Six (2017) s02e08 Episode Script
Scorpions in a Bottle
1 Previously on "Six" Aah! Aah! Aah! It's really nice to meet your family.
So when does your dad get back? [EXPLOSION.]
You have a serious brain injury.
The next one could be fatal.
There's something I need to tell you.
We've been ordered to trade Nasry for Andrew Hall.
Understood? - I'm here, aren't I? - Yes, you are.
Trevor: Beautiful downtown Khishnet.
ORTIZ: Six armed unknowns approaching the village.
No sign of Andrew Hall.
GRAVES: The exchange isn't supposed to happen for another half-hour.
Get Michael inside.
Keep an eye on him.
[GUNSHOT.]
[RAPID GUNFIRE.]
- GRAVES: It's an ambush! - Aah! [EXHALES SHARPLY.]
- You good? - Yeah, I'm fine.
Let's go! They came for me.
They knew my name.
I'm letting Nasry go.
The Prince kills Nasry, you get what you want.
What's option two? Nasry kills The Prince, and I get what I want.
Pretend you escaped the attack.
Get them to take you in.
- I'd never last a day.
- I'm giving you an opportunity.
No, this isn't an opportunity.
You give me The Prince, and I'll give you his kingdom.
[WOOD CLATTERING.]
[BIRD CALLS IN DISTANCE.]
[SPEAKS RUSSIAN.]
[ROOSTER CROWS.]
[SIGHS.]
[TEA POURING.]
I was with Akmal when he was killed in Chad.
He was like a brother to me.
He died a hero, for a just and noble cause.
If it was so noble, perhaps you should have died with him.
[VEHICLE APPROACHING.]
You did the right thing.
That was a hell of a ride.
ORTIZ: Hell of a lot bumpier than it had to be.
GRAVES: Look, we're all pissed, and we should be.
But we did our jobs.
You remember that.
- Yeah, that makes you wonder.
- Wonder what? I don't think you understand what happened out there.
We got suckered, Sleeper.
Oh.
Female on deck.
Look, I know it was rough, but letting Nasry go was the last shot we had.
"We"? You mean you.
- Decision's on me.
- Yeah, damn straight it is.
Buddha.
She did what she had to do.
[LATCHES CLICKING.]
- [CHUCKLES.]
- [MEN PATTING BAGS.]
You got something to say to me? I'm just wondering whose back you got, hers or ours? Buddy, you have to move on.
I'm sorry, Jefe, but I can't do that.
I'm never gonna do that.
Ever since Rip died, you have questioned every decision that I have made for this team.
That has to stop.
Now.
Hughes wants a hot wash in 10.
[GATE RATTLES.]
- North swell's coming in.
- [SURF ROLLING.]
What are you doing? Drinking wine.
[CHUCKLES.]
My wine.
Put it away.
Done.
[LAUGHS.]
Check this out.
What is that, a fixer-upper or a hurricane relief ad? Seriously, Alex? It's a surf shop in Santa Cruz.
It's for sale.
Let me guess You're gonna buy it.
Nope.
You are.
- [LAUGHS.]
Yeah, right.
- Come on, Alex.
Think about it.
Let's find that girl you can't stop talking about.
- Dawn? - Yeah.
She sounds cool.
Let's find her and head out to California.
I get how important the team is to you.
I really do.
But it took me 18 years to get a dad.
I don't want to lose him now.
You could do this.
We can do this.
I'll think about it.
Show me some more pictures.
Okay.
Inside.
[DOOR CREAKS.]
Got something I want you to see.
[TURNS ON MONITOR.]
Turn it off.
We know how it ends.
[TURNS OFF MONITOR.]
[REMOTE CLATTERS.]
I have an affidavit from Kilcannon that you shot that man in cold blood.
He was trying to kill my asset.
Your asset? Michael Nasry, the asset you let go? The asset that was supposed to bring back Andrew Hall? The President's Andrew Hall? Letting Nasry go was our best shot at getting Hall back.
So you put us on the line because you have faith in a terrorist.
We have video of Nasry working with us.
He knows that if he doesn't bring us Hall, we release the tapes.
He could end up being our highest placed asset.
Your clearance has been revoked.
H.
R.
will give back your retirement contributions, give you a head start on the rest of your life.
This is complete bullshit.
This is still in play.
We still have a shot at getting Andrew Cline! This is how this is gonna work.
We have to do a Justice referral on this shooting.
You keep your mouth shut, you never contact Nasry again, you don't lawyer up, this affidavit stays in a vault, and the video disappears.
Otherwise, the charge will be murder.
[BRAKES SQUEAL.]
[ENGINE IDLING.]
[GRUNTING.]
[PANTING.]
[LAMB BLEATS.]
[MOUTHS WORDS.]
Akhy.
As-salamu alaykum.
Wa 'alykum as-salam.
Michael [SIGHS.]
Allah the merciful has saved you and brought you to me.
Allah's Will be done.
Allah's Will.
It's difficult to know what that is sometimes, isn't it? Why did you ask for me? To trade.
To get you out of the clutches of the CIA.
I can't begin to imagine what that bitch did to you.
She killed Vlad, after she broke him.
He told her about the safe house for Andrew Hall.
Did she break you, Michael? You've never been taken.
Everyone breaks.
The only thing you can do is give them as little as possible.
As little as possible? [SCOFFS.]
SEALs raided my club in Sarajevo, Michael.
They killed Timur, killed his detail.
But you know this, don't you? [SNIFFS.]
The infidels, they came to the field in Bosnia, where my family my son Was executed by Christian murderers.
They came to the field that only my most trusted associates have been to where you pledged your loyalty to me.
How did they know? How did they know?! You ordered Muttaqi to have Boko Haram kill me.
You tried to kill me two days ago with those amateurs you sent against the SEALs.
Do you know why I box? [CLEARS THROAT.]
It isn't about violence or politics.
[UNSHEATHES KNIFE.]
It is an art.
It has meaning.
And it is as intimate as fucking a woman.
To land a meaningful blow, you must stand close enough to be hit.
Before you kill me, you should know the CIA wants me to infiltrate you.
They want me to be their mole.
[LAMB BLEATING.]
And I bet you they gave you the name of someone in my organization, someone on their payroll.
And to prove your bona fides, or whatever they call it, you'll tell me that name, to gain my trust, huh? Javed Osmani, your Pakistani courier.
And now he's dead.
- But I still don't trust you.
- Okay, but she does.
So feed her false Intel through me.
- [LAMB GRUNTS.]
- [SPEAKING ARABIC.]
The FSB would love that.
- [CONTINUES SPEAKING ARABIC.]
- [GRUNTS.]
[CONTINUES SPEAKING ARABIC.]
[THUD.]
Dazur, Fyodor, take Michael.
Put him with Andrew Hall.
[THUD.]
[ZIP TIE WHIRS.]
[DOOR CREAKS CLOSED.]
Who are you? [SIGHS.]
Well, that was some shitshow.
Always is when the President gets personally involved.
- Yes, Sir.
- Here's my take on how this went down.
You were unexpectedly attacked.
You defended your HVI and your team.
Then your CIA officer big-footed you, let Nasry go, on her own.
Is that right? - That is correct.
- Yes, Sir.
You made the best call you could, given the circumstances, right? - That's right.
- Right? This is going way upstairs, boys.
Mm.
I'm gonna have your back.
So is there anything else I should be aware of? No, Sir.
No, Sir.
- Okay, then.
- GRAVES: Thank you, Sir.
I still think you made the wrong call.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
You get your own team, and you make your own calls.
[DOOR SQUEAKS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
Bear.
- Hey.
- You let Nasry go? [INHALES DEEPLY.]
Yes, Alex, we let Nasry go.
He cut a deal that's above our pay grade, okay? That's insane.
After everything we did to bring Rip home, and his killer just walks, just like that? Hey, who the hell made the call? Who do you think made the call, Alex? Son of a bitch.
He's got a week to give us The Prince.
- If he doesn't, he's dead.
- [GRUNTS.]
I should've killed him in Chad.
Every time I saw that shitbird, I thought of Rip, and I wanted to empty a magazine into his face.
Okay? I'm sorry, man.
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
Yeah, me, too.
Me, too.
[SIGHS DEEPLY.]
I saw Lena.
Where? Out.
Was she alone? You know what? I don't wanna know.
[SNIFFS, GRUNTS.]
How's the hand? Great, 'cause I'm a miracle, and we already knew that.
Uh-huh.
You all right? I need you back on the team.
So can you clear medical and be good to go? [SCRIBBLING.]
- Bear - Can you clear medical and be good to go? I'll be good to go.
All right.
[RESUMES SCRIBBLING.]
[CELLPHONE BEEPS.]
[BEEPING.]
[LINE RINGS.]
MAN: [IRISH BROGUE.]
Irish Supplemental Data.
John said to call.
What's his number? 020-980-3281.
- MAN: Gina? - Yes.
Our mutual friend said you'd call.
I'm gonna call you back at this number.
It's a burner phone? - Yes.
- [LINE DISCONNECTS.]
[RING, BEEP.]
- What can we do for ya? - I need phone records Bosnia, Serbia, Georgia, and a landline in Azerbaijan.
- How far back? - Six months.
$2,000 per month, per phone.
That's $50,000.
Euros.
The dollar's slipped since the Presidential election.
Should I hang up? I've got nothing else to do with my retirement money.
Text the numbers.
[LINE DISCONNECTS.]
[CLOSES CELLPHONE, BEEP.]
BEN SOLLEE: All the trophies from your youth The phone you used to call me on I would put them all up on my shelf Just to be close to you - Hey.
- Hi.
Mmm.
[SIGHS HEAVILY.]
How'd it go? [KEYS CLATTER.]
I found it in the glove compartment of your car.
I took the magazine out.
Where'd you get it? [INHALES DEEPLY.]
You know there could still be a round in the chamber, right? Is there a round in the chamber, Jackie? - No.
- No? [RELEASES MAGAZINE, BULLET CLINKS.]
[GUN THUDS.]
This is what gets people like you killed.
This is what kills our kids.
And it happens all the time.
This piece is around 600 bucks, and I know you didn't buy it.
So who gave it to you? I'm sorry, Ricky.
I was scared.
You weren't here.
I panicked.
I'll get it out of the house.
Who gave it you? - Goddamn it, who gave it to you?! - Alex.
Caulder.
I'm sorry.
[SIGHS.]
Say something.
[GRABS GUN.]
[SHOWER RUNNING.]
[CELLPHONE RINGS.]
Cline.
MAN: The two Bosnian phones were clean.
The other cell number and phone in Baku made dozens of calls to Chechnya, to a cafe in Grozny.
Where? Do you have a name? Gina, I'd advise you to let this go.
Thanks for the advice.
I hear you're no longer welcome in your in the family.
Name, location.
The only other calls into that café came from the FSB in Moscow.
You understand? Russian intelligence controls this.
Don't call again.
You're toxic.
[LINE DISCONNECTS.]
[CLOSES CELLPHONE, BEEP.]
Rest your hand palm up.
Make a fist.
Open it.
Nice range of motion.
Good dexterity.
How's it feel? Strong.
- Okay.
- [DYNAMOMETER BEEPS.]
Now squeeze this as hard as you can.
[BEEP.]
Any pain? - [BEEP BEEP BEEP.]
- Nope.
Release.
[DYNAMOMETER THUDS.]
Any other symptoms? None.
As far as I'm concerned, you have the ability to tolerate operational conditions.
Did you just give me medical clearance? You'll still have to see the psychiatrist to confirm that you're psychologically fit.
Doc, I'm a SEAL.
I haven't been psychologically fit since I slid down the birth canal, okay? Thank you.
Thank you.
[LAUGHS.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
- SAM: Okay.
- Yeah, we don't wanna - [LAUGHS.]
- Sam! Come on.
Are you still slumming? Hi, Anthony.
Wow.
Make yourself at home, bro.
I just did.
Mr.
Social Justice.
Now Bobby Chase is a stone-cold killer.
We used to call him Bobby in college, but he's probably got some badass nickname now, right? So what is it? "The Butcher"? "The Baker"? "The Coffin Maker"? Anthony, cut it out.
No, man.
We just call him Chase.
Hmm.
Does it bother you, killing people? See, the thing I noticed is that everyone is surprised at the moment of their death.
Everyone.
You can see it in their eyes, thinking that this has to be a mistake, that they're special to the very end.
JUAN BARBOSA: And when the storm comes blowing Baby, I'll be Wow.
Who knocked the Harvard out of you, man? [INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
Good luck with that.
There ain't no reason to keep Please tell me you didn't drag me to D.
C.
to hang out with douchebags like that.
[LAUGHS.]
Bobby Are you okay? - [SIGHS.]
- Yeah, I'm good.
- Be right back.
- Yeah, man.
[URINATING.]
[DOOR OPENS.]
[URINAL FLUSHES.]
Unless you're gonna propose, get out of my face, Bobby.
[THUD.]
[GRUNTING.]
TREVOR: Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, whoa! Easy.
Easy.
Easy.
Easy.
Easy.
Easy.
Easy.
Easy.
Come on, man.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
You guys are all the same.
You think you're special till the very last last moment.
And when the storm comes blowing Baby, I'll be [GRUNTS.]
- Down, down - Let's go.
Mm, there ain't no reason to be Cold like me [DOOR CLOSES.]
[DOORBELL RINGS.]
Jackie: Hi, Chloe! Come on in.
ANABEL: Hey.
Hey.
[DOOR CREAKS CLOSED.]
Um, there are Hope you like them.
Oh, they're beautiful! Thank you so much.
[SNIFFS.]
Anabel, can you put 'em in water? Hey.
You must be Chloe.
Welcome.
Yes.
Chloe.
- You must be Anabel's dad.
- That's me.
- ANABEL: He just got back.
- Well, that's Anabel says you're so cool.
No, she doesn't.
[INHALING SHARPLY.]
Sorry.
Could I use your bathroom? Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
It's right there.
[GASPING.]
[BREATHING SHAKILY.]
[INHALER CLATTERS.]
[INHALER HISSES.]
[CAP CLICKS.]
- [KNOCK ON DOOR.]
- ANABEL: Chloe? Are you okay? Yeah.
I'm fine.
Be out in a sec.
[PANTING.]
Chloe, you're not hungry? Sweetie? Are you okay? I'm not feeling well.
I need to go home.
Are you sure? Ricky can take you.
Honestly, it's fine.
I took the bus here.
No, he can take you.
- Yeah.
Sure.
I'll - [FORK CLATTERS.]
grab my jacket.
I'll drive you home.
I'll go, too.
No, no, you stay here.
Someone's gotta help me finish this.
ANABEL: I'll text you later? Feel any better? A bit.
So Anabel tells us you're a photographer.
You know, you should show us your photos some time.
Sure.
You girls hang out a lot? Like, do all the text messaging and stuff? We're teenage girls.
That's right.
[DING.]
Gonna have to stop for gas.
[SHIFTS GEARS, ENGINE TURNS OFF.]
Be right back.
[PUMP BEEPS.]
[UNZIPS BAG.]
[KNOCK ON WINDOW.]
[WHIRRING.]
Do you want anything? I'm good.
All right.
[COINS CLATTERING.]
[KEYPAD BEEPS.]
[RING, BEEP.]
Hey, we're almost there.
Call you in a few? - Okay, bye.
- [CELLPHONE BEEPS.]
[CLACK.]
- [CAR DOOR OPENS.]
- All right, let's go.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
[SEAT BELT CLICKS, ENGINE STARTS, GEARS SHIFT.]
Hey, what's your name? Where are you from? Where did they find you? [DOOR CREAKS OPEN.]
HALL: Hey! I need water, please.
[SIGHS.]
I asked FSB if they wanted you, but they think you're a CIA plant.
That's a lie.
Stop it, Michael.
It's demeaning.
I have a sleeper in the States, the one who killed the SEAL.
Lies, lies, lies.
Who got the credit? You did.
The Ummah Movement.
I did it for you, my Prince.
No.
You did it for yourself, like everything you do.
She's out there, waiting to kill whoever I say! If I was a CIA plant, would I tell you this? Would I give her to you? Show me.
[SLICES ZIP TIE.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
This is it.
[BRAKES SQUEAL.]
[GEARS SHIFT, ENGINE IDLING.]
Anybody home? My grandma goes to bed early.
I have a key.
[UNBUCKLES SEAT BELT.]
Thank you for the ride, Mr.
Ortiz.
Sure, no problem.
You can call me Ricky, if you want.
Mm.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
[GEARS SHIFT.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
[RING.]
[CHIME SOUNDS.]
PRINCE: Time's up, Michael.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[SCREAMS.]
[CHAIR SCRAPES FLOOR.]
[CLACKS.]
[SPEAKING IN ARABIC.]
- [CELLPHONE RINGS.]
- [MICHAEL CRIES.]
[PRINCE CONTINUES IN ARABIC.]
[RING.]
[SPEAKS ARABIC.]
[RING.]
[CRYING.]
You have a phone call.
[RING.]
- [EXHALES SHARPLY.]
- [RING.]
Oh.
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
[EXHALES SHAKILY.]
[RING, CHIMES.]
Who are you? It's me, Marissa.
Michael.
Are you okay? I'm fine.
Did they tell you what I did for you? I'm very proud of you.
But we have much bigger things to accomplish.
- Are you still in place? - Yes.
But, Michael, what if I don't hear from you again? I can't take being alone like that.
I'm here for you, I promise.
You're my lioness.
What do you want me to do? I want you to trust me.
I do.
We're gonna kill them, Marissa.
All of them.
[CHIMES.]
[EAGLE EYE WILLIAMSON'S "SNAKE CHARMER" PLAYING.]
[CELLPHONE BEEPS.]
I don't know where I'm going [LINE RINGS.]
Gina Cline.
Leave a message.
[BEEP.]
Hey, I-I need you to I need you to tell me if if Nasry's been contacted.
I-I need you to tell me if he did what he said he'd do, because you owe me that.
Okay? - [SIGHS.]
- [CELLPHONE BEEPS.]
[THE RIGS' "COMING HOME" PLAYING.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
I remember you.
I waited around all night for you, and you never showed.
Well, I'm here now.
[THE COLORED PARADE'S "I'M INDESTRUCTIBLE" PLAYING.]
We all carry around these demons Without any rhyme or reason I guess it's inevitable [GRUNTS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
Loyalty or treason 'Tis the season for believing - [MOANS.]
- It's so undeniable Undeniable, undeniable Until the Devil comes to claim me Looks like God will never save me I'm untouchable, untouchable, untouchable Nothing that you say could ever kill me in any way I'm indestructible We got these political ringleaders Skilled in tricking true believers It's so despicable, despicable [FAUCET RUNNING.]
Treating people just like peasants Neither past, future, nor present Is repeatable, repeatable, repeatable Until the Devil comes to claim me Looks like God will never save me You'll feel better when you kill something.
You just ride that darkness, my man.
It's who you are.
Nothing that you say could ever kill me in any way [LAMB BLEATS IN DISTANCE.]
You should eat.
[DISH CLATTERS.]
[SPEAKS RUSSIAN.]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
You must be the great Michael Nasry.
How is our guest? He's uncomfortable, but alive.
MAN: Bring him to me.
He's in a village several hours away.
Operational security.
You taught me that.
Send for him.
We'll wait.
You're here to kill us.
The only reason you're still alive is because your Prince here is incompetent.
- Hall's my card to play.
- Mnh.
No longer.
He will be returned to the United States as a peace offering, one president to another.
In exchange for what? Credit, trust both of which you've lost.
Send for him now.
He's here.
Don't listen to the infidel.
I'll take you to him.
- [SPEAKS RUSSIAN.]
- Michael I will kill you, you traitor.
Michael! Michael! [DOOR CREAKS.]
No, no, no, wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
[THUDDING.]
[GRUNTING.]
[CLANKING.]
- What the hell was that? - Shut up.
Where's Hall? [GUNSHOTS.]
[CLICK.]
We need to leave.
Now.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING.]
[CELLPHONE VIBRATES.]
[BEEP.]
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
Holy shit.
So when does your dad get back? [EXPLOSION.]
You have a serious brain injury.
The next one could be fatal.
There's something I need to tell you.
We've been ordered to trade Nasry for Andrew Hall.
Understood? - I'm here, aren't I? - Yes, you are.
Trevor: Beautiful downtown Khishnet.
ORTIZ: Six armed unknowns approaching the village.
No sign of Andrew Hall.
GRAVES: The exchange isn't supposed to happen for another half-hour.
Get Michael inside.
Keep an eye on him.
[GUNSHOT.]
[RAPID GUNFIRE.]
- GRAVES: It's an ambush! - Aah! [EXHALES SHARPLY.]
- You good? - Yeah, I'm fine.
Let's go! They came for me.
They knew my name.
I'm letting Nasry go.
The Prince kills Nasry, you get what you want.
What's option two? Nasry kills The Prince, and I get what I want.
Pretend you escaped the attack.
Get them to take you in.
- I'd never last a day.
- I'm giving you an opportunity.
No, this isn't an opportunity.
You give me The Prince, and I'll give you his kingdom.
[WOOD CLATTERING.]
[BIRD CALLS IN DISTANCE.]
[SPEAKS RUSSIAN.]
[ROOSTER CROWS.]
[SIGHS.]
[TEA POURING.]
I was with Akmal when he was killed in Chad.
He was like a brother to me.
He died a hero, for a just and noble cause.
If it was so noble, perhaps you should have died with him.
[VEHICLE APPROACHING.]
You did the right thing.
That was a hell of a ride.
ORTIZ: Hell of a lot bumpier than it had to be.
GRAVES: Look, we're all pissed, and we should be.
But we did our jobs.
You remember that.
- Yeah, that makes you wonder.
- Wonder what? I don't think you understand what happened out there.
We got suckered, Sleeper.
Oh.
Female on deck.
Look, I know it was rough, but letting Nasry go was the last shot we had.
"We"? You mean you.
- Decision's on me.
- Yeah, damn straight it is.
Buddha.
She did what she had to do.
[LATCHES CLICKING.]
- [CHUCKLES.]
- [MEN PATTING BAGS.]
You got something to say to me? I'm just wondering whose back you got, hers or ours? Buddy, you have to move on.
I'm sorry, Jefe, but I can't do that.
I'm never gonna do that.
Ever since Rip died, you have questioned every decision that I have made for this team.
That has to stop.
Now.
Hughes wants a hot wash in 10.
[GATE RATTLES.]
- North swell's coming in.
- [SURF ROLLING.]
What are you doing? Drinking wine.
[CHUCKLES.]
My wine.
Put it away.
Done.
[LAUGHS.]
Check this out.
What is that, a fixer-upper or a hurricane relief ad? Seriously, Alex? It's a surf shop in Santa Cruz.
It's for sale.
Let me guess You're gonna buy it.
Nope.
You are.
- [LAUGHS.]
Yeah, right.
- Come on, Alex.
Think about it.
Let's find that girl you can't stop talking about.
- Dawn? - Yeah.
She sounds cool.
Let's find her and head out to California.
I get how important the team is to you.
I really do.
But it took me 18 years to get a dad.
I don't want to lose him now.
You could do this.
We can do this.
I'll think about it.
Show me some more pictures.
Okay.
Inside.
[DOOR CREAKS.]
Got something I want you to see.
[TURNS ON MONITOR.]
Turn it off.
We know how it ends.
[TURNS OFF MONITOR.]
[REMOTE CLATTERS.]
I have an affidavit from Kilcannon that you shot that man in cold blood.
He was trying to kill my asset.
Your asset? Michael Nasry, the asset you let go? The asset that was supposed to bring back Andrew Hall? The President's Andrew Hall? Letting Nasry go was our best shot at getting Hall back.
So you put us on the line because you have faith in a terrorist.
We have video of Nasry working with us.
He knows that if he doesn't bring us Hall, we release the tapes.
He could end up being our highest placed asset.
Your clearance has been revoked.
H.
R.
will give back your retirement contributions, give you a head start on the rest of your life.
This is complete bullshit.
This is still in play.
We still have a shot at getting Andrew Cline! This is how this is gonna work.
We have to do a Justice referral on this shooting.
You keep your mouth shut, you never contact Nasry again, you don't lawyer up, this affidavit stays in a vault, and the video disappears.
Otherwise, the charge will be murder.
[BRAKES SQUEAL.]
[ENGINE IDLING.]
[GRUNTING.]
[PANTING.]
[LAMB BLEATS.]
[MOUTHS WORDS.]
Akhy.
As-salamu alaykum.
Wa 'alykum as-salam.
Michael [SIGHS.]
Allah the merciful has saved you and brought you to me.
Allah's Will be done.
Allah's Will.
It's difficult to know what that is sometimes, isn't it? Why did you ask for me? To trade.
To get you out of the clutches of the CIA.
I can't begin to imagine what that bitch did to you.
She killed Vlad, after she broke him.
He told her about the safe house for Andrew Hall.
Did she break you, Michael? You've never been taken.
Everyone breaks.
The only thing you can do is give them as little as possible.
As little as possible? [SCOFFS.]
SEALs raided my club in Sarajevo, Michael.
They killed Timur, killed his detail.
But you know this, don't you? [SNIFFS.]
The infidels, they came to the field in Bosnia, where my family my son Was executed by Christian murderers.
They came to the field that only my most trusted associates have been to where you pledged your loyalty to me.
How did they know? How did they know?! You ordered Muttaqi to have Boko Haram kill me.
You tried to kill me two days ago with those amateurs you sent against the SEALs.
Do you know why I box? [CLEARS THROAT.]
It isn't about violence or politics.
[UNSHEATHES KNIFE.]
It is an art.
It has meaning.
And it is as intimate as fucking a woman.
To land a meaningful blow, you must stand close enough to be hit.
Before you kill me, you should know the CIA wants me to infiltrate you.
They want me to be their mole.
[LAMB BLEATING.]
And I bet you they gave you the name of someone in my organization, someone on their payroll.
And to prove your bona fides, or whatever they call it, you'll tell me that name, to gain my trust, huh? Javed Osmani, your Pakistani courier.
And now he's dead.
- But I still don't trust you.
- Okay, but she does.
So feed her false Intel through me.
- [LAMB GRUNTS.]
- [SPEAKING ARABIC.]
The FSB would love that.
- [CONTINUES SPEAKING ARABIC.]
- [GRUNTS.]
[CONTINUES SPEAKING ARABIC.]
[THUD.]
Dazur, Fyodor, take Michael.
Put him with Andrew Hall.
[THUD.]
[ZIP TIE WHIRS.]
[DOOR CREAKS CLOSED.]
Who are you? [SIGHS.]
Well, that was some shitshow.
Always is when the President gets personally involved.
- Yes, Sir.
- Here's my take on how this went down.
You were unexpectedly attacked.
You defended your HVI and your team.
Then your CIA officer big-footed you, let Nasry go, on her own.
Is that right? - That is correct.
- Yes, Sir.
You made the best call you could, given the circumstances, right? - That's right.
- Right? This is going way upstairs, boys.
Mm.
I'm gonna have your back.
So is there anything else I should be aware of? No, Sir.
No, Sir.
- Okay, then.
- GRAVES: Thank you, Sir.
I still think you made the wrong call.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
You get your own team, and you make your own calls.
[DOOR SQUEAKS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
Bear.
- Hey.
- You let Nasry go? [INHALES DEEPLY.]
Yes, Alex, we let Nasry go.
He cut a deal that's above our pay grade, okay? That's insane.
After everything we did to bring Rip home, and his killer just walks, just like that? Hey, who the hell made the call? Who do you think made the call, Alex? Son of a bitch.
He's got a week to give us The Prince.
- If he doesn't, he's dead.
- [GRUNTS.]
I should've killed him in Chad.
Every time I saw that shitbird, I thought of Rip, and I wanted to empty a magazine into his face.
Okay? I'm sorry, man.
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
Yeah, me, too.
Me, too.
[SIGHS DEEPLY.]
I saw Lena.
Where? Out.
Was she alone? You know what? I don't wanna know.
[SNIFFS, GRUNTS.]
How's the hand? Great, 'cause I'm a miracle, and we already knew that.
Uh-huh.
You all right? I need you back on the team.
So can you clear medical and be good to go? [SCRIBBLING.]
- Bear - Can you clear medical and be good to go? I'll be good to go.
All right.
[RESUMES SCRIBBLING.]
[CELLPHONE BEEPS.]
[BEEPING.]
[LINE RINGS.]
MAN: [IRISH BROGUE.]
Irish Supplemental Data.
John said to call.
What's his number? 020-980-3281.
- MAN: Gina? - Yes.
Our mutual friend said you'd call.
I'm gonna call you back at this number.
It's a burner phone? - Yes.
- [LINE DISCONNECTS.]
[RING, BEEP.]
- What can we do for ya? - I need phone records Bosnia, Serbia, Georgia, and a landline in Azerbaijan.
- How far back? - Six months.
$2,000 per month, per phone.
That's $50,000.
Euros.
The dollar's slipped since the Presidential election.
Should I hang up? I've got nothing else to do with my retirement money.
Text the numbers.
[LINE DISCONNECTS.]
[CLOSES CELLPHONE, BEEP.]
BEN SOLLEE: All the trophies from your youth The phone you used to call me on I would put them all up on my shelf Just to be close to you - Hey.
- Hi.
Mmm.
[SIGHS HEAVILY.]
How'd it go? [KEYS CLATTER.]
I found it in the glove compartment of your car.
I took the magazine out.
Where'd you get it? [INHALES DEEPLY.]
You know there could still be a round in the chamber, right? Is there a round in the chamber, Jackie? - No.
- No? [RELEASES MAGAZINE, BULLET CLINKS.]
[GUN THUDS.]
This is what gets people like you killed.
This is what kills our kids.
And it happens all the time.
This piece is around 600 bucks, and I know you didn't buy it.
So who gave it to you? I'm sorry, Ricky.
I was scared.
You weren't here.
I panicked.
I'll get it out of the house.
Who gave it you? - Goddamn it, who gave it to you?! - Alex.
Caulder.
I'm sorry.
[SIGHS.]
Say something.
[GRABS GUN.]
[SHOWER RUNNING.]
[CELLPHONE RINGS.]
Cline.
MAN: The two Bosnian phones were clean.
The other cell number and phone in Baku made dozens of calls to Chechnya, to a cafe in Grozny.
Where? Do you have a name? Gina, I'd advise you to let this go.
Thanks for the advice.
I hear you're no longer welcome in your in the family.
Name, location.
The only other calls into that café came from the FSB in Moscow.
You understand? Russian intelligence controls this.
Don't call again.
You're toxic.
[LINE DISCONNECTS.]
[CLOSES CELLPHONE, BEEP.]
Rest your hand palm up.
Make a fist.
Open it.
Nice range of motion.
Good dexterity.
How's it feel? Strong.
- Okay.
- [DYNAMOMETER BEEPS.]
Now squeeze this as hard as you can.
[BEEP.]
Any pain? - [BEEP BEEP BEEP.]
- Nope.
Release.
[DYNAMOMETER THUDS.]
Any other symptoms? None.
As far as I'm concerned, you have the ability to tolerate operational conditions.
Did you just give me medical clearance? You'll still have to see the psychiatrist to confirm that you're psychologically fit.
Doc, I'm a SEAL.
I haven't been psychologically fit since I slid down the birth canal, okay? Thank you.
Thank you.
[LAUGHS.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
- SAM: Okay.
- Yeah, we don't wanna - [LAUGHS.]
- Sam! Come on.
Are you still slumming? Hi, Anthony.
Wow.
Make yourself at home, bro.
I just did.
Mr.
Social Justice.
Now Bobby Chase is a stone-cold killer.
We used to call him Bobby in college, but he's probably got some badass nickname now, right? So what is it? "The Butcher"? "The Baker"? "The Coffin Maker"? Anthony, cut it out.
No, man.
We just call him Chase.
Hmm.
Does it bother you, killing people? See, the thing I noticed is that everyone is surprised at the moment of their death.
Everyone.
You can see it in their eyes, thinking that this has to be a mistake, that they're special to the very end.
JUAN BARBOSA: And when the storm comes blowing Baby, I'll be Wow.
Who knocked the Harvard out of you, man? [INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
Good luck with that.
There ain't no reason to keep Please tell me you didn't drag me to D.
C.
to hang out with douchebags like that.
[LAUGHS.]
Bobby Are you okay? - [SIGHS.]
- Yeah, I'm good.
- Be right back.
- Yeah, man.
[URINATING.]
[DOOR OPENS.]
[URINAL FLUSHES.]
Unless you're gonna propose, get out of my face, Bobby.
[THUD.]
[GRUNTING.]
TREVOR: Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, whoa! Easy.
Easy.
Easy.
Easy.
Easy.
Easy.
Easy.
Easy.
Come on, man.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
You guys are all the same.
You think you're special till the very last last moment.
And when the storm comes blowing Baby, I'll be [GRUNTS.]
- Down, down - Let's go.
Mm, there ain't no reason to be Cold like me [DOOR CLOSES.]
[DOORBELL RINGS.]
Jackie: Hi, Chloe! Come on in.
ANABEL: Hey.
Hey.
[DOOR CREAKS CLOSED.]
Um, there are Hope you like them.
Oh, they're beautiful! Thank you so much.
[SNIFFS.]
Anabel, can you put 'em in water? Hey.
You must be Chloe.
Welcome.
Yes.
Chloe.
- You must be Anabel's dad.
- That's me.
- ANABEL: He just got back.
- Well, that's Anabel says you're so cool.
No, she doesn't.
[INHALING SHARPLY.]
Sorry.
Could I use your bathroom? Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
It's right there.
[GASPING.]
[BREATHING SHAKILY.]
[INHALER CLATTERS.]
[INHALER HISSES.]
[CAP CLICKS.]
- [KNOCK ON DOOR.]
- ANABEL: Chloe? Are you okay? Yeah.
I'm fine.
Be out in a sec.
[PANTING.]
Chloe, you're not hungry? Sweetie? Are you okay? I'm not feeling well.
I need to go home.
Are you sure? Ricky can take you.
Honestly, it's fine.
I took the bus here.
No, he can take you.
- Yeah.
Sure.
I'll - [FORK CLATTERS.]
grab my jacket.
I'll drive you home.
I'll go, too.
No, no, you stay here.
Someone's gotta help me finish this.
ANABEL: I'll text you later? Feel any better? A bit.
So Anabel tells us you're a photographer.
You know, you should show us your photos some time.
Sure.
You girls hang out a lot? Like, do all the text messaging and stuff? We're teenage girls.
That's right.
[DING.]
Gonna have to stop for gas.
[SHIFTS GEARS, ENGINE TURNS OFF.]
Be right back.
[PUMP BEEPS.]
[UNZIPS BAG.]
[KNOCK ON WINDOW.]
[WHIRRING.]
Do you want anything? I'm good.
All right.
[COINS CLATTERING.]
[KEYPAD BEEPS.]
[RING, BEEP.]
Hey, we're almost there.
Call you in a few? - Okay, bye.
- [CELLPHONE BEEPS.]
[CLACK.]
- [CAR DOOR OPENS.]
- All right, let's go.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
[SEAT BELT CLICKS, ENGINE STARTS, GEARS SHIFT.]
Hey, what's your name? Where are you from? Where did they find you? [DOOR CREAKS OPEN.]
HALL: Hey! I need water, please.
[SIGHS.]
I asked FSB if they wanted you, but they think you're a CIA plant.
That's a lie.
Stop it, Michael.
It's demeaning.
I have a sleeper in the States, the one who killed the SEAL.
Lies, lies, lies.
Who got the credit? You did.
The Ummah Movement.
I did it for you, my Prince.
No.
You did it for yourself, like everything you do.
She's out there, waiting to kill whoever I say! If I was a CIA plant, would I tell you this? Would I give her to you? Show me.
[SLICES ZIP TIE.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
This is it.
[BRAKES SQUEAL.]
[GEARS SHIFT, ENGINE IDLING.]
Anybody home? My grandma goes to bed early.
I have a key.
[UNBUCKLES SEAT BELT.]
Thank you for the ride, Mr.
Ortiz.
Sure, no problem.
You can call me Ricky, if you want.
Mm.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
[GEARS SHIFT.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
[RING.]
[CHIME SOUNDS.]
PRINCE: Time's up, Michael.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[SCREAMS.]
[CHAIR SCRAPES FLOOR.]
[CLACKS.]
[SPEAKING IN ARABIC.]
- [CELLPHONE RINGS.]
- [MICHAEL CRIES.]
[PRINCE CONTINUES IN ARABIC.]
[RING.]
[SPEAKS ARABIC.]
[RING.]
[CRYING.]
You have a phone call.
[RING.]
- [EXHALES SHARPLY.]
- [RING.]
Oh.
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
[EXHALES SHAKILY.]
[RING, CHIMES.]
Who are you? It's me, Marissa.
Michael.
Are you okay? I'm fine.
Did they tell you what I did for you? I'm very proud of you.
But we have much bigger things to accomplish.
- Are you still in place? - Yes.
But, Michael, what if I don't hear from you again? I can't take being alone like that.
I'm here for you, I promise.
You're my lioness.
What do you want me to do? I want you to trust me.
I do.
We're gonna kill them, Marissa.
All of them.
[CHIMES.]
[EAGLE EYE WILLIAMSON'S "SNAKE CHARMER" PLAYING.]
[CELLPHONE BEEPS.]
I don't know where I'm going [LINE RINGS.]
Gina Cline.
Leave a message.
[BEEP.]
Hey, I-I need you to I need you to tell me if if Nasry's been contacted.
I-I need you to tell me if he did what he said he'd do, because you owe me that.
Okay? - [SIGHS.]
- [CELLPHONE BEEPS.]
[THE RIGS' "COMING HOME" PLAYING.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
I remember you.
I waited around all night for you, and you never showed.
Well, I'm here now.
[THE COLORED PARADE'S "I'M INDESTRUCTIBLE" PLAYING.]
We all carry around these demons Without any rhyme or reason I guess it's inevitable [GRUNTS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
Loyalty or treason 'Tis the season for believing - [MOANS.]
- It's so undeniable Undeniable, undeniable Until the Devil comes to claim me Looks like God will never save me I'm untouchable, untouchable, untouchable Nothing that you say could ever kill me in any way I'm indestructible We got these political ringleaders Skilled in tricking true believers It's so despicable, despicable [FAUCET RUNNING.]
Treating people just like peasants Neither past, future, nor present Is repeatable, repeatable, repeatable Until the Devil comes to claim me Looks like God will never save me You'll feel better when you kill something.
You just ride that darkness, my man.
It's who you are.
Nothing that you say could ever kill me in any way [LAMB BLEATS IN DISTANCE.]
You should eat.
[DISH CLATTERS.]
[SPEAKS RUSSIAN.]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN.]
You must be the great Michael Nasry.
How is our guest? He's uncomfortable, but alive.
MAN: Bring him to me.
He's in a village several hours away.
Operational security.
You taught me that.
Send for him.
We'll wait.
You're here to kill us.
The only reason you're still alive is because your Prince here is incompetent.
- Hall's my card to play.
- Mnh.
No longer.
He will be returned to the United States as a peace offering, one president to another.
In exchange for what? Credit, trust both of which you've lost.
Send for him now.
He's here.
Don't listen to the infidel.
I'll take you to him.
- [SPEAKS RUSSIAN.]
- Michael I will kill you, you traitor.
Michael! Michael! [DOOR CREAKS.]
No, no, no, wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
[THUDDING.]
[GRUNTING.]
[CLANKING.]
- What the hell was that? - Shut up.
Where's Hall? [GUNSHOTS.]
[CLICK.]
We need to leave.
Now.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING.]
[CELLPHONE VIBRATES.]
[BEEP.]
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
Holy shit.