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Agent Ritter.

What's the CIA got for us today?

Lieutenant Commander.

Sun's going down.
We should get to it.

The hostage is a CIA operative.

We believe he is being held

by Syrian government forces
in a nearby building.

Call sign is "Randy."
We approach from the south.

We should expect eyes on us
here and here.

How many Syrian troops
are we talking about?

I don't have that information.

Well, that was a good talk.

- You a comedian? Is that it?
- No, no, no.

He's just a bit of a smart-ass.

No, that's not right.
I'm the smart-ass.

Yeah, he's, uh...
he's more of a badass.

Yeah.

Let's move.

Three, two, one.

Clear!

Hostage identity confirmed.

It's him.

Let's move.

- What the hell is this, Ritter?
- I got you, man.

These are ex-Russian military.

You said Syrian army,
not Russians.

I don't see any Russians.

Okay, what are we waiting for?
Let's go.

Let's move.

RPG!

- Get back!
- Take cover!

Greer!

We got a man down.
We need an extraction.

Priority is
securing the hostage.

We rendezvous at the exfil.
Let's move!

Hang on!

Team member Russell is dead!

Move him to the exfil!

PMCs, Russian transpo.

Ritter lied.

This isn't a safe house.

It's a Russian arms depot.

Yeah, no shit.

Fire in the hole.

On me.

Got your back.

Ritter, explain the Russians!

They weren't just contractors.
They were Russian military.

But you knew that, didn't you?

Confirm target.

Eagle Six.
Yes, target is confirmed.

Need an air strike at grid

November Papa six seven
five two niner zero.

I should've been fully briefed.

The Russians killed
one of my men.

Well, that's the job,
sweetheart.

Yeah, bullshit.-

Stand down.
Do it, Senior Chief.

- Now.
- What are you doing?

Attaboy!

You want to hear
something romantic?

Yeah? What's that?

This isn't your baby.

Oh, you cold-blooded.

Listen, you gonna park your butt
right over here on this couch.

Cold.

-You crazy.

-Uh, no, it's all good.

I'll go get something for you.

Okay.

Want some water?

Uh, I want some wine.

Okay, I'll take an iced tea.

Okay, that's better.

With some sugar.

I got you.

Yeah, they need that,
but we also got to figure out

why they acting out so much.

We got to, like,
help these teachers out

- in the public schools.
- Mm-hmm.

- Hey.
- Oh, babe, I was just about

- to bring it to you.
- No, no, that's okay.

Sister Easton was
talking my ear off,

so it's safer in here.

-Yeah, that's facts.

She got you, didn't she?

Pam's been telling us
you got yourself

a fancy new job, right?

Well, no, he's been
offered the job.

- He hasn't taken it yet.
- Oh.

It's, uh...
it's private security.

Good hours, good pay.

Well, it's a big step,
retiring from the military.

- When are you due again?
- Oh.

- Next month, the 17th.
- Oh, next month, the 17th.

Oh, man, I remember
when we had our first.

Oh, my God, you think combat
keeps you up at night,

you just wait till
that little joker gets hungry.

He gonna dropkick you.

It's a girl.

A girl.
Oh, now you're in trouble.

- One of these?
- Finished?

Babe, could you help me
take out the garbage, please?

- Yes.
- Yeah, sure.

Daddy, you said
you'd play Twister!

All right, all right,
just give me a second.

You remember this night?

Yeah, I remember
that dress and them shoes.

I remember your hair.

I am on my way.
I just got stuck in a...

Jesus, man, come on!

Where are you coming from?

Um...

I was at Happy's
with some of the boys.

Another boys' night
with your Navy SEALs?

Babe, please, don't start.

What the...?

Baby? Hello?

Hello?

What happened?

How's my girl?

Pregnant.

You should try it.

-Oh, actually, I was
talking about my other girl.

- Oh. Excuse me.
- Mm-hmm.

So, what, you doing good, baby?

Daddy can't wait
for you to get here.

We got your room all picked out.

Yeah, wait. What was that?

Oh. She says she's gonna be
a daddy's girl.

- Oh, God, I doubt it.
- Yeah. Mm-hmm.

It's two against one.

You know what? I surrender.

I know when I'm outnumbered.

Now, you know...

...how much it turns me on
when you wear my socks, right?

And you got 'em on.

John, no, I really need
to go to sleep tonight.

No, I know, you...
you can go to sleep.

- No.
- I just... It's gonna be quick.

- It'll be quick. I promise.
- No.

Mm, stop.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

Goodbye.

And don't stay downstairs
all night listening to music.

I promise.

I'm ready.

Pam.

Pam.

Baby?

Pam.

No.

No. No.

What we know is
three perps are dead

and Senior Chief Kelly
is in critical condition,

isn't likely to pull through.

Also killed was his wife.

Uh, Kelly is the third member
of the Special Operations unit

to be attacked
in the last 24 hours.

FBI has provided the remaining
team members and their families

access to security
and protective custody.

We have to be alert
to the fact that

these SEALs get themselves
into all worlds of trouble.

Drugs, arms, information.

And keeping that in mind,
we are taking

every possible scenario
into consideration.

- Yes. -That's all that matters.
- Ritter!

What the hell was that

"every possible scenario"
bullshit in there?

My men were not dirty,
and you know it.

What is the whole story?

And don't bullshit me, Ritter.

Today is not the day for it.

We're looking into it.

How come both times
my world has gone to shit,

you're standing
in the middle of it?

Just good luck, I guess.

I need a doctor!

Code blue!

- Check his pulse.
- BP's dropping.

- Start chest compressions.
- I got you.

The baby.

Know who's behind it?

I don't know.

Pros.

They were pros.

The guy they found
in my bedroom...

I didn't kill him.

He was already dead
when I got there.

One got away.

All I need...

...is a name.

Give me a name.

Even if I knew...

...you know I can't do that.

Which part of "please knock"
wasn't clear?

Excuse me, Mr. Secretary.

My apologies, sir.

No need.

I would've been disappointed
with anything less.

Special assignment to the DoD.

It's impressive.

You even got a window.

Please.

I did some work with your uncle.

Jim Greer is
one hell of an operative.

If you say so, sir.

He speaks very highly of you
and your judgment.

Which is why I would like
to talk to you about John Kelly.

Lieutenant Commander,
in your opinion,

how far can Kelly be trusted?

You know the drill.

Chest press to 15.
Let's go.

Lieutenant Commander, come in.

Mr. Secretary, all due respect,
the director made it clear

I was to brief you and you only.

Take a seat.

I asked the CIA to brief me

on the situation
relating to your men.

I thought you'd like
to be present.

Thank you, sir.

Yuri Zelin.

Son of Nikolay Zelin,
head of the FSB.

This is Yuri in Aleppo
an hour before our assault.

Lieutenant Commander's team
killed him on the second floor.

Now, what he was doing there,
we don't know,

but Webb, Rowdy and Kelly
all seem to have been payback.

All the men Kelly killed
in his house had FSB links.

So you are actually telling me

the massacres of our men
and their families

were foreign attacks
on U.S. soil.

Russians.

By proxy.

None of them were connected to
Russia in an official capacity.

Did you know Russia
was dealing weapons

out of Aleppo when we went in?

Oh, we had a feeling.

We're a man short.

Kelly said one of
the Russians got away.

There's three men here.
Where's the fourth?

Uh, it doesn't matter.

The CIA's position on this
moving forward

is that the matter is closed.

What?

The director considers
the score even.

She feels, uh,

it's unnecessary
to poke the bear any further.

If Sarah believes
there's not enough intel

for me to generate a response,
my hands are tied.

For now.

Get your mug.

We celebrating something?

Drink.

That's an order.

I finally understand
how you felt

on that helicopter in Syria.

About Ritter.

CIA doesn't support
any further investigation

into the attacks
or Pam's murder.

Came straight from
the director's office.

They're calling it
national security.

They know it was
Russian nationals, and...

Jesus.

...it's just a file on a
classified server somewhere now.

Shit.

Probably gonna go
to jail for this.

But hey.

These are your toe tags.

I got 'em from Secretary Clay.

- Where's the fourth?
- Your survivor's a ghost.

But these three were cleared
by the chief of intel.

Andre Vaseliev, ex-FSB.

He's the one
who issued their passports.

Vaseliev.

He'll know
who the fourth man is.

- Anybody talk to him yet?
- Nope.

He's full-on untouchable.

Watch out there. Whoa.-

What are you doing, man?
Come on.

Hey. You watch out.

- Hey, you.
- That your brother?

- What? What?
- Blow me.

Hey. Hey.

- You got to get out of here.
- Look, I-I got... I got...

- I got a jacket, too. Look.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- I-I just...
- Keep it moving. Keep it moving.

-I just want to show you
my jacket. -No, no, no, no.

- You guys...
- You got to keep it moving.

Can we trade?
Can we trade jackets?

No. Back up. Back up.

I get it. I get it.
I just need to go...

- No. Get back. Take a step...
- Get by.

- I got to get through.
- No, you don't. No, you don't.

- You need to go this way.
- I got to go that way.

-No, you don't.
You need to step... -I-I...

- Okay, okay. All right, okay.
- I told you, get back!

Okay, okay.

I just need to go...

911. What's the nature
of your emergency?

Hey, I'm dropping off somebody
at Dulles Airport,

and I see a car swerving
in and out of the lanes.

I pulled up next to him,
and, um,

I hate to be this guy,

but I'm pretty sure
he flashed a gun at me.

Dark SUV.

License plate
R-T-five-six-two-nine.

Hurry up.
I'm-I'm really scared.

Why does it take so much time
to get rid of the police?

Don't worry, Mr. Vaseliev.
I'll get you to the gate.

Yeah, you remember me? Huh?

Who killed my wife? Huh?

Who was the fourth guy
at my house?

-Give me a name.

You give me a name.

Okay.

I'll give you a name.

John Kelly.

You are the problem, John.

You're supposed to be dead,

so wherever you go,
death will follow.

Yeah.

Yeah, I punctured your lung.

My wife Pam,
she drowned in her own blood.

Now, you give me a name.

Give me a name,
and I'll make it quick.

Viktor Rykov.

-He's exiting the vehicle!

Get down!
Hands where we can see 'em!

- Let us see your hands!
- Get down!

- I'm military!
- Turn around.

- Hands up!
- Don't shoot! I'm military!

Get your hands behind your head!

Literally hours
before the Dulles attack,

an anonymous source releases
classified documents

that tie the Russian government
to the attacks

on our Navy SEALs
here in the U.S.,

and you're telling me
that's coincidental?

I'm saying I'd be wary
about accusing

the Russian state
of assassinating

U.S. service members
on American soil.

We didn't leak
the Russian thing.

I mean, why would we?

We were the ones
trying to cover it up.

And as a courtesy,
Director Dillard thought

you might want to know
how Kelly got to Vaseliev.

Lieutenant Commander Greer?

Yeah, we can't prove it.

Although, as I recall,
you were quite insistent

that she be briefed
on the matter.

She did seem resourceful.

There is the obvious concern
that this new development

sends the wrong message
to Moscow.

The wrong message?

They hit us at home.

Now they're paying attention.

And Kelly has
a big target on his back.

Even in prison,
he won't be safe.

Some situations warrant
thinking outside the box.

Has it occurred to you
that John Kelly

perhaps has done
something we can't?

He shook a tree
that needed shaking.

So...

...let's see who else falls out.

You're pretty messy right now.

In more ways than one.

No, I'm not.

I spent half my life
playing that game.

I'm the one that went to hell
and did their dirty work.

We served a country
that didn't love us back.

Because we believed
in what it could be.

We fought for what
America could be.

But they crossed a line.

They brought their war
into my house.

They took my wife.

And they took my baby girl

before she got a chance
to take a breath.

That contract is broken.

They're gonna play
by my rules now.

I'll show them
what a pawn can do to a king.

The files you got
on those Russians,

Secretary Clay gave it
to you, right?

I need you to get
a message to him.

That's impossible, John.

But I found out something.

What do you have?

No.

If he wants to know what I know,

then you got to get me
out of here, and fast.

Why do you think I ended up
in a prison full of Russian mob?

Think about it.-

They can get to me in here.

On your feet.

Turn around and face the wall.

Now, why would I do that?

I'm taking you on a little trip.

Nah, I'm good right here.

Stand up and face the wall.

If you can't tell me
where I'm going,

I'm not moving.

- Go, go, go, go!
- Move, move!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Close the door,

or I'm-a start snapping necks!

Make a hole.

Ma'am, approaching John now.

Senior Chief Kelly.

I'm United States Marshal
Kevin Townsend.

I'm gonna slide a phone
through your hatch.

Somebody would like
to talk to you.

Drop it in.

This is John.

John, it's me.

We're getting you out of there.

Follow the U.S. Marshal.

You can trust him.

Unless you're not done.

I'm done.

You know you messed up
when they send a motorcade.

Buddy, they're gonna write songs

about all the shit
you messed up.

This way.

Mr. Secretary.

Senior Chief John Kelly.

John.

Have you met Sarah Dillard?
She runs the CIA.

And Robert Ritter,
also from the C...

I know him.

So, what have you learned?

Make our trip down here
worthwhile.

Viktor Rykov.

How do you know that name?

He was the fourth gunman
at my house.

He killed my wife.

Viktor Rykov is dead.

Who the hell is Viktor Rykov?

He's classified.

Tell the man.

Viktor Anatoly Rykov.

Born in Tyumen.
Parents died early.

Moved to the U.S.
as a young child for a time.

Suspected Russian
special forces.

Counterespionage, FSB, weapons.

His ideology was post-Soviet.

He believed the West
could be brought down

by a series of strategic attacks
on American soil.

He was a planner and a doer.

He had an established set
of embedded agents.

That is, until we, uh...

sanctioned him.

Or thought we sanctioned him.

Tran.

Can you reassure us

that Mr. Kelly
wouldn't know Mr. Rykov

if he was standing
in front of him?

Put him in a lineup, please.

Top right.

Yeah, that's him.

If it is him, what do we do?

If Rykov is alive, we need
to find him and bring him in.

We know his M.O.

We have to assume that
this operation is not a one-off.

Think about it.

And, uh,

if I had to guess, he's probably
staged out of Russia.

I need to be on that team.

Thank you, John, sincerely,

but we'll take it from here.

Lieutenant Commander,
you'll head the mission.

You'll be making an extraction.

- I suggest you prepare a list.
- No, no.

I think I've shown
that I'm willing to go

further than anyone
to get the job done.

Consider what I did in Dulles
as an audition.

Sir, if this guy's
as bad as he says he is,

then you need somebody like me.

And there's nobody like me.

I don't think
that would be optimal, sir.

It is my opinion
that Senior Chief Kelly is not

in the right state of mind
to be in the field right now.

With all due respect,

I think he's perfectly suited.

He goes, too.

But after the mission,
you will return

to the penitentiary as a felon.

Never jumped from
a passenger jet before.

It's modified.

You'll jump out
of the cargo door.

But backstopping
an unplanned flight

over Germany to Russia
takes time.

The route from Leipzig
to Anchorage is already cleared.

Goes right over the DZ.

- I'll see you guys later.
- Copy that.

So, this Rykov's hiding
in Murmansk?

No bullshit, I thought
this was an exercise.

We're flying civilian?

Given the heightened tension
with Russia,

it's the cleanest plan.

And we cannot leave a trace
of U.S. presence behind.

Understood?

What's our exfil?

You should read
the mission brief.

Hey, Ritter,
you're not joining us?

I'll see you over there.

Stop.

Don't do that, John.

I'm serious.

Mm. Okay.

Okay.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Why are you such an asshole?

"I don't think Senior Chief
Kelly's fit for the field."

What was that?

You don't trust me no more?

Like I said,
you're pretty messy right now.

Before I put a bullet
in Vaseliev's head,

you know what he told me?

That death follows me around.

- He was right.
- John, he was...

No, no, no, no,
just hear me out.

If I hadn't been
on that mission in Aleppo,

if I would've pulled out
one tour earlier, my wife...

...my kid, they'd still be here.

My family.

Don't get much more death
around you than that.

- John.
- No, no.

You're not responsible
for any of that.

But I am.

It's my family.

I'm gonna make it right.

After that,
my life doesn't matter.

This isn't a revenge mission.

This is an extraction.

We are going to
bring him to justice.

Tell me that's gonna
be enough for you.

I'm done making promises
that I can't keep.

This is the captain.

30 minutes to HALO jump.

Prepare for drop.

Let's go, boys.

What'd you dream about?

You.

Check your equipment!

Two minutes to drop, fellas.

Stand by. Stand by.

This is Russian Air Force,

armed, S-U-five-seven.

You have been intercepted.

- Acknowledge.
- Abort, abort!

Abort! Abort the jump!

This is Transatlantic 104.

We are en route
from Leipzig/Halle

to Anchorage with clearance.

Divert immediately

to Murmansk Airdrome, ULM.

Stay low, stay low,
st-stay low, stay low, stay low!

He got a good look inside.

If you do not, your intentions

will be considered hostile
to Russian Federation.

You will be shot down.

This is Transatlantic 104.

You are garbled and unreadable.

Can you repeat?

Missile launch. Missile launch.

Right, two o'clock.

Evasive maneuvers!
Evasive maneuvers!

Brace, brace, brace!

Brace!

Can you put her down?

We're going for a swim.

Get back and take a seat
and brace for hard impact.

Sit down! Sit down!

Strap in! Brace for impact!

Is everybody good?!

- We're good.
- We're good!

- Go! Move! I got it!
- We got to move now!

- Everybody, get out!
- Let's go!

- Evacuate now!
- No, I got to get...

I got to get the gear.
We got to get the rest.

Go! Leave it! Leave it!

- Let's go, boys!
- Come on!

There's no mission
without the gear!

- Come on, let's go!
- There's no mission...

Get out. Get out.

I got to get the gear.

We got to move!-

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where you going?
Where you going?

I got to get the gear.

-You can't go back there.

I got to get the Zodiac.

Kelly!

John! John!

Get him up to the surface!

-All right, we got you.

We got you, we got you,
we got you.

- Grab the gear.
- Come on.

- Come on.
- Grab the gear.

We got the Zodiac.
Hold on to it.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, you did it.

You did it, homey.
You did it. Come on.

Hey, they're pulling us out,
right?

Not until the mission's over.

Well, I figured, since we just
exploded in the sky...

Bet everyone thinks we're dead.

Well, that's the one thing
we got going for us.

Ricardo.

That's my real name.

If we're gonna die together,

may as well drop
the code names, right?

Franklin.

Seymour.

Hey, don't say shit, all right?

Karen.

John.

Isn't this nice?

Mm. Still not adding up.

What if us getting shot down
wasn't an accident?

It's really hard to forget about

that last mission
we went on with Ritter.

You were in the briefing.
You heard what they said.

Ritter was the one
who said Rykov was dead.

He was also the one
who stopped the investigation

into my wife's murder.
Isn't that right?

So now he's the only asshole,

the only one
that wasn't on the plane.

Give me a reason.

What reason would he possibly
have to sack the mission?

Don't know.

But either way,
I'm going to get some answers.

You tracking me?

According to
senior Kremlin officials,

the Airbus was not a
Transatlantic Airlines flight...

But a spy aircraft
operated by the American CIA.

One official stated
that the fake manifest...

Hey, turn around.
Slowly! Slowly!

Hands up. Hands up.

I'll stitch you up.

- Search it.
- Sit down.

- Sit down. Sit down. Down.
- Search it.

What's happening here, Greer?

Quiet!

- What's the money for, Ritter?
- Listen, why don't we just

put the guns down
and we can talk about

what the hell is going on here!

Why don't you tell us
what our real mission is?

You know what
my mission is, man.

Now, why weren't you
on the plane?

How did they know
where to find us?

- Russian airspace...
- Bullshit!

Same thing happened in Aleppo.-

What's the real mission?

-Talk.

I'm trying to get Rykov!

Ask him. Ask him.

Speak.

He offer us money

to help capture target
in apartment building,

get him to U.S. base in Finland.

We thought you were dead!
We had to finish.

The threat of more attacks
is real. - Stay down!

We need to get Rykov.

We said no,
we cannot help, okay?

We're advance only.
We have families.

He's telling the truth!

You want Rykov?
I can get you to him.

That's what you want, isn't it?-

Easy! Easy!

Get right here.
You think it's a game?!

I didn't sell you out.

You're out of your goddamn mind!

Home sweet home.

Target is in the kitchen.

He's sitting at a table
drinking.

- Is he alone?
- Two bodyguards.

I'm just looking.

Hold on, hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on, hold on.

John, what do you see?

Damn it, John!

Damn it, John, open the door.

Open the door.

John.

- Get the fucking door open.
- Get the crowbar.

John Kelly.

Good to see you again.

My wife's name was Pam.

And you're gonna say it
before you die.

I didn't kill your wife.

A decision did.

Pawns, John, both of us.

We're just pawns
serving the same king.

Do you know
I'm in the CIA, John?

Did they tell you that?

We wanted you here.

You or anyone like you.

What did they tell you,
that you were here

to prevent an upcoming attack?

There are no other ops, John.

You and me being here...

is the op.

We fancy ourselves
true patriots.

We accept the possibility
of our death.

Both of us.

Our lives offered willingly
for the highest cause.

Yeah?

What cause is that?

America, John.

All we have to do is die.

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

Let-let's just...
let's just talk about things.

Let's just talk for
a little bit longer, okay?

Those behind us in Washington...

are not the only true patriots.

Everybody all right?

Let's go! Let's get out!

We have to move!

He wanted us here.
He was waiting for us.

- Shit!

Sniper!

- Hey, Dallas is down!
- Dallas!

- Who's got eyes on it?
- Dallas is down!

Where's it coming from?

Dallas, where are you hit?

- Dallas is hit.
- In my stomach.

Dallas, can you move?

I can't.

Talk to me, Dallas.
You're all right, man.

We're gonna get you
out of there.

- Where is he at?
- Hey!

Kelly, it's from your six!

I can't see him!-

Thunder, lay down some fire!

Kelly, it's from your six.

Help me.

Hey, hey,
I won't leave you here.

-It's not naptime.

Cover me, cover me,
cover me, cover me.

Move.

Coming back to you.
Crossing, crossing, crossing!

Dallas, hang in there, buddy!

- Third floor, second window!
- Third floor, second window!

- Lay down some cover!
- I'm pinned down! Cover fire!

You're covered! Get him!
Go, go, go!

Come on.

Second sniper!

There's a second sniper!

12 o'clock!

Get him out of there!

Get me out of here!

Goddamn it.

Shit!

Hey.

Ritter, this in the brief?

- We need an out.
- Thunder's down!

There's a sniper
covering the entry point!

We need to find another way!

You still in the fight, Thunder?

Still in the game, ma'am.
I got our six.

All right.

I'm screening the situation.

Hatchet, Kelly, cover me.

- Got you.
- Moving. -Moving.

Covering fire!

We got to frag that sniper.

Cease fire.

-Cease fire.

They just killed
two police officers.

Shit.

'Cause it looks like we did it.

The dead Russians in my house.

They wanted us to find 'em.

They wanted us to find
a dead Russian soldier

on American soil.

And if we die here,
then they'll find a bunch

of dead American soldiers
on Russian soil, too.

And if we kill a couple cops

on the way out of here,
even better.

Jesus.

Everything...

the assassination of the team,

my house, this op...

it was a setup
from the beginning.

They're trying to start a war.

Like Rykov said,

now all we got to do is die.

Yeah, we're not gonna do that.

All right.

We got to take out
this sniper in the hallway.

I need you to buy us an exit.

Tracking.

- Moving.
- Thunder, pass me your pack.

- Moving!
- Laying down cover!

Stay in it. Stay in it, fellas.

All right.

I got him. I got him.

All clear!

All right.
Let's move. Let's move.

Hold tight!
We're making a way!

Push, push, push!

My gun jammed.

Nice.

All right.

Time to go!

Time to go,
time to go, time to go!

Get out of here! Go!

-All right, come here.

-Almost there.

Last man!

Lobby, lobby, lobby!

- Come on!
- Dallas, let's go.

Yeah, you almost there.

To the right.

Set him down, set him down,
set him down.

Cover the exits!

Watch my six.

All right, man.

All right.

Hey, man.

You got kids?

What?

Kids.

Yeah. Yeah.

Anything you want me
to tell 'em?

Tell 'em, um,

I love them.

Sure.

Tell 'em...

Tell 'em...

I got a plan.

I'm gonna get up to the roof
and clear a path for you guys.

We're not leaving you behind.

We can't leave anybody behind.

If we leave a trace,
they're going to get their war.

You got to get the team
out of here.

To them, I'm not a soldier.

I'm a felon.

I can die here.

Tracking?

Keep moving. Keep moving.

Come on, Kelly.

Come on, baby.

Come on.-

Can you walk? Can you walk?

The others went ahead.

You guys heard
what Rykov said, right?

He said it started in D.C.

I thought I was
a pawn hunting a king.

Rykov wasn't a king.

He was just me
on the other side.

Pawns could never kill a king.

All I've got
to go back to is jail.

There's a duffel bag of money
below deck.

It's yours.

But you never made it out alive.

You died in Murmansk.

With you as a ghost,

maybe we can find out
who's behind this.

I was wrong about you.

...minister has accused the U.S.

of an attack on a civilian
building in Murmansk

which resulted
in multiple casualties.

The White House denies
any connection.

In response,
the U.S. has accused Russia

of trying to shift blame
for the downed commercial flight

over the Barents Sea.

Each country has yet
to prove its claims,

but the fact remains

relations between
the two nations

haven't been this strained
since the Cold War.

There are also concerns about

how an escalation in tensions
could affect the economy.

A U.S. trade representative
has stated that...

Mr. Secretary.

John.

Greer told me you were dead.

I'm sorry to sneak up
on you like this,

but I had to go ghost.

It was the only way I could
get you that information.

Wh-What information?

About the mission.

We weren't supposed to
make it out of there alive.

Sir, this was a CIA op.

They ran it out of D.C.
the entire time.

They're trying to heat up
tension with Russia.

You're not suggesting Dillard?

I've known Sarah for years.

I don't always agree
with her methods,

but she's nothing
if not a patriot.

I know she doesn't seem
like the type of person

that would put an operative
in an explosive vest,

have him blow himself up.

Well, that's exactly my point.

Thing is, Greer left
that part out of the report.

And when I said that
just now, you...

you didn't seem a bit surprised.

Well, nothing surprises me
anymore, John.

There he goes.

I don't know what you think
you're doing, sailor.

Helpless, huh?

You sent me all over this world,

put my life on the line
because I believed that we were

on the right side of things.

That our way would keep
people like you in check.

Pull over, John.

- You're confused.
- So you're gonna tell me why.

Why my family?

My wife?

My daughter?

Why kill my team?

Rykov was all in,

so I'd like a little bit
of what you sold him.

You are making a mistake.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Know where we driving?

You got a farm
out in West Virginia, right?

Your daughter should be
home from college.

Wesleyan.
That's a good school.

Your wife.

Your son, too.

So I suggest you start talking.

Because if you don't,

I'm gonna make you watch me kill
your whole damn family.

I never met Rykov in my life.

I'm listening.

You know who won World War II?

It wasn't the generals
or the admirals.

It was the economists.

More tanks, planes, ships.

And all that spending lifted

this entire nation
out of poverty.

Freed the world from tyranny.

A big country needs big enemies.

The best enemy we ever had
was the Soviet Union.

Our fear of them
unified our people.

Gave us purpose.

The problem today, John,

is half this country thinks
the other half is its enemy

because they have
no one else to fight.

So...

we gave them a real enemy.

One with the power
to threaten their lives,

their freedoms.

Freedoms you take for granted.

And it works, John.
It works.

You just wouldn't die.

You had no right
to take so much from us.

No, I did. I swore an oath.

Me, too.

To my wife.

Her name was Pam.

And you're gonna say it
before you die.

Uh, what...

You're gonna say her name.

Get me out of here!

Say her name.

Get me out of here!

Say it!

Pam!

Pam!

Pam!

Pam...

There is a heaven.

Mm, is this it?

No, baby, it's not.

What about you?

Are you in heaven?

I'm with you.

Not always.

No, not always.

But now.

Pam, I miss you.

I know.

It's okay.

"And lead us not
into temptation",

"but deliver us from evil."

"For thine is the kingdom

"and the power and the glory

"forever and ever.

Amen."

Although the precise nature

of the action
remains classified,

it apparently cost the life

of Secretary of Defense
Thomas Clay,

who was found dead
in the Potomac River last week

in an apparent suicide.

Emerging reports suggest

he was involved
in a potentially treason...

Hey. I was listening to that.

Lot less people than I thought.

We gave them a real enemy.

One with the power
to threaten their lives,

their freedoms.

Freedoms you take for granted.

And it works, John.
It works.

You just wouldn't die.

I need a favor.

Vaseliev did say that
none of this would be over

until John Kelly was dead.

Here's your new legend,

courtesy of
your little friend Ritter.

"John Clark."

That's real creative.

Yeah, well, the CIA isn't
exactly known for that.

That's fair.

What are you gonna do, John?

What we do best: disappear.

And I know
you're dead and all now,

but don't be a stranger.

Yes, ma'am.

Director.

Congratulations on
the promotion, by the way.

Thank you.

Got to say I was surprised
when you, uh, came back to D.C.

I've been thinking
about what happened.

About how it could happen again.

So I put together some thoughts.

A multinational
counterterrorist team,

made up of U.S., U.K.,
hand-selected NATO personnel,

with the full support of their
national intelligence services.

And who's gonna run
that kind of thing?

I will.

I want to present it
to the president.

Do you, now?

Calling it Rainbow.

Why is that?

It's personal.

Hey, John.

It's good to have you back.

It's good to be back.