Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Blue Gold - full transcript
Using Max's daughter as bait, Jack and Harry convince Max to meet face to face. Stranded in the jungle, Marcus stumbles across a prisoner camp. Greer visits Gloria hoping to draw a ...
So, who is he?
His real identity.
He's a German BND officer.
His name is Max Schenkel.
He's a German citizen,
and he kills people for money.
And how long have you and Harry
- been working together?
- We met in Caracas.
- When?
- A week ago.
I've known Dr. Ryan for about
three and a half years.
We've done a few interagency
operations like this.
And what else is she
not telling us?
I ask myself that every day.
Let's go.
Come on.
I'm gonna need your weapon.
What? The shooter's
still out there.
No, you're done.
She's on the next plane
to Germany.
We can take it from here.
Word of advice, Jack.
You steer clear of her.
You might think
she's on your side,
but trust me, Harry does
what's best for Harry.
This footage is
from this morning,
but CENTCOM just sent it over.
He climbed down off that
rock face about an hour ago.
Couldn't have gotten too far.
I made contact with Matice,
gave him the grid coordinates.
I thought we didn't
have air support.
No manned support.
Unarmed drones only.
From the USS Peralta,
which is about
17 nautical miles
off the coast of Venezuela.
Called in a favor.
That's a pretty big favor.
Well, I may or may not
have had several drinks
with a JSOC colonel
that I met last April.
April? As in the month
after we separated?
I like a man in a uniform.
- Check it out.
- Nice.
- Can you widen out?
- Yeah.
Someone's burning something.
That must be where he's headed.
Call Matice back.
I'm ready.
Go ahead and send it.
Confirm coordinates 7-8-6-3.
Break 7-5-4-7.
Roger that. We're on our way.
All right, gents.
Change of plans.
- Apparently, he saw some smoke.
- Smoke?
Yeah.
And he's heading towards it.
Probably an indigenous village.
Looks like we can
shave off some time
if we cut through
this ravine here.
- And give up the high ground?
- Guys...
either we can
walk the creek bed,
- or we can break brush for three days.
- All right.
When we find that idiot,
you got to let me shoot him.
Just a flesh wound.
Maybe in the calf.
No, let's shoot him
in the hand.
The one he jerks off with.
Yeah.
I like the hand idea.
You said never sit
with your back to the door.
Well, I feel safe here.
Hello, Annabelle.
Come here.
What happened to your eye?
I was chopping wood for a fire,
and a splinter came up,
hit me right in the eye.
Stupid.
I have something for you.
That's so nice.
Where is it from?
South America... I believe.
It's lovely.
Thank you.
How are classes going?
Hard.
Except for cinema.
Any moron can do well at it.
Do you think?
I thought you quit.
- I'll quit after midterms.
- Mm-hmm.
Too much stress right now.
So... how are you?
How's work?
Actually, that's why I'm here.
I have to go away soon,
probably for longer than usual.
Is everything okay?
Yeah. Of course.
Everything's fine.
I just wanted to make sure
that while I'm gone,
you have everything you need.
Use this phone
if you need to reach me.
I stored the number
in the contacts.
Under "Ripley."
Are you sure you're okay?
I know how to take care
of myself.
Thank you.
Hello?
Hello?
Oh.
Jack Ryan, look at that
business plan yet?
Tell me something good.
You know what, man? I actually
haven't had time to do that.
I... been a little busy.
Okay, uh, well, look,
not to be a nudge or anything,
but my mom is
my business partner,
and she's kind of
freaking out, so...
Totally get it.
Listen, how about this?
I'll, uh... I'll look at it
tomorrow, promise.
Well, why don't you
look at it right now?
Well, right now I'm trying
to break into an OS.
Can you help me?
Okay, um...
Can you call my cover number
from a landline?
London.
Dude, I did my semester abroad
in London.
- Oh, did you? That's...
- It'll just take me a sec
to run it through
the data we scraped.
Have you taken
the Jack the Ripper tour yet?
Uh, no.
Bro, it is so creepy.
You know what they say, right?
What?
That he might have been a member
of the Royal Family.
What?
I know, right?
Okay, firewall is down.
We're looking for any banking
sites that Thorne visited, okay?
Names, account numbers,
transfers he made.
Okay.
This one. Try that.
Mm.
And go back to this one.
Whoa, whoa.
All right, next one.
Come in.
Got a minute?
Yep. Just paying half the rent
on my beach house,
which I never get to use.
I sign all 12
alimony checks at once.
I postdate them. It's like
ripping off a Band-Aid.
What's on your mind?
I went to see Gloria yesterday.
What?
I... First-name basis.
It's just funny.
Oh, don't be a dick.
What's this?
I got it out of
Sergio Bonalde's home safe.
I think it's what caused him
to go missing.
It's columbite tantalite.
It's the ore from which
tantalum is extracted.
- What the fuck's tantalum?
- Oh, it's critical
in all kinds of manufacturing.
You know, circuit boards,
GPS systems, jet engines.
A fucking laundry list.
Until now, all known sources
were in China or the Congo.
They call that stuff
"Blue Gold."
So you think somebody
found a deposit here?
Yes.
Now, Ryan said the satellite
from the South China Sea
was launched by this company
called Vogler.
They've patented
this imaging technology
that allows you to locate
mineral deposits
underneath the earth.
It's called "flash lidar."
You said it's valuable.
How much are we talking?
Trillions.
- What?
- Uh, right now,
China has a monopoly
on tantalum.
They turn off the spigot,
and the entire tech business
worldwide crashes.
But what if there was
another source?
If Vogler broke up
their monopoly,
that would be seismic, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, it would be.
Good work.
You keep me posted.
I got to run.
Hey, Mike.
Something else I wanted
to talk to you about.
What's up?
Gloria told me yesterday
that one of Reyes's men
- gave her daughter a bullet.
- Jesus.
I wanted to take
somebody over there
and train up
her security detail.
They're volunteers, mostly.
Farmers, cabdrivers.
And we want to give them
a fighting chance
to protect her
until the election.
Right. Take José.
- He's good.
- Thanks.
Greer?
- It's off the record?
- Of course.
- Buenos días.
- Buenos días, señor.
How can I help you?
We're here to see
Señora Bonalde.
A moment, please.
Ah.
Thank you for coming,
Señor Greer.
Come up.
Goddamn elevator right there.
- Mr. Greer.
- Señora.
I'd love some, thank you.
- This is José Marzan.
- Señora Bonalde.
Pleased to meet you.
Pleasure.
Mr. Marzan is one
of our local assets.
He knows his shit.
One man?
That's all?
If you don't mind,
Señora Bonalde,
I'd like to speak
with your head of security.
José will be spending
a couple of days
with your men,
training them up
so that they can better protect
you and your family.
Now, given the politics of this,
I'm afraid that's all
I can offer you.
I wish I could do more.
- Señor.
- Gracias.
Please.
I didn't mean
to sound ungrateful.
Can I ask you something?
Why'd you call me?
This is a very poor country,
Mr. Greer,
and I needed someone
Reyes can't buy off,
and I'd like to think
I'm a pretty good judge
of character.
You gonna help me pack, too?
I have orders not to let you
out of my sight
until you're on the plane
to Berlin.
Hello, dear.
You're working with Ryan.
Yes.
To save your life.
Seriously, Harriet...
You showed up
and ruined my plans.
I thought you knew me better.
Please, Max.
Bitte.
I have a job to finish.
This is your only warning.
Stay out of my way.
Just let him go.
He means something to you.
No.
You taught me better than that.
Obviously, not good enough.
Stay out of my way.
Go home.
Max. Max!
Goodbye, Harry.
I've gone through
all of Thorne's transactions
on his computer,
and I found this one account.
It's Max Schenkel's.
Anything useful?
All the payments go through
a slush account.
Thorne completely lied
when he said he was
just making introductions.
Guess who makes a large deposit
into this account the day
before Moreno was murdered.
Cinco Palmas.
It's all going through
that lawyer I told you about.
Yeah, yeah, Monica Herrera.
I'm looking into her.
Anything else?
I got to call you back.
Harry.
He has a daughter?
Yes. Annabelle.
Why didn't you tell me this
from the beginning?
Before Jeremy? Before Thorne?
It may be hard for you
to understand,
but there are lines
I don't cross.
Using children as bait
is one of them.
Really?
- You do it now.
- It's that or you die.
Me?
Why didn't he kill you
in that elevator?
The one thing he always said
was never care about anyone.
But he does.
He cares about me.
- And about Annabelle.
- And what about you?
I learned from his mistakes.
I mean, how do we even find her?
She's in school.
King Edward.
We can get there fastest
by train.
Bonalde! Bonalde!
Bonalde! Bonalde! Bonalde!
Catia...
I hear you!
My father...
drove a taxi...
and my mother taught
at the neighborhood school.
We weren't rich...
but they always put food
on the table...
even if it meant
making sacrifices.
They were humble.
They were proud.
Today, extreme shortages
of food and medicine...
make it impossible to have the
same pride my parents once had.
Inflation makes our money
worthless.
Blackouts...
throw our country into darkness.
Crime forces us to live in fear.
Venezuela is a rich country.
Not only in its
natural resources...
we have the largest oil reserve
in the world...
and yet somehow...
we don't have enough
to feed our children.
We're dying of hunger.
Our resources...
our wealth...
our lifeblood...
is being sold
behind our backs...
by a man who grew up
in this very neighborhood!
President Reyes
has betrayed us all!
And he must be held accountable!
Gloria! Gloria!
Gloria! Gloria! Gloria!
Gloria! Gloria! Gloria! Gloria!
Gloria! Gloria! Gloria!
Gloria! Gloria! Gloria! Gloria!
Find Annabelle.
Oi!
Get out of the car.
Get out.
Out.
I warned you.
I told you not to interfere.
Where is he going?
Where did he go?
Max...
Fuck you.
Annabelle?
- Do I know you?
- My name is Jack Ryan.
I'd like to talk to you
about your father.
I'll catch up with you later.
You sure?
It's fine.
Can I see some identification
or something?
Sure.
So, you work
for the U.S. government?
State Department.
How did you find me?
Your roommate told me
where you study.
What do you want with Max?
He's in trouble, Annabelle.
I need to find him.
If he's in trouble,
then why isn't
the BND helping him?
I'm not an idiot. I know
what he does for a living.
Okay.
Well, it's complicated.
But he has information that
we can use, so I can help him.
Well, I don't know where he is.
I haven't seen him in months.
But you do have a way
to contact him.
He contacts me.
That's how it's always been.
- Annabelle, please.
- I can't help you, okay?
I have to go.
Did you hear
about Leicester Square?
About the shooting?
About the man who was killed?
Your father did that.
All I'm asking
is that you call him.
Help, help, help, help!
Stop. Stop.
Now I'm gonna let you go.
And all I need you to do
is not scream.
I just need you
to call your father.
Or what? You'll shoot me?
Annabelle, he's not
who you think he is.
He left BND two years ago,
and now he kills people
for money.
You're lying.
I think you know I'm not.
Hey. Where are you?
I want to talk to my daughter.
Where is she?
I gave her a chance to
walk away. She didn't take it.
Put Annabelle on the phone.
I need to know that she's okay.
You don't dictate
how this goes. I do.
What do you want?
You tell me who hired you
to kill Moreno.
I let Annabelle go,
and I leave you alone.
In person.
So I know you will let her go.
Well, I assume
you know where I am.
Come on.
Señora Bonalde...
You need to see these numbers.
The latest polls.
Let's concentrate our efforts
on Macarao, El Valle
and Libertador.
Don't count out
El Hatillo and Sucre.
The polls say those
are strongholds for Reyes.
Social media is telling
a different story.
The tide is turning.
You could still take 'em.
One moment, Valentina.
Thanks for sending over José.
He's been very thorough.
Sounds like there haven't
been any more threats.
Nothing new.
But it's hard not to worry
about my children.
That something
might happen with them
because of my choice to run.
But I imagine they're also
the reason you are running.
Sounds like you have children
as well.
I have a son, J.J.,
who's turning 16
in a couple of months,
and my daughter, Monique.
She's 13.
And your wife?
We're divorced.
At least you have closure.
I can't imagine being
in your situation.
I don't know what's better...
to hold onto hope or move on.
In my experience
with these situations...
hope is not a bad thing.
I'd better let you
get back to work.
Yeah.
- Thank you for your help.
- Good luck with all this.
Your people deserve a leader
like you.
Buenas tardes, Señor Greer.
Greer.
We just intercepted a call
from Ubarri to his wife.
The recording worked.
He knows the walls
are closing in on him.
I'm gonna pay him
a little visit tonight.
Buenas noches.
Your boss is beginning to
have doubts about your loyalty.
You ever been to Miami?
I gather it's one of
the better cities in the U.S.
if your English isn't so bueno.
Hmm.
I think Cassandra and Maria
would like it there.
We can protect you
and your family
in exchange
for your cooperation.
You could have gotten me killed.
And now... you come
to be my savior.
We have planes running
counternarcotics operations
out of Curaçao.
You take your family
on a beach vacation.
The minute your feet
hit the ground,
we will have you
on a plane to the U.S.
The cost of that plane ticket
is information
about Reyes' mining operation
in the jungle
and how it connects to the death
of a U.S. senator.
Or... I can tell Reyes
the CIA is approaching me.
Who said anything about the CIA?
Enjoy your meal.
The Americans are heading
toward the camp.
I'm telling you, I'm getting
some really bad vibes
out here, man.
What are you,
a fucking psychic now?
I did a genealogy test.
I'm actually part Indian.
All right, well...
I'll take point for a while.
You can give
your imagination a rest.
Move out!
We'll catch up to them
by morning.
Stop.
Go ahead.
Everything's going to be okay.
Tell me who hired you.
Never met him in person.
Everything was done
electronically.
It was Reyes.
All this time,
is that what you thought?
It would make sense.
I can see how much
it would mean if it was.
You're telling me it wasn't him?
No.
Who was it?
Mr. Ryan...
I didn't come here
to unburden you.
But seeing your pain
is a happy accident.
- Harry.
- I had no choice.
You have to go.
Now.
Go. Go!
Papa!
Papa!
He-he's killed him.
He's killed him.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't get here before.
What-what he said...
a-about my father,
what he did, it wasn't true,
it wasn't true.
His real identity.
He's a German BND officer.
His name is Max Schenkel.
He's a German citizen,
and he kills people for money.
And how long have you and Harry
- been working together?
- We met in Caracas.
- When?
- A week ago.
I've known Dr. Ryan for about
three and a half years.
We've done a few interagency
operations like this.
And what else is she
not telling us?
I ask myself that every day.
Let's go.
Come on.
I'm gonna need your weapon.
What? The shooter's
still out there.
No, you're done.
She's on the next plane
to Germany.
We can take it from here.
Word of advice, Jack.
You steer clear of her.
You might think
she's on your side,
but trust me, Harry does
what's best for Harry.
This footage is
from this morning,
but CENTCOM just sent it over.
He climbed down off that
rock face about an hour ago.
Couldn't have gotten too far.
I made contact with Matice,
gave him the grid coordinates.
I thought we didn't
have air support.
No manned support.
Unarmed drones only.
From the USS Peralta,
which is about
17 nautical miles
off the coast of Venezuela.
Called in a favor.
That's a pretty big favor.
Well, I may or may not
have had several drinks
with a JSOC colonel
that I met last April.
April? As in the month
after we separated?
I like a man in a uniform.
- Check it out.
- Nice.
- Can you widen out?
- Yeah.
Someone's burning something.
That must be where he's headed.
Call Matice back.
I'm ready.
Go ahead and send it.
Confirm coordinates 7-8-6-3.
Break 7-5-4-7.
Roger that. We're on our way.
All right, gents.
Change of plans.
- Apparently, he saw some smoke.
- Smoke?
Yeah.
And he's heading towards it.
Probably an indigenous village.
Looks like we can
shave off some time
if we cut through
this ravine here.
- And give up the high ground?
- Guys...
either we can
walk the creek bed,
- or we can break brush for three days.
- All right.
When we find that idiot,
you got to let me shoot him.
Just a flesh wound.
Maybe in the calf.
No, let's shoot him
in the hand.
The one he jerks off with.
Yeah.
I like the hand idea.
You said never sit
with your back to the door.
Well, I feel safe here.
Hello, Annabelle.
Come here.
What happened to your eye?
I was chopping wood for a fire,
and a splinter came up,
hit me right in the eye.
Stupid.
I have something for you.
That's so nice.
Where is it from?
South America... I believe.
It's lovely.
Thank you.
How are classes going?
Hard.
Except for cinema.
Any moron can do well at it.
Do you think?
I thought you quit.
- I'll quit after midterms.
- Mm-hmm.
Too much stress right now.
So... how are you?
How's work?
Actually, that's why I'm here.
I have to go away soon,
probably for longer than usual.
Is everything okay?
Yeah. Of course.
Everything's fine.
I just wanted to make sure
that while I'm gone,
you have everything you need.
Use this phone
if you need to reach me.
I stored the number
in the contacts.
Under "Ripley."
Are you sure you're okay?
I know how to take care
of myself.
Thank you.
Hello?
Hello?
Oh.
Jack Ryan, look at that
business plan yet?
Tell me something good.
You know what, man? I actually
haven't had time to do that.
I... been a little busy.
Okay, uh, well, look,
not to be a nudge or anything,
but my mom is
my business partner,
and she's kind of
freaking out, so...
Totally get it.
Listen, how about this?
I'll, uh... I'll look at it
tomorrow, promise.
Well, why don't you
look at it right now?
Well, right now I'm trying
to break into an OS.
Can you help me?
Okay, um...
Can you call my cover number
from a landline?
London.
Dude, I did my semester abroad
in London.
- Oh, did you? That's...
- It'll just take me a sec
to run it through
the data we scraped.
Have you taken
the Jack the Ripper tour yet?
Uh, no.
Bro, it is so creepy.
You know what they say, right?
What?
That he might have been a member
of the Royal Family.
What?
I know, right?
Okay, firewall is down.
We're looking for any banking
sites that Thorne visited, okay?
Names, account numbers,
transfers he made.
Okay.
This one. Try that.
Mm.
And go back to this one.
Whoa, whoa.
All right, next one.
Come in.
Got a minute?
Yep. Just paying half the rent
on my beach house,
which I never get to use.
I sign all 12
alimony checks at once.
I postdate them. It's like
ripping off a Band-Aid.
What's on your mind?
I went to see Gloria yesterday.
What?
I... First-name basis.
It's just funny.
Oh, don't be a dick.
What's this?
I got it out of
Sergio Bonalde's home safe.
I think it's what caused him
to go missing.
It's columbite tantalite.
It's the ore from which
tantalum is extracted.
- What the fuck's tantalum?
- Oh, it's critical
in all kinds of manufacturing.
You know, circuit boards,
GPS systems, jet engines.
A fucking laundry list.
Until now, all known sources
were in China or the Congo.
They call that stuff
"Blue Gold."
So you think somebody
found a deposit here?
Yes.
Now, Ryan said the satellite
from the South China Sea
was launched by this company
called Vogler.
They've patented
this imaging technology
that allows you to locate
mineral deposits
underneath the earth.
It's called "flash lidar."
You said it's valuable.
How much are we talking?
Trillions.
- What?
- Uh, right now,
China has a monopoly
on tantalum.
They turn off the spigot,
and the entire tech business
worldwide crashes.
But what if there was
another source?
If Vogler broke up
their monopoly,
that would be seismic, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, it would be.
Good work.
You keep me posted.
I got to run.
Hey, Mike.
Something else I wanted
to talk to you about.
What's up?
Gloria told me yesterday
that one of Reyes's men
- gave her daughter a bullet.
- Jesus.
I wanted to take
somebody over there
and train up
her security detail.
They're volunteers, mostly.
Farmers, cabdrivers.
And we want to give them
a fighting chance
to protect her
until the election.
Right. Take José.
- He's good.
- Thanks.
Greer?
- It's off the record?
- Of course.
- Buenos días.
- Buenos días, señor.
How can I help you?
We're here to see
Señora Bonalde.
A moment, please.
Ah.
Thank you for coming,
Señor Greer.
Come up.
Goddamn elevator right there.
- Mr. Greer.
- Señora.
I'd love some, thank you.
- This is José Marzan.
- Señora Bonalde.
Pleased to meet you.
Pleasure.
Mr. Marzan is one
of our local assets.
He knows his shit.
One man?
That's all?
If you don't mind,
Señora Bonalde,
I'd like to speak
with your head of security.
José will be spending
a couple of days
with your men,
training them up
so that they can better protect
you and your family.
Now, given the politics of this,
I'm afraid that's all
I can offer you.
I wish I could do more.
- Señor.
- Gracias.
Please.
I didn't mean
to sound ungrateful.
Can I ask you something?
Why'd you call me?
This is a very poor country,
Mr. Greer,
and I needed someone
Reyes can't buy off,
and I'd like to think
I'm a pretty good judge
of character.
You gonna help me pack, too?
I have orders not to let you
out of my sight
until you're on the plane
to Berlin.
Hello, dear.
You're working with Ryan.
Yes.
To save your life.
Seriously, Harriet...
You showed up
and ruined my plans.
I thought you knew me better.
Please, Max.
Bitte.
I have a job to finish.
This is your only warning.
Stay out of my way.
Just let him go.
He means something to you.
No.
You taught me better than that.
Obviously, not good enough.
Stay out of my way.
Go home.
Max. Max!
Goodbye, Harry.
I've gone through
all of Thorne's transactions
on his computer,
and I found this one account.
It's Max Schenkel's.
Anything useful?
All the payments go through
a slush account.
Thorne completely lied
when he said he was
just making introductions.
Guess who makes a large deposit
into this account the day
before Moreno was murdered.
Cinco Palmas.
It's all going through
that lawyer I told you about.
Yeah, yeah, Monica Herrera.
I'm looking into her.
Anything else?
I got to call you back.
Harry.
He has a daughter?
Yes. Annabelle.
Why didn't you tell me this
from the beginning?
Before Jeremy? Before Thorne?
It may be hard for you
to understand,
but there are lines
I don't cross.
Using children as bait
is one of them.
Really?
- You do it now.
- It's that or you die.
Me?
Why didn't he kill you
in that elevator?
The one thing he always said
was never care about anyone.
But he does.
He cares about me.
- And about Annabelle.
- And what about you?
I learned from his mistakes.
I mean, how do we even find her?
She's in school.
King Edward.
We can get there fastest
by train.
Bonalde! Bonalde!
Bonalde! Bonalde! Bonalde!
Catia...
I hear you!
My father...
drove a taxi...
and my mother taught
at the neighborhood school.
We weren't rich...
but they always put food
on the table...
even if it meant
making sacrifices.
They were humble.
They were proud.
Today, extreme shortages
of food and medicine...
make it impossible to have the
same pride my parents once had.
Inflation makes our money
worthless.
Blackouts...
throw our country into darkness.
Crime forces us to live in fear.
Venezuela is a rich country.
Not only in its
natural resources...
we have the largest oil reserve
in the world...
and yet somehow...
we don't have enough
to feed our children.
We're dying of hunger.
Our resources...
our wealth...
our lifeblood...
is being sold
behind our backs...
by a man who grew up
in this very neighborhood!
President Reyes
has betrayed us all!
And he must be held accountable!
Gloria! Gloria!
Gloria! Gloria! Gloria!
Gloria! Gloria! Gloria! Gloria!
Gloria! Gloria! Gloria!
Gloria! Gloria! Gloria! Gloria!
Find Annabelle.
Oi!
Get out of the car.
Get out.
Out.
I warned you.
I told you not to interfere.
Where is he going?
Where did he go?
Max...
Fuck you.
Annabelle?
- Do I know you?
- My name is Jack Ryan.
I'd like to talk to you
about your father.
I'll catch up with you later.
You sure?
It's fine.
Can I see some identification
or something?
Sure.
So, you work
for the U.S. government?
State Department.
How did you find me?
Your roommate told me
where you study.
What do you want with Max?
He's in trouble, Annabelle.
I need to find him.
If he's in trouble,
then why isn't
the BND helping him?
I'm not an idiot. I know
what he does for a living.
Okay.
Well, it's complicated.
But he has information that
we can use, so I can help him.
Well, I don't know where he is.
I haven't seen him in months.
But you do have a way
to contact him.
He contacts me.
That's how it's always been.
- Annabelle, please.
- I can't help you, okay?
I have to go.
Did you hear
about Leicester Square?
About the shooting?
About the man who was killed?
Your father did that.
All I'm asking
is that you call him.
Help, help, help, help!
Stop. Stop.
Now I'm gonna let you go.
And all I need you to do
is not scream.
I just need you
to call your father.
Or what? You'll shoot me?
Annabelle, he's not
who you think he is.
He left BND two years ago,
and now he kills people
for money.
You're lying.
I think you know I'm not.
Hey. Where are you?
I want to talk to my daughter.
Where is she?
I gave her a chance to
walk away. She didn't take it.
Put Annabelle on the phone.
I need to know that she's okay.
You don't dictate
how this goes. I do.
What do you want?
You tell me who hired you
to kill Moreno.
I let Annabelle go,
and I leave you alone.
In person.
So I know you will let her go.
Well, I assume
you know where I am.
Come on.
Señora Bonalde...
You need to see these numbers.
The latest polls.
Let's concentrate our efforts
on Macarao, El Valle
and Libertador.
Don't count out
El Hatillo and Sucre.
The polls say those
are strongholds for Reyes.
Social media is telling
a different story.
The tide is turning.
You could still take 'em.
One moment, Valentina.
Thanks for sending over José.
He's been very thorough.
Sounds like there haven't
been any more threats.
Nothing new.
But it's hard not to worry
about my children.
That something
might happen with them
because of my choice to run.
But I imagine they're also
the reason you are running.
Sounds like you have children
as well.
I have a son, J.J.,
who's turning 16
in a couple of months,
and my daughter, Monique.
She's 13.
And your wife?
We're divorced.
At least you have closure.
I can't imagine being
in your situation.
I don't know what's better...
to hold onto hope or move on.
In my experience
with these situations...
hope is not a bad thing.
I'd better let you
get back to work.
Yeah.
- Thank you for your help.
- Good luck with all this.
Your people deserve a leader
like you.
Buenas tardes, Señor Greer.
Greer.
We just intercepted a call
from Ubarri to his wife.
The recording worked.
He knows the walls
are closing in on him.
I'm gonna pay him
a little visit tonight.
Buenas noches.
Your boss is beginning to
have doubts about your loyalty.
You ever been to Miami?
I gather it's one of
the better cities in the U.S.
if your English isn't so bueno.
Hmm.
I think Cassandra and Maria
would like it there.
We can protect you
and your family
in exchange
for your cooperation.
You could have gotten me killed.
And now... you come
to be my savior.
We have planes running
counternarcotics operations
out of Curaçao.
You take your family
on a beach vacation.
The minute your feet
hit the ground,
we will have you
on a plane to the U.S.
The cost of that plane ticket
is information
about Reyes' mining operation
in the jungle
and how it connects to the death
of a U.S. senator.
Or... I can tell Reyes
the CIA is approaching me.
Who said anything about the CIA?
Enjoy your meal.
The Americans are heading
toward the camp.
I'm telling you, I'm getting
some really bad vibes
out here, man.
What are you,
a fucking psychic now?
I did a genealogy test.
I'm actually part Indian.
All right, well...
I'll take point for a while.
You can give
your imagination a rest.
Move out!
We'll catch up to them
by morning.
Stop.
Go ahead.
Everything's going to be okay.
Tell me who hired you.
Never met him in person.
Everything was done
electronically.
It was Reyes.
All this time,
is that what you thought?
It would make sense.
I can see how much
it would mean if it was.
You're telling me it wasn't him?
No.
Who was it?
Mr. Ryan...
I didn't come here
to unburden you.
But seeing your pain
is a happy accident.
- Harry.
- I had no choice.
You have to go.
Now.
Go. Go!
Papa!
Papa!
He-he's killed him.
He's killed him.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't get here before.
What-what he said...
a-about my father,
what he did, it wasn't true,
it wasn't true.