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Jonas.

I'm going over
my recognition symbols for La Paz.

You ain't going to La Paz.
Get up and start walking.

Leave that for your team.
You're traveling.

- I'm flying solo?
- How are we doing on it?

You're going to Indonesia,
most ricky-tick.

We're cutting your travel documents.

- Good.
- What?

Some bigwig's niece
and her missionary friends...

are building churches
where they're not appreciated.

They're in danger and in hiding.
Gotta get them back.

- My team's training for La Paz.
- Mack's gonna take it.

- It's time, isn't it?
- Mack can take them, yeah.

But sending me in to get teenagers?

Passport, visa, an ID card,
and there's your ticket.

Daylight's burning.

Colonel.

- Conference call with Pentagon in five.
- Regarding?

Preparations for the senator's visit.

Preparations for the senator's visit.

I just cleaned the carpets.
Try not to mess it up.

What do you care? It's the CIA's van.

It took me three years of ass kissing
to get this upgraded from a donkey cart.

It's my van.

- I'll have the missionaries wipe their feet.
- Appreciate it.

So whose daddy
got you sent out here?

Ashley Krause.
Uncle's in the State Department.

- Lucky girl.
- Stupid girl.

Should be in college instead of out here
building churches no one wants.

The rebels already killed the converts.

Since they can't find the missionaries,
they're killing anyone that helped them.

Last thing I heard, they had the kids
stashed away at some farmhouse.

Yeah, they were.
Until the rebels killed the farmer.

And this guy, Hartano,
knows where to find them?

Says he does.
But you can't trust him.

- Thought he was your guy.
- I know him well enough not to trust him.

Neither should you. He'll extort you
then screw you over or vice versa.

- But other than that, you vouch for him?
- The locals are out for blood.

- So if things get hairy?
- Don't call. You're on your own.

- A lot of horsepower.
- How many miles?

- Like new, must sell.
- An '01?

Guy's owned a Carrera
for four years and it's like new?

- Mack, help me out.
- You lost me at 28K.

O.B.O.! I talk him down.
I don't ask to get behind the wheel.

I'm on a trip to Fantasyland.

- I'm not going through Leipzig.
- Here we go.

- I'm nonstop to Detroit.
- XLR.

Does buying a Caddy
make you all-American?

- Some of us like to give back.
- Brown, you want to weigh in on this?

- What, my dream car?
- Watch this.

- All teams ready?
- Bravo team ready.

Deuce and a quarter, convertible.

Deuce and a quarter?
That's Jonas... That's Top's exact car.

- No kidding?
- Best ride he ever got.

- He'll never let that one go.
- Four...

Right before he left.
Anything solid, you know?

- Execute.
- I thought he was never gonna...

One's still breathing.
But he doesn't look too good.

Changeover.
Backup team resets the room.

- Alpha, take the assault.
- Let's do it!

- Thanks.
- School is now in session.

- Now watch how it's done.
- Go get them.

- Any questions, senator?
- When I catch my breath.

Little shock and awe in your honor,
see how your money's being spent.

- Before you hit me up for more.
- You've been on this picnic before.

What are we looking at now?

That's our B team
moving around the bad guys...

so their relation to the hostages
will be a complete surprise.

Now, the live ammo.
Is that for my benefit, colonel?

Live ammo's standard.
No disrespect, senator.

But this unit doesn't do party tricks.

One of these teams
is about to be deployed.

Everybody squared away? I'll take one,
Brown two, Williams three, Grey four.

Each man's ordnance
covers his quadrant of the room.

Now, the hostages stay safe
through all that chaos?

To the bad guys, it's chaos.

But to us, it's a precision assault
by perfect shooters.

That's why training's crucial.

Why don't you take a seat?
Take my chair.

- All teams ready?
- Bravo Team ready.

Brown, take one.

Alpha team ready.

I have control. Stand by.

Five, four...

three, two, one.

Execute. Execute.

Thank you, men.

That's impressive.

My men would love a photo of you
in the shooting house.

- So would the minority leader.
- We'll move on.

It's looking a lot like lunch, huh?

- We'll see you boys at the grill.
- You buying?

- See you.
- Yeah, we'll catch you later, Coots.

We got more to do here?

On this?

You don't think that we're
ready to eat?

Damn.

- You took one.
- Grazed, yeah.

How?

Clear and holster your weapons.
We're sure as hell gonna find out.

Two, one.
Execute, execute, execute.

So the right side was heavy
so I went there.

Fired round one, two.

Two, went down the wall.

- One, two.
- Three, four.

- My corner, turned.
- Turned, fired three, four.

Spun, saw another target,
fired five, six.

It was my round.

I trimmed you.

- Do you speak English?
- Who are you?

- Peter Ostrander.
- Why are you here?

I work at the medical clinic.

You work at the medical clinic.
Why are you here?

Hold on. Hey, hey, it's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.

I just wanna show you.

I'm delivering medicine
to a few people in town.

- For Wulendi Alatas?
- She's got a bad infection.

You're with the church, from America.

No, I'm a doctor from Surinam.

- Why?
- My shot was off an inch.

About an inch? Why?

- I aimed off.
- You aimed off one inch with intent?

- No, it wasn't... I didn't...
- Walk it again.

- From the hall?
- Right there, you hit your corner.

I turned. I saw a target
on my right and I went for it.

- You did what?
- I shot at the third target.

No, what did you say?
What did you just say?

I went for it.
I went towards the target.

- Was I drawn?
- Stick with it. What happened?

I fixed on the target.
I adjusted sufficiently.

You stopped, you adjusted...

- I shot outside my quadrant.
- And?

- I fired before I saw deep.
- You remember that?

I fired blind.

- Well, that's not good, is it?
- No.

- Is it gonna happen again?
- No.

- Why not?
- Because I remember what I did.

Well, let's see.

Run it again, boys. Live and in color.

- You want to get that looked at?
- When we're done.

Today's a different kind of holiday.

It's Washington
Does Fort Griffith Day.

And we get to prove we're civilized folk
who know how to use a fork and such.

- I can follow the colonel's orders.
- Orders?

- Ryan sent over some talking points.
- For a tea party?

Mostly what not to say.
He's handling the begging bowl.

"Thank you for all your support,
senator."

Just like that.
And we've been asked to add a guest.

Turns out one of our own comes
from the senator's hometown in Texas.

Who's that?

Believe me, you don't want me there.

She's a ranking member
of the Armed Services Committee.

I didn't vote for her.

Aren't we lucky to live
where that's your own business?

Plus I'm babysitting.
Tiffy's counting on me.

Dory Grant, Pam's oldest,
is taking over.

You're still house hunting?

Not seriously. We probably
can't even afford to live off post.

- I didn't want to waste your time.
- I didn't ask. That's fine.

I went to the others because
I didn't want to waste your time.

Tea's at 1500. I'll be like this.

Tiffy's wearing a silk blouse.
Yes to stockings. See you there.

Peter Ostrander? Rudy Hartano.
So pleased to meet you.

- Likewise. Please.
- Thank you.

With all the medical supplies you
ordered, I feel like we are old friends.

Double espresso.

Speaking of friends,
I believe we know someone in common.

- He has a new van?
- Of course, Dan with the van.

- He's spoken of you.
- Good things, I hope.

The best.

You're a good liar, Peter.

I'm sure Dan told you
that I am a murderer and a cheat.

But he failed to say
that he's a terrible poker player.

And the man I killed
slept with my wife.

He did say you were a man
to be taken seriously.

Well, there are those things that cannot
be mended with a sunny disposition.

Broken promises, for an example.

- To honesty.
- To honesty.

The rebels have been
especially brutal lately.

They have been killing
missionary sympathizers.

If I may, I'd like to show you
a new line of medical products.

These are heart-rate monitors.
American-made.

Very nice. You have access to these?

Yes, but they're stuck in a warehouse
right now due to the local unrest.

When do you think things
will improve?

It is too hard to tell.

Foreigners arrive.
And what do they do? They depart.

We survived the Dutch for 350 years.

Foreigners don't know that our religion's
been here since the 12th century.

So when they take our land
and build a church...

you can understand our sensitivity.

I'm not unsympathetic to your people.

In any case, we have to wait
until things quiet down.

Our business will have to wait.

The clinic can really use these.

- I'd like to buy all your stock.
- Oh, I could not sell them to you.

- Why not?
- I have other customers.

These are a rare commodity
in this region.

What would you have me do?

Hold out for the highest bidder.

What a good idea.

Will this cover it?

- It will do.
- Delivery?

Oh, of course, my delivery
is out of the question.

Tell me the loading area.
I'll pick them up myself.

Excellent. I will write up your order.

She's being dog-and-ponied
as we speak.

I'll be walking her to her luncheon...

chew gum, see if I can't charm
some money out of her.

You bet. Have a good one.

Did you ever consider
the OCS, Sergeant?

- Can't say I have.
- Wise move.

Situation down in La Paz
is not sorting itself out.

- Gonna deploy.
- Now?

Next hour or so.
Here's a question I'd have put to Jonas.

Been putting it to him
since the new man came in.

In Jonas' absence, I'm asking you.
Is Alpha Team ready to go?

We will be.

- Say again?
- Sir, we will be.

That don't cut it.

Jackson, find Sergeant Coots for me.

Bravo Team will be taking this one.

Sir.

Hey, sorry, Mack.

- Hey, I didn't lobby for it.
- Give them hell.

Clean shot. We're ready to mix it up.

No, we're ready to clear the room.
Bravo Team's coming in.

- Bravo Team?
- They're taking our flight to La Paz.

Pack it in. We're standing down.

This one's on me. Sorry, guys.

Hey, "sorry" is what you tell your
girlfriend when you finish too quick.

Enough "sorry."

Grey, Williams, you get that Jeep
greased before you knock off.

Let's go.

- We were almost out of food.
- Sam was going back to town tomorrow.

- The Lord sent you just in time.
- Not the Lord, it was Ashley's uncle.

- Still, it was part of his plan.
- Are my parents angry?

Everybody quiet.
Stay low, stay close.

- Where are we going?
- To a safe house, then a landing zone.

- Is that like an airport?
- We're going home?

That's the idea. I want everybody
out of sight. Come on, let's go.

What about the mission?
What about our church?

It's gone. They burned it.

And if they find us,
they'll burn us too. Am I clear?

Daddy's home.

Daddy, I can hot pepper. Watch me.

I'm afraid your home's been designated
daycare for the afternoon.

- I'm just grabbing some gear.
- Packed to your specifications.

- And some lunch.
- Thanks.

- Tough morning?
- No.

Mack cracking the whip
with Jonas gone?

- Not giving you guys a lunch break?
- No, Mack's just...

- Just me doing some catch-up.
- Mom, Jen won't share.

- Catch-up?
- I'm gonna be late.

- You want to talk about it?
- No, don't wait up.

Try and stop me.

Any chance you could
not do that right now?

Did you remember,
or maybe even just notice...

a U.S. Senator's gonna be here
in an hour?

And the place smells like a gym.
Couldn't you either...?

What happened?

It's nothing.

What are you...? Stop it.

What the hell happened?
Is that a gunshot?

- I got trimmed.
- Shot.

You got shot. Did you even clean it?

- It's nothing.
- No! Damn it, no.

You don't come home...

you don't do this to me again
and give me "nothing."

And when you re-upped, I knew it!

And when you went behind my...
Two terms. That was our deal.

- Say it a little louder.
- Two more terms and out.

Now, how many more stitches? How
many more broken ribs? A skin graft?

How many more bandages
do I have to change...

or bug your ass to change
for nothing!

- The lie that you were getting out!
- Hey! Stop it, baby!

- Don't "baby" me!
- Stop! Calm down!

Let me go. That hurts.

Hurt or nothing from you.

Well, I can't take any more nothing.
So come on.

Tiff, don't.

Look what you've done.

What I've done?

I'll show you what I've done!

Yeah.

Right.

You're no neophyte
at reading budgets either.

You can't quadruple the missions a unit
handles without increasing training.

- Which is why your request is a priority.
- An unfunded priority.

- I don't make these decisions alone.
- But you are influential.

On both sides of the aisle,
if you butter me up.

- Let's not flatter...
- Colonel.

Old ranch family sits down
to Sunday-night dinner.

Big platter of chicken.
Mother wants to say grace.

They all bow their heads.
At that moment, the lights go out.

When they come back up,
there's an empty platter of chicken...

and Uncle Jeb with a fork
through the back of his hand.

Popularity of C.T. Aside,
the pie is only so big.

Understood.
Just remember, boots on the ground.

Nothing happens without them.

Can't get them on the ground
without the right hardware.

We talking Ospreys, Chinooks,
or Black Hawks?

I like them all.

Even the ones not built in my state.

Cut it. Cut it.

What's permitted to others
is not permitted to you.

Mind if I see that?

Headshots only.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Don't worry about it. Do it again.

- You sure you're all right?
- Yes, it was... You know, I goaded him.

It was after a training screwup.
I knew he'd be pissed.

- You need to be straight with me.
- I am.

This was all me.

Before was supposed
to be a one-time thing.

Well, before was just a push.

I don't mean "just."

But that was over a year ago.

The only way that Jonas and I kept it
internal was that it didn't fit a pattern.

- I know.
- A pattern's repetition.

Not one shove. Not an isolated event.

This wasn't that. I promise.

We've shared a bit,
wouldn't you say?

Mack and I really are doing better.

It will never be easy.
But that's us. It's fireworks.

A lot of good fireworks too.

- Just a sec.
- Who's home?

Colonel.

The senator's ahead of schedule.
You ladies ready for her?

Can do, Tom.
Just a slight change of plans.

- Tiffy's coming down with something.
- And Jen's had the flu.

We're moving the tea. Already have,
as a matter of fact. Your office didn't...?

Note I got about the Browns
being constituents?

Exactly. It's at the Browns' now.

Let's let Tiffy get back to bed.
I'll check on you later. Get some rest.

I'll be fine.

Yes, when Kim Brown
got the senator's invitations...

she insisted on hosting.

You know Texans.
Don't trust anybody else to get it right.

- Did Mack put a hand on her?
- No.

No, that will not happen again.

You, me and Jonas,
we all swore to that.

How ahead of schedule
is your senator?

She's wrapping up now.

Then we're in the wrong precinct,
aren't we?

Oh, my God. I can't believe this.

- Thanks for jumping in.
- I had a choice?

My mother would have a heart attack,
my house looking like this.

- Fine kettle of fish.
- Speaking of kettles...

MIA. Grab a pan. Or just nuke them
in the cups. Tea bags on the stove.

- Do you have any more chairs?
- Couple of lawn chairs.

Should we bring them in?

Remember.

It's none of her business
who you voted for.

I shouldn't say, "Gee, I wish
you didn't have that family fortune...

to finance a smear campaign
and steal an election"?

Senator, welcome.
What an honor. I'm Kim Brown.

- From Galveston, I'm told.
- Born and bred.

Afraid we have a house
full of kids today.

- Oh, future voters in my book.
- This is Molly Blane.

- A pleasure, senator.
- Please, come on in.

- Thank you.
- Welcome.

Peter Ostrander
from the medical clinic.

Hello, I got a little lost.

- Where are you going?
- I have garbage from the clinic.

- I was looking for a dumpsite.
- In the middle of the night?

As I said, I got a little lost.

So I'm heading back to the clinic now.

- His brother works at the clinic.
- Oh, what's his name?

Wait a minute. Stop.

Hey, listen to me. Listen.
There's deadly germs here.

Come on. Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

There's dangerous germs.
We're talking sharps here.

That is dirty needles,
contaminated garbage.

Only someone already infected
with AIDS, HIV, should search the van.

Malek, over.

Thank you.

All right, everyone in the house now.

Where are the other two?

Where's Ashley and her friend?

They decided to stay.
Well, actually, Sam wanted to stay.

And Ashley's his girlfriend so...

- Where are they?
- They went back to the farmhouse.

They jumped out
when you were moving the tree.

Go inside.

They think it's important
to continue the Lord's work.

Go!

What did you do to my van?

Oh, we're fine. Thank you.
You got any cash?

- What for?
- Two of them got away.

- What do you mean, "got away"?
- They went walkabout.

You want my opinion, forget them.
They made their choice.

Oh, and meanwhile,
life is a bowl of cherries for the folks...

who can't call Daddy and fly home
when things get interesting...

all because of two Bible-thumping
fools who haven't got a clue.

- I'm going back.
- Better you than me.

Give me your money.

All I got is 60,000 rupiah,
about 5 bucks.

Rudy's gonna want more.

You mean you gave all your money
to Rudy Hartano?

Well, he found them once.

You got lucky.
Don't trust him again. You'll regret it.

- Why?
- Because you trusted him once.

Congratulations.

On your 200th hour.

That's when new pilots
make their big mistakes.

Enough experience to be confident.
Enough to screw up real good.

We've all been there.

Chuckles here tried to jump out
of an airplane with the dummy chute...

before Pinkney
pulled him back inside.

G.I. Joe bounced a grenade
right off a tree, right back to our feet.

Should've seen us all running for our
lives before the damn thing exploded.

- What's the glove for?
- Well, actually, it's for your hand.

Just a small one.

I would not be able to show my face
back home if I missed this chance...

to thank you for all that you've done
for the military and their families.

Looks like there's still work
to be done.

Especially with moving assistance.

Furniture's overrated.

She's not saying no if you have some
extra cash laying around Capitol Hill.

I'll check my pin money.

- Are these homemade?
- Yes, ma'am.

What helped my family
get settled quickly here...

aside from all the women
who have been so great...

is the base daycare
and playground and the hospital.

Thanks for not forgetting us.

The gratitude is all mine.

Family support for our folks in uniform
is just crucial to our nation's defense.

And I know
that every one of you women...

has made
a special long-term sacrifice.

A sacrifice this nation
is eternally grateful for.

Please e-mail me or call me
with any questions or concerns...

you wanna bring to my attention.

Apologies for the late arrival.
I'm Tiffy Gerhardt.

I had issues to deal with.
But I'm glad I caught you.

- I've a concern to bring up.
- What's on your blouse?

- My husband's blood.
- Tiffy, let me get you something...

I assume the others thanked you
for your increased support for families.

Which, let's be honest, is such
a teeny sliver of the defense budget.

- What are you saying?
- What everyone knows.

That the real life-and-death need
of this unit...

is the expanded training facility
your committee has been sitting on...

- Giving serious consideration...
- For three years!

- Senator Webb is a guest in my home.
- And I hate to be rude.

But sometimes beating around
the bush is a waste of time.

- I know you're a busy woman.
- Do you?

So I'll make it quick. I look a mess here
because my husband was shot today.

Minor training accident.
"Nothing" to him.

It's what the men here
live with every day...

and why they drill so hard
from dawn till dusk...

every minute they aren't deployed
in hostile territory.

They cannot make mistakes.
Their training has to be relentless.

Five years ago, we had three platoons
sharing this shooting house.

Now there's four and a fifth coming.
But no more hours in the day.

Maybe training doesn't look as sexy
on the budget as high-tech hardware.

But I guaran-damn-tee you,
there is not a wife here...

who, if told there's no more money
to be had, wouldn't say "Fine.

Put every penny
into helping our men prepare.

Give them their best shot
at coming home alive...

and screw the new roof
on the community center."

And that's it.

Anyone for a refill?

Good work.
Couldn't have rigged it better myself.

You wanna know
where I got the body parts?

No. How much they pay you
for the location of the missionaries?

Does it matter
when everyone is happy?

How are they?

They look good to me.

- You two okay?
- He tries that again, I'll spit this out.

- And I'll cut your throat.
- He's a maniac.

- I want him arrested now. I want...
- Enough.

If you were a woman, I'd marry you.

You couldn't take the period
of adjustment.

The senator still here?

Yeah, we've pushed her flight twice.

No, I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.
I'm not saying.

Ten million dollars is not chicken feed.

- Oh, not to us but to your committee.
- No.

It may be hog fodder
but it's not chicken feed.

I'm not suggesting
how to do your job.

But out of curiosity...

how much does it cost to reconstruct
one of those helicopters?

Just one, out of how many ordered?

No. You're barking up the wrong tree.
You have to go after missile defense.

- That's where the real fat is.
- Now you're talking.

We'll pinch there.
We'll take it from the Air Scouts.

Just don't get me to have any
base closings, because you know...

Actually, I'd like to see the steam
coming out of the ears...

of my esteemed colleagues
on the committee.

Is that what happens
when their blood boils over?

Well, there she is.
As promised, your very own van.

- Our friend Dan won't mind?
- Oh, I know he will.

Not so fast!

Kill the witness, huh?

You're as clever as I am.

What are you talking about?

You were gonna shoot me
and take the van back.

No, I wasn't gonna shoot you.

You think I'm a fool?
I saw you reach for your gun.

It wasn't my gun.

It was the last piece of your payment.

- Where is this wire from?
- The van.

- You disabled the van?
- I needed insurance.

You could've just taken the van
and sold me out.

- Wouldn't that be dishonest?
- In some circles.

I'm hurt, Peter,
that you do not trust me.

I guess that makes us even.

Only now you have the gun
and my insurance.

We even then?

I'd say so.

You know, I'm gonna miss you.

Peace would be nice
but you're good for business.

Oh, don't worry. There'll be other
missionaries here in a year or so.

And you'll be back to rescue them.

Hell, no.

When she asked
if I had anything stronger...

I thought you were gonna bust a gut.

So good day all around.

Not for the guys.

- I think I know who shot Mack.
- Bob?

If he's anything like mine,
he's gonna need a little space.

Mind another piece of advice?

If you wanna shop for off-post housing,
don't go to Carl Farge.

I didn't think you'd approve.

I don't.

And I won't charge commission.

How are you gonna make a living?

Baby, I don't make a living
off of family.

How are you doing, colonel?

About 10 years younger as soon as I got
that Potomac River rat back on her plane.

You got a little project there?

Remember the night Lyle carved that?

- The guy was a master blaster.
- Yeah.

Well, for all the good it did him.

Quite a team you had
right out of selection.

You and Jonas together.

Yeah.

Now you're the only one left.

Dealing with a green recruit.

- Brown's all right.
- A new guy always takes effort.

- You broke in Grey, broke in Williams.
- That's right.

Where is your team?

What?

Your team. They knock off yet?

- Good guy didn't feel the breeze.
- How'd you know we stuck it there?

- I sensed it, I felt him there.
- Thought we'd get you with that one.

Looks like Brown's ready
to put us in the barrel.

Set the room. We'll answer.

Mack.

Something else I remembered
about this morning.

- Yeah?
- You were out of position.

Couple of steps over the line
into my area.

Sorry.

- Sorry doesn't put you back in position.
- Well, I ain't sorry about that.

That's what we do at this level.
Add the unexpected.

Sorry's for the stuff after.

I get you.

So let's run it. I think maybe
we've figured out a thing or two.