Lioness

What are you studying?

Cruz, head in the game. What are you studying?

Art history?

Do you know anything about art?

Not really, no.

What if someone happens to ask you about Picasso or Renoir?

English, then.

Name five books by Herman Melville.

Okay, fine, you tell me.

- Undecided. - That's interesting.

It's boring as fuck, that's the point.

Don't let her friends dig into you.

Answer their questions with questions.

Your life is boring, their life is fascinating.

Ask them questions about their lives.

It's all they want to talk about anyway.

Have you been to Chesapeake?

Yes.

It's fucking beautiful.

They will bug and place a tracker in your vehicle,

they will sweep your phone.

Do not call from your mark phone.

Any problems text "call me" to Daddy in your contacts.

"Call me" to Daddy, got it.

Roger that, ma'am.

Roger that, ma'am.

When you're ten blocks from the house kill the burner.

Gonna kill it right now, ma'am.

Why now?

This is the perfect spot.

Good luck.

That was fast.

They buddied up pretty good in Kuwait.

I'm not surprised she called.

But you're surprised about something.

She has access to more money than I expected.

A lot more.

And more connections in the States.

Who owns the house in Chesapeake?

Morning ladies, care to hear the specials today?

- Surprise us with them. - Two specials?

Please.

Any allergies to shellfish, peanuts, gluten?

I'm allergic to my ex-husband,

to everything else I'm immune.

No allergies.

Qudrah Petrol owns the property.

- That's strange. - Very.

- You have a theory? - None that make sense.

Both founding members of OPEC.

That's not enough.

Maybe they're onto us.

Even if they were, they wouldn't send his daughter

on the op to shut us down.

No, they'd throw a big party and plant someone on her.

- Possibly. - Like they're doing today.

I have a team waiting in case we're blown.

And I'd rather have it blow here than Dubai or Jordan.

How well do you know Senator Palmer?

Chairs Foreign Intelligence.

A real fucking asshole.

I bet.

This one of your science experiments?

This one survived the experiment.

Nice to see someone did.

Are you joining us?

I'm leaving.

Keep me posted.

Yep. Excuse me.

I took the liberty of ordering for you.

I hope you don't mind.

Isn't even noon, and I'm already sick of making decisions.

I appreciate you taking one off my plate.

Got a couple more I can help you with.

Slick, smiling motherfucker.

Joe.

Hey, Joe.

What fuck are you doing?

You think I'm having you snatched?

You never can tell. It is a Monday, Kyle.

God, look how fucking wound up you are.

Jesus, I miss the Middle East.

I'm so fucking sick of Mexico.

What are you doing here?

I'm late for my class at Soul Cycle.

You between things?

You know I can't talk about that.

Certainly not on the street across from the fucking Capital.

How many audio amplifiers are outside this restaurant?

I'm just asking if you're on the clock.

There's a meter running, Kyle. Yeah.

- You... - You got your team here, too?

Could I borrow 'em for a day or two?

We're pretty busy, buddy.

Look, I'm in a bind, okay?

Got a contact trafficking for the Sonorans,

they're bringing in Syrians and Afghans

over by the fucking truckload.

Sounds like a good mark.

Except he's stuck in a fucking jail in Van Horn, Texas

and when the snitches get word across the border

he's a fucking dead man.

In jail for what?

Nothing. DUI.

But he's in the system, fucker's wanted.

When they figure that out they're gonna hand him over

to Homeland Security and some desk warrior's

gonna try and flip him and he's fucking dead.

What do you want my team for?

I want to snatch him on the transfer.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

I don't have a choice.

If Homeland finds out that we're planting a flag on the border

it'll end up in the news.

With these fucking head hunters in Congress now,

there will be a hearing

and then they start flipping fucking stones.

- Looking for us everywhere. - Yeah. Okay.

Look, my team's on something right now.

We could be wheels up at any minute.

Nobody else has a team?

No, they're all in Ukraine, Taiwan, or fucking Africa.

And they won't let me have a team state-side.

There's a decent Constitutional reason for that, Kyle.

- You got one. - I have a protection detail.

And it's just as illegal.

I'll give you three.

But I'll need them back in 48 hours.

- You got it. - Expect a call.

I fucking love you, Joe.

You don't fucking love me. You owe me, motherfucker.

- When I need it most. - Done.

Check check check.

I hope you guys can hear me.

Good afternoon, Miss Adid.

- Hi. - Any bags?

Just one, I can get it.

No, no, please. I insist.

Everyone's by the pool. Come, I'll show you the way.

Thanks

Virginia Alpha-Alpha-Kilo...

Quebec.

You made it!

Told you I was coming.

I had my doubts.

Come.

This is my friend Zara.

That's Nala, Malika, and Nashwa.

What's up, Zara?

You got my fucking hair wet!

You're in the fucking pool.

Such a brute.

Why does God only give good bodies to assholes?

Malika?

Come meet Zara.

She's rescued another stray.

I'll explain the whole soap opera: