Six (2017–2018): Season 2, Episode 1 - Critical - full transcript
[Graves] Previously on Six...
- [Woman screams]
- Uhh!
[Omar Nasry] Wait! I'm American!
No, wait! Aah!
- No...
- [gunshot]
[Caulder] He surrendered.
He was an American.
He's not a goddamn American.
- Caulder, this is war.
- And we are warriors, not savages!
- Remember?
- I made the call,
and I'd make the call again.
I won't do another op with you ever.
- [Rip] Who are you?
- [Michael] You don't recognize me?
[Rip] Should I?
[Michael] My brother, Omar
he was a good kid...
an unarmed kid who'd surrendered
right before you murdered him.
You were right about the Oregon girl.
How are you, Marissa?
Kashif tells me you're ready
for some more responsibility.
- [gunshot]
- [explosion]
[rapid gunfire]
My brother begged for his life. I won't.
- Shoot him.
- I already did.
Come on, let's get Rip
out of here! Let's go.
[Caulder] All stations, we have Taggart.
Hey!
- [laughs]
- Ohh!
- Are you coming home?
- Joe, I think I need some time.
You take care of them, amigo.
You kiss that pretty family for me, okay?
[surf rolling]
[woman] Richard Taggart?
Mind if I get a video?
- Who are you?
- I'm Marissa from Oregon.
- [gunshots]
- [grunts]
[inhales sharply]
[gurgling]
- Michael told me about you.
- [cellphone beeps]
[continues gurgling]
Who's next?
[door unlocks]
[cellphone rings]
[beeps]
[Dragan] You dispose of the car and gun?
Just like you said.
From now on, you will now
be known as "Arab Lioness."
You will inspire others to do as you did.
When do I do the next one?
Wait for instructions.
Do not go outside until we tell you.
After finish talking,
put your phone in the sink
and turn on the tap.
The tap?
Yes, under the tap.
Faucet in the sink. Leave it in the water.
Dragan, is Michael there?
Can I talk to him?
Never use my name.
Can you tell him what I did for him?
[call disconnects]
Hello?
[closes cellphone]
[pounding on door]
Lena!
- I need to speak with my wife...
- She doesn't wanna see you.
Please.
[sighs]
It's okay. It's all right. Soon, yeah?
- What are you doing here?
- It's Rip.
- Someone shot him.
- [boy] Who is he? Mom, who's he?
[whispers] Oh, my God.
Yeah, I just came from, uh,
I just came from surgery.
He's... he's in there.
Uh, somebody shot him on the, on the pier.
- After the party?
- Yeah, right after the damn party.
Oh.
- I am... I'm so sorry, Joe.
- [sighs]
I could've gone
and got him out of his truck.
I mean, the party was for him,
for Christ sake.
It is not your fault.
[cellphone rings]
- Ah.
- [beeps]
[clears throat] How is he?
[Ortiz] Doctors haven't said anything.
Turn on the news.
Oh, turn... turn on the TV.
- [remote clicks]
- [Lena] Okay.
News channel. News channel.
The nation and the Armed Forces
are in shock
after the attack of
former SEAL Richard Taggart...
Bear, you seeing this?
- Yeah, yeah.
- ...in Virginia Beach.
Video has surfaced of the shooting,
- which appears to be filmed...
- I can't watch this.
- It's all right. It's okay.
- ...by the assailant himself.
Some viewers might find it disturbing.
This station has decided not
to show the moment of impact
due to its graphic nature.
This flag belongs to the Ummah Movement,
the group claiming credit
for Richard Taggart's shooting.
The video, first appearing on
the Jihadist group's website,
- has since gone viral.
- You're shitting me.
- Isn't that the same flag?
- [Chase] It damn sure is.
- That's Michael Nasry.
- We nailed his ass.
He's in the cage somewhere, right?
Yeah. That's what they told me.
What kind of security
they got around here?
A bunch of rent-a-cops.
We'll run our own goddamn security.
Chase, Fish, post up
at the doors to the OR.
- Yeah.
- [cellphone beeps]
Yeah?
Bring everybody.
Make sure they're packing.
[clicks]
[traffic passing]
Are there other points of entry?
Doors, windows, places people can get in?
- You don't think...
- Lena, are there other doors?
- Just this one.
- Right.
What, are you gonna stand
in front of it all night?
Yeah, if I have to. Yeah.
There are other things we can do.
Pray.
Joseph, it will do us both good.
Okay?
- Okay.
- [exhales slowly]
Close your eyes.
[breathes deeply]
Please, Lord...
protect your servant Richard Taggart
in his time of great need.
Guide the hands of
the doctors and the nurses
who are healing him.
And please, Lord, lift the burden
my husband Joseph feels for all things...
so that he can trust in you once more...
and do your will...
with a clear and open heart.
Amen.
[doors bang]
[breathing heavily]
[moans]
[quietly moaning] Joseph.
[moans]
[gasps]
[moaning, breathing heavily]
Joe, look at me. I know you're upset.
Look at me. Wait. Wait, wait, wait!
[lamp shatters]
[boy] Mommy!
- [Lena] Shit.
- [Elise] I'm coming!
[both breathing heavily]
[door rattles and thuds]
Careful. There's pieces everywhere.
[bird chittering]
[Rip] This really your first time huntin'?
[Graves] Besides people?
No, it wasn't really
my dad's thing, you know?
A burly son of a bitch, I bet.
A backwoods hillbilly, right?
Well, there's no woods
'cause the mining company
cleared out all the trees, but...
[grunts]
Yeah. Well... [groans]
there's really nothing that you...
that you don't already know.
You stay upwind. You read the terrain.
- You see a deer...
- You go for the heart and lung. I know.
Uh-uh. Boiler room
is for amateurs, my man.
Now, you draw a line
from tear duct to tear duct,
you aim 2.5 inches above that.
When you see that shot,
you take that shot.
Yes, sir.
[birds calling]
I'm sorry about your daddy passing.
Nah, don't be.
He's been dead to me for a long time.
Yeah.
You'll feel better
once you kill something.
You just ride that darkness, my man.
That's who you are.
[cell door closes]
[chains clink]
[indistinct voices in distance]
[breathing heavily]
[exhales slowly]
Michael Nasry.
How did you do it?
Where are the doctors?
Surgery was interrupted.
- [grunts]
- [chains rattle]
How did you do it?
My shoulder...
[inhales deeply]
[slowly] How did you do it?
[breathing heavily]
Do what?
[clears throat]
[labored breathing]
[keys jingle]
- [squelching]
- [groaning]
- [sobs]
- How did you do it?
[grunts] Do what?
- [panting]
- You know what.
[screaming]
The shooting of the SEAL in Virginia.
[groaning]
[woman over PA] Lab tech,
please dial 3-3-2.
Lab tech, please dial 3-3-2.
I spoke to one of the OR nurses.
He's still out, but his vitals are stable.
I spoke to FBI, too.
Theory is, Michael Nasry
may have set up a trigger.
If he was rolled or killed,
maybe it would've activated
a network to take out Rip.
What the hell is wrong
with this damn thing?
You should've killed Nasry, Alex.
You should've ended his ass.
- Hey, man, is there coffee around here?
- You gotta press the button.
Yeah, I... I did that.
I'm gonna see if there's any updates.
Rip? Everybody's ready to rock, man.
- [helicopter whirring outside]
- Bear asked me to be godfather.
Can you believe that?
What do you think about
Bear being a, a daddy?
I don't know, man.
He'll make himself good at it,
like he does everything else.
[sighs] It's got to change a man.
Having a child.
I kept thinking
I'd get around to it myself.
I'd tell you the same thing I told him...
don't.
You ever think what you'd be doin'...
if you weren't doing this?
Not really.
Well, then, you're a liar.
[chuckles]
You know what "dharma" means?
Tell me.
It means following your
true purpose in this universe.
Every word, every thought, every action,
supporting what you are
meant to do in this life.
There's nothing but this.
Not for me, man.
Hold on to that, Caulder.
Hold on to what?
Clarity.
I'll see you out there, okay?
[gun clicks]
[Ortiz] We're all gonna be fine, okay?
Bonita, just, just wait for me, please.
I'll, I'll call you later.
[cellphone beeps]
[woman speaks indistinctly over PA]
So he's got 15 goddamn machines
hooked up to him.
He's been pissing a lot,
which they say is good.
Other than that...
They got a lead on a guy in Bosnia.
Maybe have been Nasry's link
to Rip's shooter.
They're working on the target package now.
- So we going or not?
- Oh, we're going. Today.
So go home. See your family.
Be at Command in four hours.
You know, I was just talking to him
and let him drive away.
- I fucking let him drive away.
- Hey, look, we all did, all right?
He's gonna pull through.
Well, he has to.
I told you to wait for me.
Rip was at our house.
They must've followed him from there.
- They know where we live.
- No.
Nobody knows where we live.
You're overreacting.
- Overreacting?
- Yes.
Ricky, they shot him
because he was a SEAL.
No.
No. They did not shoot him
because he was a SEAL.
That's not true, okay?
We have to talk about stuff like this.
You can't just make
this decision on your own.
What's the matter with you?
[sighs] Where's your mother?
Mom sent Grandma back to Florida.
What? Why?
I can't be worried about my mom right now.
Come on. Help me with the bags.
Where'd you find this place, anyway?
[Jackie] No one is supposed to know
what you do.
[Ricky] No one knows what I do.
Hey, could you stop
just for a second, please?
We're gonna find whoever did this
and we're gonna make them pay.
We're gonna put them in the ground, okay?
But all this?
Uprooting everyone, that's not right.
That's what they want.
Who is "they," Ricky? Hmm?
I don't even know anymore.
What happened with Rip was personal, okay?
Rip shot this guy's brother.
So you go after him,
and they come over here
and they take you out?
- No.
- Is that how it works out?
No, for Christ sake, no.
[Ricky Jr.] I call the big bed.
[Anabel] No way I'm sharing
a room with the little creep.
- It's just for a couple of days, okay?
- You're the creep.
- It's a dump.
- Just unpack.
[door closes]
Dad?
Are you okay?
Yeah.
[chuckles] Still bulletproof, right?
[Jackie] You're leaving again, aren't you?
I can tell.
In a couple hours, I'm... [sighs]
Hey, listen, it's, uh...
it's all gonna be fine, okay, bonita?
Rip made that confession tape.
He... he could've told them
something about us.
- Rip would never do that.
- He wasn't who he was before.
He lost it. You said it yourself.
Baby, you were glad
when he left the team...
Don't say that! Never say that!
Baby, I-I'm s... I'm sorry.
I'm... I'm sorry.
We... we will be here for a few days,
and then when things cool down,
we can all go back home, okay?
I'm not going back to that house, Ricky.
Yeah, is there a bathroom here?
I'm not going back to that house,
and neither are the kids.
- [faucet squeaks]
- [water splashes]
- [faucet squeaks]
- [exhales slowly]
[crowd cheering]
- [Graves] Attaboy! Attaboy!
- [Fishbait] Yeah, buddy, go!
Come on! Run, run! [shouts indistinctly]
Little quesadilla can
knock the shit out of a ball.
- [chuckles]
- Run!
[Graves] Come on. Come on, RJ!
[people cheering]
- Whoo!
- Yeah! [shouts indistinctly]
Last game, he had three RBIs
and two at-bats.
Only ran the wrong way once.
I'm coaching this year.
Take a walk with me. Come on.
You know, a year from now,
I'll be in the, um, mountains,
building my forever home.
Leaving all this shit behind.
- Your forever home, huh?
- Mmm.
[chuckles]
Hey, you can do whatever you wanna do.
As far as I'm concerned,
this is your team as long as you want it.
But if you really are going,
what you gotta know is that...
I'll take care of the guys.
I know you will, and they'll need it,
especially Bear,
because I told Command
that he should have the team, not you.
[chuckles] Come on.
You can't do that. That... that's my spot.
I've already done it. It's done.
Look, I know that this isn't
what you wanna hear,
but trust me,
you're looking at it the wrong way.
Yeah, Rip?
How am I looking at it?
Why don't you tell me? Hmm?
'Cause this is my life.
No, it isn't. Amigo, that's your life.
Bear and I, we don't have what you have.
The team, that is his life,
which is why he's gonna be
team leader and not you.
You? You're gonna do what
we all wish we could do.
You're gonna do our job
and you're gonna come out here
a better man than when you went in.
- [Rip grunts]
- Fuck you, Rip.
[Rip] Mmm.
I should whip your sorry
puto ass right here, mother...
You really wanna do this? Right now?
In front of your kids?
[children chanting]
...who do we appreciate?
[children continue indistinctly]
[Jackie] Ricky!
[buzzing]
Ricky, did you hear me?
[buzzing continues]
Ricky?
[buzzing stops]
What are you doing?
Getting ready.
[Michael] You can't do this.
I have rights!
I'm an American! I'm an American!
[lock clicks]
I'm an... American.
[metal creaks]
[indistinct whispering]
- [accented man] American.
- Mmm.
[whispering resumes]
[Michael] Hello? Who's there?
- [metal creaking]
- Stay back.
I'm a warrior of Allah.
[shouts in Arabic]
[male newscaster]...United States,
this coming in front of the recent news
of a shooting in Virginia Beach
that has rocked the community
and also sent shock waves
throughout the country.
[female newscaster]
Video has surfaced of the shooting,
which appears to be filmed
by the assailant himself.
Federal officials have been
studying the video,
hoping to find clues or links
to the shooter's identity.
Meanwhile, raids continue
throughout the Virginia Beach area,
where local and federal authorities
are ramping up the manhunt
- to find Taggart's attacker...
- [pounding on door]
- [man] FBI! Open up!
- ...who is believed to be
- of Middle Eastern descent.
- [pounding continues]
The police chief and mayor
are urging the public to be on high alert
and report any suspicious activity...
[pounding continues]
Mr. Mohammed, FBI, open up!
[newscaster] The attacker is considered
to be armed and dangerous.
[door bangs open]
Later in the week,
we will sit down with a CIA analyst
- and former FBI employee...
- [inhales deeply]
- ...to discuss the possibility of...
- [indistinct shouting]
...Jihadist fighters operating covertly
on American soil.
Turning to labor news now. Unemployment...
[horn honking]
[indistinct chatter]
[siren wailing in distance]
You're late.
I'm risking my life being here with you.
My family's life.
You're forcing me.
Oh, Nikolai. I'm... [scoffs]
I'm half your size. I...
I don't think I can
force you to do anything.
Look, this is a relationship, okay?
You can walk away at any time.
Do you wanna walk away?
Dragan's uncle is the guy
with the white hat.
But he will die before he talks.
Who's the girl?
[music playing over PA]
Hi!
Well, how are you?
- What's her name?
- Annika.
Annika. What a beautiful name.
Hello, Annika.
You know, I'm shopping
for someone, myself.
[keypad clicking]
This is Riley.
He's a good kid.
You know, there's a reason why
there's not a man in this photo.
I know what you're going through.
And I can make sure that Dragan
never touches you again.
[speaks Serbo-Croatian]
[speaks Serbo-Croatian]
We'll go.
He won't stop at hurting you.
He will hurt your daughter.
Get away from me.
I need to know where Dragan is.
[speaks Serbo-Croatian]
Marja.
You forgot to pay for your clothes.
Call JSOC.
Have them bring in the SEALs.
[rock music playing]
- [woman moans]
- Who's your daddy?
[moans] Frank.
What?
No, no, no. I mean, like, who's your...
Oh, hell no.
You're not really passing out now.
Oh. [exhales]
[sighs]
[grunts]
[Chase] Who says this guy Trevor
can replace Buckley?
I have no idea,
but I hear he was on the UBL raid.
Oh, don't tell me. The trigger man.
Five dudes and they all pop
that asshat first?
- What apartment?
- One thirty-two.
You think they found that guy
connected to Rip's shooter?
Hope so.
Whatever it is,
we get to swing some pipes on these guys.
[cellphones chime]
- We gotta go.
- Man, there's no numbers anywhere.
You sick bastard!
- [grunts]
- [IV bag thuds]
Goddamn SEALs.
[Car door slams]
- [engine starts]
- It's just saline.
She was pounding the Barcadi, bro,
got dehydrated.
- It works.
- [Fishbait] I remember you.
- From BUD/s.
- Oh, yeah!
You're the terrorist SEAL.
You homies want a beer?
Uh, no, actually,
you need to check your phone.
You're rolling with White Squadron now.
Get your shit. We're leaving.
Sweet.
Like some Affirmative Action squadron.
[laughs]
[indistinct conversations]
Hey, man. I just wanna say about Rip,
I didn't know him much,
but whatever he said,
whatever he did, he's a team guy.
Team guys don't deserve
to get popped like that.
Shut up.
[Trevor] Right, huh? It's good to be here.
Nice haircut.
Old school.
Let's go get this asshole.
[Graves] Okay, bring it in.
We traced a call
giving the kill order on Rip.
This was the guy on the other end.
Our HVI... Dragan Baruti.
We're awaiting confirmation
of his exact location.
We have a CIA officer on the ground
with Dragan's girlfriend.
She's gonna tell us which house.
Should be a straightforward grab.
We land on the X,
we clear the 2-series buildings,
we grab our guy.
This isn't the desert anymore, boys.
This is Eastern Europe.
So don't expect any Stone Age terrorists
in man-jammies and Pumas.
[Graves]
Okay, this is the same organization
we tangled with in Africa.
It's just a different branch.
[clicking]
They're all connected to Michael Nasry,
who's connected to Rip's shooter,
who's connected to our HVI...
Dragan Baruti.
Who's the guy up top?
[Graves] That's why we need Dragan,
to find out.
He's gonna lead us
to the son of a bitch who shot Rip.
We do that,
we take down the whole organization.
Skipper?
All right, CIA has operational control,
so Title 50 is in play.
No Geneva Conventions on either side.
The gloves are off, boys.
Get Dragan alive.
- [cellphone vibrating]
- [man] Yeah.
[Graves] Let's go over the info.
Our guy usually rolls in a small detail.
We're getting his exact number
and posture.
Buddha, turn it off.
- Okay, we'll be in Chop One.
- It's about Rip.
It's about Rip.
[breathing heavily]
[Velcro tearing]
[grunts]
- [gear thuds]
- [Ortiz exhales sharply]
[screaming]
- Hey, hey, Buddha!
- [shouts indistinctly]
- Hey, calm down!
- Come on. Come on.
- [screaming]
- Buddha!
- Yo, easy, easy.
- Relax!
Look at me, look at me, look at me.
Ricky! Look at me. Look at me!
- [growling]
- Easy. Easy.
[Graves] What happened?
Tell me.
[jet engine roars in distance]
[breathing deeply]
He died alone, man.
Rip died alone.
Rip died alone.
- It'll be okay.
- [stifles sob]
- It's gonna be okay.
- [grunts, sniffles]
- Aah!
- Let him go.
[Atkins] Senior Chief.
I'm taking you guys off
the assault, Chief.
No, sir, what we need right now
is to get out there, do our jobs.
Goddamn it, Joe, look at you.
You're too close to this.
Now you get 1-Troop up to speed.
You are QRF support. That's final.
Sir.
I'm sorry about Rip.
[helicopter engine whirring]
I'll be in the JOC.
[Gina] Which one is Dragan's house?
It's dark when he brings me.
It all looks different.
- [Annika coos]
- [man over radio] Golf Charlie,
this is Voodoo 1-1,
approaching target area.
We need the house.
[Gina] Standby for coordinates.
She's taking too long.
Everybody, hang on.
Which house, Marja?
- Who you talking to?
- Which house?
[speaks Serbo-Croatian]
Hi, sweetie.
What are you doing?
Hi. Come here.
[coos]
You wanna get out? Oh!
You know the way babies smell.
Oh, so fresh. I love that smell.
Give her to me.
They think it's from
leftover amniotic fluid.
The smell sparks receptors
in a mother's brain.
It's supposed to inspire
maternal care and protection.
Hi. Hello. Hello.
[gasps] Oh.
This is normally where
I put a gun to your head.
But I don't have to, do I?
[man] Voodoo 1-1 is standing by
for coordinates.
We are bingo in 20 mikes.
We need that mark.
[man] Roger, Voodoo 1-1. Break.
Golf Charlie, how's the mark comin'?
- [Gina] Give me another second.
- Negative.
We got birds low on gas
and unactionable intel.
I'm calling it off.
Notify the assault team.
Target building identified.
Sending coordinates now.
- [beeping]
- Belay my last order.
Tell 'em to commence assault.
The things we do for love, huh?
[helicopter blades whirring]
[man] This Echo 1.
We are engaging multiple hostile elements.
No visual on the HVI.
We are breaking contact and moving
to the secondary LZ.
- Shit. He's running.
- [tires squeal]
I need another team or Dragan is gone.
Sir, give me the other birds.
We can chase him down.
Where's the cordon force? Can they pursue?
Unsure, sir. Looks like they have
an alternate route off-target.
Send in another team now!
- [engine revs]
- [gasps]
Cut us loose, sir.
Cut us loose.
[Caulder] 1-Troop,
just lift these boys up, all right?
They're primed for a fight.
You know we're gonna make 'em bleed,
but we get our guy.
- Copy.
- All right, you hear me?
- Fish?
- Roger that.
This is for Rip! Ortiz?
We get our guy.
[Scottish dirge playing]
One minute to targets.
[Gina] This is Golf Charlie.
The targets are a black and silver SUV.
[man] Roger that, Golf Charlie.
Bobcat 2-1 has eyes on him.
[horn blares]
[sheep bleat]
Thirty seconds!
[Caulder and Fishbait] Thirty seconds!
- Thirty seconds!
- Thirty seconds!
Vox 0-1, Bobcats 2-1 commencing...
[Graves] Stop 'em here.
[man] Bobcat 2-1, warning shots away.
[rapid gunfire]
[man indistinctly over radio]
[man] Roger, 2-1,
fighting left and flanking them.
I got a shot on the engine block.
[Gina] Negative, negative.
Do not escalate. Do not escalate!
- [man] Roger that.
- I need Dragan alive.
- [Annika crying]
- Do you copy? I need him alive.
Get her off my net.
[sheep bleat]
- [Annika continues crying]
- Can you shut that kid up?
- Take out the drivers.
- [man] Roger that.
[Graves] Put us down.
Targets are stationary at this time.
[man] 2-1 on final.
- [rapid gunfire]
- [man] Watch it.
2-1 is taking small arms fire
from road vehicle.
Hit the deck! Go!
Fish, take him out!
Bobcat 2-1, making an emergency landing.
Hold on!
- [coughing]
- [shouts indistinctly]
[alarm beeping]
- Call out!
- [indistinct shouting]
[Graves] Hold the line! Hold the line!
Fish, how many targets you got?
Two up front, maybe more in back
on lead vehicle.
But I can't see shit.
Watch for movement.
Steady, Buddha.
Easy, dude.
Turn right. Get right.
[glass shatters]
- [Graves] Gun.
- [rapid gunfire]
[Graves] Is that Dragan?
- [Chase] Negative.
- These guys either.
Pushing to lead vehicle.
[Fishbait] Looks like three to four
packed inside lead vehicle.
Stand by.
I've got movement!
[gunfire]
Gotta move.
[gunfire continues]
Delta 2, come back to our position.
- [Ortiz] Hang tight.
- [Graves] Come back to us!
[gunshot]
[gunfire continues]
[Ortiz] I don't have the shot!
[Graves] Clear out now!
I'm in!
[gunshots]
That's Dragan!
I've got eyes on target.
He's egressing north. Moving!
[man] Principle's moving to the tree line.
[breathing heavily]
[Graves] Negative.
Do not pursue the squirter. Stand fast.
- [Caulder] On the ground!
- [Ortiz] Caulder, Get down!
- Stand fast!
- On the ground!
Take us out.
[Fishbait] Turn around!
On the ground! Look at me, asshole!
[Ortiz] What do you see, Fish?
- What do you see, Fish?
- I don't see a weapon.
- Bomb!
- [gunshots]
[explosion]
- [high-pitched ringing]
- [panting]
[gasps, sniffs]
[muffled] Caulder!
[gasps, sniffs]
Hey.
Hey, Caulder.
You okay?
[high-pitched ringing continues]
- [groans]
- Stupid.
- You stupid, dumbass pendejo.
- [sniffs]
Pendejo. That means
"God among men" in Mexican, right?
- [Chase] Is he okay?
- Yeah, he's fine.
- With that head.
- [Gina] Hey!
Who's in command here?
- I know you.
- Is it you?
- Bear.
- Hey.
Where's Dragan?
Lady, I don't know what
you think you're doing,
but you need to hell off
my target right now, okay?
You all right?
- You good?
- [Ortiz] Fine.
Are you still here?
This is my op. You're my shooters.
Where's my guy?
Okay.
Your guy's, uh, up here, on the berm,
here's some pieces of him
all over the floor.
You just help yourself to him, okay?
You don't wanna pick out a piece,
put it on your mantel?
Hey, I got some sort of code book here.
[Graves] Trevor, let me see it.
Whoa! You must be from heaven.
You're my kind of angel.
We're done here, bro.
[lighter closes]
[sniffles, clears throat]
You can go now.
[dialing]
[chuckling]
I need a cleanup crew, forensics.
It's a blood bath.
I'll take care of the girl and the baby.
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
What kind of a monster are you?
I know how you must feel.
You used me. You used my daughter.
- A baby. Look at her.
- [motorcycles revving]
Hey, look at her!
- Hey, look at her!
- Down!
[rapid gunfire]
- [Annika wailing]
- [gunshots]
[continues wailing]
[train whistle blows]
- Who were they?
- Gina.
Those bastards killed my source.
- That's not on us.
- Like hell it isn't.
- Who were they?
- The guy you shot was Saudi.
- Muttaqi?
- No, better than that.
You're not gonna believe it.
That notebook the SEALs found? Gold mine.
Numbers, names, operational plans.
Dragan and Muttaqi worked for
our favorite ghost.
The Prince.
Mm-hmm. The one and only.
[scoffs] Got ten years of clues
from Berlin to Beijing,
and we never even got close
to his inner circle,
much less take a decent picture
of the bastard.
But this? This is our way in.
That guy's name was in Dragan's notebook.
Highest level Jihadist connected
to the Prince we've ever bagged.
- We have him in custody in Romania.
- I want him.
You get him to tell you
who and where the Prince is.
I told you who the Prince is.
Ah, Gina, everyone knows your theory.
It's not a theory.
Look, I don't care if the Prince
is Justin Bieber, okay?
The ciphers in that notebook
suggest that whoever he is,
he's planning something big.
Europe. It's his MO.
Ah, it could be.
Look, you break this guy,
we find the Prince, we stop this.
The DDO didn't want you in this.
I vouched for you.
Don't let the past,
your personal feelings about this,
screw this up.
You got that?
Fuck you, Kate.
And quit smoking.
[man] The prisoner in question
has been very uncooperative.
And as you can imagine,
the rest of the prisoners
are not fond of him either.
- He's not isolated?
- No. Uh, we... we have...
Open it! Now!
[men shouting in Arabic]
[Gina shouting in Arabic]
[panting]
Hello, Michael.
Who are you?
Do you know how the Prophet
received the Divine Call?
He was visited by the archangel Gabriel...
while he slept in the dark.
Let's get you out of here.
- [Woman screams]
- Uhh!
[Omar Nasry] Wait! I'm American!
No, wait! Aah!
- No...
- [gunshot]
[Caulder] He surrendered.
He was an American.
He's not a goddamn American.
- Caulder, this is war.
- And we are warriors, not savages!
- Remember?
- I made the call,
and I'd make the call again.
I won't do another op with you ever.
- [Rip] Who are you?
- [Michael] You don't recognize me?
[Rip] Should I?
[Michael] My brother, Omar
he was a good kid...
an unarmed kid who'd surrendered
right before you murdered him.
You were right about the Oregon girl.
How are you, Marissa?
Kashif tells me you're ready
for some more responsibility.
- [gunshot]
- [explosion]
[rapid gunfire]
My brother begged for his life. I won't.
- Shoot him.
- I already did.
Come on, let's get Rip
out of here! Let's go.
[Caulder] All stations, we have Taggart.
Hey!
- [laughs]
- Ohh!
- Are you coming home?
- Joe, I think I need some time.
You take care of them, amigo.
You kiss that pretty family for me, okay?
[surf rolling]
[woman] Richard Taggart?
Mind if I get a video?
- Who are you?
- I'm Marissa from Oregon.
- [gunshots]
- [grunts]
[inhales sharply]
[gurgling]
- Michael told me about you.
- [cellphone beeps]
[continues gurgling]
Who's next?
[door unlocks]
[cellphone rings]
[beeps]
[Dragan] You dispose of the car and gun?
Just like you said.
From now on, you will now
be known as "Arab Lioness."
You will inspire others to do as you did.
When do I do the next one?
Wait for instructions.
Do not go outside until we tell you.
After finish talking,
put your phone in the sink
and turn on the tap.
The tap?
Yes, under the tap.
Faucet in the sink. Leave it in the water.
Dragan, is Michael there?
Can I talk to him?
Never use my name.
Can you tell him what I did for him?
[call disconnects]
Hello?
[closes cellphone]
[pounding on door]
Lena!
- I need to speak with my wife...
- She doesn't wanna see you.
Please.
[sighs]
It's okay. It's all right. Soon, yeah?
- What are you doing here?
- It's Rip.
- Someone shot him.
- [boy] Who is he? Mom, who's he?
[whispers] Oh, my God.
Yeah, I just came from, uh,
I just came from surgery.
He's... he's in there.
Uh, somebody shot him on the, on the pier.
- After the party?
- Yeah, right after the damn party.
Oh.
- I am... I'm so sorry, Joe.
- [sighs]
I could've gone
and got him out of his truck.
I mean, the party was for him,
for Christ sake.
It is not your fault.
[cellphone rings]
- Ah.
- [beeps]
[clears throat] How is he?
[Ortiz] Doctors haven't said anything.
Turn on the news.
Oh, turn... turn on the TV.
- [remote clicks]
- [Lena] Okay.
News channel. News channel.
The nation and the Armed Forces
are in shock
after the attack of
former SEAL Richard Taggart...
Bear, you seeing this?
- Yeah, yeah.
- ...in Virginia Beach.
Video has surfaced of the shooting,
- which appears to be filmed...
- I can't watch this.
- It's all right. It's okay.
- ...by the assailant himself.
Some viewers might find it disturbing.
This station has decided not
to show the moment of impact
due to its graphic nature.
This flag belongs to the Ummah Movement,
the group claiming credit
for Richard Taggart's shooting.
The video, first appearing on
the Jihadist group's website,
- has since gone viral.
- You're shitting me.
- Isn't that the same flag?
- [Chase] It damn sure is.
- That's Michael Nasry.
- We nailed his ass.
He's in the cage somewhere, right?
Yeah. That's what they told me.
What kind of security
they got around here?
A bunch of rent-a-cops.
We'll run our own goddamn security.
Chase, Fish, post up
at the doors to the OR.
- Yeah.
- [cellphone beeps]
Yeah?
Bring everybody.
Make sure they're packing.
[clicks]
[traffic passing]
Are there other points of entry?
Doors, windows, places people can get in?
- You don't think...
- Lena, are there other doors?
- Just this one.
- Right.
What, are you gonna stand
in front of it all night?
Yeah, if I have to. Yeah.
There are other things we can do.
Pray.
Joseph, it will do us both good.
Okay?
- Okay.
- [exhales slowly]
Close your eyes.
[breathes deeply]
Please, Lord...
protect your servant Richard Taggart
in his time of great need.
Guide the hands of
the doctors and the nurses
who are healing him.
And please, Lord, lift the burden
my husband Joseph feels for all things...
so that he can trust in you once more...
and do your will...
with a clear and open heart.
Amen.
[doors bang]
[breathing heavily]
[moans]
[quietly moaning] Joseph.
[moans]
[gasps]
[moaning, breathing heavily]
Joe, look at me. I know you're upset.
Look at me. Wait. Wait, wait, wait!
[lamp shatters]
[boy] Mommy!
- [Lena] Shit.
- [Elise] I'm coming!
[both breathing heavily]
[door rattles and thuds]
Careful. There's pieces everywhere.
[bird chittering]
[Rip] This really your first time huntin'?
[Graves] Besides people?
No, it wasn't really
my dad's thing, you know?
A burly son of a bitch, I bet.
A backwoods hillbilly, right?
Well, there's no woods
'cause the mining company
cleared out all the trees, but...
[grunts]
Yeah. Well... [groans]
there's really nothing that you...
that you don't already know.
You stay upwind. You read the terrain.
- You see a deer...
- You go for the heart and lung. I know.
Uh-uh. Boiler room
is for amateurs, my man.
Now, you draw a line
from tear duct to tear duct,
you aim 2.5 inches above that.
When you see that shot,
you take that shot.
Yes, sir.
[birds calling]
I'm sorry about your daddy passing.
Nah, don't be.
He's been dead to me for a long time.
Yeah.
You'll feel better
once you kill something.
You just ride that darkness, my man.
That's who you are.
[cell door closes]
[chains clink]
[indistinct voices in distance]
[breathing heavily]
[exhales slowly]
Michael Nasry.
How did you do it?
Where are the doctors?
Surgery was interrupted.
- [grunts]
- [chains rattle]
How did you do it?
My shoulder...
[inhales deeply]
[slowly] How did you do it?
[breathing heavily]
Do what?
[clears throat]
[labored breathing]
[keys jingle]
- [squelching]
- [groaning]
- [sobs]
- How did you do it?
[grunts] Do what?
- [panting]
- You know what.
[screaming]
The shooting of the SEAL in Virginia.
[groaning]
[woman over PA] Lab tech,
please dial 3-3-2.
Lab tech, please dial 3-3-2.
I spoke to one of the OR nurses.
He's still out, but his vitals are stable.
I spoke to FBI, too.
Theory is, Michael Nasry
may have set up a trigger.
If he was rolled or killed,
maybe it would've activated
a network to take out Rip.
What the hell is wrong
with this damn thing?
You should've killed Nasry, Alex.
You should've ended his ass.
- Hey, man, is there coffee around here?
- You gotta press the button.
Yeah, I... I did that.
I'm gonna see if there's any updates.
Rip? Everybody's ready to rock, man.
- [helicopter whirring outside]
- Bear asked me to be godfather.
Can you believe that?
What do you think about
Bear being a, a daddy?
I don't know, man.
He'll make himself good at it,
like he does everything else.
[sighs] It's got to change a man.
Having a child.
I kept thinking
I'd get around to it myself.
I'd tell you the same thing I told him...
don't.
You ever think what you'd be doin'...
if you weren't doing this?
Not really.
Well, then, you're a liar.
[chuckles]
You know what "dharma" means?
Tell me.
It means following your
true purpose in this universe.
Every word, every thought, every action,
supporting what you are
meant to do in this life.
There's nothing but this.
Not for me, man.
Hold on to that, Caulder.
Hold on to what?
Clarity.
I'll see you out there, okay?
[gun clicks]
[Ortiz] We're all gonna be fine, okay?
Bonita, just, just wait for me, please.
I'll, I'll call you later.
[cellphone beeps]
[woman speaks indistinctly over PA]
So he's got 15 goddamn machines
hooked up to him.
He's been pissing a lot,
which they say is good.
Other than that...
They got a lead on a guy in Bosnia.
Maybe have been Nasry's link
to Rip's shooter.
They're working on the target package now.
- So we going or not?
- Oh, we're going. Today.
So go home. See your family.
Be at Command in four hours.
You know, I was just talking to him
and let him drive away.
- I fucking let him drive away.
- Hey, look, we all did, all right?
He's gonna pull through.
Well, he has to.
I told you to wait for me.
Rip was at our house.
They must've followed him from there.
- They know where we live.
- No.
Nobody knows where we live.
You're overreacting.
- Overreacting?
- Yes.
Ricky, they shot him
because he was a SEAL.
No.
No. They did not shoot him
because he was a SEAL.
That's not true, okay?
We have to talk about stuff like this.
You can't just make
this decision on your own.
What's the matter with you?
[sighs] Where's your mother?
Mom sent Grandma back to Florida.
What? Why?
I can't be worried about my mom right now.
Come on. Help me with the bags.
Where'd you find this place, anyway?
[Jackie] No one is supposed to know
what you do.
[Ricky] No one knows what I do.
Hey, could you stop
just for a second, please?
We're gonna find whoever did this
and we're gonna make them pay.
We're gonna put them in the ground, okay?
But all this?
Uprooting everyone, that's not right.
That's what they want.
Who is "they," Ricky? Hmm?
I don't even know anymore.
What happened with Rip was personal, okay?
Rip shot this guy's brother.
So you go after him,
and they come over here
and they take you out?
- No.
- Is that how it works out?
No, for Christ sake, no.
[Ricky Jr.] I call the big bed.
[Anabel] No way I'm sharing
a room with the little creep.
- It's just for a couple of days, okay?
- You're the creep.
- It's a dump.
- Just unpack.
[door closes]
Dad?
Are you okay?
Yeah.
[chuckles] Still bulletproof, right?
[Jackie] You're leaving again, aren't you?
I can tell.
In a couple hours, I'm... [sighs]
Hey, listen, it's, uh...
it's all gonna be fine, okay, bonita?
Rip made that confession tape.
He... he could've told them
something about us.
- Rip would never do that.
- He wasn't who he was before.
He lost it. You said it yourself.
Baby, you were glad
when he left the team...
Don't say that! Never say that!
Baby, I-I'm s... I'm sorry.
I'm... I'm sorry.
We... we will be here for a few days,
and then when things cool down,
we can all go back home, okay?
I'm not going back to that house, Ricky.
Yeah, is there a bathroom here?
I'm not going back to that house,
and neither are the kids.
- [faucet squeaks]
- [water splashes]
- [faucet squeaks]
- [exhales slowly]
[crowd cheering]
- [Graves] Attaboy! Attaboy!
- [Fishbait] Yeah, buddy, go!
Come on! Run, run! [shouts indistinctly]
Little quesadilla can
knock the shit out of a ball.
- [chuckles]
- Run!
[Graves] Come on. Come on, RJ!
[people cheering]
- Whoo!
- Yeah! [shouts indistinctly]
Last game, he had three RBIs
and two at-bats.
Only ran the wrong way once.
I'm coaching this year.
Take a walk with me. Come on.
You know, a year from now,
I'll be in the, um, mountains,
building my forever home.
Leaving all this shit behind.
- Your forever home, huh?
- Mmm.
[chuckles]
Hey, you can do whatever you wanna do.
As far as I'm concerned,
this is your team as long as you want it.
But if you really are going,
what you gotta know is that...
I'll take care of the guys.
I know you will, and they'll need it,
especially Bear,
because I told Command
that he should have the team, not you.
[chuckles] Come on.
You can't do that. That... that's my spot.
I've already done it. It's done.
Look, I know that this isn't
what you wanna hear,
but trust me,
you're looking at it the wrong way.
Yeah, Rip?
How am I looking at it?
Why don't you tell me? Hmm?
'Cause this is my life.
No, it isn't. Amigo, that's your life.
Bear and I, we don't have what you have.
The team, that is his life,
which is why he's gonna be
team leader and not you.
You? You're gonna do what
we all wish we could do.
You're gonna do our job
and you're gonna come out here
a better man than when you went in.
- [Rip grunts]
- Fuck you, Rip.
[Rip] Mmm.
I should whip your sorry
puto ass right here, mother...
You really wanna do this? Right now?
In front of your kids?
[children chanting]
...who do we appreciate?
[children continue indistinctly]
[Jackie] Ricky!
[buzzing]
Ricky, did you hear me?
[buzzing continues]
Ricky?
[buzzing stops]
What are you doing?
Getting ready.
[Michael] You can't do this.
I have rights!
I'm an American! I'm an American!
[lock clicks]
I'm an... American.
[metal creaks]
[indistinct whispering]
- [accented man] American.
- Mmm.
[whispering resumes]
[Michael] Hello? Who's there?
- [metal creaking]
- Stay back.
I'm a warrior of Allah.
[shouts in Arabic]
[male newscaster]...United States,
this coming in front of the recent news
of a shooting in Virginia Beach
that has rocked the community
and also sent shock waves
throughout the country.
[female newscaster]
Video has surfaced of the shooting,
which appears to be filmed
by the assailant himself.
Federal officials have been
studying the video,
hoping to find clues or links
to the shooter's identity.
Meanwhile, raids continue
throughout the Virginia Beach area,
where local and federal authorities
are ramping up the manhunt
- to find Taggart's attacker...
- [pounding on door]
- [man] FBI! Open up!
- ...who is believed to be
- of Middle Eastern descent.
- [pounding continues]
The police chief and mayor
are urging the public to be on high alert
and report any suspicious activity...
[pounding continues]
Mr. Mohammed, FBI, open up!
[newscaster] The attacker is considered
to be armed and dangerous.
[door bangs open]
Later in the week,
we will sit down with a CIA analyst
- and former FBI employee...
- [inhales deeply]
- ...to discuss the possibility of...
- [indistinct shouting]
...Jihadist fighters operating covertly
on American soil.
Turning to labor news now. Unemployment...
[horn honking]
[indistinct chatter]
[siren wailing in distance]
You're late.
I'm risking my life being here with you.
My family's life.
You're forcing me.
Oh, Nikolai. I'm... [scoffs]
I'm half your size. I...
I don't think I can
force you to do anything.
Look, this is a relationship, okay?
You can walk away at any time.
Do you wanna walk away?
Dragan's uncle is the guy
with the white hat.
But he will die before he talks.
Who's the girl?
[music playing over PA]
Hi!
Well, how are you?
- What's her name?
- Annika.
Annika. What a beautiful name.
Hello, Annika.
You know, I'm shopping
for someone, myself.
[keypad clicking]
This is Riley.
He's a good kid.
You know, there's a reason why
there's not a man in this photo.
I know what you're going through.
And I can make sure that Dragan
never touches you again.
[speaks Serbo-Croatian]
[speaks Serbo-Croatian]
We'll go.
He won't stop at hurting you.
He will hurt your daughter.
Get away from me.
I need to know where Dragan is.
[speaks Serbo-Croatian]
Marja.
You forgot to pay for your clothes.
Call JSOC.
Have them bring in the SEALs.
[rock music playing]
- [woman moans]
- Who's your daddy?
[moans] Frank.
What?
No, no, no. I mean, like, who's your...
Oh, hell no.
You're not really passing out now.
Oh. [exhales]
[sighs]
[grunts]
[Chase] Who says this guy Trevor
can replace Buckley?
I have no idea,
but I hear he was on the UBL raid.
Oh, don't tell me. The trigger man.
Five dudes and they all pop
that asshat first?
- What apartment?
- One thirty-two.
You think they found that guy
connected to Rip's shooter?
Hope so.
Whatever it is,
we get to swing some pipes on these guys.
[cellphones chime]
- We gotta go.
- Man, there's no numbers anywhere.
You sick bastard!
- [grunts]
- [IV bag thuds]
Goddamn SEALs.
[Car door slams]
- [engine starts]
- It's just saline.
She was pounding the Barcadi, bro,
got dehydrated.
- It works.
- [Fishbait] I remember you.
- From BUD/s.
- Oh, yeah!
You're the terrorist SEAL.
You homies want a beer?
Uh, no, actually,
you need to check your phone.
You're rolling with White Squadron now.
Get your shit. We're leaving.
Sweet.
Like some Affirmative Action squadron.
[laughs]
[indistinct conversations]
Hey, man. I just wanna say about Rip,
I didn't know him much,
but whatever he said,
whatever he did, he's a team guy.
Team guys don't deserve
to get popped like that.
Shut up.
[Trevor] Right, huh? It's good to be here.
Nice haircut.
Old school.
Let's go get this asshole.
[Graves] Okay, bring it in.
We traced a call
giving the kill order on Rip.
This was the guy on the other end.
Our HVI... Dragan Baruti.
We're awaiting confirmation
of his exact location.
We have a CIA officer on the ground
with Dragan's girlfriend.
She's gonna tell us which house.
Should be a straightforward grab.
We land on the X,
we clear the 2-series buildings,
we grab our guy.
This isn't the desert anymore, boys.
This is Eastern Europe.
So don't expect any Stone Age terrorists
in man-jammies and Pumas.
[Graves]
Okay, this is the same organization
we tangled with in Africa.
It's just a different branch.
[clicking]
They're all connected to Michael Nasry,
who's connected to Rip's shooter,
who's connected to our HVI...
Dragan Baruti.
Who's the guy up top?
[Graves] That's why we need Dragan,
to find out.
He's gonna lead us
to the son of a bitch who shot Rip.
We do that,
we take down the whole organization.
Skipper?
All right, CIA has operational control,
so Title 50 is in play.
No Geneva Conventions on either side.
The gloves are off, boys.
Get Dragan alive.
- [cellphone vibrating]
- [man] Yeah.
[Graves] Let's go over the info.
Our guy usually rolls in a small detail.
We're getting his exact number
and posture.
Buddha, turn it off.
- Okay, we'll be in Chop One.
- It's about Rip.
It's about Rip.
[breathing heavily]
[Velcro tearing]
[grunts]
- [gear thuds]
- [Ortiz exhales sharply]
[screaming]
- Hey, hey, Buddha!
- [shouts indistinctly]
- Hey, calm down!
- Come on. Come on.
- [screaming]
- Buddha!
- Yo, easy, easy.
- Relax!
Look at me, look at me, look at me.
Ricky! Look at me. Look at me!
- [growling]
- Easy. Easy.
[Graves] What happened?
Tell me.
[jet engine roars in distance]
[breathing deeply]
He died alone, man.
Rip died alone.
Rip died alone.
- It'll be okay.
- [stifles sob]
- It's gonna be okay.
- [grunts, sniffles]
- Aah!
- Let him go.
[Atkins] Senior Chief.
I'm taking you guys off
the assault, Chief.
No, sir, what we need right now
is to get out there, do our jobs.
Goddamn it, Joe, look at you.
You're too close to this.
Now you get 1-Troop up to speed.
You are QRF support. That's final.
Sir.
I'm sorry about Rip.
[helicopter engine whirring]
I'll be in the JOC.
[Gina] Which one is Dragan's house?
It's dark when he brings me.
It all looks different.
- [Annika coos]
- [man over radio] Golf Charlie,
this is Voodoo 1-1,
approaching target area.
We need the house.
[Gina] Standby for coordinates.
She's taking too long.
Everybody, hang on.
Which house, Marja?
- Who you talking to?
- Which house?
[speaks Serbo-Croatian]
Hi, sweetie.
What are you doing?
Hi. Come here.
[coos]
You wanna get out? Oh!
You know the way babies smell.
Oh, so fresh. I love that smell.
Give her to me.
They think it's from
leftover amniotic fluid.
The smell sparks receptors
in a mother's brain.
It's supposed to inspire
maternal care and protection.
Hi. Hello. Hello.
[gasps] Oh.
This is normally where
I put a gun to your head.
But I don't have to, do I?
[man] Voodoo 1-1 is standing by
for coordinates.
We are bingo in 20 mikes.
We need that mark.
[man] Roger, Voodoo 1-1. Break.
Golf Charlie, how's the mark comin'?
- [Gina] Give me another second.
- Negative.
We got birds low on gas
and unactionable intel.
I'm calling it off.
Notify the assault team.
Target building identified.
Sending coordinates now.
- [beeping]
- Belay my last order.
Tell 'em to commence assault.
The things we do for love, huh?
[helicopter blades whirring]
[man] This Echo 1.
We are engaging multiple hostile elements.
No visual on the HVI.
We are breaking contact and moving
to the secondary LZ.
- Shit. He's running.
- [tires squeal]
I need another team or Dragan is gone.
Sir, give me the other birds.
We can chase him down.
Where's the cordon force? Can they pursue?
Unsure, sir. Looks like they have
an alternate route off-target.
Send in another team now!
- [engine revs]
- [gasps]
Cut us loose, sir.
Cut us loose.
[Caulder] 1-Troop,
just lift these boys up, all right?
They're primed for a fight.
You know we're gonna make 'em bleed,
but we get our guy.
- Copy.
- All right, you hear me?
- Fish?
- Roger that.
This is for Rip! Ortiz?
We get our guy.
[Scottish dirge playing]
One minute to targets.
[Gina] This is Golf Charlie.
The targets are a black and silver SUV.
[man] Roger that, Golf Charlie.
Bobcat 2-1 has eyes on him.
[horn blares]
[sheep bleat]
Thirty seconds!
[Caulder and Fishbait] Thirty seconds!
- Thirty seconds!
- Thirty seconds!
Vox 0-1, Bobcats 2-1 commencing...
[Graves] Stop 'em here.
[man] Bobcat 2-1, warning shots away.
[rapid gunfire]
[man indistinctly over radio]
[man] Roger, 2-1,
fighting left and flanking them.
I got a shot on the engine block.
[Gina] Negative, negative.
Do not escalate. Do not escalate!
- [man] Roger that.
- I need Dragan alive.
- [Annika crying]
- Do you copy? I need him alive.
Get her off my net.
[sheep bleat]
- [Annika continues crying]
- Can you shut that kid up?
- Take out the drivers.
- [man] Roger that.
[Graves] Put us down.
Targets are stationary at this time.
[man] 2-1 on final.
- [rapid gunfire]
- [man] Watch it.
2-1 is taking small arms fire
from road vehicle.
Hit the deck! Go!
Fish, take him out!
Bobcat 2-1, making an emergency landing.
Hold on!
- [coughing]
- [shouts indistinctly]
[alarm beeping]
- Call out!
- [indistinct shouting]
[Graves] Hold the line! Hold the line!
Fish, how many targets you got?
Two up front, maybe more in back
on lead vehicle.
But I can't see shit.
Watch for movement.
Steady, Buddha.
Easy, dude.
Turn right. Get right.
[glass shatters]
- [Graves] Gun.
- [rapid gunfire]
[Graves] Is that Dragan?
- [Chase] Negative.
- These guys either.
Pushing to lead vehicle.
[Fishbait] Looks like three to four
packed inside lead vehicle.
Stand by.
I've got movement!
[gunfire]
Gotta move.
[gunfire continues]
Delta 2, come back to our position.
- [Ortiz] Hang tight.
- [Graves] Come back to us!
[gunshot]
[gunfire continues]
[Ortiz] I don't have the shot!
[Graves] Clear out now!
I'm in!
[gunshots]
That's Dragan!
I've got eyes on target.
He's egressing north. Moving!
[man] Principle's moving to the tree line.
[breathing heavily]
[Graves] Negative.
Do not pursue the squirter. Stand fast.
- [Caulder] On the ground!
- [Ortiz] Caulder, Get down!
- Stand fast!
- On the ground!
Take us out.
[Fishbait] Turn around!
On the ground! Look at me, asshole!
[Ortiz] What do you see, Fish?
- What do you see, Fish?
- I don't see a weapon.
- Bomb!
- [gunshots]
[explosion]
- [high-pitched ringing]
- [panting]
[gasps, sniffs]
[muffled] Caulder!
[gasps, sniffs]
Hey.
Hey, Caulder.
You okay?
[high-pitched ringing continues]
- [groans]
- Stupid.
- You stupid, dumbass pendejo.
- [sniffs]
Pendejo. That means
"God among men" in Mexican, right?
- [Chase] Is he okay?
- Yeah, he's fine.
- With that head.
- [Gina] Hey!
Who's in command here?
- I know you.
- Is it you?
- Bear.
- Hey.
Where's Dragan?
Lady, I don't know what
you think you're doing,
but you need to hell off
my target right now, okay?
You all right?
- You good?
- [Ortiz] Fine.
Are you still here?
This is my op. You're my shooters.
Where's my guy?
Okay.
Your guy's, uh, up here, on the berm,
here's some pieces of him
all over the floor.
You just help yourself to him, okay?
You don't wanna pick out a piece,
put it on your mantel?
Hey, I got some sort of code book here.
[Graves] Trevor, let me see it.
Whoa! You must be from heaven.
You're my kind of angel.
We're done here, bro.
[lighter closes]
[sniffles, clears throat]
You can go now.
[dialing]
[chuckling]
I need a cleanup crew, forensics.
It's a blood bath.
I'll take care of the girl and the baby.
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
What kind of a monster are you?
I know how you must feel.
You used me. You used my daughter.
- A baby. Look at her.
- [motorcycles revving]
Hey, look at her!
- Hey, look at her!
- Down!
[rapid gunfire]
- [Annika wailing]
- [gunshots]
[continues wailing]
[train whistle blows]
- Who were they?
- Gina.
Those bastards killed my source.
- That's not on us.
- Like hell it isn't.
- Who were they?
- The guy you shot was Saudi.
- Muttaqi?
- No, better than that.
You're not gonna believe it.
That notebook the SEALs found? Gold mine.
Numbers, names, operational plans.
Dragan and Muttaqi worked for
our favorite ghost.
The Prince.
Mm-hmm. The one and only.
[scoffs] Got ten years of clues
from Berlin to Beijing,
and we never even got close
to his inner circle,
much less take a decent picture
of the bastard.
But this? This is our way in.
That guy's name was in Dragan's notebook.
Highest level Jihadist connected
to the Prince we've ever bagged.
- We have him in custody in Romania.
- I want him.
You get him to tell you
who and where the Prince is.
I told you who the Prince is.
Ah, Gina, everyone knows your theory.
It's not a theory.
Look, I don't care if the Prince
is Justin Bieber, okay?
The ciphers in that notebook
suggest that whoever he is,
he's planning something big.
Europe. It's his MO.
Ah, it could be.
Look, you break this guy,
we find the Prince, we stop this.
The DDO didn't want you in this.
I vouched for you.
Don't let the past,
your personal feelings about this,
screw this up.
You got that?
Fuck you, Kate.
And quit smoking.
[man] The prisoner in question
has been very uncooperative.
And as you can imagine,
the rest of the prisoners
are not fond of him either.
- He's not isolated?
- No. Uh, we... we have...
Open it! Now!
[men shouting in Arabic]
[Gina shouting in Arabic]
[panting]
Hello, Michael.
Who are you?
Do you know how the Prophet
received the Divine Call?
He was visited by the archangel Gabriel...
while he slept in the dark.
Let's get you out of here.