01x07 - Crossfire - Good Conflict

[bunniefuu]

[pulsing music playing]

[reporter] ...storm is projected
to make landfall

tonight as a category three hurricane.

Coastal areas are already seeing
heavy rain

and winds of up to 75 miles an hour.

The governor has declared
a state of emergency,

and is urging all residents...

[continues speaking indistinctly]

...stay indoors. Flooding and
dangerous road conditions...

[wind howling]

Don't we usually k*ll people like him?

Yep.

Not so long as you're cashing my check.

You need to tighten those straps.

- Get up.
- I-I can't breathe in this thing.

Easier than breathing
with a b*llet in your chest.

Need to protect the package.

So why don't you do
what I'm paying you for

and keep people from sh**ting at me

until I'm out of this godforsaken...

sh*thole?

If you don't want to get shot at,

there's people
you probably ought not steal from.

Mason.

Thanks, bud.

Duct tape?

[chuckles] Wonderful.

I hired an army of the homeless.

Duct tape works.

[bag zips]

f*ck 'em.

"Security and prosperity," my a*s.

They're scum.

Same as all the others.

Didn't stop you cashing their checks.

Congrats.

You got me, I'm a hypocrite.

Unlike all you pure-hearted mercenaries
sh**ting people for money.

I'm done now.

I deliver this case, I
get f*ck-off money,

and you guys don't need to k*ll me.

I'll be drinking myself to death
on a beach in Bimini.

- You guys can m*rder each other...
- [loud bang]

f*ck!

[Layla] Don't worry.

You'll get what you paid for.

[wind whistling]

We're not the bad guys.

[Cross] Package location confirmed.

Nine floors from the roof.

Six man team plus their client.

[Cabrera over comms] Roger.

Bravo team in position.

"Their client." [scoffs]

Turncoat sh*t.

[Jeffrey] Can you imagine what happens

if the package ends
up in the wrong hands?

[Cabrera] Wouldn't be
anywhere left that wasn't a w*r zone.

Be a real shame.

Nice civilization we got going here.

What's the play here?

Guy with the case's a non-combatant.

We don't k*ll civilians.

Selling that case makes him a combatant.

We're not the bad guys.

[engines starting]

[tires screeching]

[unaffiliated operator 1] All clear.

Package on the move.

[Layla] Keep it slow.

[Cross] Standby.

Targets on the move.

Take both.

I repeat: take both vehicles.

- [Cabrera] Roger.
- On it.

- [unaffiliated operator 1] We've got hostiles!
- [unaffiliated operator 2] f*ck!

sh*t!

Reverse!

[unaffiliated operator


- [Layla] A.P., everybody. A.P.!
- [unaffiliated operator 2] Copy.

Check six, check six!

[unaffiliated operator


Bravo team, stop them.

Light 'em up.

[Layla] Get us out of here!

[unaffiliated operator 2] Rocket.
Get down!

sh*t!

Engage, engage, engage!

Suppressive fire!

sh*t! Keep your head down!

[global risk operator 1] Stay low!
Stay low!

[Cabrera] We got pinned down.

Take them out with the 50.

[Cross] I have no viz.

Got to change position. Moving.

[Layla] Keep going.

Suppress, suppress.

Stand by.

I'm out! I'm out!

In position.

Package is still in the first car.

Stand by.

- [muffled g*nsh*t]
- sn*per!

[Layla] Get cover, get cover!

Get off the X!

[thrilling music playing]

[Cross] Get your teams in there.

[Jeffrey] Alpha moving in.

- [Cabrera] Bravo team moving.
- [Jeffrey] Go to the first car.

[global risk operator 1] Copy.

Approaching vehicle.

[Cross] Package is in vehicle one.

[global risk operator 1]
No movement inside.

[Layla] Wait for my mark.

Roger.

[Layla] Hold.

- [global risk operator 1] sh*t! sh*t!
- [global risk operator 2] Grenade!

[g*nf*re]

f*cking now!

Deploy!

They're covering their movement!

[shouts]

[Cross] Lost visual.

I can't see sh*t.

Jeff. sh*t.

Get up.

b*tch.

Son of a b*tch.

[Cross] I need a sitrep.

What's your position?

Talk to me.

Sitrep now!

[Cabrera] Multiple casualties.

And the package?

[Cabrera] f*ck.

Package is missing.

No package. It was a f*cking decoy.

Roger. On it.

[wind whistling]

- [static crackling]
- [Layla] Decoy is down.

Decoy is down.

That sh*t actually worked?

'Course it did. My ideas always work.

Moving to support.

Copy that, we're ten klicks out.

f*cking Layla.

[suspenseful music playing]

Mount here for surveillance.

Roger.

Scan security footage file. Street side.

Vehicles leaving in the last five.

[dispatch] Copy. Incoming.

No visual.

Repeat no visual.

Storm's knocked out surveillance.

[Cross] 'Course it has.

Sky full of satellites
and a little rain f*ck us.

Which route west
has the highest elevation?

Repeat that.

[Cross] Which road won't flood?

[dispatch] Stand by.

[static crackling]

Regalia.

sn*per. Regalia.

Waterfront, west of downtown.

Look for strong heat signature.

Roger.

Got 'em.

White four-door sedan
heading west on Regalia.

Package heat signature confirmed.

It's them. Engage.

Let's cut left down the old reservoir.

- We'll be there before...
- [banging]

sn*per!

[grunting]

You said we could slip... aah!

- You're supposed to keep me safe!
- Get down.

Tagged them twice. Lost visual.

Last seen heading west on Aqua Via.

The vehicle is damaged.

Bravo team en route.

Copy that.

- Moving to you.
- [engine revs]

[wind whistling]

[tense music playing]

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[engine revving, squealing]

- [Fitz] Come on, you piece of sh*t.
- [alarm dinging]

[Mahler] Why don't you fix this
with your f*cking duct tape?

Ride's f*cked. Need a trade.

[Layla over comm] Copy.

Stash house... [speaks indistinctly]

sh*t. Oh f*ck, it's them.

[dramatic music playing]

sh*t.

Oh, they're coming.
They f*cking found us.

[Cabrera over comm]
Bravo team in pursuit.

West on U.N. Way.

[Cross over comm] Copy. Coming to you.

Why aren't you driving faster?!

I'm going back.

- You good?
- Go, go, go.

Excuse me, sir.

[shouts]

f*ck.

[tires screech]

m*therf*cker.

[tires screeching]

[automatic g*nf*re]

Hold on.

[tires screeching]

[engine squealing]

[tires screech]

f*ck.

Come on, come on, come on!

f*ck. Lost visual.

[wind whistling]

[engine rattling, squealing]

[alarm dinging]

[Fitz] Client secure.

Say again, client secure.
We're en route to stash.

[Layla over comm] Good job, Fitz.
Watch your a*s.

I'm on my way.

Get ready to move.
We're changing to our backup vehicle.

Backup vehicle?

There's a worse car than this?

- Listen, you're gonna do exactly what I...
- [Mason] sh*t!

[Mason in distance] Come on. Move, move!

- Move!
- Move out!

[suspenseful music playing]

♪ ♪

Target vehicle crashed.

Cargo-loading area, west.

[Cabrera over comm] Roger.

[Mason] I'm on the bad guy.

- Get the client clear!
- Copy.

- See you there.
- [Mason] Come on. Move!

[grunts]

[grunts]

[shouts]

[g*nf*re]

Oh, f*ck!

[panting]

[strained grunting]

- [g*nf*re]
- [grunts]

- Wait.
- What?

[Fitz] No!

[Mahler] Come on, let's go.

[Layla over comm] Fitz, check in.

What are you doing?

Need location. Sitrep, please.

[distant] Hey, do what I paid you for!

Stay here.

No, what are you doing?

Hey, you have to get me out of here!

[tense music playing]

[metallic creaking]

[metallic clattering]

[grunts]

[Layla over comm] What the f*ck's
going on there?

[muffled g*nf*re]

[muffled] Fitz, answer me.
Where's the f*cking client?

[muffled grunting]

[muffled g*nf*re continues]

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

sh*t.

Oh!

- Oh, thank God.
- Come on.

Oh, sh*t. f*ck.

[Mahler] Oh, please.

[atmospheric music playing]

♪ ♪

[muffled g*nf*re and grunting continue]

[metallic creaking]

The package. Hand it over.

[straining]

[screams]

Hey, uh, w-what are you doing?

[Mahler] No, no, no, no.

f*ck.

[g*nsh*t]

[Layla over comm] We're done.
Double-time to exfil.

[Cross groaning]

[screaming]

Look, we have to go
back. We have to go...

[pulsing music playing]

[panting]

[Layla over comm] Fitz, radio check.
Where are you?

[Fitz] I'm still in it.

We're done. Stand down.

This f*ck k*lled Mason.

You're in tilt.

Stand down.

[Cross groaning]

We're not the bad guys.

[comm static]

[Fitz] Copy that.

- [pained groaning]
- [vehicle approaching, brakes screech]

- [panting]
- [car door closes]

[running footfalls approaching]

- [groaning]
- [Cabrera] I got you.

Oh, God. And the package.

Thank f*cking God.

Yeah. Notch one for the good guys.

[chuckles]

[atmospheric music playing]

♪ ♪

We have to go back for that case.

Without it, I'm worthless to the buyers.

The case isn't in the contract. You are.

I drop you at the border and we're done.

[thumps]

You don't understand!

If I don't have that case,

those "freedom fighters"
will f*cking slaughter me.

Got what you paid for.

[chain rattling]

I just wanted out.

I just wanted things to be simple.

I'm not a bad guy.

Yeah. Me, neither.

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[pulsing music playing]

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