Asha Flynn. 29 years old.
Junior associate at an environmental law firm
here in D.C.
Only child of Marcus and Esme Flynn.
And, apparently, reading between the lines
on the emails we got from her personal computer,
now in a relationship with Bryan.
Police believe she was taken about 6:30 last night
in this van caught here by an external security camera,
part of a recently installed state-of-the-art alarm system.
Still no word from Bryan.
Radio silence.
All he's gonna care about now is getting her back.
[tense music]
So we have to stop him.
♪
For his own good.
[country music] ♪ I've cried...
both: ♪ 10 million tears
♪
♪ 10 million and two
♪
♪ Crying my heart out
♪
♪ For no one but you
♪
There's some people say I should go
on one of them singing shows.
- You should. - Maybe I will.
Who knows?
What about you? Any hidden talents?
♪
I can cook.
♪ Sweet dreams my darling
♪
If you don't mind me asking, you in some kind of trouble?
♪
Someone took my girlfriend.
To Texas?
Maybe.
Oh, this is one of my favorites.
♪
♪ When you hold me close
♪ It's like heaven up above
Hey.
I hope you find her.
I will.
♪
♪ When you whisper her name
♪ I hear the angels sing
♪ I want you my darlin'
♪ Forever always
♪
Two minutes.
[suspenseful music]
[straining]
[yelps]
Talk to you boyfriend.
We need to keep him motivated.
[cell phone ringing]
♪
Help me, Bryan.
Asha...
Help me, Bryan.
I know that he's there with you.
I know that Mejia can hear me.
I need you to listen very carefully.
I am coming.
I will find you,
I will find him,
and there is nothing he
or anyone else can do to stop me now.
♪
Nothing.
[dramatic music]
♪
[country music playing softly]
♪
- What'll it be? - Looking for Mick Lester.
- He ain't here. - I heard he hangs out back.
You heard wrong.
I heard right.
You wanna know how I know that?
'Cause Carlos Mejia told me.
Carlos Mejia told you what?
Put that thing down. Have a seat.
You make him a boatload of cash moving his product.
What do you want?
Who would he contact to get over the border into Mexico?
- He has people. - Who he's not gonna go to
because he gave them all up.
You saying he's a rat? Then he's a dead man.
Not if he gets across the border.
He runs all of his southwestern shipment through you.
So who else does he know down here in Texas?
This image is from an FBI surveillance camera
almost an hour ago.
What's he doing in Texas?
He's trying to stop Mejia from crossing the border.
You sent him down there?
We've been watching that place
ever since Mejia gave up Lester last month.
Rein him in before he ruins any more of our operations.
What's the priority here?
Finding Mejia and the hostage
or busting some mid-level dealer?
Not the point.
Our interests are the same as yours.
If Bryan can bring us any closer to Mejia...
He's a loose canon and he's done,
so tie him down before I do.
You people are finished with Mejia.
This is an FBI operation now.
That's not your decision to make.
It's a direct order.
From the White House.
[tense music]
♪
He runs all of his southwestern shipment
through you.
So who else does he know down here in Texas?
Friends? Relatives?
His ex-wife.
But she doesn't...
Alicia Mejia?
She's dead.
[gun cocks] Isn't she?
Come on, man, give me a break.
You said they're watching me.
[gunshot]
Roll it back.
[suspenseful music]
His ex-wife.
But she doesn't... Alicia Mejia?
She's dead. Isn't she?
Mejia's wife is alive. The guy just admitted as much.
That's impossible. She killed herself
after Bryan shot their son. We have it all on file.
El Paso PD autopsy report, huge funeral.
Totally credible narrative with no questions asked.
Just another casualty of the war on drugs.
Smart. Simple.
Bryan's on his way to El Paso.
He's gotta be. Where is he now?
- Angleton, Texas. - How far to El Paso?
- It's about a five-hour drive. - Standby with the jet.
Find the wife.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪
[school bell ringing]
Mr. Mills?
You killed my son, Mr. Mills.
Yes, I did.
What can you possibly have to say to me?
- Your husband... - Ex-husband.
I know what he is.
Who he is.
And just how long did it take you to see that?
What do you want?
Your husband is on the run.
He's trying to get across to Mexico,
but his network's broken.
He can no longer trust his own people.
And you think I still want to help him?
I think you might not have a choice.
[chuckles]
What can he do to me?
Without you, these children have no hope.
Hmm, I see.
You are the lesser of two evil. Is that it?
If you can smuggle children across the border,
then you can send him back the same way.
Does he know how you do it?
[dramatic music]
You want me to help you?
The man who murdered my son?
Because he has a hostage.
And she is innocent.
Like the children.
I'll pray for her.
If praying were the answer, you would be doing what you do.
♪
You have to understand.
This country is the only chance these children have for a life.
[camera shutter clicks]
Found him.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Damn it. - Bryan.
Bryan, this is an FBI operation now.
We need to go home.
Home? I'm not going home.
I'm not gonna sanction a suicide mission.
You going down there on your own is not gonna save Asha Flynn,
and it's not gonna be an end to Mejia.
It's just going to be the loss of one good man for nothing.
♪
And no one here is going to standby and let that happen.
Like it or not, you are too important to us all now
and to what we do,
and I'm not going to debate this with you.
♪
- [sighs] - Come on.
Come on, the car is out front.
♪
Damn it, Bryan.
[suspenseful music]
I'll run and try to cut him off.
♪
What the hell? You okay?
You just ran in front of my car. Sorry, man.
♪
Hey. Hey!
[tires squealing] You son of a...
♪
[dark music]
What do you think he will do now?
Your Bryan Mills?
Hmm?
I'll tell you what he's going to do.
He's going to play directly into my hands
in Mexico where I have the advantage
because I control everybody
from the Army to the police.
He will come for you.
Let him come.
[quietly] Please.
[whimpering]
Esta bien.
♪
[grunts]
- Hola. - Hola.
Señor.
How much?
Two of us at three thousand each.
Six thousand,
Six thousand, huh?
Three thousand total.
Four.
Two grand and I don't kill your children.
Muy bien?
Bueno.
[clanging]
[soft dramatic music]
♪
[speaking Spanish]
[tense music]
Go ahead. Do it.
♪
Pull the trigger.
Then what?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Come on.
No.
[exciting music]
♪
Go!
♪
[gunshots]
[muffled screams]
- Go! - [speaking Spanish]
[both speaking Spanish]
Let's go. Now!
Close this up now!
♪
[gun cocks]
Put your weapons down.
[suspenseful music]
♪
You stay behind.
Make sure nobody else comes through.
Okay.
♪
[distant muffled screaming]
Welcome to Mexico.
[coughing]
[gun cocks] Hey, hey, hey.
We come in peace.
- I'm not going back. - Who's that?
We never met.
Did you hear what I just said about going back?
Yeah. Funny.
- Easy now. - I can't.
You don't have a choice.
They're right there on the other side of that tunnel.
Every minute we wait, we waste.
So let me go. We can't do that.
So another innocent person will die,
and Mejia wins again.
Is that really who we are?
'Cause if so, I quit.
You're... you're damn right I don't have a choice.
Look, I know this all started because of me,
so I won't think less of anyone of you
if you choose not to come do this,
but you are not stopping me, and you know it.
So you go ahead.
Make your choice.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
You're some pain in the ass, you know that?
The customer is here. Standby until we clear the route.
[speaking Spanish over radio]
[suspenseful music]
♪
[all speaking Spanish]
♪
- Stop! - They're taking her.
She's alive. Think.
We're outgunned and outnumbered.
Buddy, if she's alive now,
he doesn't want her dead.
Yet.
[cell phone beeping, line trilling]
[cell phone ringing]
Hart.
We're with him now.
- You're on the way back? - We went the other way.
- Excuse me? - We need your help.
Your mission was to bring him in,
not to go to Mexico.
Give me the phone.
That day when you recruited me, you remember that?
Bryan... - You gave me that whole speech
about what I was born to do. This is different.
How?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
I'll quit if I have to quit.
You can order the others back, but not me.
[soft dramatic music]
Put John back on the phone.
♪
- Yeah? - Are you with him on this?
We all are.
- Send Dave back. - We're all committed full...
I want him to meet me in Juarez.
I'm coming down. [cell phone beeps]
Come on, come on, guys. Got anything yet?
We've got coverage of the six known properties
owned by Carlos Mejia.
One of them is showing significant activity.
Let's go with that one. Call Hart.
[upbeat Latin music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
♪
♪ When I'm in a club I not looking for love ♪
Hey, Carlos!
- [laughing] - [speaking Spanish]
♪
Look at you. And you.
This is Roderigo Acosta, my right-hand man,
who I have trusted with everything while I've been away.
I think you'll be pleased. Business is booming.
Ah, gracias a Dios.
It's good to be among family again.
Hmm?
Look after our guest. Make her comfortable.
Make sure you position her in plain sight.
I think it's going to be an eventful night.
♪
Special Agent Salt.
Can we make this quick, please?
Thanks for coming.
I know Martello's running a couple undercover ops in Mexico.
Wait, no, sorry. I can't discuss any of that.
Let me put it this way:
Bryan Mills needs help, you owe him.
- Where is he? - Juarez.
He needs firepower.
There's a machine shop on Calle Colombia.
You did not get this from me, and I need your word on that.
I understand the drill.
[speaking Spanish]
That won't be necessary.
[speaking Spanish]
- Easy, easy now. - Whoa.
If you'll allow him.
Lower your gun, please.
Tell them to leave. We've got business.
[speaking Spanish]
What's going on? Why are you here?
- Need a favor. - [laughs]
Listen, lady, I don't know who told you what, but this...
Is an FBI undercover operation.
Yes, we're aware.
And we know FBI has no authority to be here.
So what do you want?
[door opens]
[suspenseful music]
♪
Everything.
♪
Pleasure doing business with you.
[speaking Spanish]
[distant upbeat music playing]
[car horn honks]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, amigo! [speaking Spanish]
[both choking]
[suspenseful music]
Sierra, this is Alpha. Moving to the back entrance.
♪
[giggles]
[upbeat music playing]
[man singing in Spanish]
♪
[cheers, laughter, and applause]
♪
[suspenseful music]
♪
[both laugh]
[upbeat music playing, man singing in Spanish]
♪
[both laughing]
[suspenseful music]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
Entering the house.
We have a problem.
We're picking up movement of a Mexican military unit
on the move to Mejia's compound.
I need you to get the ambassador on the phone.
Make sure they know we've got agents in the house.
We need rules of engagement.
Oh, boy. Got it.
Keep an eye on the road around the compound.
The second you see any movement, I need to know.
You will. We have eyes.
♪
[indistinct chatter and laughter]
Alejandro.
Javier.
Where are those guys?
[upbeat music playing, man singing in Spanish]
♪
[indistinct chatter and laughter]
Our army friends are ten minutes away, but there is a problem.
American Interference. They called the Ambassador.
[tense music]
♪
All quiet on the ground floor.
I'm going to check the upstairs.
We have eyes on Mejia...
And Asha.
[upbeat music, man singing in Spanish]
♪
[tense music]
♪
Radio check.
Radio Check. Are you there?
Radio check. Team one do you copy?
[cell phone rings]
Someone's here. Two men down in the front courtyard.
Bodies still warm.
[speaking Spanish]
♪
Tell me you're not working with the Americans.
- What're you talking about? - You think I'm a fool?
They just penetrated the compound
a little too easily.
Two men are dead.
I've heard the rumors.
They're saying I'm un chivato.
That I don't have the right to take my place
at the head of my business again.
That I betrayed my friends.
I would never...
And then you get to keep all the profits for yourself.
You said it.
You want to retire.
Well, tonight, my friend, is a night of reckoning
where I take care of all my enemies.
What are you saying? Carlo... Carlos! Carlos!
[gunshots, screams]
♪
Get the picture now?
Your Bryan Mills created all of this.
It is because of him that all these people here
have become liars and traitors.
♪
This is what happens when you betray me.
[speaking Spanish] Get out!
Get out of my house now!
Asha.
- We're gonna need back up. - On our way.
♪
[people screaming]
Stop.
[gunshot]
♪
[speaking Spanish]
♪
- [grunts] - I got him, go!
[both grunting]
- [straining] - No, no.
♪
The Mexican military are coming.
- How long? - Maybe five minutes.
The ambassador is aware.
I'm on the southwest corner of the compound.
Now I need access. To the compound?
The ambassador has to make sure
that I've got a military escort.
I've gotta protect my men. Copy.
- Make it happen. - Copy that.
And make it clear I want the team out of there alive.
Once they are out, there is no turning back.
Be sure they know that that's an order.
Mejia!
It's over.
Let her go.
[straining]
Me or her. Make a choice.
[yelps]
[grunts]
[gasping]
Bry... You're all right.
- Kill him. - Shh, I got you.
Go.
[soft music]
Got a text from the boss. We're out of here.
Now.
We're moving out. You first.
Cover the exfil. Quickest route.
Single shots only. Standby.
On my signal.
No. No, no, no.
No, you don't give up.
Whatever happens, you have to fight.
You have to live.
He will never hurt you again, I promise you that.
Don't you let her go.
Come with us.
Mejia can wait. No.
This ends now.
♪
Move now. Back way.
We're clear. I'm on my way.
[grunts]
[cell phone swishes]
They need a medevac helo now.
On it.
There's an entire regiment of Mexican soldiers
surrounding the place. Are they out of there?
Not yet. Not all of 'em.
Bryan is still in there.
[suspenseful music]
[guns cocking] [man shouting Spanish]
I'm the one who called you here.
[man shouting in Spanish]
♪
I say drop your weapon.
Bryan, drop your weapon.
That is a direct order.
♪
Medevac's inbound.
We're two minutes out.
Focus on me.
Help is on the way. Just stay with us.
[helicopter blades whirring]
Here comes a bird.
I'm gonna be with you all the way, okay?
[sirens wailing]
Easy now.
Put the weapon down!
Put your hands up
or you will be shot!
[indistinct chatter over radio]
♪
Bryan, this is your last chance.
They will take you down.
♪
There is nothing I can do about it.
Bryan!
♪
I surrender.
Good-bye.
No! [gunshot]
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[distant] Secure the area.
Stand down. Move.
[indistinct shouting in Spanish]
Move back! Move back!
Let me through.
Stay back. Stay back.
Let me pass. He's a U.S. government agent.
Stand down. Move back.
Move back! Stand down.
He's ours now.
I'm sorry about Bryan Mills.
Okay. You want the truth?
Your people got in the way of a Mexican government operation.
That you called in when you thought we'd succeeded
where you had failed. It was the right move.
And I happen to know the Security Council
will see it that way.
Your man made a mockery of international law.
To save a hostage. To rid the world of a monster.
So you approve of what he did?
I admire it.
And so should you.
You know that operation you had going on in Juarez?
Setting up an agent to sell arms
to a cartel rival of Mejia's?
You have no proof of that.
[chuckles softly]
Let's see what that excuse gets you
when I bring it up to the Security Council.
Talk about breaking international law.
What do you want from me?
I want you to beat every bush
and turn over every stone in Mexico.
For Mills?
You think he's still alive.
If not, I want his body back.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
What do we hear?
Boss talked to the Mexican ambassador.
Said he doesn't know anything.
Yeah, nobody knows nothing. Figures.
What about their military?
Our military?
They got nothing to say?
Radio silence.
He's just...
[footsteps approaching]
What happened at the SSC?
Are they looking for Bryan?
They don't wanna even acknowledge him.
They just want the whole thing to go away.
So what, didn't happen?
It wouldn't be the first time. You all know that.
He could be alive.
We should have gone back right then.
- We made the wrong call. - I made the call.
It's on me.
We all know how this works.
I could have lost all of you,
and that would have been unacceptable.
You weren't going back in there.
Bryan would have gone.
[soft music]
♪
Yes.
Yes, he would have.
♪
[machine beeping]
♪
[water dripping]
[dramatic music]
♪
[suspenseful music]
♪