Phoenix

All right, guys.

So you're gonna parry the jab.

Boom.

Get underneath the cross,

make sure your hips are lower than his,

and then take it down.

Apply pressure, secure the lock.

Next.

Right here, you're gonna go ahead.

Block, get under.

My armpit literally are connecting like this.

And then, you take the spot over.

Step over.

Put your bootie back.

Where's the pressure?

- Where's the pressure? - On my elbow, sergeant!

All right, next.

So this is the legendary Fiona "Phoenix" Grant?

Sergeant Grant to you, fool.

A girl in charge of combat training?

Why don't you test her?

Come on now.

I'd crush her, and then I'd get court-martialed.

I have rank on you,

and I state right here, right now, these eight witnesses:

What happens on my mat, stays on my mat.

It's true.

Try me.

All right, then.

This is for equal rights.

“And equal lefts!”

Don't kill him, you stupid motherfucker!

Don't fucking shoot!

This asshole broke my jaw.

I don't give a damn,

that bullet will go through both of us!

I'll shoot him in the head then.

Stop!

Boss told you stupid motherfuckers to leave him be.

So this is your idea of one on one?

Everett, I apologize, but this night was inevitable.

It was.

I was operating under a modicum of mutual respect,

which is why I showed up solo, willingly.

I told you, keep him unharmed.

I was just holding him.

We could keep going back and forth,

killing each other's men,

but if I can save a few people from harm's way

by killing you tonight, that's what I'm gonna do.

Your daughter will be so proud of you.

I didn't come here to talk.

I barely broke a sweat,

dispatching these ass-clowns of yours.

You needed a tougher crew if you're going up against me.

Now, shut up and let's fight.

Nice.

No!

Why?

Brother, I'm sorry.

I'm sure you could've made a comeback and taken him out,

but there's only one boss of the Vasiliiv Crime Syndicate,

and that's you.

I can't risk your life over some... beef.

This man deserves respect, not a bullet.

Please forgive me, boss.

Then, handle it.

Goat, dispose the rest of the bodies

in the deep blue sea the usual way.

Our boy Everett here,

it's gonna be a little bit more complicated.

I'll return the car to the lawyer

with his body shrink-wrapped in the trunk with his gun.

Then, I'll have the reconstructive team to come in

and make it look like he committed suicide.

Clever.

Enter.

Sergeant Grant reports to the commanding general.

Good afternoon, General.

Sergeant Grant reporting as ordered.

Have a seat.

Major Voss, dismissed.

Yes, sir.

Sergeant, I got news from your Aunt Grace.

There's no easy way to say this.

Your father's deceased.

I'm sorry.

Can I get you a drink?

How?

What happened?

It was reported as a suicide.

I can't believe it.

No, there's no way.

My father took many risks in his line of work,

so I always feared this day might come.

But after all I've been through,

there's no way he would kill himself.

He wouldn't break my heart... again.

You're scheduled to depart in the first C-140

in the morning, 0500.

You'll transfer to a commercial flight,

and we'll get you to Miami.

Please, sir.

Allow me to stay until at least

after our contractors and their families have evac'd.

Negative.

I've already signed the paperwork

for your emergency family leave.

But sir...

A little break will be good for you.

Go home to your aunt, sort out your father's estate.

Fiona, it's time to go home.

That's a direct order.

It's been an absolute honor

to serve under your command, sir.

Well, now, hell, the honor is mine.

We've been through three tours together.

Your work ethic,

your grit is nothing less than extraordinary.

Hell, if I was gonna have a daughter,

I'd want her to be just like you,

with one notable exception.

What's that, sir?

That huge chip on your shoulder.

This chip on my shoulder has kept me alive.

But it was you, sir.

You showed me how to fight for myself.

Sometimes you have to be strong in order to be safe.

If there's anything else I can do, please advise.

There is one thing, sir.

Can you find out what my father was into

that might've gotten him killed,

and any intel on who was responsible?

Of course.

Thank you, sir.

You've been like a second father to me all these years,

and the ideal that I strive towards.

Godspeed, Fiona.

Is this what you want?

Come on.

I love this one.

Like it?

Come, come.

This is the one I warned you about.

Cost of doing business.

Feed them to the fish.

But boss, we still have the deputy port authority on ice.

I'll deal with them later.

It's time-sensitive.

I'll take care of it.

This is the piece of shit

who took over for the last port authority,

who had a terrible boating accident.

Get me out of here!

Help, please!

Shut the fuck up!

From now on,

I assume all my cargo will go

through the port unmolested.

Correct?

Yes.

Yeah, please!

Let's keep him on ice a little bit longer.

Oh, believe me, please!

Oh help! Somebody. Oh!

Fiona, you look like a phoenix.

Baby, I'll be back before Christmas.

I promise.

I love my girls.

Behave!

Hey, baby.

See, mom?

It's Christmas Eve and Dad still hasn't shown or called.

But I love you so much.

Dad is always going off to who-knows-where.

Don't ever underestimate what a father is capable

of doing to feed his family.

-You smell that? -Smell?

Mom, the cookies are burning.

Oh, my god!

That's my cookies!

This motherfucker!

I kill you!

Just relax.

Let's help you relax.

Dearest Fiona,

I'm so sorry to hear about your father's passing.

I figured eventually you would end up back here.

Please, meet with me.

I've tried to reach you for so many years.

I know your life has been difficult since your mother,

my sister, died, but I love you.

We're still family, and there are things,

both personal and financial, to discuss.

I really wanna see you.

Please call me.

Love, always.

You're wanna take me down?

You deserve it.

Looks like you just gotta impeached, you motherfucker.