Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan

They got you on a flight out early tomorrow.

You'll be back in D.C. by noon.

I'm not going.

Jack...

I'm not going till I find out who did this.

Hey.

-Mike November. I'm the C.O.S. -Jim Greer.

And this is Jack Ryan.

Hi. Sorry.

Mike?

You need to come see this right away.

Help me.

His name is Filiberto José Luiz Ramos.

He's a captain in the National Police.

He was in charge of the security detail

that escorted you to the airport.

So what is he doing here?

Says his wife and kids were murdered.

They tried to kill him, but he got away.

How did he manage that?

His dog bit the guy, and he ran.

He stole a car and drove straight here.

He wants asylum.

Doesn't trust the Venezuelan government.

-Can't blame him there. -Mike.

Asylum for what?

He thinks he knows who killed Senator Moreno.

Tell us what you know.

We're all here.

You said you know something about Senator Moreno's murder.

You want asylum?

Tell us.

Asylum for his mother, too. She's very sick.

The assassination. What happened?

A man he'd never seen before came to him at the hospital

where his mother stays, uh...

blond hair, blue eyes, spoke very good Spanish

-but with an accent. -What kind of accent?

-European, maybe. -What else?

Blue eyes knew that he was a policeman.

He gave him about $3,000, and he told him

to turn the senator's convoy at a different exit

from the traffic circle.

You piece of shit.

He didn't know that anyone was gonna be killed.

-He's very sorry. -What the fuck did you think was gonna happen?

-It was a lot of money, and his mother was very sick. -No, I don't fucking care.

President Reyes. Was his name ever mentioned?

-No. No, no, no. -Reyes.

Look at me. Look at me!

Ubarri. Ubarri, was his name ever mentioned?

-(speaking Spanish) -No, no. Nothing else.

That's it.

You okay?

Reyes did this.

Okay. You listen to me.

What we talked about the other night, the Almeta,

the rocket launch in the South China Sea,

there's something bigger going on here, Jack.

Bigger than Reyes.

And we can both help each other.

This isn't T-FAD.

We do this, we do this together.

I can live with that.

Wait!

We need some of them alive.

Take him.

(music playing faintly over speakers)

Goddamn. Beautiful day.

I'll be by tomorrow to check the seal.

-Make sure you don't take her out till I do. -Good stuff.

Uh, hey, Marcus, while you're here and geared up and all,

you mind scraping the barnacles off the hull?

I'll pay you cash.

Off the books.

Sure. Maybe when I'm done, I can swab the deck

and take the trash out for you, too.

Hey, I'm just asking. No need to get sensitive, bud.

I fix the boats, I don't clean them. Just so we're clear.

Well, all right.

Sorry, I thought you could use the money, I...

Grams!

We're out here.

Old friend came to see you.

Bishop. How's it going, man?

What are you doing here?

Do you mind if we head inside and chat?

It's a little hot out here, and these mosquitoes

are eating me alive.

Sweet tea, sweet blood, as they say.

Excuse us, Mrs. Bishop.

Nice meeting you, Mr. Spicoli.

Oh, please, call me Jeff.

Two Purple Hearts,

Bronze Star, Navy Cross.

Damn.

That's an impressive bunch, your family.

Is that your daddy?

So, Jeff, something you wanted to talk to me about?

I need a boat driver.

Someone with a clean sheet

who can discreetly navigate a river system,

get in and out of tight spaces in shallow water,

do repairs on the fly.

Yeah, I-I tell you, I-I've done a ton of amphibious assaults

with lots of different skippers.

You're the best.

Remember Operation Pit Viper?

Cambodia?

What? We rocked that bitch.

How's your Spanish?

You're wasting your breath.

And most importantly, my time.

-I'm done with all of that. -Oh, look it, I'm-I'm not here

to try and reenlist you.

It actually works to my benefit that you're not in.

Yeah, how's that?

Well, this is a... "off the books" kind of job.

Yeah, well, thanks, but no, thanks.

-I got a life here. -Oh, absolutely.

Living with your grandma, fixing the props

on rich people's yachts? I'm sure you score

a ton of pussy.

Man, get the fuck out of my house.

Well,

I hate to see talent wasted, so I'm gonna give you 24

-to think about it... -Just go.

And don't bother us anymore.

Thanks for the tea, Yvonne!

Bye, Jeff!

You looked happy.

-Hello? Jack, it's Mitch Chapin.

We're all sick about what happened to Jimmy.

How are you holding up?

I'm... doing my best.

I'm sorry.

I know you two were close.

You get hurt?

Nothing major. I'll be fine.

Oh, thank God for that at least.

Listen, Jack, I know this is probably the last thing

you want to think about right now, but there are a lot

of people that are going to want to talk to you

about what happened down there.

I can help walk you through all that.

Come see me.

Well, I appreciate that, Senator, I-I do.

I... I'm actually still in Caracas.

I thought you would've come home with... with Jimmy.

Well, there's a few things

I just need to follow up on down here.

If you need anything, you call me.

Any time.

Thank you, sir.

Like this?

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Sí.

What about his eyebrows?

Long? Dark? Thin?

Help you with something, bru?

-Yeah, I think I might be lost, actually. -I'd say so.

I work for Valencia Coffee. We had a shipment due in today

and it never showed, so I thought...

Show me some fucking I.D.

Yeah.

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, there you are.

You're on the wrong fucking boat.

I gave you the container ISO, right?

-Yeah. -Yeah, so how hard can it be?