Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan

-(woman screams) -(bottle shatters)

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.

Oh, come on.

-God. -(ignition sputters)

Piece of shit.

Pop the hood.

-(crickets chirping) -(night birds calling)

(vehicle approaching in distance)

Mike.

Shit!

Holy shit.

-Come on. -(engine starts)

-(quiet chatter) -(baby crying in distance)

(woman sobbing, speaking Spanish)

: 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!

-(dog barks) -(quiet chatter)

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?! -(muffled groaning)

You want to be a dead body on CNN, huh?!

-(muffled grunting) -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. -(chuckles)

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.

And we're trying to organize...

peacefully.

We're going to every precinct in the city.

We're hitting the streets.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

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.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

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.

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...