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You want to take his bird?

An example needs to be made.

I guess I don't need this after all.

Nah. Wait.

I need two shooters for a time-sensitive op.

You know my target.

Massoud Danawi.

Danawi came into our orbit via Artem Golubev.

Artem requested the meeting at this club.

We have somebody inside. They'll tell you

where to go and what to do.

You never said this was a joint operation.

I said I work against Iran.

Mossad being here ain't a big leap.

With my bearings, Iran has

adequate uranium to build a bomb in less than a year.

So here's the play.

We'll take Molnar and his bearings off the board.

Then my asset

will deliver the fake bearings in their place.

- Jackpot. Jackpot. - RPG!

Ben, wake up!

Mossad believes the Shepherd is using

Haverford for his own agenda.

Eliza knew you were being played, and she's dead.

That's not a fucking coincidence, is it?

If you want to know who played us,

he's here-- the Shepherd.

I'd rather come home in a fucking box than do what you're doing right now.

And you will.

Payment.

If the bearings are authentic, you'll get your fee.

My team needed a Shepherd to blame.

And assured that the exchange would still happen.

Son of a bitch.

History has been made today, gentlemen.

- Fucker. - What do you want to do?

Even a pawn can take down a king.

"Director Brennan, these men are responsible

for turning over illegal

nuclear technology to our enemy-- Iran."

We're his fucking puppets, now we're his fucking patsies.

What are you thinking, Chief?

We're still in the game.

♪ Well, Mama told me ♪

♪ When I was young ♪

♪ "Come sit beside me ♪

♪ my only son ♪

♪ and listen closely ♪

♪ to what I say ♪

♪ And if you do this ♪

♪ it'll help you some sunny day ♪

♪ Ah, yeah" ♪

It's compelling testimony, Mr. Hastings.

But the fact remains, there is no hard evidence to substantiate any of it.

This man coordinated the operation with a high-level Iranian official.

There are photos of the meeting.

Look, we already went over all this.

It was my asset's brother.

I just wanted to make sure that Vahid wasn't doing anything

- that would compromise us. - You were the only one with access

to the real bearings, Jed.

Those bearings.

Where are they?

If Chief Edwards is innocent, why disappear with nuclear technology?

Why not turn himself in?

Exactly.

Jed, please.

Come on, Fred. You're gonna kick me out on my last day for smoking?

Come on.

Mr. Hastings, our investigation is still pending.

We may have additional questions, but appreciate your cooperation.

As for your friend Ben Edwards, charges hold.

If he surrenders with the bearings,

we can try and make some sense of this mess.

You know, you're looking for the wrong person.

Because your man is right fucking there.

"Reecer,

I never thought I'd be leaving this way.

But as I sit here writing this,

now it kind of seems like there was an inevitability to it,

to all of it.

The war, what it did to us.

While I wish I had the answers,

sometimes there are none,

or not ones that matter.

Sometimes all you can do is play your part,

and try and make a difference.

I tried.

Still, I wouldn't change it, Reecer.

You and the boys were--

are-- family.

At least we have that, right?

Regardless of what the bureaucrats want to do.

The bait and switches,

the manipulation.

The list goes on, doesn't it?

The thing I keep chewing on...

is why they feel they need to stick their noses in it.

Why meddle with us?

You created us."

Sir.

"War is a part of the human condition.

And you can only understand it if you've lived it.

Plain and fucking simple.

But the elected officials, the lobbyists,

the senior military leaders,

those intel officers who took my bird,

they run the wars,

without understanding why we even fight them.

It's like a lion...

...who grew up in the zoo...

...still thinking he's the king of the fucking jungle.

That's the brass,

the bureaucrats,

trapped by their own intellectual inertia...

...not even realizing it.

You see, those same bureaucrats will reap promotions

and get rich on the blood of our brothers...

...despite their failures.

We lose a rifle and get punished.

They lose a war and get promoted.

Ain't that how the saying goes?

I think ultimately,

I just got tired of it, Reecer.

Someone has to hold them accountable.

So, I took action...

...and now I'm headed home.

'Only the dead have seen the end of war.'

That philosopher couldn't be more right.

War ain't going away.

Nor are the leaders who don't understand it...

...who abuse it.

This brotherhood is bonded over blood, Reecer.

Not paperwork or policy.

That's why I'm glad you're still in, Reecer.

You're a true lion.

A lion who can look after our boys."

Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.

"Long live the Brotherhood.

- Ben." - Coming through.

L.T., let's go. Another round.

Nah.

Hey,

you got to hear me on this.

Ben is good.

A fucking frogman through and through.

I love you, bro.

I'll see you back at the hotel.

Here's to decompressing!

Thank you.

Hey! Here's to going home, boys!

Somebody slept in.

Come on, hon.

It's Adventure Friday.

Look who's up.

- We're switching sunnies. - No.

Yes.

Oh.

Benjamin, ow. [laughs]

This was a bad idea.

Yeah?

Reecer.

Ben,

where the fuck are you?

I read your letter.

Hell, about a dozen times.

Oh, yeah?

Different day, same problems.

I also spoke to our Rhodesian friend.

He's working proper channels right now to get a couple of names cleared.

I'm working other channels now, brother.

Listen, whatever you're doing,

wherever you are right now,

you do not have to carry this weight alone.

When this ends,

and it will,

and you want the truth, don't go through Hastings.

Go through Mo Farooq.

He's got the whole fucking story.

I called to say thank you.

You always believed in me, brother,

when no one else would.

And I won't forget that.

Ben? Ben?

Are you ready for the next step?

How much time you need once it kicks off?

They'll be tracking the attack.

I need 15 minutes to get through Haverford's VPN masking.

Tal, 15's a long time.

- I'll give you ten. - Fifteen.

Copy.

Mo and Landry are hitting me up every day.

They're worried about you.

Yeah?

Keep 'em away.

If it doesn't work, you're gonna fucking need 'em.

It better work.

I'll give Haverford and Cyrus reason to keep talking.

Just make sure you get what you need.

You sure you're ready?

Once you unplug your VPN device, they'll move quickly.

You worry about your end.

I'm ready.

I'm tapped into the portal. Everything is set.

So it'll be clear, I'm on grid.

Like a fucking comet.

Good. Here we go.

♪ The lunatic is on the grass ♪

♪ The lunatic is on the grass ♪

♪ Remembering games ♪

♪ And daisy chains and laughs ♪

♪ Got to keep the loonies on the path ♪

Come on, you motherfuckers.

♪ The lunatic is in the hall ♪

♪ The lunatics are in my hall ♪

♪ The paper holds their folded faces to the floor ♪

♪ And every day the paper boy brings more ♪

♪ And if the dam breaks open ♪

♪ Many years too soon ♪

♪ And if there is no room upon the hill ♪

♪ And if your head explodes with dark forebodings, too ♪

♪ I'll see you on the dark side of the moon ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ The lunatic is in my head ♪

♪ The lunatic is in my head ♪

♪ You raise the blade...

Cease fire!

♪ You rearrange me till I'm sane ♪

Push left! Attack him from the tree line!

Fuck!

Split up, Team One go left!

Team Two, take the high ground!

Push up! Go higher!

Fuck you.

I'm going to finish this.

Execute. Execute. Execute.

Lieutenant, left flank!

Moving!

Set!

Moving!

- Move! - Moving!

Set!

- Move! - Moving!

- Moving! - Move!

Set!

- Move! - Moving!

Check fire! Check fire!

Blue! Blue! Blue!

Hey.

- Set perimeter. - Where you hit?

- Hey. - I'm down hard.

Hang in there.

Let's get you off this mountain, huh?

On me, we're moving. Two, three.

Oh, no.

You're working on me?

I must be fucked.

You were fucked.

- Until we got here. - Yeah.

Seems like you had about half of Iran after you.

Yeah. I think I underestimated just how much they fucking hate me, brother.

Well, you are the undisputed heavyweight champ of pissing people off.

- Aah. Don't make me laugh. - I know.

- QuikClot coming in, brother. - Okay.

- Sorry. - Go.

Fuck.

I know. I know.

All right.

Who came with you?

Boozer, Cortese, Shipwreck, Rooney and me.

About half of Alpha.

If I fade out or... or die here,

the bearings.

I buried 'em... under that hay bale.

Take 'em to the Agency.

And get Tal's evidence.

That's gonna clear up Mo...

...Landry and even Raife.

And you?

And me, brother.

Then...

Then I'll work my way back to the teams.

Right?

Brother, just take a look out there.

Those boys came here today willing to die for you.

That's whether you're in the teams or not.

Boozer, status!

- Boozy. - How you doing, Chief?

Ah, never been better.

Yeah?

- What's our status? - All Eagles Oscar.

We got 24 E.K.I.A. that I can tell.

Whatever happened in that house,

- well played, Chief. - You're welcome.

Boozer, can you dig underneath that hay bale right there? We're looking for...

- Bearings. - Bearings.

- Roger that. - Story of my life.

You still have a couple of chips left to play, huh?

- Always. - Alpha!

We're moving! Get a couple of those X5s.

We're gonna take those to the rigs. We need to find a good place

to bring Ben to get cleaned up.

Hey, L.T., you think Iran will notice if a Beemer is missing?

Found one without Chief's bullet holes in it.

Yeah, I'm sure they'd be happy if we help clean the scene.

- Yeah. - Chief?

How many people died for these?

Too many.

You see this, L.T.?

Looks like fucking Life Savers.

All right.

We're moving out.

Fuck.

Listen, we're gonna get you back on line.

Brother, you're on your own from here.

Copy that.

Why haven't I heard from you?

I told you. His trail went cold in Munich.

Keep looking. Those bearings are still in play.

I can't be part of this anymore, Jed.

I spent two months on fucking what happened in Germany.

We got what we wanted.

I'm in line for foreign minister.

It's not over, Cyrus.

I'm sorry, but you're on your own.

Here. You clearly were not eating enough in the mountains.

- Way I heard it, he almost ate shit. - Hmm.

Good thing Tal called in your swim buddies.

Hmm. That was not me.

Mo? The fuck.

Plan was we had to stand down.

Chief never said anything about Reece.

Fuck that. I'm offended.

Could have let us have a little fun.

You want to get some reps in.

All day.

What do you think he's doing right now?

- Haverford? - Yeah.

Haverford's probably counting all that sweet money from Tehran.

Yeah, I don't think he did it for the money.

Agreed. I've checked all his accounts.

Nothing suspicious.

Doesn't matter why he did it.

Just that he and the others don't get away with it.

Yeah.

You think he has any idea what's heading his way?

Mo, where you at with Cyrus?

On him ever since we hacked Yousef's phone.

Good. Artem?

See, the thing about snakes is, they got shitty eyesight.

It's why they're always sticking out their tongues.

Everything you need to finish this.

♪ You can run on for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time...

Spend a little extra time on my shoulders, all right, love?

And then, you work your way down from there.

♪ God'll cut you down ♪

♪ Sooner or later ♪

♪ God'll cut you down ♪

Strong hands. Good.

♪ Go tell that long tongue liar ♪

Huh.

♪ Go and tell that midnight rider ♪

♪ Tell the rambler, the gambler...

Yes! Go! Go, Mehdi! See the pass!

Shoot! Shoot!

Yes! Yes, Mehdi!

He got that from his father, Mehdi-naldo!

I'll be right back... work.

♪ My head's been wet with the midnight dew ♪

♪ I've been down on bended knee ♪

♪ Talkin' to the man from Galilee ♪

♪ He spoke to me with a voice so sweet ♪

♪ I thought I heard the shuffle of angel's feet ♪

♪ He called my name, and my heart stood still ♪

♪ When he said, "Shawn, go do my will!" ♪

♪ Go tell that long tongue liar ♪

♪ Go tell that midnight rider ♪

♪ Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter ♪

♪ Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down ♪

♪ Go tell that long tongue liar ♪

Cyrus?!

♪ Go tell that midnight rider ♪

♪ Tell the rambler, the gambler...

Thank you, Peter.

♪ Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down...

Here you go, my friend.

- Thank you, sir. Appreciate it. - All right, good job.

Burn that scorecard.

Good to have you back, sir.

- Arnold Palmer? - Yup.

- Good round? - It was shit.

Well, I was wondering when you'd show up.

Oh.

I see you found my pistol.

It was impressive work with, uh, Artem and Cyrus.

That was Mohammed and Landry, huh?

I'm proud of you.

Oh, look, I'm sorry.

You want one?

This is... the good stuff.

Why'd you do it?

What is it you think I did, Ben?

Where would you like me to start?

You tried to create a nuclear Iran.

Hey. You're the one holding the bearings, buddy.

Even now, you're thinking how to get these back.

You can't let it go, can you?

Vietnam.

Over 58,000 dead.

And all we have to show for it are scars on an entire generation.

And I thought we had learned from it.

I thought we'd take those lessons and apply them in Lebanon.

But my first year in Beirut?

Shit.

Embassy bombing,

kidnappings, assassinations.

I mean, it was the fucking Wild West.

But behind every single outlaw,

there was one benefactor.

Iran.

But then came the big one.

The Marine barracks bombing, October 1983.

One of the largest non-nuclear explosions in history.

Took out the barracks and the HQ.

The Corps hadn't lost that many men in a single day since Iwo Jima.

And yet, we still did nothing.

I mean, we talked a tough game, and then we quietly pulled out.

We showed Iran and the rest of the world

that we were nothing but a paper fucking tiger.

And we showed our enemies that terrorism works.

But you take Mossad in Israel.

They understand the fucking power of consequence.

I mean, what do you think Israel does once Iran gets a nuclear bomb?

You didn't want to stop a war.

You wanted to start one.

You wanted to start

a nuclear fucking war to slap down a regime.

For what? Payback?

How many innocent people does that kill?

How many innocent lives does it save, Ben?

You sure can sell it.

I'll give you that.

What is it you think we do at the CIA, Ben?

Not we. You.

- Excuse me? - What you do.

One man doesn't get to start a war.

Says the motherfucker who was willing to unleash the wrath of ISIS

on the civilians of Mosul by killing Al-Jabouri.

Don't come into my house and lecture me.

I've watched you.

There ain't a bridge you won't burn, a rule you won't break

or a command you won't question to get what you know is right.

You and I are the fucking same.

Except when it comes to vengeance,

which you're so fucking blinded by right now

that you cannot even tell an ally from the fucking enemy.

Now you finish what you started with Artem and Cyrus.

Clean it all up!

Because that's what I would do.

In fact, I already tried.

The moment I realized that you were a fucking problem,

I tried to take you out.

In Zürich.

But that kill team put the bomb over the driver's seat

the one day that you weren't behind the wheel.

That's the only reason you're still sitting here

holding the fucking gun.

And Eliza's dead.

Sit the fuck down.

What did you tell us, when Ish died?

About his star on the wall?

You said it was "enough."

Believe me,

I would love to put you down like I did Jabouri.

But you're not gonna be a star on the wall.

You're a number now.

A number in an ADX supermax prison.

Tal got your messages with Iran.

She has proof that you coordinated the Quds Force attack on me in Germany.

You don't even want to look at it, do you?

That self-proclaimed legacy you thought you were building.

For what? Change?

Revenge?

It doesn't fucking matter anymore.

Whatever misguided principles you used to justify

putting this fucking team down...

...that's what's gonna haunt you for the rest of your days in a prison cell.

What the fuck are you on about, Edwards? You're gonna send me to fucking prison?

The fucking wolf is gonna be a sheepdog now?

If you had any fucking heart, you would finish it right fucking here.

Sir, identification and badge.

I'm here to see the director.

I have something he's been looking for.

Name.

Ben Edwards.

The Dash man himself.

You finally pay off that piece of shit?

Nah, I had to refinance. Nice ship.

Yeah, she's a boat.

Does she float?

It's a boat.

Well, permission to come aboard then, Captain?

CAG send you?

Or are you actually here to catch up with an old friend?

That's what I want to talk to you about.

Thank you.

What happened there?

Mm.

Apparently, they prefer if you come home every few years.

Mm. I know the feeling.

- Sorry to hear, man. - Eh.

Surprised it didn't happen earlier.

She wanted me to take the desk job.

But instead, I took a job with Ground Branch.

Contracting with the Agency now?

- Yep. Green Badger. - Hmm.

Guy I work for is solid, though.

Vic Rodriguez? Former 7th Group?

He an officer?

One of the good ones, though.

They all are, right?

- Well, congratulations, man. - Thank you.

Dasher...

...why are you here?

I want to bring you in.

Done with the CIA.

I know.

I heard.

So... you know my answer, don't you?

What are you gonna do?

Walk the Earth doing good deeds?

I mean, technically, I'd be sailing the Earth, but...

I don't know. Maybe.

Well, I told 'em you'd say no.

Fuck it. Want to go get some food?

Grab a drink? Maybe ten?

Agency's dime, man. Let's rack up the tab.

GB is different, man, I'm telling you.

It's an opportunity, truly.

I'm happy here, man.

Okay, Benny.

Well...

if you change your mind...

Guys like us aren't meant to walk the Earth, Ben.

We're here to burn it down.

Make room for something better.

Miguel's.

- What? - Miguel's.

6:30. Tacos, margs on you.

We catch up. Nothing else.

Yeah. Fair enough.

Did you come here of your own volition?

Yes.

Were you ever disciplined for your actions downrange?

Yes.

Have you ever committed murder?

No.

Did you kill Hamid Al-Jabouri in Iraq?

Yes.

He was a cancer...

...that needed to be removed.

Were you and your team responsible for the death of German intelligence officers?

Yes.

The fight. It's no longer in front of you.

It's raging inside of you.

Did you and your team willingly deliver

nuclear technology to Iranian officials?

American? Selling out your country?

No.

Your price should've been much higher.

You and I are the same.

Was it a joint operation with Mossad?

You know what? I can't do this anymore.

Yes.

In this life...

...this is the only work we know.

The only place on Earth we belong.

Are you comfortable operating

with limited oversight and supervision?

It's preferred.

Why are you interviewing for Ground Branch?

Because I belong here.