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- I'd really prefer
if we could remain

friendly competitors.

- Maybe I'll
see you around, Vincent.

- She's so my type.

- Everyone has
their limits, Brian.

Even you.

- Zamani, the terrorist
they captured in Syria.

- That's him.
And he was just

broken out of custody.

- They took Mills!

- I warned you,
Christina.

- You never gave up.

So how could I
give up on you?

- It took some leg work
to find you.

I hacked into admissions,
changed your identity.

I came here because I didn't
know where else to go.

Mills has been abducted.
Santana's--

Someone's trying
to get us.

They already tried
to kill you,

and it's only a matter of time

before they come
for the rest of us.

It's not exactly
what I signed up for,

know what I mean?

Yeah, I know.
Now's the time

where you'd normally
lecture me about loyalty,

or threaten to
lock me up

if I didn't cooperate.

I'm really sorry it had
to end this way, boss.

Please don't hate me
when you wake up.

I got--

Good-bye, Christina.

Rest easy?

- The Senate
Armed Services Committee

meets today
to receive testimony

on the privatization
of the war on terror.

The purpose
of this hearing

is to discuss
what's gone wrong,

and to seek solutions
that will enable us

to bring
our troops home.

Director Owens.
- Thank you, Senator Buchanan.

We've asked the head
of private military firm

Blackfalls to speak
with us today.

We're honored to hear
from Mr. David Ramsey,

who has served our country
honorably in uniform.

Mr. Ramsey?
- Thank you, Director Owens.

I appreciate the opportunity to
testify here today, because...

our nation is tired.

Tired of endless war,
of endless sacrifice.

This fatigue has only made
our nation less safe.

Just a few days ago,
the CIA allowed

one of the top threats
to our security to escape.

- Correct.

Now, I don't
blame the CIA.

They are simply trying to do
too much with too little.

By any metric of history,
time, or money,

the war on terror
is a disaster.

Afghanistan
is a quagmire,

16 years of futility.

So, gentlemen,
I am here to propose

a radical, more
cost-effective solution...

PMCs.

If a private military company,
like Blackfalls,

were handling renditions
and security abroad,

the escape of Zamani
never would have happened.

Why?

Because we can deploy
better-trained soldiers,

saving the government
both money and lives.

We can send operators
into Afghanistan

and finally bring
our troops home.

- Mr. Ramsey,
I completely disagree.

I don't think we should
be fighting

our wars with mercenaries.

But my men
are not mercenaries.

They are
former service members,

who continue to serve
this administration,

this nation, honorably.

Gentlemen...
the definition of insanity

is doing the same thing
over and over again

and expecting
a different result.

- What would
you do differently?

- It's time to take
the gloves off.

I believe we need
a viceroy in Afghanistan,

someone who can
oversee operations

and protect American lives.

It's a position
that I believe

I am uniquely qualified
to fill.

All I'm asking is that
you allow me and my men

to continue to serve
this great nation

and the people
who love her.

- You'll find out
soon enough.

Good news.

Looks like your old boss
took a dirt nap.

But you'll be seeing her
soon enough.

- Good-bye.

And good luck!

- This whole Zamani debacle's
a major embarrassment.

We need to beef up
security abroad.

But the President
has gone on record

saying he won't commit
more troops to the Middle East.

- You've had the most
experience with PMCs, Jim.

What's your take on this?
- Well, some of them

have done some good work
for us in the past.

Look, I'm not opposed
to using PMCs for--

renditions
and private security abroad.

But I'm just not
comfortable with the idea

of replacing our soldiers
with mercenaries.

- Neither am I.
Let me be clear, gentlemen.

As long as I
am on this committee,

it's simply not
going to happen.

- Which brings me back
to my earlier question.

What do we
tell the President?

- Up the reward
on Zamani.

If Ramsey's mercs
can clean this mess up,

then maybe we can discuss
a larger role later.

- Which will be
asking for trouble.

PMCs are unregulated.

They don't follow
the same rules of engagement.

Are we prepared for
another bloodbath

like the one we had in Iraq?

- It's a valid concern.

- I've dealt with David Ramsey.

He's a ruthless, amoral SOB

looking to profit
from our wars.

Quite frankly, I wouldn't
be surprised if he was using

this Zamani catastrophe simply
to further his own agenda.

- That's quite
an accusation, Senator.

- I have a plane to catch.

I'm off to Turkey,
to reassure our NATO friends

that we're not the kind
of country that does

exactly what you guys
are talking about.

Excuse me.

- Well, then let's talk when
you're on the ground.

Safe trip, Senator.
- Absolutely.

Anybody here?

- My God!

- Thank God it's you.

- Trying not to get killed!
- I mean in here!

- I came back
to get a few things.

I figured I'd wipe the drives
while I was at it and then--

- What do you mean,
wipe the drives

- Sorry, I forgot you've been
on a plane the whole time.

- Yeah, I called you
a million times--Hart, too.

I couldn't get a hold
of anyone, so I executed

our no-comms plan
to regroup in the SCIF.

- Mills is gone.
And Hart's in a coma.

And I don't intend
to be next.

- What do you mean,
Hart's in a coma?

- I mean she got T-boned,

and the cops have no idea
who did it.

I changed her name in
the system to protect her.

We need to vacate now.

- So you're just
gonna leave?

Hey!
What's that for?

- For being a coward.

And a traitor.

I'm not a--all right,
maybe a coward.

But I'm not a traitor.
- You know what, you seem

to forget that
we just saved your ass

when those two dudes
showed up from your past.

And now I need your help,
and you're just gonna walk?

- I'm not gonna walk.
I'm gonna run, okay?

Because these guys
are trained killers.

- There's nothing we can do!

The ODNI froze our accounts
after the Zamani incident.

All right?
We have no resources,

we have no man power,

and there's nobody here to
formulate a plan, is there?

- So we improvise!

I plan on seeing
my next birthday.

- So you're gonna abandon us,
after everything

we've been through.

I really thought
you'd changed, Kilroy.

- God!
What is that?

What's that feeling
in my chest now?

- Guilt.

Trust me, I went
to Catholic high school.

With the plaid skirts
and all that?

- Are you in
or are you out?

- I'm sorry, grasshopper.

This leopard
doesn't change its spots.

- Wow.

- It's Banks.
- Another one of our guys.

Zamani?

- Over there.

It's Zamani.

Not that easy
to recognize, though.

- We really only need
his DNA.

- Put the rest of him on ice.
Save it for the show.

If Mills is still alive,
he can't be far.

Track him down.

- Dead men can't talk.

- No, I'm fine.

How did you come here?

This is a very,
remote part of Turkey.

Who are you fighting
with now, Mr. Bryan?

Are you here with the U.S.
military to train the BSF?

- Syrian Border
Security Forces. No.

- I'm not fighting anyone.

I was captured by a man
who wants me dead.

- But you escaped.

- And now I'm
gonna kill that man.

- I'm afraid we have no,
currency or weapons

to offer you
other than my old rifle.

If there is anything else
we can do...

- You have been
more than hospitable.

But there's one thing.

I'm gonna stick out
like a sore thumb.

You think you might be able
to help me, you know, blend in?

- How can you be in a coma
and still look so good?

Kilroy bailed.

Mills is...

missing.

So it's just us.

Sister soldiers.

I used to think
I was tough.

Training,

harassment,
the crazy-ass deployments...

None of it
really bothered me.

But then I met
Christina Hart.

And you were--

You were just
next level.

A CIA badass,

forged from the Cold War,
playing by her own rules.

You didn't let Donovan
pull one over on you.

I'm gonna find Mills.

And I'm not gonna let Ramsey
get away with this.

I am gonna find him.

And I am gonna
make him pay.

- What's with
all the "I"s?

Don't you mean "we"?

My mom always said,
real men carry handkerchiefs.

- Gross.

- Turns out I couldn't
live with myself

if you died in
some stupid suicide mission,

which is weird,
'cause I never

really had a problem
with suicide, per se.

Gross.

It's me.

I sent you a token
of Bit-therium.

It's a cryptocurrency I got
in on the ground floor of

early last year.

- Yeah. But much better.

It's up like 17,000%
this year already.

- And you're giving
this to me, why?

- If you wanna run an op,

you're gonna need
some cash, right?

- So you changed
your spots after all.

- Yeah.
That was a really lame analogy.

Not particularly
proud of that one.

Point is, we're
gonna need some help.

- Okay, you have
someone in mind?

- As a matter
of fact, I do.

She's wicked smart,
knows how to handle a gun

and has reason
to want Ramsey dead.

- She sounds perfect...

Unless you're talking
about that hacker.

- Did I mention
she's really hot?

- You're talking
about the hacker.

- Holy crap, this thing's
worth almost a million bucks!

Must have gone up today.

Should be enough to hire
an army to track down Mills.

- Russian Palace.
One star, smells like sewage.

This place has got
to be a front for something.

- No, not yet,
but I know she's here.

- You sure
we can trust her?

- No. But what choice
do we have?

We need intel on Rams--
I gotta go.

May I take your order?

I'm not eating here.

Ella.
It's Vincent.

Remember?

Are
you trying to get me killed?

- No. Sorry,
are you undercover?

- No I'm
just waitressing

at a crummy Russian
restaurant for tips.

How did you find me?
- Trade secret.

Pretty impressive, right?

- You need to go.

Owner's a mobster.
He owes me money.

I did a job for him,
and he stiffed me.

He finds out who I am,
I'm dead.

- Let me guess:
You're posing as a waitress

to get access
to his online accounts?

- Yeah, I just
pulled out some money

from his
offshore account.

Sent an undercover FBI agent
kiddie porn on his hard drive.

For what it's worth, you're
sexy as hell as a blonde.

- I thought I'd

give you a chance
to settle an old score.

- David Ramsey.

- I'm listening.

- Well, Ramsey took down
two of our team.

And I want
to take him down.

I could hack him myself,
but that would take time

we haven't got.
I know you.

What do you know?

- Blackfalls keeps everything
in-house, firewalled off.

Even the phone lines
are encrypted.

The only way to get access
is to get inside.

Come on.
Every Butch needs a Sundance.

- No.
Looks like the Feds.

- Damn. That was fast.

We'd better go.

- Hey!
- Excuse me!

- American. Figures.
Watch where you are going!

- Hey, I'm sorry.

What do we have?

Douchebag...

I'll take this.
- Okay.

- Yes, of course.

- Built her myself.
You can't get those parts

off the shelf, I mean,
you know--

Thank you, Uncle Sam.

It's one of
the finest rigs out there.

- No computational
memory component?

- Think we both know
that that's still

in the experimental phase.
- So you say.

- No. Absolutely not.
No, this is

a proprietary system.
I can't just have

anybody getting access.

- You're worried about
your browser history.

Relax, I already know about
your affinity for anime.

- Hello.

You must be Ella.

Kilroy's told me
a lot about you.

- Lucky for me,
he doesn't know much.

- Ella's agreed to help us
gain access to the,

Blackfalls training facility,
here in D.C.

-It's the only way.

May I?

- Just--
Be gentle.

Use hand sanitizer.

- The facility has
a faraday cage

with normal phone lines
going in and out.

Encrypted at a junction box
within the perimeter.

Here.

- Assuming we can
get inside,

It's gonna take someone
with technical savvy

to gain access
to their data.

- Ramsey's guys
know what I look like.

They already tried
to kill me once.

- I'll do it.

- Okay, just
so we're clear:

if you're caught,
they will kill you.

It's what we do, right?

It's all in a day's work.
- You can't just

storm in there with guns.
Those guys are armed

to the teeth.
- Yeah, no, I'm hip.

I figured--
I'll just walk right in.

right through
the front door.

- I can't do this.

- You're fine,
just breathe.

- I don't know
what I was thinking.

I'm not cut out
for this kind of thing.

Gun stuff, wet work.
- You're good.

Okay?
The plan is simple, right?

I take out the junction box,
everything goes down.

Thirty seconds later, their
emergency generator kicks in.

They got power,
but no internet.

You walk up,
knock on the door,

say you're there
to fix the problem.

- Yeah, right.
Okay.

Real smooth-like.
- That's right.

- Look at that handsome guy.
- Just like that.

- Okay.

- No, I'm good.
- Go get 'em.

- Good, good.

- Hey.

It's me.
- Mills.

Thank God.
Are you okay?

- I'm fine.
I'm in Turkey.

How's Hart?

- She's not good.

There was
a hit and run.

She's in a coma.

- It was Ramsey.

He killed the CIA agents
guarding Zamani, took him.

Took me.
- I know, he's out to get us.

We're done
playing defense.

We're trying to
figure it out right now.

Can I call you back
in two minutes?

- I'll be right here.

- All right,
I'm in the server room.

I disabled the firewall.
I'm about to shoot you

a fire hose of data,
right now.

- Got it.

Sifting through.
- Look for any kind

of personal schedule,
a private calendar.

- Might want
to search for,

Tuesday: Drown
a bag of kittens.

- That's definitely Ramsey's
Saturday night fun.

- By the way, Kilroy,
Mills just called.

He's okay,
- Okay, good news, good news.

Did you, um, tell him
about Ramsey?

- Yeah.
He's waiting on us now.

- Great, so no pressure
or anything. Okay.

- Okay, guys,
I found an email handle

that references Ramsey's
Ranger platoon.

- That's it.
What do you got?

- A reference to Ankara.
Ramsey has an office in Ankara.

And a bunch
of confidential emails,

about some type
of Congressional delegation,

a Senator McDermott
is arriving in Turkey today.

- Crap.
That's the real van.

Kilroy, abort.
- Abort. Abort mission!

- Hey, we got something.

There's a CODEL
in Turkey.

Senator McDermott from
the Armed Services Committee

arrives today.

- You think Ramsey's planning
on attacking the CODEL?

- I'm not sure.
The information's

still coming through.

- Go, Ella.

- Found something else.
A video. Made two weeks ago.

- Send it to the number
I'm texting you right now.

- Will do.
- I, Tamir Zamani,

take full responsibility
for the bombing in Ankara.

- There was a bombing
in Ankara?

- Not yet.
- Spilling the blood

of a U.S. Senator
and his soldier crusaders.

This attack is the first
of many to come.

- He's gonna take out the
Senator and pin it on Zamani.

- Zamani's dead.
I killed him.

- Doesn't matter.

The world doesn't know that yet

and Ramsey
prerecorded this.

It's a master frame-job.

- Mills, you're the only one
who can stop him,

so how can we help?

- I got a list of equipment.

Think you can get it
delivered to me?

- Done.
Text me your location.

- I need it now.
It might already be too late.

- I mean, these guys weren't
messing around, you know?

I mean, they were
stone-cold killers.

But I walk up,
real smooth-like, real calm.

I'm like,
"How you doin'?

Here to fix your internet."

- That's very brave.

- Very brave.
- I know.

You think she's impressed?
A little bit?

By the ops...
Skills?

- Yeah.
Totally.

Um, but I think that
we should focus right now.

Mills sent us
a shopping list, all right?

So let's go spend some of
that cryptocurrency, all right?

- Yeah, maybe--maybe I should
just ask her out to dinner.

You know?
Just something "cas."

- So have you heard
of an app--

it's encrypted,
called Televeil.

- Yeah, of course I have.
- Great.

- It's a one-stop-shop for
the discriminating covert op.

Surface-to-air missiles,

anti-tank weapons,
suicide belts.

Yikes, where do they
get all this stuff?

- Us. A billion bucks worth
of U.S. weapons,

all over the black market,
and for the right price,

you can get them delivered
right to your door.

I thought
UberEats was spooky.

- All right, we gotta hurry.
Bryan needs this now.

[speaking native language

You don't look Jihadi.
You Chechen?

- Absolutely.

Come.

- I need something that can
take out an IED.

- Convoy-jammer system.
U.S. military grade.

Mark 18 rifle,
with suppressor.

- Made in the U.S.A.

- Iraqi forces left some things
behind when they fled Mosul.

- Terrible weapon.

I have a Colt.
Much better sidearm.

- That thing.
Does it even work?

- Everything I sell you

comes with
a money-back guarantee.

Don't forget this:
Latest UAV drone from China.

- A drone.
- Fits in your pocket.

Some malware,
but it's good.

I even throw in
a medical kit for you,

even though I hear
you Chechens are tough.

- I'm not Chechen.

Or a terrorist.

What I am is late.

You know these roads?
I need a driver.

- Sorry, my friend,
I'm a businessman.

Not a soldier.
- I'll get my people

to throw in
another 20K.

- 20K.
Okay, my friend.

- McDermott.

- Just spoke to
NSA Director Owens.

POTUS is asking us
not to discuss

privatization with any
of our allies or troops.

- Well, if it's
such a Goddamn secret,

why did the
Armed Services Committee

solicit David Ramsey's
opinion in the first place?

- We're all just looking
for a solution

that makes sense here, Bill.

- First POTUS agrees to let
Blackfalls handle renditions.

Now he's bucking to replace
troops in Afghanistan

with mercenaries.

Tell me that's
not crazy talk.

- Senator McDermott
is in an armored Suburban.

Diplomatic plates.

- Should be
the center vehicle.

You know,
three-vehicle convoy.

- Roger that.

- Got visuals on
the Senator's vehicle.

How'd you do that?

- Had an ex
who worked for NASA.

Picked up a few tricks.

- Mills, the convoy is headed
down Ataturk Boulevard.

- Ataturk Boulevard, go.

- It's your dime.

- I used to work
at the...NSA.

It's a true story.

- Well, I picked up
a few tricks of my own.

- That there is the senator's

personal private
cellular phone number.

- Dude, what are you
waiting for?

Call him and warn him!
- No, obviously I--

- What's even
more disturbing?

My spies tell me
David Ramsey's

been bending POTUS' ear

to set up a secret
spy network outside the CIA,

to report directly
to the President.

- I'll record your message
at the tone.

- It's on you, Mills.

- I got a visual
on the convoy.

- I need to jam
the detonating device.

I'm gonna lose you now.

- Looks like I'm gonna
need my money back.

Drive.
Put your foot down.

Hey!

Pull over!

Am I the only one in Congress
who hasn't gone insane?

- IED!
Stop the car!

IED!
There's an IED!

Stop the car!

Stop!

- Oof!

- Get over here!
Now!

I'll make it $50,000 if you
get this man to a hospital.

- Don't worry about me.

Go!

- The terrorist attack
in Ankara on

the congressional delegation
led by Senator John McDermott,

was apparently set off
by a subterranean

improvised explosive device.
The Senator was pulled

from the flaming vehicle and
rushed to a local hospital.

- That's Mills.

But Ramsey's coming
like a freight train.

- Terrorist and fugitive
Tamir Zamani

has claimed credit
for the attack

in a video posted online,

vowing another attack

on U.S. targets abroad
every week.

- I, Tamir Zamani, take full-

- Ramsey releases
the Zamani video,

right on cue.

- I know where Mills
is headed next.

I got us a C-17
from the Air Force,

headed to Turkey.

- Yes, us.
Mills is gonna need help,

whether he wants it
or not, so...

It's up to you.

- I guess I gotta go
save the world, and stuff.

- Somebody has to.

I gotta jet, too.
Got another contract.

Government. Ironic?
- Yeah, it is.

Hey, listen, um--I really
appreciate everything

you--you've
done for us.

- No worries.

It's weird. I went through
your browser history,

virtual private network.
Couldn't find any porn.

- NSFW.
You seem surprised.

- You're a dude.
Either you cover your tracks

better than anyone I've
previously encountered or...

- Perhaps I prefer
the real thing.

Real humans.
Female humans.

- Good to know.

- Hey, listen--
I was thinking that

I don't know, maybe
when I get back--

I guess I should
qualify that.

So, if I get back,
maybe I could give you

a, I don't know, phone
call, something like that.

- You're asking me
out on a date?

- Well, I know that
strictly speaking,

this is a
workplace environment,

but I'm really just asking
for your phone number,

and you've seen
my entire browser history.

So I feel like we're
on a level playing field.

- I'll be at my favorite
watering hole.

A week from Saturday.
8 o'clock.

- Okay, great.
Where is it?

- I'm a very private person,
but...

You found me once before.

If you're really interested,
you'll find me again.

- Sucks I'll be dead.

- Spilling the blood
of a U.S. Senator

and his soldier crusaders.

This attack is the first
of many to come.

- Some of my best work.

But the Senator survived.

- Maybe.

- Could be coming for you.
- Let him.

With McDermott
out of commission,

we've got a clear path.

- What I warned Congress about
just came to fruition.

On their watch,
with their troops

providing security detail.

- The war on terror
is about to become private.

It's never been declared,

and there's never
been a draft.

- Because no one
wants to die.

- But everyone
wants security.

They just want someone else
to fight for them.

Only we're gonna
do it right.

And they're going
to pay for it.

- POTUS is furious about
this terrorist attack.

He wants Zamani's head
on a stick.

- The DOJ is upping
the reward for him,

dead or alive.
- The CODEL's routes

are known ahead of time.
Why wasn't this road cleared?

- It was, the night before.

- This is the exact
breach of security

that David Ramsey
warned us about.

This act of terror was entirely
foreseeable, preventable.

- I agree, this should
never have happened.

As a result,
I am tendering

my resignation

from
the Armed Services Committee.

- This will be my last
term in Congress.

Tell the President
I will not stand in the way

of further privatization
of the security forces abroad.

- State Department just upped
the award for Zamani

up to 30 million.

- Time to collect!

Take the body off ice.
Stage the take-down.

If the CIA
was embarrassed before,

they're about
to be humiliated.

- NSA Director says
POTUS wants to meet

to discuss further
utilizing PMCs abroad.

- I guess Blackfalls
isn't the one

with the PR
problem anymore.

- Quite a rebrand, sir.

- This is
just the beginning.

- Fire in the hole!

Go, go,
go, go, go!

- Body's burned.
Get his DNA for identification.

- It's the second time
in recorded history

that Turkey's
been this cold.

I'm so glad I could
be here for it.

- As-salamu alaykum!

My favorite customers!
I give you best service?

- Of course! Come.

Et voilà.

Just don't ask me
to drive you anywhere.

I don't want to get
blown up or shot at.

- Perhaps you're
in the wrong trade.

It's an interesting
country you have here.

It's kind of like
a Postmates for weapons.

I just tracked
Mills' new phone.

He's right near the Blackfalls
Facility her in Ankara.

- I need,
medical bags.

- Sure, he didn't take any.
- Yeah, go figure.

I need two.

No, definitely three.

- You can handle this.

- That's my jam.
Let's dance.

- Don't do that, please.
- I always wanted to say that.

- Thank you.
- She's all yours.

- All right.
- Courage, mes amis.

- You too, I guess.

- Hey, cowboy.

We know where you are
and what you're about to do.

- I'm about to go
give Ramsey his reward.

- You don't know how many
guys he has in there, okay?

Why don't you wait
for some backup?

- This is between
me and him now.

- Mills, listen to me.

Hart would say
"be smart," right?

This sounds
like a suicide--

Mills.

- Screw it.
Punch it.

- What the--

You won't be needing this.

- The death of Tamir Zamani
was verified today,

taken down in an explosive
attack on his bunker hideout.

Private military
security forces

produced DNA evidence
confirming Zamani's identity.

- Love it when
a good plan comes together.

You're welcome to hitch a ride
on the jet back to D.C.

Collect your fair share
of the reward.

- Appreciate that, sir.

- Buchanan told me
you were the best.

He's old-school,
he knows.

We all know.

It's time to take
the gloves off

and stop playing candyass
in the Middle East.

Assassinations,
waterboard.

Whatever it takes.

The way we
used to do it.

- Sir.

- We're not in
the UAV business.

Call security.

- Whoa, whoa!

- Drop it.

I'm not here
for you.

So you should leave...

Now.

Understand?

- The hell's
going on down there?

- Hey.

- We have a problem.
- Take care of it!

- Bryan Mills.

I should have
killed you myself.

I guess now
I'll get the chance.

- Ramsey killed three
of his own men

to cover up a massacre.

Now is that the kind of man
you want to die for?

No.

So you get yourself downstairs
and help your buddies

who weren't
as lucky as you.

Go!

- Everything went off
without a hitch...

Except this Mills.

- Very much.
And he's coming.

- Heard he's relentless.

- You could say that.

- Stand down.

- Stand down.

Not our war.

There's a far
more lucrative one

on our horizon.

- Drop it!

- I don't care who you are

or who you think you work for.

That's why you're gonna
let me through that door.

- Boy.

- You chose this.
It didn't have to end this way.

- It always had
to end this way.

- I knew this
was a bad idea.

Dude going
the other way?

Right idea.

- You're doing great, man.
Come on.

- God.

Hey.
You okay?

What do I do?
- Cradle his head.

- God! Okay.

Man, you're
gonna bleed out.

- No.
I knew you'd find me.

- Take it easy.

- Couldn't help yourself.
- Yeah.

Neither could you.

We've gotta get you
out of here, all right?

- You were right.
Hart would've wanted me

to be smart
about this.

Bring Ramsey to justice.

Gonna need your help
getting him up.

- Back to the
private sector, sir?

- Raytheon, Titan,
Northrup Grummon,

they're all in play.

But there's a standing offer
from KPR, CEO.

- KPR's big.
Afghanistan, Sudan.

- Bigger than Blackfalls.

And with a lower profile.

Big-time contracts.

- Blackfalls is done, sir.

- Ramsey was
a useful idiot.

- There was no loyalty
amongst his men.

They knew what he was.

- How many do you think
we can get to come over?

- They're mercs, sir.
They need a job.

- Good to hear.

War is money.

And we're gonna
make a lot of it.

- I read the report
of the 19 people

murdered by your men
over money in Iraq,

including a 12-year-old boy.

I know their names

and the village
they come from.

You even murdered your own men
to avoid justice.

Not anymore.

I found the village...

And I found the father
of that boy.

And now...

he's found you.

- Justice is
about order.

It's not about
satiating anger.

It's about
finding a balance.

The punishment
must be proportionate.