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Six (2017–2018): Season 2, Episode 8 - Scorpions in a Bottle - full transcript

Graves embraces his dark side; Michael must prove his loyalty; Gina faces judgement.


Previously on Six...

It's really nice to meet your family.

So when does your dad get back?

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.

Beautiful downtown Khishnet.

Six armed unknowns
approaching the village.

No sign of Andrew Hall.

The exchange isn't
supposed to happen for another half-hour.

Get Michael inside. Keep an eye on him.

It's an ambush!

- 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 to him.

- I'd never last a day.
- I'm giving you an opportunity.

How is this an opportunity?

You give me The Prince,
and I'll give you his kingdom.

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.

You did the right thing.

That was a hell of a ride.

Hell of a lot bumpier than it had to be.

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.

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 ten.

North swell's coming in.

What are you doing?

Drinking wine.

My wine. Put it away.

Done.

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.

- 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.

Got something I want you to see.

Turn it off. We know how it ends.

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.

HR 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.

Michael...

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?

SEALs raided my club in Sarajevo, Michael.

They killed Timur, killed his detail.

But you know this, don't you?

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?

It isn't about violence or politics.

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.

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.

The FSB would love that.

Dazur, Fyodor, take Michael.

Put him with Andrew Hall.

Who are you?

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.
- Thank you, sir.

I still think you made the wrong call.

You get your own team,
and you make your own calls.

Bear.

Hey.

You let Nasry go?

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.

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.

I saw Lena.

- Where?
- Out.

Was she alone?

You know what? I don't wanna know.

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?

- Bear...
- Can you clear medical and be good to go?

I'll be good to go.

All right.

Irish Supplemental Data.

John said to call.

What's his number?

020-980-3281.

- Gina?
- Yes.

Our mutual friend said you'd call.

I'm gonna call you back at this number.
It's a burner phone?

Yes.

- What can we do for ya?
- I need four 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.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Mmm.

How'd it go?

I found it in the glove compartment
of your car.

I took the magazine out.

Where'd you get it?

You know there could still be
a round in that chamber, right?

Is there a round in the chamber, Jackie?

- No.
- No?

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?

- God damn it, who gave it to you?
- Alex.

Caulder.

I'm sorry.

Say something.

- Cline.
- The two Bosnian phones were clean.

The other cell number and phone in Baku

made dozens of calls to Chechnya,
to a café 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.

Rest your hand palm up.
Make a fist. Open it.

Nice range of motion. Good dexterity.

How's it feel?

Strong.

Okay.

Now squeeze this as hard as you can.

Any pain?

Nope.

Release.

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.

- Yeah, we don't wanna...
- Okay.

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.

Wow. Who knocked
the Harvard out of you, man?

Good luck with that.

Please tell me you didn't drag me to DC
to hang out with douchebags like that.

Bobby...

are you okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

- Be right back.
- Yeah, man.

Unless you're gonna propose,
get out of my face, Bobby.

Hey, hey, hey!

Whoa, whoa! Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy.

Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy.

Come on, man.

You guys are all the same.

You think you're special
till the very last moment.

Let's go.

Hi, Chloe! Come on in.

Hey.

Hey.

Um, these are... Hope you like them.

Oh, they're beautiful! Thank you so much.

- Anabel, can you put 'em in water?
- Mm-hmm.

Hey. You must be Chloe.

Welcome.

Yes. Chloe.

- You must be Anabel's dad.
- That's me.

- He just got back.
- Well, that's...

Anabel says you're so cool.

No, she doesn't.

Sorry.
Could I use your bathroom?

Yeah. Yeah, sure. It's right there.

Chloe? Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Be out in a sec.

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 grab my jacket.
I'll drive you home.

I'll go, too.

No, no, you stay here.
Someone's gotta help me finish this.

I'll text you later?

Feel any better?

A bit.

So, Anabel tells us you're a photographer.

Well, 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.

I'm gonna have to stop for gas.

Be right back.

Do you want anything?

I'm good.

All right.

Hey, we're almost there.
Call you in a few?

Okay, bye.

All right, let's go.

Hey, what's your name?

Where are you from?

Where did they find you?

Hey! I need water, please.

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.

This is it.

Anybody home?

My grandma goes to bed early.

I have a key.

Thank you for the ride, Mr. Ortiz.

Sure, no problem.

You can call me Ricky, if you want.

Mm.

Time's up, Michael.

You have a phone call.

Oh.

- 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 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.

Gina Cline. Leave a message.

Hey, I, I need you to...
I need you to tell me if...

If Nasry's been in contact.

I, I need you to tell me
if he did what he said he'd do,

because you owe me that. Okay?

I remember you.

Yeah, I waited around all night for you,
and you never showed.

Well, I'm here now.

You'll feel better
once you kill something.

You just ride that darkness, my man.

It's who you are.

You should eat.

You must be the great Michael Nasry.

How is our guest?

He's uncomfortable, but alive.

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.
- Mm. 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.

Michael...

I will kill you, you traitor.

Michael!

Michael!

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- What the hell was that?
- Shut up.

Where's Hall?

We need to leave. Now.

Holy shit.