]

God Almighty.

Fuck! This is my fucking hell.

- Sorry!
- [gagging]

I'm a human being!

Shit you eat. Fuck.

Stay away from the ahi poke!

Red alert!

Red alert...!

I can tolerate this in Pakistan.

I can't do this shit in Texas.

Call the quartermaster,
get us a DoD house. Fuck.

All right, where's the new girl?

- Changing.
- Changing what?

Clothes.

Where?

[scoffs]

You know, you don't have
to dress like that anymore.

This is all I got.
All my clothes are at Hood.

I can have her stuff packed up
and flown out.

You on base or at an apartment?

Apartment in Killeen.

All right, make me a list
of everything you need.

- I'll have it here this evening.
- Yeah, write it quick, too,

'cause I need to know what
you're capable of beyond flying.

[scoffs softly]

[insects trilling]

[Kyle] All right, I'm gonna
let you cheat a little bit

and watch them run the course
a few times.

Did, uh, First Cav
work you on CQB?

No. Just SERE
and holding a location.

All right, well, this is
"shit hit the fan" stuff here.

Okay, when you need
to know these tactics,

you really need to know 'em.

♪ low, tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[creaking]

♪♪♪

[opens door]

♪♪♪

[gun fires]

[gunfire]

All right. Any questions?

- A bunch.
- Fire away.

They're communicating through
his hand on her shoulder?

Yes.

Well, it seems reckless to
run in the room.

She's drawing fire and attention
away from the shooter

assigned to
the left near corner.

That target was eliminated
before it had time to engage.

Ready to give it a try?

Not really.

Let's go. I'll run it with you.

Okay, so we're gonna
run this in the front,

just like this, okay?

We're running Zev OZ9 Elites.

Extended mag
will get you 22 rounds.

Crimson trace laser.

Light set to strobe.
Holosun up top.

You have any experience
with a reflex sight?

No.

Play any video games?

Sure.

- You ever play Call of Duty?
- Yeah.

All right.
Well, it's kind of like that.

Okay, yeah. This is like
my target system in my bird.

Great.

Take her for a test spin.

[inserts magazine]

- Shoot faster!
- What the fuck?

- Let's go! Let's go!
- Shoot faster!

[pounding]

What the fuck?

You expect to get
in a peaceful gunfight?

Gunfights are fucking chaos.

We got to get you to the point
where the chaos bores you.

Go ahead, shoot a clear target.

- Go!
- Let's go!

- [pounding]
- [gunfire resumes]

- Go! Go!
- Come on, let's go! Let's go!

[yelling]

That didn't take long.

All I needed was
permission to ignore you.

[chuckles]

Well, this will be the only time
you'll get that.

You want to run the house?

Why not?

- Run it with me.
- [Bobby] Of course,

you're gonna run it with her.

Fucking love
I can still make you jealous.

I am the opposite
of jealous, Tracer.

The opposite of jealous
is enchantment, Bobby.

No, you dumb shit,

the opposite of jealous
is apathy.

You know, you could bore
a hole in a fence post

and fuck it
right in front of me,

and still, the only thing
that I would feel would be pity

for the fucking post.

[laughs]

Hey, that's an interesting
visual.

[sighs]

You lead.
Hit the left door first.

Roger that.

[screeching and industrial noise
blaring over speakers]

Fuck! There's one in the hall.

Well, fucking shoot it!

Move.

[noise continues blaring]

Target to my left,
but I can't get a shot

without exposing myself!

Shoot what you see!

All I see is an arm!

Then shoot the arm!

[Tracer]
The chest! Now!

Ready?

Wait! Do I run to the wall?

If there's one in this corner,
don't aim.

Point the knuckle
of your index finger

towards the target,
pull the trigger.

Do not turn your body
towards the target!

I don't understand!
My pistol is upside down!

The pistol shoots fine
upside down.

The bullet goes
where your knuckle points.

[Kyle]
This is a timed event, ladies.

[Tracer]
I know! Let's go.

[noise continues blaring]

- [noise stops]
- [panting]

♪ quiet, dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

That's you.

I can't believe
that actually worked.

Yeah, it's just, uh, physics.

How is she doing?

Well, she's a helicopter pilot,
doesn't know shit.

But stays cool under pressure,

takes direction fast
and executes what she's told

without many questions.

That's a good place to start.

We'll run her through
the simulator.

Okay.

♪♪♪

[Joe]
You ready?

All right, what should I expect?

You don't expect anything.
You just react.

♪ tense, exciting music ♪

♪♪♪

[distant gunfire]

[gunfire continues]

I don't know my mission.

[man shouts in Spanish]

- Fuck!
- [man yells]

- [gunshots]
- [groans]

I don't know
what I'm supposed to do!

Whatever you do,
just don't do it

in the middle
of the fucking street.

[men shouting in distance]

- [Josie gasps]
- [man shouts in Spanish]

- [gunfire]
- Fuck.

This is fucking insane!

[panting]

[girl screaming]

Hey!

Let her go.

Let her go!

Let her go!

[panting]

What the fuck was that?

What are you, a cop?

"Let her go"?

What's that girl to you?

He was holding her hostage.

What are we,
a hostage rescue team?

- Evidently not.
- No.

We're a kill team.

We have targets. Eliminating
our target is our mission,

and it is our only mission.

Any obstacle must be
circumvented or overcome.

And how do you overcome
a 16-year-old girl

with a gun to her head?

You shoot her yourself.

Then you shoot
the man behind her

and then you keep running.

That's murder.

[door closing]

It's survival.

[Joe sighs]

I need another month
with her, at least.

If we don't
get her embedded now,

they're gonna do
what they always do, Joe.

Take the path
of least resistance.

Walk with me, Captain.

Have a seat.

You got the whole thing
planned out?

I do.

Everyone knows their role?

You care to clue me in on mine?

You're gonna go home.

To Hood?

To Dallas.

No.

No, that's not my home.

It's your parents' home.

[Josie]
We don't...

we don't have
that type of relationship.

Why is that?

Mexican families
are supposed to be close.

Why isn't yours?

Because you know.

You've always known.

What else do you know

that you fucking
forgot to tell me?

[sighs]

I stayed away

because that's not my path.

Mm.

She knows about her father.

I don't know.

She fucking knows
about her father.

- I don't know. I suspect.
- What about your uncle?

Do you know your uncle?

- Have you met him?
- [Joe] The one you said

you'd never met, the one
you said doesn't exist.

- Have you met him?
- [Josie] You're the one

who shows up at the desert,
firing off questions

- about my family.
- Your drug-running,

murdering, monster of a family.

[speaks Spanish]

[responds in Spanish]

- Wow.
- Fuck!

Doesn't speak fucking Spanish.

Congratulations, Joe.

You just recruited a mole.

[Joe sighs]
I fucking knew it.

Bobby, Tucker?

Hold her here until MPC arrives.

Wait. What?

You fucking lied to me.

You fucking lied to me!

Your fucking father is a lawyer?

You don't speak Spanish?

You think
we're fucking amateurs?

We do this for a living.

I stayed away because
I don't want any part

of what they do. I don't...
I don't want to see it.

- I don't want to know it.
- And yet you do know it.

That's the fucking problem.

I agreed to join this program

because I believe in what I do.

- I-I believe in this c...
- No. No.

You're here to protect them.

That's what you're here to do.

I joined this program
because I love my country.

- Yeah?
- Just like you asked. Yes!

Really, you love it enough

to put your father in prison?

'Cause that's the best of
all possible outcomes for him.

What about your mother?
What the fuck does she know?

Your sister?
How about your cousins?

You expect me to believe
that you love it enough

that you're willing to destroy

everyone and everything
they ever built?

I fucking saved your life.

- All of you.
- Yeah.

Now we get to return the favor.

You get one chance
and one chance only.

I love my country.

Yeah, we're about
to find out how much.

[sniffles]

[line ringing]

[man]
Bueno.

Papá.

Josecita.

¿Cómo estás, papá?

Estoy bien.

¿Y contigo todo bien, chiquita?

[crying]
No. No, papá.

♪ ominous music ♪

♪♪♪

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪