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We're under attack.
We have been drugged.

They told me, put their drug in the
water, and you would go to sleep.

They promised me
my island back.

Did you kill
those men out there?

Your friends were already
dead when I got here.

I don't have time
to do it the nice way.

We made a very
simple arrangement.

Everything's negotiable.

Who are you?

Tell me.

Tell me!

He's a government agent
sent to spy on me

and turn me against Sam.

I'm gonna fix everything.
You'll see, Christine.

What
are you doing, Sam?

Captain Butler has a firing
solution on the "Colorado."

I could kill you
right now.

Do you want a war?

When I was unconscious,
someone took my firing key.

We now have no
nuclear launch capabilities.

Lieutenant Shepard, how
much longer is he gonna take?

- We do what we're told.
- Cause that's worked out so well for us so far.

It's outrageous.

You almost done, XO?

I think some of these guys
are about 30 seconds

from coming over here
and getting an article 90.

Well, it's gonna take as
long as it takes, lieutenant.

That's my bag, sir.

I'm sorry.
No one's exempt.

We don't know who helped
those men with the BZ attack.

We know who attacked us.

Black ops with
help from Serrat.

Then who stole
the EpiPens on the sub?

There's somebody on the inside.
You know it, and I know it.

Why don't you just
let me help you?

Do I have to spell it out
for you, lieutenant?

So I'm a suspect?

You think that
I betrayed the crew?

I don't know.

You're dismissed. You're
pulling rank on me?

I don't pull rank,
lieutenant. I have rank.

No sign of the key.

But if we keep treating them
like this, we're gonna lose 'em.

The only people on board when the
key was stolen were crew members, XO.

One of them is the enemy.

And until we find out who,

the only people who can know
about the key are you and me.

But it's been
48 hours, sir.

If the goal was to
render us defenseless,

then how come
we're not already dead?

Our Judas hasn't reported their
success yet. But once they do...

At least
let me tell Grace.

Grace's father was hauled out
of here in military custody, Sam.

Is it impossible to imagine
her doing something rash?

I back Lieutenant Shepard
100%, sir.

100%.

Until this thing is over,
we will be ruled by fact

and not emotion.

And the fact is,
we have been betrayed.

We keep searching the crew.

We keep this up, we're
not gonna have a crew.

Quiet!

They tossed my bunk, too.

You don't see me bitchin' about
somebody spittin' in my grits.

XO wants these coffin
lockers open. Open 'em up.

Now file out.

Kowalski.

What do you got there?

It's a night guard, COB,
for my overbite.

Hey, Kurt Cobain.

Where'd you get this?

I...

You been using?
You've been using!

You want this junk?

You want this? Huh?

No!
Where'd you get it?

The only two people
who know you're still alive

are the two
you're looking at.

And that's lucky for you.

I know a couple of navy seals
that would love to come say hi.

Who's the traitor
on my boat?

Here I thought you were
gonna start with my name.

It's Booth.

Booth?

Okay, Booth.

We know you had assistance
during the attack.

We want to know
who you're working with.

Come on, captain.

You must have
heard the rumors.

The word among
sub captains for a while

has been that the CIA
has a sleeper agent

on every nuclear sub...

Just in case some crazy
captain gets the wrong idea.

And whoever it is
in your crew,

judging from the urgency
of the question,

I guess
they pulled it off.

Pulled off what, exactly?

Their mission.

The firing key
from around your neck.

Mmm. I see I'm right.

So that's who
you're with... CIA?

Hell of a feeling,
isn't it?

Enjoy your lunch,

because I will
keep you here

where you can
hear your breath

and your heartbeat
and nothing else

until you give me a name.

Compartmentalization, captain.

Why would I know?

You can torture me again,
but I don't know a name,

a face,

or even a voice.

Well,
maybe he's lying.

I doubt it.

But there is one other
person who may know.

You should
post more guards.

Why? I have
nothing to fear.

You aided foreigners in an attack
on this island using a military drug.

COB.

Tear it apart. Load
everything up in boxes.

Something I value greatly was
taken from me during the attack.

If you can tell me
where to find it

or who took it,
we're good.

If not, I do have 28 cruise
missiles on my boat. Cruise missile?

I've been threatened
with many things,

but never
a cruise missile.

Put 'em
on the truck.

We'll open 'em later.

Search him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Last time I was here,

he was
the one in control.

I like it this way better.

What are you
looking at?

The back of your neck.

I like your hair up.

I make better tips
with it down.

Guys in bars
like to think

the girls pouring their
drinks are free spirits.

That way, if they say
something interesting enough,

hop into bed with them.
Mmm.

Can you imagine
such stupidity?

Mmm. I can help you bury
your friends. I don't mind.

Gotta be just
me and Hopper.

Go bury your friends.

Come back. I'll...
I'll close down the bar.

We'll drink ourselves stupid
and fire guns in the air,

whatever you like.

You're good for me.

That's a problem?

Just not used to it.

Who are you?
What are you doing here?

Tell me.

Tell me!

What is all this?

We had to store
Serrat's stuff somewhere.

Everything
has to be searched,

including your office.

You're looking
through my things?

You want to tell me what
you were doing at Serrat's?

I went to listen to music.
Is that allowed?

Did you search
my computer as well?

Okay, if you want to search
me, go ahead. I can't stop you.

But you know
I was not involved.

I don't know what you are.

Not for sure.

Well, maybe that makes
two of us.

I know you're selling
to my guys.

No more.

Listen, old man,

you need something,
you just ask.

Don't deal to navy.

The nuclear attack
on Pakistan...

Was the terrorist threat the
government used to justify it...

Was it real

or was it
just an excuse?

A false flag to validate
the first shot of a man

who wants to be an
emperor, not a president.

And your boat and the citizens
of that nation paid the price.

Yeah, enjoy it, man.
You're the good guys.

But here's the twist...

So are we.

You killed two navy seals.
You're the good guys?

We tried to avoid that.

My team was just supposed to grab Hopper

while the sleeper
took your captain's key.

Why steal
the firing key?

Why not reach out?
Why not form an alliance?

You may think he's some
kind of chess master,

but nobody knows if Chaplin is just
bluffing or if he's actually insane.

Either way,
it's too dangerous

to let him stay parked
out here with 17 nukes.

Have you seen his
NSMRL psych profile?

Do you know
he has rage issues

and borderline narcissistic
personality traits?

You know who else he
shares those traits with?

Who's that?
Gadhafi, Stalin,

Jim Jones. Churchill, Macarthur, Patton.

Look, Booth, can you help
get us home or not?

We don't want you
to come home, Sam.

The "Colorado" needs to be
the symbol of resistance.

We need you to stay here,

keep doing
what you're doing.

But not with
Chaplin in charge.

We want you.

You we can work with.

You got a funny way of
working with people, Booth.

The president's
not gonna last,

not with you here.

Everything's
turning against him.

I'm talking six months,
maybe a year...

No, no, no. I'm not waiting
that long. Then you can...

What if Christine
was here?

What if we
brought her to you?

I can make that
happen, Sam.

You know, you're not
my boss anymore.

I work
for your brother now.

You still know
what this is?

We developed it for
NSA domestic surveillance.

Plug it into the
USB port of the car.

Give it 20 seconds
for the program to migrate.

After that, every time
the driver makes a call

through the hands-free,
you get the call on this.

Now as for getting
into the car, use that.

Infrared scrambler...

Unlocks 99% of automobiles
manufactured after 2008.

I thought you would be the
one getting into the car.

I'm just bringing you
your own tech,

not committing a felony.

For that, I'd need
a lot more money,

and I'd have to clear
it with your brother. Go.

Pleasure.

Personnel files?

There were 35
crew members on board

when the launch key
was stolen.

You think you can figure out
who took it by reading these?

I think the sum
of a person's life

can be deduced
from its parts.

The traitor must be
communicating with Langley.

How?

Honestly, sir,
I don't know.

Finding the key is not a
priority, XO. It's the priority.

And remember,
your key is a target, too.

I'm instituting a curfew
on the crew.

I understand
what it means

to be without our
launch key, sir, I do,

and I am searching
without rest.

But we need to start thinking
about the morale of the crew here.

There's a time and place for taking the
morale of the crew into consideration.

But right now,
right here,

there is a traitor
on my boat

who has put us
in a position

of mortal weakness.

We are searching for
a key on an island.

"Needle in a haystack"
doesn't even come close.

But I will continue searching
until you tell me to stop.

But with respect, sir, you need
to start looking at the crew,

not just their files.

You know...

We're not the only ones
putting people in the ground.

What are you
talking about?

That black-ops team
that came after us.

Navy buried them
this morning.

Yeah.

Four graves.

How many were on that team?

Where's the fifth black op?

There were four.

No, you buried four,
but there were five.

One's still alive.

If that were true,
I'd know.

Captain or the XO
would have told me.

You sure about that?

Let's go, King.

Sir, did any
of the black ops

survive the BZ attack?
No.

Why do you ask?

Just thought
it was relevant

since you're searching
for BZ, sir.

You advanced rapidly.

How was it, specifically,

you ended up on my boat?

I always assumed it was
because you asked for me.

Maybe my father
pulled some strings.

I really don't know, sir.

I like to think
I'm best qualified,

that I proved myself.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Sorry, lieutenant.

I...
What's in the backpack?

Nothing, ma'am.

You know the captain's
implemented a curfew?

Yes, ma'am,
but we'll be back by then.

It was just gonna be me
and a couple of girls,

blow off a little steam
before lights out.

I'm sorry, ma'am.
I should know better.

Go. You didn't see me.

Uh... Lieutenant?

What is it, Cortez?

You doing anything
right now?

Hey.

Oh!

I warned you.

You tell your...

Friends...

Your boss...

And your kids...

Don't deal to the navy.

Next time,
these go in your head.

You can stop pretending to
check your twitter, Ms. Sinclair.

The admiral isn't coming.
Who are you?

Forrest.

I'm a friend of his.

And a friend of yours now.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Admiral Shepard
is in jail,

and not the kind where
they have visiting hours.

Do you know Amanda Straugh?

White house senior advisor,
loved scotch,

died last week in a plane
crash over the Pacific.

Not exactly.

Straugh was shot and killed during
negotiations on Sainte Marina.

The president
has a problem.

He says this woman's body is
at the bottom of the ocean.

If this photo were to
show up on the news,

millions would know
he's lying about it.

They might start wondering
what else he's lying about.

Wait, wait, wait.
I thought we were

talking about the best
lies we ever pulled off.

Unh-unh. I don't have any of those.

You are looking
at a straight-A,

never cheated,
never got in trouble.

Sad, but true.

Okay, all that was a lie.

What about you,
Lieutenant Shepard?

Yeah, they don't make 'em
more straight-A than you.

Well, I'm relaxing.
Yeah?

Then start looking
relaxed, lieutenant.

Oh! Ooh!

Ouch!

They're just
mineral samples.

You and Serrat
have the same vials.

You were at his place
sharing I don't know what.

I don't have to answer you.

Yes, you do.
Or what,

you'll hurt me
like you hurt that man?

That wasn't me.
Oh, come on.

Hey, what are you doing?

Look at this.
No, turn it off.

No. No, no, no. What
are you doing here?

Does it look like I'm enjoying
this? Okay, turn it off.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no.

Does it look like I want this? Sam.

Everything's gonna be different
now, I promise. Stop it.

What's this? I always find
my way back, don't I?

Well, before I went
into the academy,

I, I took the SAT's
for someone else.

You know, the girl...

The girl was really smart, but
she just couldn't take tests.

You know, she had
this anxiety disorder,

and her family
had no money,

so if, uh, she didn't get a
scholarship, she couldn't go to college.

So I copied her ID
and took the test.

I think the statute of
limitations has passed.

To the statute
of limitations.

Can I ask you
something, Cortez?

Yes, ma'am.

What happened with Serrat?

You were locked in that room
with Red and Josh for days.

What happened?

I know what everyone
thinks I did.

But I didn't.

I promised him I'd be his eyes
and ears if he'd let us live.

Tell him what was
going on with the sub.

A few hours later,
he killed Red.

Deal was off.

Would you have?

Been a traitor?

I had a dog...

When I was a little kid,

and one day,
it turned on me, bit me.

My dad... Shot it.

Said once a dog turns on
you, you never trust it again.

Only thing to do
is put it down.

Same with a traitor.

Christine, what would you
like the American people

to know
about your husband?

The administration keeps
calling my husband a terrorist.

But then why were they
trying to negotiate with him?

And why are they keeping those
negotiations such a secret

that they had to lie about
Amanda Straugh's death?

You're making some
very serious allegations.

Does this look like
a plane crash?

Amanda Straugh was shot by one
of the government's own people,

and the White House
is trying to cover it up,

just like they are trying
to cover up the truth

about my husband
and the USS "Colorado."

Who did this to you?
Who do you think?

All right. Listen up.

Fall in.

Everybody, fall in.

Tighten it up. Let's go.

Lock it down.

Stop your bellyaching
and fall in here.

So the junior LT sees this little
boy sitting on the sidewalk...

Playing with
a pile of manure.

The LT asks the little boy,

"What are you doing
playing with that manure?"

Little boy says,
"I'm building an NCO."

LT runs back
to company H.Q.,

gets his section chief,
who asks the little boy,

"Son... Why are you playing
with a pile of manure?"

Little boy says,
"I'm building an NCO."

Chief goes and
gets the COB,

who goes back
to the little boy.

"Hey, kid, what are you... What, what...

"What are you doing
playing with that manure?"

Little boy says...

"I'm building an NCO."

"Why are you building
an NCO?"

Little boy pauses
and says, "Because, sir,

"I don't have enough crap
to build an officer."

What do you get
when you breed

a west point cadet
and a groundhog?

Six more weeks
of bad football.

How come
the army football team

doesn't have ice
on the sidelines?

The guy with the recipe
graduated.

That's right.

Heck, yeah!

That's right.
Now listen up.

Listen up! Listen up!
Listen up!

I know we've put you through
a hell of a lot lately.

And all I can tell you...
It's for a good reason.

But...

I hereby order you...

To enjoy the 1991
army-navy football game.

Spoiler alert...
The crunchies don't win.

There you go. There you go.
There you go.

But look. Look,
look, look, look, look.

You are the best crew an XO
could have the honor of leading.

Thank you,
and I appreciate it.

Navy! Navy!

Sir.

Brought you a beer,

if you want it.

Thank you.

You should go back and
watch the game with the crew.

I just...

I just wanted to state,
for the record,

that I'm with you, captain,

all the way...

Whenever you need me.

Cortez, thank you.

But you should not
seek me out alone.

There's an order
and a morality

that we both
have to follow.

Well, it seems like
everything's changed, captain.

Not everything.

Understood?

What do you
got there, Sam?

Oh, boy.

Are you kidding me?
Sure.

I mean, the guy you got in
there killed two of my pals.

So why not let him
enjoy a cold one?

I need to know
what he knows.

Yeah, that makes
three of us.

Stand down.

Let us do what we do.

When we're done, we got a nice resting
place for him out in the jungle.

Listen to me.
I've been working him.

I'm building trust
and I'm close.

So right now
you gotta back off

and let me finish
what I started.

What do you think he knows?

I think he knows
how to get us all home.

Come on, King.

This guy's an amateur.
Let's go. No, Hop.

We fall back.

XO's got this one.

For now.

How are you sleeping?

Not good?

Wonder how
your wife's sleeping?

So what, JSOC gave you
the download on Christine,

and now you think you know me? No.

They gave me
the download on you...

North Korea, the gun
to your head, the click.

I know you can't stop
blaming yourself

for those
seven men who died

so you could make it
back home.

Now Marcus has
landed you in prison again.

Yeah, it's beautiful, but...

Let's be real about
what it is.

How much are you willing
to give that man?

Your sleeper will be
communicating with Langley

by a secure
radio channel,

which means there's a comm
site somewhere on this island.

Find that site,
you'll have him.

Now...

You ready to start
helping yourself?

If we were to do this,

how would we do it?

Simple snatch and grab.

Marcus will be kept out
of sight, but treated well

while you run things here,

forcing a change of guard
at the White House.

Then the new administration
arranges for amnesty...

For all of you.

That fifth black op
is alive.

Your captain and your XO
are keeping him locked away.

Bet you always
raised your hand

first in class,
didn't you?

No, stop!

Don't come near me.

Everybody
keep away from her!

Snyder, you need
to stay calm.

It's on a timer.

How much time is left? I
don't know. Take it off.

Just take it off of me.
I can't.

It's wired to the buckle.

You gotta stop shaking.
I'm trying.

Try harder.

Hey, calm down.
It's okay.

We got you.

How much time
is left on it?

Plenty.

Just take it
off of me.

Okay, okay.

What happened?
Hey, nothing.

It's okay. It's okay.

Grace.

Grace, I need eyes.

Here.

Okay.

Now I gotta get that red wire
without touching the yellow.

Can you keep
the lead away?

The yellow lead.

Time's up.

Are you
out of your mind?

I have White House
lawyers calling me

about this interview
you taped today.

You did the exact opposite
of what I told you.

The reporter said that
maybe it would help.

The reporter's gonna say
whatever gets her the story!

And where the hell did you get
this picture of Amanda Straugh?

Somebody put it
in my mailbox.

Somebody put it
in your mailbox?

What is wrong with you?
Stop yelling at me!

You don't get
to yell at me.

I am doing the best
that I can here.

Do you understand how
much pressure I am under?

I am all alone here, and my
husband is out there somewhere,

about to get killed
at any second.

You're right.
It's my fault.

I should've kept
an eye on you.

I'm sorry.
It's just, um...

It's all just starting
to get to me...

The empty house,
the sleeping alone,

except I can't
even sleep

because the damn faucet
won't stop dripping.

Hey, hey, calm down.

It's all gonna be fine.

Why don't I take a look
at the faucet?

I'm gonna need, uh,
long-nose pliers for this.

I got a tool kit
in the trunk.

What? Wait.

I'll be right back.

Look...

I'm sorry that
I disappointed you today.

You are
the only one that's left

that's fighting for me.

I don't know
what I'd do without you.

No, no.

I, I'm sorry.

Was it just me? I don't
know. But it can't be me.

Look, I'm having very
confusing feelings right now

and...

Can you just be patient
with that? Of course.

You were good.

So were you.

What?

Been wondering
what that looks like.

Onetime thing.

Sure.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Where is he?

Where am I?

I don't think you know
what you are looking for.

Bring him.

I presume you are
looking for the man

who strapped a bomb
to one of your people?

I just heard.

You see?

I caught him for you.

I came for you.

Uh, me. Yeah, yeah,
you could take me,

but the people
won't allow it

because I'm their friend,
and they love me.

And they know
I have done nothing.

This is the man responsible
for your bomb.

It's sad.

He thought
it would impress me.

Tell him.

It was my idea.

I did it. Just me.

You should be grateful
I brought this man to justice.

I will deal with him appropriately. No.

I will.

This man has admitted

to the attempted
mass murder of my crew.

Try me again,

and I will be
your judge, jury,

and executioner.

Christine.

Someone's calling him.

Hello.

This is Curry.
What do you have?

What the hell's going on?

Somebody put the photo

in her mailbox,
which means

you've got a leak
in the White House,

so you can stop blaming me
for not keeping her in line.

And look, I don't want
to do this anymore.

Do you want
to see Daniel again?

Of course I do.

He's my son.

All I'm saying is, you've got
her in an impossible situation.

What do you
expect her to do?

Let me throw her a line.

Just
stick to the plan

and don't get
too attached, Paul.

The parameters
can always change.

I'll check in later.

Sam.

Everything that happened
was crazy, right?

They drugged us.
The BZ affected us all.

I'm sorry.

Only an American would
apologize for a kiss.

I'm not working
with Serrat.

I am paying a debt
my ex-boyfriend had.

Serrat paid him
to test the soil here

for rare earth minerals.

That's what
the samples were for.

This island...

It is worth
a lot of money.

Okay.

I wanted you to know so you
would not think I lied to you.

But I need you to promise
me you will keep it secret,

and not only from Serrat.

From everybody.

I can't promise you
anything right now.

Okay.

That can
be your choice, but...

Now you know that
I will not lie to you.

That's my choice.

All right, easy now.

Easy now.

God...

Hey.

Your men are prisoners
on this island.

Why are you so angry
about them

paying me for
a few hours of escape?

Why do you feel as
though you can control

what other people do?

Why are you so afraid?

I've lived
all over the world.

I've seen many men
like you.

You have a thirst,
I think.

What is your
particular poison?

Heroin?

Cocaine?

No. No.

For you,
something more exotic.

Apnoea?

Oxy?

Fentanyl?

Ah.

The eyes don't lie.

Your pupils just went
like this, my friend.

I kicked that...

I kicked that
a long time ago.

End of story.

Oh, yeah. You know,
for someone like you,

the story never
really ends, does it?

This is a powerful
painkiller, yes?

I know pain.

You recall my mother?

I haven't had the pleasure.

Ah, but you have.

She's with one arm.
Yes.

Yes, yes, surely,
surely you noticed her.

Yes, I think.

You see,
when I was a boy,

some men
came to my village.

They wanted to take me
into the bush with them.

My mother tried
to stop them.

Get 'em away from me!

She was only 12
when I was born,

so she was my mother,

but she was also
like my sister.

The men,
they said to me,

they said, "you go take
this machete now, eh Bo.

"You're going to chop off
your mother's arm

"or we will kill her."

Can you imagine?

That was my first day
as a soldier.

God!

Now I'm going to take
the pain away.

Yes.

Yes.

This is for when
the pain comes back.

You know it's you,
you know it's you

So we're executioners now?

There's no other option.

Have your conversations
with Booth borne fruit?

Well, he claims that

whoever the
sleeper agent is

has a comm site
on the island

to communicate
with their handlers.

He also claims that
we're the resistance

to what's going on
back home.

Maybe he's right.

Okay. We stop
looking for the key.

No more rousting the crew.

We look for the comm site.

We find the traitor,
we find the key.