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one of the bad guys will see it.

Next time there won't be any Amos

to take a bullet for you.

Help me get him, because you'll

never know if he'll come after you.

Listen to me, I don't

have any family or any friends.

The only people that ever mattered

to me were the ones that I killed.

And you. Yeah, you.

I created you. I won't just

let you walk away like that.

You didn't create me.

You infected me with your poison.

I know that the kid in the hospital

was a set-up.

You're going to get him for me.

Goddamn, you're going to get him!

Or I swear to God

I'll make sure he knows about you.

I'll use you

and your family for bait!

- You do and I'll kill you.

- You want to try killing me?

You want to know who Carlos is?

Look in the mirror.

You've got a Carlos problem.

That's the guy you've got to get.

That's what it's all about.

You and your family or the Jackal.

You're not going back to those subs.

It's changed you. You need help.

- Maybe a stress disability.

- Shut up.

No. I want the man I married,

not the animal who's standing here.

Where is he? Because I don't want

to be married to who you are now.

The kids deserve their father back.

I deserve my husband back.

- Whatever it is about your job..

- What do you think my job is?

What do you think is out there?

A nice world with shopping malls,

Little League and ballet?

People are killing out there. I'm

one of them. I've murdered people.

Not with a missile from a sub, but

so their brains splattered on me.

And they weren't even the enemy.

They were allies.

But I couldn't blow my cover.

I've killed men. I let a friend die.

I betrayed everything

I've ever believed in.

And you were right.

I f***ed other women.

You know what's worse? I've made

you and the children a target.

There is someone that will kill you,

if I don't kill him first.

That's my job, Maura, and if you

don't mind, I'm late for work.

Thank you.

Not till he's dead, Jack.

Sh*t.

Don't blow it, comrades.

Sh*t!

- Carlos, you will come with us.

- Who are you, KGB?

What's the problem?

We have an agreement.

You thought we were from your friend

at the CIA? Henry Fields.

- Henry Fields?

- Get dressed. You, don't move.

Go ahead, but you'd better

have a good explanation.

Give me my pants!

That's what was going on in Libya.

The CIA and the DST.

They're trying to set you up,

and you're falling for it.

- I'd like to know your sources.

- We have proof.

You'll be pleading for my

forgiveness before this is over.

Okay, you want to go?

Let's go.

I want to be interrogated.

I demand to be interrogated..

I've got you, you piece of sh*t.

- Who are you?

- I'm you, motherf***er.

Now you eat sh*t

and die slow, amigo.

Hi, you want a light?

Annibal?

"Awfully warm for this time of year,

isn't it?"

"Not as sticky

as two summers ago."

Annibal..

- Jesus, I'm sorry.

- He's getting away. Go after him.

F*** him. He's not going anywhere.

It's over, we won.

Jack, I had him.

Come on. Lift up.

You did it. The Russians bought it.

They think Carlos is a traitor.

His terrorist days are over.

No place is safe for him.

His friends will give him up,

and when they do, we'll be there.

- Maura, we're going to be late.

- They're waiting in the car.

I'll call you back.

I promise. Okay, goodbye.

- Maura.

- Okay, I'm coming.

How does one begin to comprehend

a tragedy like this?

An officer returns home after

six months of hazardous duty.

He and his family are off to church,

and in an instant they are no more.

Our minds cannot grasp

the horror of this tragedy.

There is only faith.

An undying faith in the Almighty.

Even though we cannot see it,

there is a plan.

Now you're free.

Bonjour, Monsieur Mendoza.

Special delivery.

It's going to be hot today.

Dad, come on.

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