Hell's Haven

In my line of work,

we had two families.

On one side,

the men who worked with us.

And on the other;

Our parents, friends...

Wives...

Do you like it?

Good.

We couldn't say “no” to the Navy.

But to our beloved families,

we used to say “no” all the time.

Weddings, funerals...

The birth of a daughter.

Like I promised, but a little late.

Even during our breaks,

we were always working.

Checking out gear,

training...

Trying to stay in shape.

But the unspeakable secret,

even to me,

and that always meant to

leave all the rest behind,

is that we loved all this.

All good?

Don't move.

Fraga, let's just compensate here.

No, no, no, don't move it.

Hey, calm down.

Just keep your foot still.

Look at me. Calm down.

Just breathe.

Don't even touch it.

Don't do this.

Don't move it.

Don't take that foot off.

Calm down, don't move your foot.

Don't move that foot. Don't move it.

Don't move that fucking foot!

HELL'S HAVEN

Look what I've learned!

That's great, kid.

Is this how you've been spending your evenings?

Are you police?

No.

What do you want?

I have a proposition, Mr. Phillips.

You could've been more convincing.

My name is Lincoln.

I represent a secret division from the Department of Defense,

and I'm looking for someone special for a job.

Top secret, but a simple operation.

It's never simple.

And wait,

I'm special, is that it?

No.

But I was told you're the right man.

Who told you?

Friends from Brasília.

So they didn't tell you the whole story.

They did.

I know your history in the special forces.

That's why I think this is a great opportunity.

If you wish to do more than fight thugs on the street,

call this number.

You have 24 hours.

I think I wanted to be back on the battlefield so bad

these past few years,

that God granted me my wish.

Each day that went by,

I became weaker.

Each day,

I understood Nunes more.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Wake up you son of a bitch.

What the hell is this, Phillips?

What the hell is this, you son of a bitch?

Julia.

Wake up you son of a bitch.

Come on.

Fraga!

You're going to be late for the morning run!

Lazy bastard.

Fraga!

I accept.

At first, everything sounded weird.

Too simple to be true.

I mean,

suddenly

a former navy soldier

was being called by the Department of Defense.

Welcome, Mr. Phillips.

Please.

Unlike every operation I've been a part of,

no one in the room was wearing an uniform.

This was a government job,

not Special Forces.

You've worked on your own before, right?

Yes, sir.

Well, as much as your history in the Navy sounds impressive,

I know these past 3 years were not easy for you.

I need to be certain you'll leave all of that behind.

With all due respect,

I can't see how that is relevant.

Of course it is.

Why?

I called you here for a second chance,

because of your multiple requests to go back, that were denied.

I don't want to regret it.

I've always been the best on what I do,

and my personal life has nothing to do with it.

So, I'll say it again:

I can't see how that is relevant.

Do you want this job or not?

I don't even know what the job is.

Fair enough.

I'm building a task force for a mission at the border.

Problems with the Quijarro Cartel, Bolivia.

Our intelligence confirmed that

their working with a Brazilian militia.

And that, of course, is a problem for the government.

The mission is to recover a package.

To keep it safe and away from the cartel.

What package?

Unfortunately we don't have that intel.

You don't know what the target is.

The Brazilian government went crying to the U.N. and,

our division didn't have the luxury of getting the details.

The U.N. is involved?

Problems on the border,

you should be used to it.

Who else is in this task force?

An American soldier

and a Bolivian soldier.

American? What does the U.S. has to do with this?

As far as I know,

they've had some trouble with this cartel in the past,

and agreed to give us the intel we needed

in exchange of...

Obviously,

having someone in the team.

So this is it?

Three soldiers against the cartel and a militia?

Actually not.

I want you to choose

someone you trust.

An extra member of the team.

Why me?

Because you'll lead the task force.

Of course,

assuming you're ready to return to the field.

No pressure.

Fraga, an old friend.

Former soldier.

I want him on the team.

Done.

So that's it? Four Soldiers?

Phillips,

If your start building armies to

cross the border,

next thing you'll see

is the news saying Brazil is at war with Bolivia.

And we're not?

Not yet.

You give me your word that you're ready?

Yes, sir.

Great.

You've got Fraga's number right?

Call him.

You leave the day after tomorrow.

I've heard the Amazon forest is beautiful this time of year.

Done.

What do we say?

Thanks, dad.

That's better.

Now I better take this away,

before you

hurt the other leg.

Hey...

What?

How long are you staying this time?

Hey, hey, hey.

No sad subjects in my barbecue.

Understood?

I'm just kidding, come here.

Daddy was discharged.

Which means I can stay

with you guys forever.

Promise?

Promise.

Now give me 5 minutes with your mom.

Go play, ok?

You two are impossible.

Hey, you are not alone here!

There's a room upstairs.

Kingsize bed...

Beautiful.