Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan

-November. -Mike, it's Garrett.

The director just got an earful from the White House.

Apparently, you've got guys

harassing the Venezuelan president.

Reyes is pissed, and he's threatening to cut ties.

What the hell's going on down there?

I'm not aware of anything out of my station

that would be on President Reyes's radar.

Well, I'm guessing you were aware

that a legislative aide was playing Rambo in the jungle

on the same op where one of our men is now missing in action.

Yeah. I read the after action report.

I've already made arrangements to deal with it.

That's nice. Embassy know you're sleeping here?

That's one of the perks of almost being murdered

in a foreign country.

-Jesus, God. What do you got?

These are the photos I took in the first container at the camp.

This is a German-made drilling rig

with a triple rotating cutter head.

It retails for about $3.2 million.

They're not smuggling weapons into the jungle.

They're bringing in mining equipment.

It's not illegal to mine in your own country.

Well, that is true,

but why are they hiring arms traffickers to protect it?

What do you mean?

Remember our South African friend in the jungle?

-Part of him. -Exactly.

Well, I took that little memento,

had Langley run a DNA and print analysis;

his name is Jost Van Der Byl.

And check this out. According to FBI CODIS,

he's got an Interpol Red Notice.

And he's on the Treasury Department's

SDN list for arms trafficking. You recognize this?

It looks like the same logo we saw in the camp.

"Eprius"? What is it?

Eprius is a private military company based in London.

They provide military muscle for hot spots

all around the world. Eprius...

is providing security at this camp.

Okay, what does all this have to do with Moreno?

These are the pictures I took in the second container.

Now in these crates is ammonium nitrate fuel oil.

It's a common explosive used for mining.

And this...

is a forensic analysis of the daisy chain IED

that killed Jimmy.

Ammonium nitrate fuel oil.

I connected Eprius to Jimmy's murder.

All I need to do now is connect Reyes to Eprius.

Yeah. How do you intend to do that?

Oh, I got to go to London.

Jim, will you give us a minute?

All right, I'll get right to the point.

I know what happened when you went upriver.

You were told to fall back, and you didn't.

You went, on your own,

and you opened another container.

And because I did, we now have his fingerprints

connecting to this explosion.

And a missing man in the jungle.

One has nothing to do with the other. You know that.

I get why you like being an analyst.

It works for you. You have all your puzzle pieces,

you put them together, and you write your report,

and you don't need anyone else to do any of it.

The hell is that?

I'm sending you back to D.C.

Mike... take a look.

-I'm close. -That is the problem.

Okay? You're too close.

You're too close to all this shit.

You've done some great work.

You let us take it from here.

Please don't do this.

Your flight leaves this afternoon.

You know, you keep going at it alone,

that's how you're going to end up.

Alone.

Where the fuck is he going?

Well... based on our position,

it looks like he's about 12 to 13 klicks northwest. So...

if we double-time it, we should be able

to get to him by sundown.

Easy...

Put it down.

I won't hurt you.

Hey!

Want some?

-May I? -Go ahead.

Has Nicolás said anything about the Americans?

Nicolás knows better than to discuss politics at home.

I know. It's just that...

He told Miguel they are bugging our house.

Seriously?

Mm-hmm.

He hasn't mentioned it to me.

Maybe it's just his little pit bull being paranoid.

Bastos?

I hope so.

Even if they bugged the house, what would they hear?

You're right. Just Maria's dreadful reggaeton music.

Or my trashy telenovelas.

No!

How dare you call Amor Secreto trash!

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. -Salud, salud.

-(ringtone playing) -I need to take this.

Jack?

Senator... thank you for taking my call. Um...

Anytime. What can I do for you?

Well, I remember you had said if I ever needed help,

to reach out, so...

Well, as it turns out,

the station chief here in Caracas is sending me back.

Against your wishes, I gather.

Uh, that's right, sir.

I was wondering if you could get

travel to London approved through SSCI?

London? What for?

Well, th-there's... there's just something

I need to check out, uh...

It's about Jimmy.

Yeah. Sure. Uh...

I'll get my office to look right into it.

-Thank you, sir. -Stay in touch, Jack.

Absolutely. Will do.

What you doing?

Trying to figure out what mining has to do

with satellites in the South China Sea.

-Any luck? -Some progress.

Mm. The mind of Jack Ryan.

A nice place to visit,

but you wouldn't want to live there.

: No shit.

So, uh... what do you know about this guy?

Sergio Bonalde?

He was the last Minister of Interior and Justice

before Reyes vacated the position. Why?

So any mining operation in Venezuela

has to go through his office, right?

Yeah, sounds about right.

Maybe I should talk to him.

You can't.

He went missing about a year ago.

-Anybody know what happened? -Yeah.

He was an outspoken critic of Reyes.

Which is a recipe for bad shit happening to you.

You should talk to his wife, though.

Gloria Bonalde.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, he's a sick son of a bitch.

I'm not hungry.

So you had fun playing with your friends today?

-Sí. -That makes me happy.

-Let's go to sleep now. -Sí.

Sleep well.

I love you, darling.

Sweet dreams, okay?

Good night, Mama.

Good night, my beautiful girl.

What is it, Mama?

Huh?

What's wrong?

Nothing, my love.

Nothing.

Sleep well.

Wait here.

I'll handle it.

Move aside.

Is there a problem, Officer?

I told you to move!

Rodrigo...

It's okay. Let them in.

(indistinct radio chatter in Spanish)

Hey! No, no, no.

My children are asleep.

Señorita Bonalde.

I'm sorry for showing up unannounced.

Good evening, Mr. President.

I believe you know General Ubarri.

Good evening.

Good evening, General.

Come this way.

You have a spectacular home.

Thank you very much.

Sergio was a great man.

Such a shame what happened.

It's commendable that you keep his memory alive...

running with his name.

You time must be very valuable, Mr. President.

This next term will be my last.

Politics is a young man's game.

With that in mind, I'd like to make you an offer.

For six years, just like Sergio,

you'll be Minister of Interior and Justice.

During that time, I will groom you...

to be my successor.

Governing takes strength. Strength comes from experience.