what's your twenty?
turn around.
grieve elsewhere.
you said nazi low-riders?
tell them what you want.
i didn't want you around the crime scene because it's crawling with federal law enforcement. we don't know who's straight up, who's not.
you'd be operating outside territorial united states. your badges do not count. you have no authorization to carry weapons. if you're busted, it could take a long time to get you re-patriated. and there's no backup.  and you will share with them all your intel on montoya.
i mean full disclosure.
about the stevens family, i'm sorry. i know you were close to them.
and?
i got to know. there is never any room for "personal".
good.
okay. what'd you spot?
he any good?
so what's gonna persuade montoya to change off sal maguda running his deliveries?
that's. it.
then that's it. change the mission statement. crockett stays in. he keeps working up the ladder. the local importers get a pass for the time being.
yes you do.
no, you don't, jim. 'cause if i close this down, you got nothing to make a phone call about. and my guys don't have a week for a feeb bureaucratic process. every hour longer they're in there, they risk exposure. so, right here, right now, they're back in or i pull them out and close you down. what's it going to be?
you fuckin' better be right!
yeah?
where's the new drop point?
what do you think?
get me air support.  we'll be airborne and assault the ambush.
they may have already, so we protect the living. proof she's alive?
safe house is empty.  air support's set to jump when we know your drop point. gina?
there's three between miami international and the glades. i'm gonna try for her, but this is triage. protect the maximum number of lives. you need to know that.
three possibles.
eliminated one. swat's on the next two.
do you have her?!
go!