Team Six. Team Six.
You are cleared to proceed. Over.
Copy that.
...European summit will not only improve
the damaged transatlantic relations
but solve the most festering issues
between the U.S. and its European allies.
Yet tension remains sky-high as France and Germany
have repeatedly accused United States
of intensifying their war on terror
using secret armies of mercenaries
to carry out various political assassinations
in North Africa.
America has obviously denied all this.
Over the past week,
President Lane held numerous one-on-one meetings
with the European leaders to offer an olive branch.
-It is time to put the past lows behind us.
I am here to build bridges
and opportunities for all our peoples.
The tide of conflict
and misunderstandings must recede.
My presidency does not,
and will not meddle in the affairs of
other nations.
America is here to offer counsel
to its allies, not weapons.
Vaccines, not bullets.
-Clear!
Any sign of the target?
No, sir. Not yet.
The back room is clear, sir.
Colonel, there is something here on the table.
-How could you let him get away? Goddamn it.
-What?
Ryder?
Ryder, is that you?
Ryder, you've gotta stop this madness.
There's no time for theatrics.
Theatrics? That's funny coming from you.
-Ryder, where are you?
I can talk to you. I can come to you.
Wherever you are, I can get there fast.
Tell me where you are.
Can you get there faster than a bullet?
-Find me Ryder Ward!
Point all the satellites at Valletta!
He's going after the president!
We're running out of time. Let's go.
-Excuse me, sir. Shouldn't you be--
-We're in the shitter here. We have no time to waste.
Come on! Come on!
- What? - We have a major problem.
-What did you say?
-Operative 3519 has snapped.
He's going after the president.
-Welcome to Malta. Next.
- Hey, how's it going? - Great. How are you?
Good. It's great to see you.
-Surprise!
-Oh, it certainly is a surprise.
How you doing, beauty?
-Good, how are you? -I'm good.
Look at you, how beautiful.
-Wow. -"Wow"?
-That's all you have to say? -How'd it happen?
-Well-- -You need me to explain
the process?
I mean, I can if you want.
I just figured at your advanced age,
you'd know this shit already. -At my advanced age?
- Yeah. - Stop it.
-I appreciate you coming, man. It means a lot.
-I always come, man. Always.
We had an agreement. -I know. I know.
There's money to be made. Good money.
-Yeah. -We-can-retire kind of money.
Well, I am retired,
and there's always money to be made
but we agreed we wouldn't work for this son of a bitch.
- I know, but I got-- - Guys.
Come on. No business talk yet. Let's go.
-No. -Okay.
Blame him.
-Yeah, always. What are you doing?
-You sure you wanna do this, man?
You're having a baby.
-Hey, it's all good, man.
I got this.
We got this.
You gotta trust me, okay?
-Yeah, I trust you.
-You trust me?
-I trust you.
-Good.
-Are you okay with this?
-You need a woman in your life.
-I had one. It didn't work out.
-Pity. I miss Selina.
I heard she has her own outfit now in Rome.
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah, I heard that.
It's none of my business.
-You're gonna love the new place.
It's got a gym, pool, private beach.
We call it The Fortress.
It's like a five-star resort.
It sounds great.
-Does it have a nursery?
-Yo! Ladies!
Yeah!
-Wow. Jesus, Mary and the Saints.
-You've really scraped the bottom of the barrel!
-Now you know how I fucking feel.
-Oh, yeah. -Welcome back, brother.
- You guys are getting fat! - Yeah.
How are you? Good to see you, brother.
You too. You too. Get over here.
You're all getting fat!
-Alright, he's here. Gotta go.
Ah! Boom! Boom!
-I swore I heard you say that you quit.
-I did quit. -No, no. I believe
his exact words were, "You'd sooner find me dead
-than on another mission." -Another mission.
Yeah.
-This... is my very last mission.
-One more mission. -Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Hey, look who made it.
-That's a great suit.
You running for governor?
-It's time for you to start believing in something again.
I'm very sorry about what happened in Syria.
I really am.
-I lost a lot of good men.
-It's always sad when the shit hits the fan.
-Shit didn't hit the fan, Colonel.
You fucked up.
We almost didn't make it out alive.
I'm gonna do this one more time, Colonel.
For my brother.
And then we're done.
I don't wanna see you again.
-The dead can't return...
but the living...
can be saved.
Operation Brimstone.
As always, our job is to hunt down
those with influence
and those that abuse their power,
and eliminate them by any means necessary.
Our target,
Khalid Mustafa Atef.
Once a simple farmer, he has now grown to be
one of the most powerful warlords in Libya.
-He sounds nice.
Reliable intel tells us
Russia and China both have a strong interest
in this region.
He needs to be stopped
before we're dragged into a proxy war.
-Alright, boys.
Let's go hunting.
Now, as always, you're gonna have
a specific task, each of you.
You're gonna be dropped three clicks from the target
on the outskirts of Sirte.
Your drop-off is your pick-up.
If you're not back by 0300 hours,
prepare for a nice long hike back to Tunisia.
-Khalid has taken over the Grand Hotel
that was built by Qaddafi to house world leaders.
He's transformed this bombed-out hotel
into his military headquarters.
-Question. Is the Jacuzzi still working?
'Cause I might wanna soak my balls
after this fight.
This is not some bush league militia
you're gonna face.
Our guy has acquired an envious arsenal.
These men are well-equipped.
You'll be facing a growing army
of professional soldiers.
Now our first task is to isolate Khalid.
We need to cut off his communications
with the outside world.
Forty feet underground
beneath the Grand Hall, lies his bunker.
This is where you will find him.
This is where you will kill him.
Khalid is engaged in a war on two fronts as we speak.
And most of his men are engaged in battle.
Satellite images show us that his bunker is protected
only by the elite of the Sidi Omar Brigade.
Twenty men, heavily armed rabid fanatics.
Rosebud and Femi, you're gonna set up
on the third floor.
Guard the whole perimeter.
There are security cameras
that are throughout the building,
so we're gonna need to have Hollywood set up shop
in the electrical substation at the back of the hotel.
We need to be invisible.
-You sure this will work?
One hundred percent sure.
-Yeah, right.
-It's the only way
to get into an air-gapped system.
We need to increase the strain of the power supply
on the solar-metered ultrasonic frequencies
and transport... our information.
It's fucking genius.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah.
It's all Chinese to me. Just make sure you get it.
-It's physics.
-Room clear.
Set.
-In the nest, over.
Hold up.
We got a guard upstairs from you.
Hollywood, how are we doing?
Need help with those cameras.
-Sharpen the arrows,
for it's the vengeance of the Lord.
-Hey, brother.
Can you tell him your nice speech,
just a little bit faster?
-Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.
All clear.
-One between you and the target.
I need to update my equipment.
-Something feels off. My Spidey sense is tingling.
-And here comes the poor man's light show.
Go!
Okay, guys.
We made it. Khalid is ours.
The target is gone.
I repeat, the target is gone.
-What the fuck is going on? -Um...
-Oh, fuck.
-Fuck!
-It's a trap. -They're everywhere.
Come on! Get out!
-Eyes! Eyes! Look at me! You good?
-I'm okay. -Alright. Breathe. Breathe. Go!
-Contact front!
We need to move!
We need to move now!
-I'm coming.
-Move! Move! Move!
-Put your guns down!
-Tell the Lord to do what he can to save us now!
-The Lord is always with us.
-Break right!
Shit!
Eddie, stay with me, brother.
- Santa Maria...
We gotta move!
No!
-RPG!
- I was hoping you'd say that.
-Move! Faster! -I can't!
Move! You fucking can move.
Move!
- You good? - Oh, no. I'm bad.
- How bad? - Real fucking bad.
-I guess you're not gonna leave me, huh?
-You go, I go.
- Oh, fuck you.
Fuck. I'm out.
I'm sorry, brother.
-No!
-No, no, no! No.
I got you. Look at me!
What did you do? What the fuck did you do?
What did you do?!
Open your eyes. Open your eyes. You're okay.
Hey, you're okay!
Fuck.
Tommy. Tommy...
Fuck.
-Any news yet?
-I still haven't heard anything.
Still waiting.
How's the baby?
-Good. I just...
I just have this bad feeling.
-Why don't you run on back to bed?
I'll come get you a soon as the bird picks 'em up, okay?
Everything's gonna be fine.
American President Lane
has just touched down in Portugal,
making his first official stop
of "Vaccine, Not Bullets" European tour.
All eyes on President Lane
as he breaks bread for the first time
with Portuguese Socialist President, Ana Nazario.
His female counterpart has, for years, been openly critical
of U.S. foreign policy. -Champagne, sir?
President Lane was all smiles this morning
as he insisted with his counterpart
that his patriotism has a humane face.
-Hello. Shall we dance?
-Not now. Thank you.
-Thank you so much.
Thanks.
-No one's arguing with his reputation
but given our very public stance on international relations,
his history is toxic.
-It's just that, sir, history.
What you're getting from Hart is experience, results.
-I'm not sure we can afford his kind of results.
-He's taken care of our problems without flinching.
Iraq, Libya, Chechnya. I can keep going.
-Oh, goddamn it. I'm trying to get the world
to fall in love with America again.
Hart is always bad news.
And when the press hears of this...
-They don't need to hear anything.
I can delay the announcement to the outside world.
Forever.
-Well, I'm not sure.
-Respectfully, Hart is not the brand, sir.
You are. He will be strictly behind the scenes.
-You really trust him?
-With my life.
-Feels to me like we're inviting the bull
into the China shop.
-Look, I get it. The world hates him,
but we need him.
We can't just sit on our behinds and hope for the best.
Singing "Kumbaya" won't deter our enemies.
-"Vaccines, Not Bullets" is what we're selling.
-That's correct, sir.
That-that-- That's what we're selling,
but behind the scenes,
we need to be ready for any eventuality.
We're hearing chatter.
Dangerous chatter.
-What do you mean?
What have you heard?
Mostly whispers because we're flying blind.
That's why I'm pushing "he who shall not be named"
to avoid a 9/11-level event...
on your watch.
-Sir...
Hart is merely an insurance policy.
A heavily classified
insurance policy.
-Good,
because if the media get wind of this,
my reputation, everything I've built--
-It won't happen.
I won't let it.
-We'll give him a London post.
The Lair.
Just for a trial run.
-Very good, sir.
-We are at war, ladies and gentlemen.
An undeclared war, but a war nonetheless.
Our enemies aim to topple the systems
that keep our very way of life in check
and I would sooner die
than let those systems fail.
Let us begin.
Check the cameras.
-Go and give that bastard a nice warm welcome.
-Can you tell Selina, "Ryder's here"?
-There is no Selina here.
-I hope I didn't mess up your night.
-Was this really necessary?
They told me...
you were dead.
Well, it's happy...
Well, happy to see you too.
-You know, to, um,
tell me you're alive...
I was busy.
-I cried for you.
Stupid me.
Cut him loose.
-So why are you here?
-Revenge.
-When isn't it?
-They're dead.
All of them.
-And the baby?
Who?
Hart.
-He's untouchable now.
Runs with the big dogs now.
-I don't want him.
I'm gonna break the system.
-You're out of your mind.
Nobody breaks the system.
So what does all this have to do with me?
-I need a team.
I need you, Selina.
-Good luck, Ryder.
I'm sorry I missed your funeral.
I promise to attend the next one.
-Oh...
-Are you gonna make it?
-Ha ha!
-Good job, Grandpa. -Nice move.
-Uh-huh.
-That was close.
Excuse me, ladies.
Yeah? It's not a good time right now.
Switch on your TV.
The video showing a clandestine
and a controversial operation in Libya
has recently surfaced online
to an investigative journalism organization and claims
that this botched mission
was one of many sanctioned by the U.S.
to prevent more trouble in the war-torn region.
The State Department has so far declined to comment.
-It was supposed to be buried. Forgotten.
-Yeah. Well, apparently, that didn't happen.
-Did you see all the bodies?
You embarrass me.
Solve it.
-Is everything okay, Dad?
-Yeah. Yeah, everything's gonna be okay.
-Okay, guys. Dig in.
-Any progress?
- We're working on it.
-Work faster.
-This video was uploaded somewhere in Rome.
We're using the Pegasus technology
to cross-reference our target's facial features
against all data retrieved.
We will find him, sir.
-Sir, I have something.
- When was that? - Three days ago.
-Call Rome.
Yes, sir.
The target is gone! Target is gone!
-Find him!
Okay...
-He needs a doctor.
-Oh, I don't need a fucking doctor.
Oh, behave.
-That doesn't look too good.
No, he'll be fine.
- Yeah. - Just get the morphine.
Jesus.
-The mess you get into.
Ryder?
-Ryder.
Stay with me.
-Get the morphine!
You alright? - Yeah.
-I appreciate you coming, man.
-You gotta trust me.
-Eyes! Look at me! Look at me!
I'm sorry, brother.
-No!
Ah.
Look who's finally awake.
-That's a hell of a spread you have here.
-It's my great escape.
My sanctuary.
Away from lunatics and prying eyes.
-Tell me you don't miss it.
-How well you know me.
So how's the wounded soldier feeling?
- Never better.
Good.
-Hey.
Thank you.
-Don't thank me yet.
You haven't seen the bill.
Your face is all over the news.
You're in trouble.
Big trouble.
-When am I not?
I have a plan.
-You're gonna get yourself killed... again.
- Maybe.
-You need me.
-I know.
I asked. You turned me down, remember?
-I did.
Don't push it, Ryder.
Come, I'll give you a tour.
Hello, hello, hello!
Uncle Paulie's here!
Selina...
Always more beautiful by the day.
-Thank you for doing this at such short notice.
-Oh, anything for you...
and your friend.
Come, come. I'll show you.
Now this...
is the best in the market!
Do you trust this guy?
-Oh, you have better options?
-Self-contained pen!
-It's either this or jail.
-As you can see here,
orthopedic mattress for comfort.
We have a minibar at the back underneath the desk
with all the whiskey that you need.
You also have a bathroom, but, oh, oh, oh!
No coco in the bathroom. Only pee-pee.
Now, if you want internet, satellite encrypted connection,
it is "Paulie's The Best,"
Wi-Fi password, "AteMySausage123!"
And the best for last...
I deliver...
Come, come, come, come. See, my friend. Come.
Come see.
How long?
-We'll be there in three days.
Just sit back and relax.
It'll be a piece of cake.
-Pressure mounts on Lane Administration this week
following the videos of clandestine operations
using illegal Black-Ops mercenaries.
This, of course, after very public pledges
that his administration would be different.
-You gave me assurances.
-You know the game. We deny everything.
-Oh, that's it?
That's all you have for me?
-Sir, if I may. I--
-No, you may not.
Be straight with me, Joshua.
Who's behind this?
-A disgruntled former employee. Nothing to worry about.
-Well, forgive me, I do worry.
I'm the one facing the press on a daily basis.
You're ruining the brand.
-I'll handle the optics,
and Hart here will clean this mess up.
Won't you, Hart?
-Mr. President, they're ready for the group photo.
-I'll be right there.
I should fire you both.
-If you're serious about your future,
I suggest you handle this by any means necessary.
-There are rumors.
-What rumors?
-That he's on the island.
-What?
-He came over illegally from Sicily.
My men are trying to verify it now.
-Find him before more damage is done, understood?
-Miss me, baby? Hmm.
-You're late.
-Mmm.
-Here's the rest of it.
-Brava.
It's not enough.
-It's what we agreed.
-Well, you did not tell me that he was wanted
by the fucking CIA.
-It was none of your fucking business.
You want to play me?
You want to play
the motherfucking king of players?
Huh!?
-We had a deal.
-Fuck your deal!
Fuck it!
The price has tripled--
-Motherfucker!
-That's no way to talk to a lady.
-You okay?
-Aren't I always?
Room service.
-Hey. -I hope you're enjoying
the amenities, sir.
-It's not exactly five-star.
-Oh. Well, I'll be sure to notify the staff.
Now...
let's get to work, shall we?
Malta is nearly 2,000 years old.
It's seen its fair share of wars and conquerors.
Early Christians built an extensive network
of catacombs and tunnels
to safeguard their faith against the Romans.
The tunnels were later extended,
covering half the island, and later enlarged further
during World War II.
-So the Maltese went underground again
to hide from the Germans.
-Precisely.
-And these tunnels,
they--they're active? They're open?
-Indeed, they are.
-You're clever.
-I like to think so.
-Question is, how do we get the target underground?
-Funny you should say that
because that's where your genius comes in.
-Nope, not scary at all.
-If you miss...
even slightly...
-You can trust me.
-I've heard that before.
-I'm sorry.
-I know.
-I don't miss.
I know.
Obviously, they're gonna have the president
in a dedicated vehicle, right?
-Obviously.
-I do my thing, gonna separate the president,
put him in an ambulance.
-And if we play our cards right,
we grab the package,
and deliver him right to your door.
-What?
We have a major problem on our hands.
-What did you say?
-Operative 3519 has snapped.
He's going for the president.
Go!
Go, go, go!
-Let's go! Let's go!
-Come on! Come on! Come on!
Get him in!
Come on!
-Where did that ambulance come from?
Where did that ambulance come from?
They're kidnapping the president!
Stay on them!
-"Come to Malta," they said.
"An easy mission," they said.
"It will be fun."
-Stay calm, sir.
Everything is under...
control.
-What the hell are they doing?
-We have gunshots. Repeat, we have gunshots.
-Stay on them.
-TBD.
-Where are they going?
-Fire on the target.
-They have nowhere to run.
Keep following them.
-Brace yourself! We're coming in hot!
-They've gone underground.
-They could be anywhere.
There's hundreds of tunnels all across this island.
We lost the president.
- You alright? - Yep.
Fucking shit.
-You're late.
Sorry. Stopped for coffee.
-Good work, boys.
Come. Here. Come here. Come, come, come.
Come here. Come on. Come on.
Come here.
-Okay. Let me see. Let me see.
-I'm... -Are you okay?
-I'm okay. -Look at me.
-I'm okay. -Look at me. Look at me.
-I got you.
I got you.
-I got you. -We did it.
We did it.
- Yeah. - We did it.
We did it.
-Come on.
So...
are you gonna kill me?
I don't know what you're after
but, uh, you must know that my country
w-will not give in to terrorists.
-All due respect, Mr. President,
your country is littered with terrorists.
You're American.
-I am.
-So what are you? S-some kind of traitor?
Who are you working with?
-The United States Government, Mr. President.
At least I used to.
-Under whose command?
-Colonel Hart.
So who the hell are you?
-I'm just a man making a stand for his country, Mr. President.
-So what do you want from me?
-A confession.
I read that Greek philosophers,
the Stoics,
were virtuous people.
Wanted to possess wisdom and temperance,
courage, justice.
-Do you see yourself as a good man?
-I don't know.
I hope my brother will be proud of what we did here today.
-As politics has been rocked...
-I want to do something that no American president
has done in the past few years.
I'm gonna take full responsibility
and tell the truth.
As you know, when my administration began,
I made certain promises,
promises that my leadership would herald
a new era of international cooperation,
harmony, and trust.
Sadly,
I failed to achieve what I hoped to achieve
and some of the old,
unacceptable ways continued under my administration.
I have to stand before you to admit...
that I have fallen short
of what I hoped to achieve for our great country.
-Mother--