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We're good, Ryan. Relax.
So, Vogler Industries,
they're the ones that found this deposit of, uh...
Tantalum.
Right. And they stand to make trillions.
Yeah, if they can figure out a way to mine it.
The process of extraction and refining is extremely toxic.
So they'd be looking at a lot of regulations and red tape.
Which is exactly why they need the local partner
in Cinco Palmas. That's Reyes.
Can you prove that?
No.
What happens if Reyes loses the election?
Well, then Reyes and Vogler get nothing,
and that's exactly why they killed Jimmy.
Because they couldn't risk exposing anything
this close to the election.
Shit.
Hey, babe. What's up?
Where the fuck are you?
Uh, well, I can tell you where I'm not,
but I think you already know that.
- Fuck you, Mike. - Hey.
I wouldn't still be here if I didn't think
it was the right thing to do, and you know that.
Well, tell that to the O.I.G.
when you're getting your balls hammered.
Look, just talk to Greer, okay? He'll explain everything.
Greer's not with me.
Fucking José! We got to go.
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Oh, come on.
God.
Piece of shit.
Pop the hood.
Mike.
Shit!
Holy shit.
Come on.
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Oh, shit.
How dare you show your face here!
Your men did this!
Reyes did this!
Murderer!
Let go of me!
May God punish you!
Traitor!
You damn murderer!
Vamos.
Do you like the rum?
This is the cheapest rum in Venezuela.
Just the soldiers and borrachos drink it,
but it's good.
It's like, uh... lighter fluid.
Try some?
Where did they go?! Where?!
You want to be a dead body on CNN, huh?!
Huh?!
Something funny, coño de tu madre?
Ah... sí.
Yeah, your boss must be really desperate
if he has to rely on you.
Huh?
Yeah. That's funny.
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This asshole's passed out.
Let's go.
We'll come back later.
We will not stand idle...
while the Americans...
influence our election.
That is why the National Election Commission...
voted...
unanimously...
to move up the Presidential election.
Voting will begin tomorrow morning.
This isn't fair!
If Reyes was fair, I wouldn't be running against him.
The fight goes on.
The fight is ours...
and you must not forget that.
And our responsibility...
is to get out on the streets and tell the people...
that the election has moved up.
The election will be won out there.
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And we're trying to organize...
peacefully.
We're going to every precinct in the city.
We're hitting the streets.
We'll tell the people where they can vote...
and what time the polls close.
Are you with me?
Gloria.
Don't worry, I'll handle this.
Everybody stay inside.
Everything okay, Captain?
How are you, Señora?
How can we be of assistance?
There have been reports of disturbances.
Some rioting.
President Reyes sent us to provide you extra security.
Please tell President Reyes
that we appreciate the generous offer.
But we are fine.
Maybe you didn't understand, Señora.
It wasn't an offer.
It was an order.
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Mike.
Mariana here?
She, uh, she drove to Colombia with Roberto and the kids.
Listen, Mike, I don't know what to tell you, but I...
Don't. We're past that.
Where's Greer?
I took him to the airfield.
From this moment forward, every word out of your mouth
had better be the fucking truth.
Where'd you take him?
Reyes' men...
took him to a camp in the jungle.
- What camp? - I don't know.
Somewhere near Puerto Maripana.
-You'll take us there. -I don't know the exact coordinates.
But even if I did, it's heavily guarded by a whole platoon.
Did you kill Filiberto Ramos?
In the embassy, did you kill him?
Did you tell Reyes we had men in the jungle?
Mike...
Did you tell him?
He threatened my family, Mike.
If I didn't help, they were gonna kill Mariana.
I didn't have a choice.
Can't leave him.
He'll just tell Reyes we were here.
I won't. I swear.
Shut up.
We'll take him with us.
We need a car.
It's parked behind the house.
Give me the keys.
Let's go.
Get the car.
I'll be right there.
Mike...
You all right?
No.
We're gonna rendezvous with what's left of the S.A.D. guys,
and we're gonna make our way to the Colombian border.
But what about Greer?
Once we're out of the country, I'll lobby for a rescue mission.
You can't wait for a rescue mission, Mike.
Greer has a heart condition.
- Jesus Christ. - That's why he's in Venezuela.
They pushed him out of Moscow.
-Why didn't you tell me this shit? -I'm telling you now.
I don't see a lot of other options here, do you?
I mean, even if we go up there,
we're five guys against, what, 35, 40?
Do you know how much money we have?
Bonalde, Bonalde, Bonalde...
It's all her friends talk about.
I feel like I'm running a refugee camp for millennials.
Well, the good thing is...
if Gloria wins...
we'll get our husband back.
I don't know how you'd manage, Claudia.
To live in a regular house after Miraflores.
I don't think we'll have to find out.
My love!
You're home early.
I wanted to see you.
I don't mean to interrupt.
Don't be silly.
I was just leaving.
Call me.
- Sí. Sí, mi amor. - Sí.
Good to see you.
Same to you.
Say hi to Nicolás.
What's wrong?
Nicolás sent arsonists to Catia.
In the same neighborhood where we grew up.
He was sending a message.
Are you sure it was Nicolás?
He murdered over a dozen innocent people...
including children.
He's lost his way.
I'm scared...
for our family.
They're our family, Miguel.
Claudia is my sister.
Nicolás would never hurt us.
I know Nicolás!
He's a murderer.
He imprisons anyone who threatens him.
He needs to be stopped!
The Americans offered to protect us...
if I help to take him down.
I assume you told them no.
Oh, no, Miguel.
What about me and Maria?
Everything we have is here!
For God's sake, listen to me!
Our life is with each other.
No matter where.
We leave for the United States in two days.
Tell Maria we're going on vacation.
We'll explain when we get there.
Please...
Just two suitcases.
Leave all of this behind?
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- Lisa... - No, I told you,
no one is going to approve a military operation in Venezuela.
What about a humanitarian one?
What?
Greer's being held in a prison camp
with about 35 Venezuelan nationals.
They're under military guard.
What are you asking me for?
- Black Hawks for an evac. - For the prisoners?
Political prisoners seeking U.S. asylum, yeah.
Says who? You?
Reyes has them hidden in the jungle for a reason.
And I doubt it's because they're friends of the regime.
Okay, fine. I'm... I will see what I can do.
But if this happens, it is a humanitarian mission only.
There are no guns. There is no firepower.
Okay? It is evac only.
Yeah. No problem.
And, uh... one more thing.
- What? - Not a big deal, it's just...
if you know somebody who could take out a satellite for us,
it'd be great.
What the fuck
do you think I'm made of? I mean, you think
I can fucking pull miracles out of my ass for you?
Jesus fucking Christ!
Slow, slow.
What are you, a doctor?
No. Medicine, no.
Of literature, yes.
I am Dr. Porfirio González at your service.
Jim Greer.
You are the first man from the United States
that Reyes has sent here.
Yeah. Lucky me.
You must have really fucked up to end up in here.
Ah...
I pissed off the wrong people.
The president of Venezuela.
What?
Hey, what are you guys in here for?
You have here...
journalists who spoke out against government corruption.
Politicians who challenged Reyes.
Academics.
Artists.
We even have a sculptor.
What did he do?
He sculpted a statue of the first lady.
She was naked...
and...
being fucked by the winged angel of justice.
We spoke our minds, and, for that reason,
we were taken from our homes and our jobs,
our families left behind to wonder what happened.
Does the U.S. know about this place?
Are more Americans coming for you?
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You know, I can think of 17 different ways
this plan of yours could go wrong.
Just 17?
- Coming with you, man. - No, you're not.
We should do this together, Jack.
Listen to me. If anything goes wrong,
I need someone to put the pieces together
and prove what Reyes did.
Well, that's your area of expertise, not mine.
You know, I'm still your boss.
I could go upriver,
send you to break into Monica Herrera's office.
I really hope you don't.
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Don't die.
Can't promise anything.
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Thorne's dead.
It's all over the news.
What are we supposed to fucking do?
I've spoken to corporate. Everything's getting sorted out.
People want to leave, let them leave,
but they forfeit their share.
What the hell?
Search him!
The fuck are you doing here again?
What's the money for, asshole?
Figured I'd hire you.
You got a lot of balls,
coming out here without a weapon.
How 'bout I keep the bag of money
and put a bullet through your brain?
But then you guys wouldn't get
the five other bags just like that one.
Go on.
There's a prison camp
in the jungle, 15 kilometers north.
We lost a guy, and we want him back.
Is it the one who did this?
Focus on the money.
Two bags now.
Eight when we finish the job.
- Deal. - Deal.
Sorry for the hostilities, bro.
But you can never be too careful in this business.
No problem. Couldn't agree more.
We hadn't have a new prisoner here in months.
We don't get any news of what's happening in the world.
The election?
There's an election coming up.
Reyes has a real challenger.
If he doesn't put his finger on the scale, she might win.
"She"?
Yeah, her name is Gloria Bonalde.
She's my wife.
Everyone, it's time to show your love for our President!
Welcome the man who love Venezuela and all Venezuelans...
President Reyes!
My fellow Venezuelans...
I'm so happy to see so many people...
brothers...
and sisters...
gathered here together.
When I was elected President...
our beautiful country...
was suffering from...
corruption...
crime...
and economic ruin.
As President...
it has been my duty...
to guide...
Venezuela...
towards more prosperous times.
But my job...
is not done yet!
Tonight was...
spectacular.
You could feel the energy...
in the crowd.
The optimism.
Miguel, you should have been there.
Yes.
I'm sorry.
I missed it.
Where were you?
At home.
A little drama there.
Nothing serious, I hope.
No.
Maria's boyfriend broke up with her.
At that age everything seems like the end of the world.
Because for her it is.
They grow up so fast.
Yes.
And you, Nicolás?
How do you stay so calm?
The night before an election...
I'd be a wreck.
He doesn't worry about anything.
It's really a gift.
I wish that were true.
Many things trouble me.
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The time before an election is always...
emotional.
It makes people do strange things.
Isn't that right, Miguel?
I'm sorry, but you'll have to finish without us.
Miguel.
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What's going on?
The satellite is down, sir.
Bastos thinks the Americans did something remotely.
What are your orders, sir?
Kill the prisoners and bury them in the jungle.
You've taken this too far!
Have I?
There must be 30 men in that camp.
41...
actually.
Give Bastos the order.
There's the front entrance there.
There's a guard tower on the opposite side,
and there are machine guns stationed at the corners.
Overlapping fields of fire.
- Probably pre-sighted. - No doubt.
Let me see the case?
Is that good or bad?
You sure you saw an image the last time you checked this?
Yeah, but that was two fucking days ago.
This ambassador that's in charge of the satellite...
- how reliable is she? - Well, to be honest,
I don't really know her that well.
She's the ex-wife of a friend of mine.
Well, fuck it.
We've come all this way.
Let's do this.
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We're in position.
Low.
What the fuck is that?
- Who's shooting? - It's not us!
Move!
Psst.
Fuck is everyone?
Look sharp.
They're not paying us enough to walk into a fucking ambush.
Clear.
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Clear.
Shit.
Down! Get down!
Stay down! Down!
Get the fuck down!
- Greer?! - Get down!
Greer?! Greer?!
Where is the American?
Where is he?
We buried him!
The American.
Where?
Over there!
Come on.
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You're looking for the other man?
Jim?
They took him a half an hour ago, maybe less.
Took him where?
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Señor Presidente.
What's he doing here?
Who?
What is a CIA officer doing in the Presidential Palace?
Miguel...
The United States is plotting to overthrow me.
You're making it easy for them!
You're undoing everything we've spent our entire lives building!
I went to Catia.
How could you?
The place where we grew up.
Our home.
No. No, Miguel.
This...
this is our home!
I have always done the things...
you were unable to do.
I'm doing what I have to for the both of us.
And you...
You don't trust me.
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Allahu Akbar.
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