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We might have to hit the pause button on our project.

Least you can have some time

to decide if this side hustle

was a passion project or a distraction.

My son's reward was nearly losing his dad

because of your fucking pathetic ass.

I'm really grateful that you read up on all that

TBI treatment stuff for me.

Keeps you operating any longer, then we're all grateful.

Now we have to dismantle

an active nuclear weapons factory,

The biggest liability could be me.

-Too many of 'em! -VSP truck's

gonna be on us in no time!

That's why we got to blow it now and move!

Let's get the fuck out of Venezuela.

Gonna outrun the VSP

the whole 100 klicks to the Colombian border?

Got to take 'em out here.

Everybody reorg.

Set up a hasty ambush.

Four shooters outside.

-Scuse me. -Whoa.

Punch it.

Cease fire!

Load up!

Sure maintenance guy will be all right

wandering out there all by him lonesome in jaguar country?

Didn't you vote to put a bullet in him a few hours ago?

Guy's got water and a story for the ages, all right?

He'll get picked up eventually.

After we're back in Colombia.

That's if we make it back.

No telling what's gonna be waiting for us

at the border now.

Yeah, seven filthy gringos are gonna stand out.

La Raya border crossing's closest.

Where they'll be expecting us.

Puerto del Hacha is more remote.

It's less security, but it's out of the way

and it'll keep us in Venezuela longer.

Okay. Let's move. Let's roll.

Clean up on the way.

This supposed to be the easier checkpoint?

This is tighter than a cake-eater's turd cutter.

Yeah, VSP's here.

Aftershock of what we did already spread.

Come all this way, still might not make it home.

VSP's gonna be looking for our papers any minute.

Look, it's too late to back out.

Smith, stay in here with Davis.

You'll be able to sell your cover.

What about the rest of you?

See you on the other side.

Ustedes son gringos, ¿no?

-Sí. -Mm.

[speaking indistinctly in Spanish]

Dale.

1, this is Knife. Do you copy?

1, this is Knife. Do you copy?

Home free, Knife.

Well, now that we saved the world,

why don't we, uh, go hit that diving in Santa Marta

like you wanted to?

Mission success doesn't make us good.

Look, man, I-I-I fucked up. I-I'm-I'm sorry...

No, Sonny.

You are a fuckup.

-But... -Got no room

in my life for your chaos.

Yo.

The Venezuelans are blaming the building collapse on...

"long-term degradation

"of reinforced concrete structural support."

- -Wow.

Pointing the finger at themselves. How 'bout that?

Point the finger at us, we'll point it right back.

-Out their nuclear ambitions. -

Trying to save face by keeping it quiet.

Sounds like a victory to me, yeah?

Well, I'm gonna put the word out

to get our flights back home.

Oh-ho-ho. Hold on.

There's no record of what we did here.

But I just want to say, I really appreciate

you all having my back.

-Follow you to hell, Jace. Worse.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Yeah, just maybe not to Venezuela again.

- : Yeah. -

Hey, look, we wouldn't have spiked that football

if it weren't for you, Davis.

Just hoping that this isn't my last run with you boys.

My smackdown from the Pentagon waits back home.

We're not gonna let that happen.

Unfortunately, I need to face the music on my own this time.

But if this was my last ride,

it's a hell of a way to go out.

Yeah. I got to say, with...

everything Afghanistan's become and where Africa's headed...

...just got me thinking, you know,

all this fighting that we're doing, does it...

does it have any impact at all?

I've had those same questions myself, brother.

But an op like this quiets 'em.

Those questions ever creep in again,

just remember,

at the end of the day, we fight for each other.

On and off the battlefield.

Hear that, amen. Let's go.

What?

-Mmm. -You're home.

-Mm-hmm. -I...

Oh, my God.

How'd it all go?

Not according to plan, but...

mission success on all fronts.

Are you okay?

I'm okay.

Can I see him?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Okay. Okay, here.

Hi, honey.

So, he can get a little fussy when he's held,

so don't freak.

This needs support.

Here, he's just still so small,

but he is catching up to the curve.

He's perfect.

He is.

- -He's...

missing something.

A name.

Mm-hmm.

So now that you've held him, what do you think?

What do you think?

Any of the top three stand out?

Definitely. Yes.

Same.

Should we write 'em down?

Do you want to say 'em at the same time?

-Just say your choice. - : Oh, God.

-What? He's waited long enough. -Okay, okay, okay.

Brian.

He's such a Brian.

: Yeah. He's such a Brian.

Hi, Brian.

Oh, hi.

You're named for the friend that Daddy was with

the night we met.

Big namesake to live up to, buddy.

Mm.

Are you happy?

Best day ever.

It gets better.

We get to take Brian home today.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

Are we ready, though?

I mean, home alone?

No... no doctors

-or nurses to help? -Mm.

The three of us will figure it out together.

As a family.

: Hey, baby.

Hey.

He's cute.

French fries.

-Argh. There it is. -

French fries and burgers for you all day long.

- -

Okay, okay, you got it. Stay.

Hey.

I mean, you do have a key. You don't have to knock.

Come on in. Mi casa es su casa.

Felt like formalities were in order after being summoned

by the king.

Look, I, uh... I told you,

-I would've driven to Baltimore. -

And interrupt our trip with Brad's family?

I'd prefer they not be exposed to our dysfunction.

Why'd you need to see us anyway?

Checking in on my life choices?

All right, look, I realized...

that I acted like an asshole