Echo 3 (2022) s01e07 Episode Script

1
Hey.
Hey, man.
- Good to see you.
- Yeah.
All good. Put them there. Right there.
Yeah. Prince said he
called for reinforcements.
- Yeah, just here to help out.
- Welcome to hell, brother.
How's our boy?
Yeah. I think he wants to stay with us.
Ah, fuck.
- You want some?
- Yeah.
- Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
- All right.
Your brother seems to want
you back. Can we trust him?
All I know is
Tariq is not gonna lift
a finger to save me. Okay?
This will be another way
that I have embarrassed him,
and you don't know him, you
know? You don't know him.
He's He's He's not a good
person. He's a piece of shit.
So, you have to take me back, okay?
Just I swear. Just-Just
take me back and I forget you.
I ever I have money.
I have a lot of money.
If you want money, I have a lot
of money, bro. Please, no, don't!
No, no, no!
No, no! No!
Fuck!
How long we gonna wait
- for this fucking call?
- They'll call.
We've been here all day, Eric.
And what he told me, I
Tariq will call.
All right.
Hey, Roy. Morning. Wakey-wakey.
Hey, man. Come on. Just get up.
Oh, God.
- It's taking too long, man.
- Something's wrong.
Just saying, Tariq
would have called by now.
He knows we have his brother.
I'd say this plan is
clearly not working.
He ain't playing, man.
Just because it's taking longer
doesn't mean it's not working.
He wants his brother back, trust me.
You guys are all over Twitter.
Ah, shit.
Hi.
Hi.
How are you?
Fine.
Can we please talk?
Why are you here?
Sorry?
Why aren't you at work?
Is Gloria okay?
Yes.
I just dropped her off at school.
I came back to get some documents.
Okay.
She's also worried about you, you know.
I am not going to pretend
- that I understand what you went through.
- No.
I appreciate that.
But
can you help me understand?
I'm not a psychiatrist.
But I am your husband and I love you.
- Violeta.
- What?
Look, I'm glad we're
finally talking about this.
I spoke to the General. He
explained everything to me.
What is that?
Where are you going?
To work.
To work?
You've barely said 10 words to me
or your daughter since you got back.
You were in a firefight
and almost got killed.
But you don't want my help,
you won't talk to anyone,
you won't see a therapist.
Look, your American friends.
Ms. Matíz, I have read your
articles with great interest.
It was very brave of you
to help that American woman.
I don't know that I
could have done the same.
We had hoped for a different
outcome. I'm not that brave.
In this office we all
think you were very brave.
Ms. Matíz, it's an honor, truly.
The President is waiting for you inside.
Violeta Matíz.
Nice to see you again.
Mr. President, thank you for
having me on such short notice.
I have been looking
forward to seeing you.
This way, please.
Now, let me say, first
that despite our best
efforts, there are still those
in our country who would
perpetuate this kind of violence.
I will be the first to admit,
if something had happened to you
it would have been a tragedy.
You are the most important
journalist in the country.
Thank you very much, sir.
A lot of young Colombian women
admire and look up to you.
Too bad our political views
are not completely in sync.
You're not exactly a
supporter of my party.
My personal political
beliefs are irrelevant, sir.
Yes, of course, you're objective.
In fact, that's what I'm counting
on, an objective observation.
That is the job.
So, what can I help you with?
There's a story I have been
working on for The Times
and I would like your opinion about it.
It's about the kidnapping in Medellín.
It's likely that
Americans were behind it.
Here are some images
from the surveillance
cameras at the stadium.
I know who they are.
I had one of them on my show.
They're U.S. Special Forces.
Yes, this is being investigated.
My guess is that if I
have access to these images
the intelligence services
must have briefed you.
Did you give the DNI any special
instructions on how to handle them?
Sir, why weren't they arrested?
Why haven't they been
questioned at least?
You know I can't speak about
an ongoing investigation.
If you'll excuse me.
My aide will put you in touch
with somebody from the military
who can answer any further
questions or concerns.
Yes, of course.
Now, there's a small matter
that needs my attention.
Thank you very much for your time.
- Nice to see you.
- Excuse me.
- Times. Lindgren.
- Hey. It's Violeta.
Hey, V. What's up?
The president was evasive.
That's to be expected.
Well, yes, I suppose.
At this point, I am almost certain
the CIA is involved with these guys.
I mean, how else will you explain
why they are not being arrested?
What I still don't know is where
my country pans out in this.
Are they helping or not?
I have to admit
I'm afraid we're
slipping back in time
to when the US did whatever
they wanted to in Colombia.
Yeah, well, you may be on to something.
There may be dangerous times ahead,
but you just keep digging, okay?
- Hang in there,
champ. - Mm-hmm.
The famous Violeta Matíz.
You've been busy lately.
Are you tracking me?
I don't track you.
We get reports from the Colombian
side. They track the shit out of you.
I'm writing about the American SF guys.
I know them, and I
know what they're doing.
That sounds like an interesting story.
Yeah. It is.
They have help.
It's you, right?
Yeah. It's you.
Hey. So where we at?
Still waiting.
You decided what you wanna do?
We can't do that here.
We need to be more remote.
I'll make it happen.
Copy that.
Listen, uh slight complication.
Your, uh Your mother-in-law's here.
What?
Give your mama some sugar.
Why are you here?
Well, you know, that's just what
I said to you when you were born.
But you turned out all right.
I'm sorry, Mom, but
Listen, I don't understand.
What's to understand, son?
You're here, Amber's here,
my son-in-law is here.
When y'all left we were family.
That hasn't changed, right?
Right.
Hey, don't worry about
me, son, I can be useful.
I know, Mom.
I'm just saying, it'd
be nice if you gave me
a little heads-up, that's all.
I texted you, didn't I?
Jesus, everybody but me needs
to be coddled all the time.
Thank you.
Okay.
- This is home.
- Okay.
- Hi, Maggie.
- Hi.
- Come here.
- Mmm.
Hi.
- Uh, Roy, this is my mother-in-law
- Ah.
Margaret Chesborough. Mom, Roy.
- Hi.
- Extremely charmed to meet you, ma'am.
- Roy works with Eric.
- Ah.
You must be thirsty.
Can I get you a drink?
I suppose I would take a beer.
If it's not too much trouble.
- And one for my son too.
- No, thank you. I'm on the wagon.
Oh. Good for you, buster.
It won't last.
Ah.
Ooh.
- Would you like a glass?
- Oh, thank you. No, this is great.
Right. Perfect.
Well, cheers, boys.
- Cheers.
- Mmm.
Oh, man.
All right. Bathroom's on the left.
There's a bad guy tied up
in the bedroom on the right.
This is our bedroom. This
is where we're gonna sleep.
What's all this?
It's a small arsenal.
What are you planning, son?
Amber was taken to a black site facility
near the border of Venezuela.
I tracked her there but, uh,
it was very heavily guarded, and
a straight-up extraction is tricky.
And the CIA isn't gonna help.
Well, there's a fucking surprise.
But Prince did find out
that the guy that runs the prison system
in Venezuela has a younger brother.
So, we grabbed him and brought him here.
Straight-up hostage swap, then?
Yeah.
Then why all the
hardware? That your plan B?
No, plan B is something else.
Look, Mom, I, uh
I gotta go run a little errand.
You gonna be okay?
Yeah. I need a little rest anyway.
Yeah, course. It's a long trip.
You must be tired. All right.
Thank you.
Prince?
Hey, Roy. You seen Prince?
Yeah, he left already.
All right.
I'll see you later.
Okay.
Uh, you fancy watching some rugby?
Go, go, go! There we go.
There you go. Yes!
- That's a try. Like a touchdown.
- Oh.
My team's playing after
this game. The All Blacks.
They're all Black?
- No, we wear the black jerseys.
- Oh.
- From New Zealand.
- Okay.
- But these guys are tough.
- Oh.
Very good.
Argentinean defense.
Here they go again.
Goes short to Samu that time, Beale.
On they come, Argentina.
There's Tupou making another tackle.
Cleaned up by
You know I-I think
I'm gonna go freshen up.
- Yeah, yeah. You go. You go. I'll be here.
- All right.
having a chat with
Jaco Peyper is all.
That's going on. Boffelli says,
"Look, skit, I'll whip
through the three."
We're off to the sheds.
And at the break, the Wallabies
lead Argentina 15 points to 3.
Slipper looking to
Tupou, then going himself.
How you doing?
Okey dokey.
Bang.
I'm gon' take a bath.
Enjoy!
Dragged down on the tackle of Mapimpi.
But it's there for Perenara.
Change of tactics from Beauden Barrett.
Take the kick, take the kick.
this match have come
from tries and conversions.
The Springboks, 49% of their points
have been coming from penalty goals.
So that says it all really.
Just over ten minutes remaining.
And there's been a fair bit of space.
I
Fuck.
Hey, Mom.
Goddamn great beer they have in
this country. It's just delicious.
Yeah.
Mom.
You wanna tell me what happened here?
What happened?
I killed a guy.
Mom. I'm sending you home.
Plan B.
I always wanted his
nod. You know, respect.
Maybe more than my old man.
He was fucking stingy
with that. You know?
He had family?
Me and my dad were his family.
He loved Amber. He treated
me differently after her.
Like, kid's a man now.
He finally found a woman
who will put up with him.
Then he died for her.
Then he died for her.
Well, this isn't over, man.
More people are gonna die.
Hi, Hugo. What's up?
Listen, V. I hate to make this call,
- but we can't publish your story.
- What?
You wrote an incredible piece.
Obviously, we think you're
an amazing journalist.
- Are you kidding me? Who killed
it? - The truth? I-I don't know.
No, tell me. Who killed it?
- Publisher wouldn't tell me.
- Did you poke the CIA?
Fuck.
I'm sorry. Good luck. Okay?
Ah, fuck.
All right, buddy.
Step down.
Ah.
Hi.
- What do we have so far?
- Nothing.
This ain't the Four
Seasons, I can tell you that.
- Hey, man.
- Hey.
You're gonna need to hear this.
Everyone is right where we want them.
Tariq is on edge 'cause
he knows we're serious,
and we have his brother.
Now, this shouldn't take
much. Use a light touch.
I ain't doing any of it. You're the pro.
Don't believe everything you hear, man.
Especially when it's coming
from other people at the Agency
who are just trying to
cover their own asses.
Right. Well, let's just
get it over with, shall we?
- How's this?
- This is perfect.
I'll call Tariq. You get him warmed up.
- Hello.
- Listen, I got your brother nearby.
He wants to talk to
you. Wanna talk to him?
Here's what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna set the phone down right here.
I tried to simplify
this for you, my brother.
What's going on?
Hello?
Hello?
Where the fuck's he going?
All right.
This is going the wrong way, Tariq.
Three of your men are dead.
I hope you're proud of yourself. Hmm?
Kidnapping a harmless puppy like
my brother and then torturing him.
Is this what they teach
you in your Special Forces?
What you should be concerned about
is that this is only the
beginning of what they teach us.
Either way, it will do you no good.
As far as Amber is
concerned, my hands are tied.
- The decision is over my head now.
- Bullshit.
You control the prisons,
you control the facility.
You're Maduro's second in
command. Everyone knows it.
You can let her go.
You're wrong. You're hurting
an innocent man for nothing.
We're just getting started.
I need you to agree
to let Amber go or this
is gonna get far worse.
- Momo.
- Tariq!
- Brother. Please.
- Momo.
This is serious, brother.
They are animals.
I don't think you get it.
If I attach this wire, he's ruined.
You understand what that means?
This is pointless. Don't you think
I would release her if I could?
She means nothing to me at all.
But I cannot help her because
your wife was spying for the CIA.
Part of their new school
of the America's program.
You can pretend all you want,
but you know this is true.
My brother. My brother
is a foolish performer
- whose family has disowned him.
- No, no, no.
I'm not the villain in
this story, Eric. You are.
You have no idea how much
of a villain I can be.
Tell me you'll let her go.
No, I will not let her go
- Please!
- because I don't wish to.
- Please, brother.
- Momo. Momo!
This is happening
because you are a traitor.
I am not a traitor.
I have always been loyal
to you and to the regime.
Please help me, forgive me.
What the fuck do you want, huh?
For the government and your
brother to save your ass?
Is that what you want?
Well, no.
As far as I'm concerned,
they can kill you like a dog.
I don't care how much you hate him.
He's still your brother. You
think I don't know what that means?
I think that like
every spoiled American,
you think that everyone
is just like you.
Don't test me! That's a
mistake. I know what I am.
And I know what you are too,
Eric. A rich, arrogant boy.
Had you come to me with just a
small amount of humility or respect,
this could be different.
But you are all the same.
You think you can frighten us
into doing anything you want?
But now, Amber is going
to rot in that prison
for the rest of her life.
And I will double, triple
my forces surrounding it.
And I will let them do
whatever they wish to her,
until she will be unrecognizable.
I'm not testing you,
Eric. I'm beating you.
I will torture him,
then I will kill him.
And then, then I'll come for you.
Yeah, and I will leave the door open.
- No, no, no, no.
- Is this what you want, you motherfucker?
Please, don't.
- Eric!
- What?
Momo.
Momo.
It's all right.
You're gonna be fine.
- Well, that didn't work.
- Nope.
Well, we got here eventually.
I guess we go to war, then.
Yep.
I know you can do it.
You can jam comms from that black
site back to the Venezuelan army.
Just scramble the radio for two hours.
First, I wanna talk about Medellín.
Please don't tell me that
Mitch did that to help you.
Why else would he do it?
Do you really think
that a guy at his level,
just below the seventh floor,
comes down here to help
you with a kidnapping?
Who did you kidnap?
The brother of a minister
who runs a black site, sure,
but that's not all. What
else does he control?
He's got his fingers in the
military, the presidency.
Think about the bigger picture.
Come on, let's walk.
I'm gonna hit this facility,
and I need you to jam their satellites
and slow down the VZ air support.
I need two hours.
But what would it achieve?
- I'd get her out.
- What else?
What is Mitch doing here?
And what will it serve if
you jack up that minister?
If you do a cross-border raid?
Think about the history.
Go back 50 years.
United States Objectives and Programs
for National Security, NSC 68.
The document that
President Truman signed
made rolling back communism
the single highest priority.
I mean, can you imagine
how fucking hard that is?
Replacing left-wing
leaders with right-wingers.
Military takeovers. Coups. Protect
American business interests.
I mean, do you understand
how invested we are down here?
It's a lifetime commitment.
We're the ones who
did Argentina, Bolivia,
Brazil, Chile, Costa Rica, Cuba,
Dominican Republic,
Guatemala, Nicaragua,
Paraguay, Panama and Venezuela.
The CIA's number one client
is the CIA. Never forget that.
Mitch wants a war. The agency needs one,
- and you're gonna give it to them.
- I don't care.
They don't give a shit
if you live or die.
We're gonna do this
cross-border operation.
We're gonna hit their black site.
Fuck up the cocaine, steal a prisoner.
It's an instigation. The
Venezuelans will overreact.
They'll hit Colombia,
and it'll spiral into a
low-intensity conflict.
Pretty soon, it's a war.
I don't give a fuck.
I'm pretty good at war.
And how many Venezuelan lives are
you willing to trade for your sister?
I don't know. How many
you got? A million?
- It was a shitty question.
- Yeah.
I'm sorry for the lecture.
I just needed to know
that you were self-aware.
Listen, I'm not officially
part of Mitch's program,
so I haven't been read into
everything you've been doing for him.
But I have a job.
My op is a hostage rescue for my
wife, and take down a black site.
- It's complicated and dangerous
- Okay.
but it pays very well.
Need about 20 men total.
Now, how well do you
men know the border?
Well enough to know
if we are doing something on their side.
The Venezuelan army will
be problem if they come.
Are you gonna give me the two hours?
No. The best I can do is 48 minutes.
Forty-eight minutes.
You have 48 minutes before Caracas
receives word you're attacking.
Forty-eight minutes?
That's the best you can do?
You gotta give me more time.
In 1970 on the way home
from the moon landing,
an oxygen tank blew up
on the Apollo spacecraft.
The crew found themselves 60
miles off course from planet Earth.
They were hurtling toward destruction.
Power was out. They had
no navigation equipment.
When they calculated the fuel
burn to readjust their flight path,
it came out to 14 seconds of burn time.
They had 14 seconds to save themselves.
Good luck.
Ten, nine, eight. Ignition
sequence has started.
Six, five, four, three, two, one, zero.
We have commit, and we have
liftoff at two-thirteen.
The Saturn V building up to
7.6 million pounds of thrust,
and it has cleared
the cleared the tower.