All language subtitles for Special Ops Lioness S01E03

What are you studying?

Cruz, head in the game.
What are you studying?

Art history?

Do you know anything
about art?

Not really, no.

What if someone happens to ask
you about Picasso or Renoir?

English, then.

Name five books
by Herman Melville.

Okay, fine, you tell me.

Undecided.
- That's interesting.

It's boring as fuck,
that's the point.

Don't let her friends
dig into you.

Answer their questions
with questions.

Your life is boring,
their life is fascinating.

Ask them questions
about their lives.

It's all they want
to talk about anyway.

Have you been
to Chesapeake?

Yes.

It's fucking beautiful.

They will bug and place
a tracker in your vehicle,

they will sweep your phone.

Do not call from
your mark phone.

Any problems text "call me"
to Daddy in your contacts.

"Call me" to Daddy, got it.

Roger that, ma'am.

Roger that, ma'am.

When you're ten blocks from
the house kill the burner.

Gonna kill it
right now, ma'am.

Why now?

This is the perfect spot.

Good luck.

That was fast.

They buddied up
pretty good in Kuwait.

I'm not surprised she called.

But you're surprised
about something.

She has access to more
money than I expected.

A lot more.

And more connections
in the States.

Who owns the house
in Chesapeake?

Morning ladies, care to hear
the specials today?

Surprise us with them.
- Two specials?

Please.

Any allergies to shellfish,
peanuts, gluten?

I'm allergic to my ex-husband,

to everything else I'm immune.

No allergies.

Qudrah Petrol owns the property.

That's strange.
- Very.

You have a theory?
- None that make sense.

Both founding members of OPEC.

That's not enough.

Maybe they're onto us.

Even if they were,
they wouldn't send his daughter

on the op
to shut us down.

No, they'd throw a big party
and plant someone on her.

Possibly.
- Like they're doing today.

I have a team waiting
in case we're blown.

And I'd rather have it blow
here than Dubai or Jordan.

How well do you know
Senator Palmer?

Chairs Foreign Intelligence.

A real fucking asshole.

I bet.

This one of your
science experiments?

This one survived
the experiment.

Nice to see someone did.

Are you joining us?

I'm leaving.

Keep me posted.

Yep. Excuse me.
- Mm-hmm.

I took the liberty
of ordering for you.

I hope you don't mind.

Isn't even noon, and I'm
already sick of making
decisions.

I appreciate you taking
one off my plate.

Got a couple more I can
help you with.

Slick, smiling motherfucker.

Joe.

Hey, Joe.

What fuck are you doing?

You think I'm having
you snatched?

You never can tell.
It is a Monday, Kyle.

God, look how fucking
wound up you are.

Jesus, I miss the Middle East.

I'm so fucking sick of Mexico.
- Mm.

What are you doing here?

Um, I'm late for my class
at Soul Cycle.

You between things?

You know I can't talk
about that.

Certainly not on the street
across from the fucking Capital.

How many audio amplifiers are
outside this restaurant?

I'm just asking if
you're on the clock.

There's a meter
running, Kyle. Yeah.

You, uh...
You got your team here, too?

Could I borrow 'em
for a day or two?

We're pretty busy, buddy.

Look, I'm in a bind, okay?

Got a contact trafficking
for the Sonorans,

they're bringing in
Syrians and Afghans

over by the fucking truckload.

Sounds like a good mark.

Except he's stuck in a
fucking jail in Van Horn, Texas

and when the snitches
get word across the border

he's a fucking dead man.

In jail for what?

Nothing.
DUI.

But he's in the system,
fucker's wanted.

When they figure that out
they're gonna hand him over

to Homeland Security
and some desk warrior's

gonna try and flip him
and he's fucking dead.

What do you want my team for?

I want to snatch him
on the transfer.

Are you out of
your fucking mind?

I don't have a choice.

If Homeland finds out that we're
planting a flag on the border

it'll end up in the news.

With these fucking
head hunters in Congress now,

there will be a hearing

and then they start
flipping fucking stones.

Looking for us everywhere.
- Yeah. Okay.

Look, my team's on
something right now.

We could be wheels
up at any minute.

Nobody else has a team?

No, they're all in Ukraine,
Taiwan, or fucking Africa.

And they won't let me
have a team state-side.

There's a decent
Constitutional reason
for that, Kyle.

You got one.
- I have a protection detail.

And it's just as illegal.

I'll give you three.

But I'll need them back
in 48 hours.

You got it.
- Expect a call.

I fucking love you, Joe.

You don't fucking love me.
You owe me, motherfucker.

When I need it most.
- Done.

Check check check.

I hope you guys
can hear me.

Good afternoon, Miss Adid.

Hi.
- Any bags?

Uh...
just one, I can get it.

No, no, please. I insist.

Everyone's by the pool.
Come, I'll show you the way.

Thanks

Virginia Alpha-Alpha-Kilo...

Quebec.

You made it!

Told you I was coming.

I had my doubts.

Come.

This is my friend Zara.

That's Nala, Malika,
and Nashwa.

What's up, Zara?

You got my fucking hair wet!

You're in the fucking pool.

Such a brute.

Why does God only give
good bodies to assholes?

Malika?
- Hmm?

Come meet Zara.

She's rescued another stray.

I'll explain the
whole soap opera:

Kamal is Sami's best friend.

Who's Sami?
- Behind the bar.

Kamal used to date Nashwa,
then he dated Malika

so Malika and Nashwa
hated each other,

but then he did what Kamal does,
and fucked some little blonde,

so she broke up with him,
but by that time

Nashwa was dating Sami,
so Kamal is still with us...

And Malika and Nashwa
are best friends again

because they have
someone in Kamal

they can both hate together.

Doesn't seem to bother him.

Not much bothers Kamal.

And depending on the night
and who drinks the most

and whether he comes
home alone or not,

one of them will find
their way into his room.

It's all very...

So, Nashwa dates Sami...

Used to, they broke up
as well.

Then...

What are they doing here?

Kamal is my fiancé's brother.

He's working.

Very serious.

Ah.

Let me get a look at you.

Oh, uh...

Take off the glasses.

She was in a car wreck.

So?

Oh my God.

I told you.
- That looks terrible.

Does it hurt?

Little bit.

This will help.

What is it?

I warn you,
his drinks are evil.

Put on your suit.
Let's go to the beach.

Oh, I've got it on,
let me just...

How are you going to
find a husband in that?

What? This is good,
this is pretty.

No. Come with me.

And the project begins.

I want to see.

Mm-mm.

You're so shy.

I'm not shy, it's just...

If I can't see it how are you
going to wear it on the beach?

That is my point.
I can't wear this at the beach.

I told you it was a bad wreck.

What did that?

I don't know.

The seat belt I guess.

Got against the door
pretty hard.

Did you see a doctor?

I'm fine.

No, you are not fine.

What a fucking mess.

How we doing?

It ain't great.

It's a fucking
observation nightmare.

It's a house, sits on a
peninsula, surrounded by trees.

There's no approach.

I mean, we do have
a satellite on it,

but we're only
getting God's view.

So we're going
to rent a yacht.

How's our girl?

Well, she's beat to shit
and it freaked 'em all out.

Think they called
a fucking doctor.

A doctor?

Yeah, I'm thinking maybe we
try to pull her out of there.

How, we can't call her?
They're screening the phones.

Well, we don't know that.

Qudrah Petrol owns the house.
They're screening calls.

What's Qudrah Petrol?

Saudi Oil
and Mobile joint venture.

Makes more money than
Amazon and Apple combined.

Case officer on the border
needs help with an extraction.

I need three, who's in?

A hot extraction?

Doesn't get any
hotter than this.

Fuck, I'll go.
- Pick me, coach.

Oh, I'm in.

Sending you his number.

You kids stay out of trouble.
Boss...

Wish us luck.
- Good luck.

Where's the bugs?

Got one in the tassel
on her purse.

One in the charm
on her necklace.

Let me see.
Yeah.

None in the car?

I was worried they'd sweep it.

Yeah, well, I'm worried
they're gonna sweep her.

And if they do now there's
just three of us

going to get her.

That's why we make
the big bucks.

Hi, Zara, I'm Dr. Brumley.

Deep inhale.

Good, hold it.

Exhale.

Again.

Exhale.

Good.
You can set your arm down.

Car crash?

Yeah.

I want to show you something.

Typically, in an auto
accident, the hematomas,

the bruising, covers
large areas evenly,

because it is large areas
of the vehicle

that causes the trauma.

Your contusions are not
consistent with that.

It was a compact car.

May I?

They're all the size
of a fist.

Oh, fuck it.
That's it.

We should probably
get on the road.

We're about 15 minutes
from the house.

Why are we fifteen
from the house?

Because this is
the closest hotel.

Unless you want me to
rent a surveillance van

from local PD?

Come on, let's go.

No, no, we're not
pulling her out.

We'll blow the whole
fucking operation.

As a physician, when I see
signs of physical abuse

I am legally bound
to report them.

Come on, Cruz.
Come on, come on.
Just say something.

Just talk your way out of this.

I know it might feel like that
will make things worse,

but it doesn't get
much worse than this.

And reporting it is how
the abuse stops.

I already reported it.

I just didn't tell them.

She, um...

She invited me up here and...

I'm trying to make friends.

I'm trying to start a new life.

I'm trying...

I'm really, really trying.

Please don't tell them.

Please...

It's not my place to
tell your friends,

But I need to be assured
that the authorities are aware.

They arrested him
last night in North Carolina.

That's... That's why I'm here.

I'm...

I'm getting away.

At least I'm trying to.

That's pretty fucking good.

Yeah, it's not bad.

I want another go at
that SERE instructor

who put us in
this situation.

There's turning up the heat,

then there's setting
her on fire.

Yeah.

I told him to do it.

It's my fault.

It's real hard to watch
the sunset from the restaurant

if the sun had already set.

Then go.
Go to the fucking restaurant.

Been in there a while.
- Will you take them to town?

Malika is missing the sunset.

You'll catch up?
- Maybe.

She should just get a dog.

She did.

She's fine.

Separated a few ribs.

She's gonna be sore for a while.

Ice on that nose will help.

Thank you.

Where'd everyone go?

Oh, who cares?

We have the beach
to ourselves now.

Dodged a bullet there.

All those nosy friends
are gonna be a fucking problem.

Soon as we get names,
dig hard.

We're gonna get
pretty nosy, too.

When is the wedding?

June.

Do you know where yet?

I would love to do it here.

Or the Hamptons.
You know the Hamptons?

No.

Well, it's just every day
there's a celebration.

But my family will
want everyone there, so Kuwait.

If I'm lucky maybe we
get to do it in Dubai.

You've been to Dubai?

Mmm.

Have you been anywhere?

Iraq.

Ugh.

Kuwait.

So boring to me.

Keep the desert.

I hate the heat and
the wind and the filth.

You can lie to yourself
in a palace, but when

the palace walls are behind you,

and the lie stares
you in the face...

Ehsan works in Manhattan,
thank God.

I could never marry a man
who wants to live

in the Middle East,
where I choke on the sand

and all their rules.

In Turkey there is
this beach, Oludeniz.

And there is this place
they call the Blue Lagoon.

It's heaven.

My great fantasy is to
be ravaged on that beach.

Sounds like a good place for
your honeymoon.

Oh, no.
Ehsan is no ravager.

He's too...

Kamal, maybe.

Oh, that's not being ravaged.
That's being dry humped.

I think I'll be much happier
after I have babies

and the world allows me
to be fat.

Know what I mean?

Not at all.

Of course you don't.
When will you be fat?

But someday I'll be fat
and I can't wait.

Maybe then this thing
will leave me alone.

The sand doesn't bother you?

Oh, no, I love it a little.

I always thought sand
on the body was so erotic.

I rolled in the sand all over,

pulled Ehsan
into the trees.

But then sand got everywhere

and he itched and I itched.

Turns out sand
is not erotic after all.

It's funny how these
images in our minds...

There's no
recreating them.

They're only for the mind.

No matter how hard we try.

Stay away from
Malika and Nashwa.

Nala's a nuisance,
but she's harmless.

The other two...

They hate every friend
I try to make.

And they'll hate you, too.

Then why be around them?

Because it's not just husbands
they choose for you.

They choose your friends, too?

They choose it all.

This fucking day.

Jesus, don't you knock?

Why would I knock, Kate?
It's my fucking house.

Where's your father?

Porch. Where else?

What's your name?

Michael, ma'am.

Oh, we're way past ma'am.

You got a phone, Michael?

I do.

Give it to me.

You want my--
- Give it to me.

You don't even know the code.

Hello.

Hi, this is Kate's mom.

Oh, hi.

You ready for me
to pick him up?

I walked in on your son
dry humping

my half-naked daughter,
so I'd say yes.

Wait, doing what?

He'll wait
for you at the curb.

Um, okay, I'll be--

Get out of my house.

Go to your room.
- What did I do wrong?

Go to your room.

Tell me what I did wrong
and I'll go to my room.

Tell me I did anything
you didn't do at my age.

And, by the way, you can't
just show up every six months.

Play parent,
and "lay down the law."

What law?
Your law doesn't even matter.

My law is the only
thing that matters.

I'm your mother.
I brought you into this world.

Did I ask you to do that?

I was pulled into
this world, screaming.

Oh, come on.

Nobody bothered to ask if
I wanted to be here.

And yet I'm here, anyway.

So I'll choose how I spend my
time here, thank you very much.

And if you want to kick me
out of your house?

Fine. Do it.
I'll survive.

But don't think you can
tell me how to live the life

that I never asked
for you to give me.

All right, give me a better
image of the bile duct,

but I say take it.

It looks acute to the head
of the pancreas.

Yeah, I know what
it looks like, Tom.

But we are in the business
of eliminating possibilities.

I see no abnormalities,
I see no...

Tom.
Fucking surgeons.

As the attending,
I am instructing you

to remove the spleen
and the bile duct.

When he dies of meningitis
in five years,

I'll remind you of
this in the law suit.

Yeah, you do that.
You do that, right on the stand.

This asshole.
- I heard that.

I wanted you to hear it, Tom.

I can see it's Monday
for everyone.

This is gonna be a
week of Mondays.

I hate to pour on,
but our daughter was having

quite the petting session
on our sofa.

We have rules about that.

Rules?

Yeah, anything over the jeans
is fine, but they stay on.

She has discretion
with her shirt.

Discretion with the shirt.

I sacrificed the top to
protect the bottom.

You left some meat on the bone
in negotiation there.

You should have
consulted with her mother.

When was I gonna do that?

I'm going to go take a shower.
How long is this going to last?

Well, it depends on when he
starts doing what I fucking ask.

Woo!

Fuck it.

Thanks.

Unless you care
for something stronger.

It's two in the morning.

I'm on vacation.
So are you.

Not really.

You could be.

Yeah, I lack the trust fund
for endless vacation.

You don't need a trust fund.

Just need to find
a guy with one.

I'm good. Thanks.

Stop it.

I fucking mean it.

Ooh, she's a fighter.

I'm off to my room.

Perfect.

Get your second wind?

Just getting some water.

What the fuck happened to you?

Nothing. I'm fine.

Bitch knows karate
or something.

No means no, player.
- Come on.

All right, we're gonna crash.
- Yeah. Me, too.

Fuck.

Miss Adid?

Everything okay?

I've had better days.

We're around if you need us.

Thank you.

So we're 29% of our RTP.
What's in the SDR?

118 billion in holdings,
114 in allocations.

I'd start with London.

I agree.

Makes as much sense
as cap and trade.

Any other paper claiming this?

Just London.

What's the Prime Minister
trying to hide today, I wonder?

It's a real problem.

Government has overused
media to push a narrative,

now nobody believes
anything they read.

So there's no way to release
legitimate information

and get anyone
to pay attention to it.

I didn't plant it.

I didn't.

How does that story help me?

Not sure.
I don't know your case load.

Is Iraq's oil production
back to normal?

Hundred million barrels
last month.

Exxon-Mobil's
biggest partner.

And BP.

How much of that oil
makes it here?

About five percent of it.

You've got a new case.

Same case.
New target.

Qudrah Oil sells
12 million barrels a day.

Every day.

Be careful poking
that bear, Kate.

Or the target will be on you.

Want to go to Fiola
for dinner tonight?

Yeah, sure.

Errol.
- Hmm?

Face me.

Then the sun's on my screen
and I can't work.

I'll have my assistant make
a reservation at seven.

Six.

Gotta wake up at two, and track
this mess of a Chinese market.

What are we doing in
this fucking relic?

This thing got fucking AC?

Nope.

Wanna talk ROE?

Perfect world
we take him clean.

I'd like to avoid a gunfight.

Yeah, me too,
but that shit rarely happens.

So, what's the play?

Avoid it unless it happens
then win at all costs.

What agency are we under?

What's our flag, Kyle?

What fucking agency
approved this?

It's not authorized.

We're off the rez on this one.

Man, listen. You know these
cop cars got cameras,

These officers got body
cams and fucking radios.

There ain't
no off the reservation.

You fucking door kickers.

Oh, that's just fucking great.
Way to complicate things.

I'd turn off your phones.

This motherfucker.

Here comes our target.

Boys, I think this
van has another tail.

Shit.

Let's see if I can get
this guy to pass me.

Exit's up here.

If they take him,
they're gonna do it there.

You'd better be Johnny
on the spot with that EMP.

Soon as they make their move,
you fucking zap 'em.

Oh, fuck me.

Now!

Christ.

Let me see your hands!

May not look like it, but
we just saved your lives.

Leave us out of your
fucking report.

Let's go!

Move!

Rapido, motherfucker!

Face down, now!

Don't see shit!
- Face down!

Stay there.

Move!

Done some stupid
shit in my life.

This fucking tops it.

I thought that went
pretty good.

Fuck!
- Fuck!

Randy, drive this
motherfucker.

How in the fuck do you expect
us to get away with this?

We just did.

We'll see about that.

What we're going to do is
hear this on the fucking news.

Administration won't even
admit there is a border.

Worse than what we did happens
every day out here.

Every fucking day,
and nobody covers it.

And if they do,
the Administration

kills the story before it
even teases going national.

This story was over when
we got back in the truck.

I come bearing gifts.

Thank you.

How'd it go?

Well, one of 'em got handsy,

but Cruz thumped him pretty
good by the sounds of it.

They arguing?

Ehsan is sending him home.

He thinks no means try harder.

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's fine.

Besides, he got
the worst of it, so...

I heard.

No more Sami for a while.

He goes home to grow up, and
I think we go somewhere, too.

Where?

A surprise.

I love surprises.

ETA on the boys?

Wheels down 1600.

They'll have to catch up.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

You're really bad
with make up.

I told her that.

Don't worry.
I'll help you on the plane.

The plane?

Don't spoil it.

This isn't the way
to the airport.

She said plane and the
airport is behind us.

They're going
to the fucking FBO.

I'm gonna need a tail number.

Fuck!

Yeah, that's great, Tex.

No one's going to
see you out there.

November-878-Foxtrot-Lima.

N9109, is that
a type of plane or something?

It's the tail number.

Like a license plate
for planes.

Yay! You're going to be
so much fun to spoil.

She thinks on her feet.

That she does.

Get me a flight path.

I need a jet ready to travel.
We're one hour out.

No destination yet.

Tex, we got it.
Come back.

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