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Well, we got your boy in Ukraine.

Not 48 hours later,

senior case officer overseeing the mission had

two Russian contract agents

at her fucking

front door. You round-tripping for Russia?

These fucking Russians, they're a different breed.

Don't you fucking call me that.

That's what you are. You're a fucking Russian.

I'm calling a family meeting.

Okay, let me have it.

We want you to quit.

Girls,

I'm a soldier, and a soldier's job

is to fight until the soldier is unable to fight

or until the fight is over.

I'm sorry this followed me home.

Your fucking people came after me and my family!

Well, you know what they say.

A soldier's oath is his family's oath.

My number's in it.

We start now.

The one thing...

that made the United States so dangerous for so long...

was that your people believed in the fantasy of freedom.

But now...

that fantasy is fading.

In its place, the reality

that man is not meant to be free.

We're a pack, like the wolf.

And like the wolf, we need a leader.

His rule can be just, it can be fair...

but it must be absolute.

Your people are waking up to that reality.

They don't know it's what they need yet.

First they must lose everything, all order.

Then they're gonna throw away their freedom like trash

and beg for leader.

You already did it once with COVID.

One bad call shattered the illusion

that your independence is yours.

Is that what Russia has?

A just leader?

Fucking career KGB agent turned dictator?

You really think that moron's a pack leader?

You're getting the shit kicked out of you

by the most obsolete, inept

and corrupt army in all of Central Europe.

You want to know why that is?

'Cause we put a few hundred boots on the ground

and we stopped your punk asses cold.

Your entire shitty, half-witted, convict-ass army...

using the same weapons

the Taliban shoved up your fucking asshole in 1980.

Afghanistan is using your weapons now.

The weapons left behind...

when you ran away.

This birdbath water drip.

It's a nasty trick.

I might have to steal that.

But spare me the fucking lectures

on failed societies.

Okay? Russia disproved

every political theory Marx ever made

in spectacular fashion.

You even managed to kill more of your own people

than the whole fucking German army ever did in the process.

A failed monarchy, a failed democracy,

failing as a dictatorship.

The only reason why Russia still exists

is because nobody wants

to take away that frozen shithole from you.

But I get it.

You got to go through the motions and try to flip me.

Be my guest.

I'll just lay back and listen.

This is not my job.

Once we get you home,

I'll show you my job.

And I am expert.

We missed.

QRF retrieved her beacon.

Her beacon, not her?

- That is correct. - Any indication

- where she is now? - NSA has

a database of vehicles that have entered

and exited the Russian embassy.

We're cross-referencing that

with state police license readers.

What's that going to accomplish?

By now, an SVR case officer

is almost certainly overseeing her movements.

Any senior level case officer

is going to have diplomatic immunity.

We are cross-referencing diplomatic plates

with PD database to see if any were

in the proximity of her last known location.

What is their objective?

Logistically, it's to get her out of the States,

get her back to Russia, where I assume

they're going to reach out to negotiate a trade with Yurimov.

And Yurimov is in Gitmo, right?

Yes, sir.

Can I assume your officers have interviewed Mr. Yurimov?

- You can, sir. - And did anything

of value come out of those interviews?

Yeah. We are investigating

the information that he's provided thus far.

We expect it to appear useful on the surface,

but most of the information is likely planted

with the purpose of it being offered, sir.

- Of course. - Any valuable intel

that Yurimov holds, the Russians are likely altering as we speak.

Talk us through

the worst-case scenario here.

Worst-case?

How bad can this fucking thing get?

SVR has some knowledge of the Lioness program.

They even have some limited knowledge

of, specific operations,

but they don't have definitive proof of those operations.

Joe can provide that.

What intelligence value

- do past operations hold? - None to speak of,

but that's not the purpose.

What would be the purpose?

Knowledge of specific Lioness targets

could be released publicly,

creating severe diplomatic consequences for us

with various strategic partners in the Middle East... the Saudis,

Qatar, UAE, Egypt.

It would greatly compromise us in the region.

And the political damage domestically, that's...

that is very difficult to predict.

I mean, what position does the UN take?

What is the position of Congress?

Do they see this as an opportunity

to blame the administration?

Based on the current climate, I would certainly think so.

This is the worst-case scenario?

- No, ma'am. - It gets worse?

Worst-case scenario is,

Russia does not release the information.

Russia turns her over to Iran.

Iran releases the information, tries her...

and finds her guilty.

I need a timeline.

She is most likely still in the D.C. area.

Moving her by vehicle is risky.

Every time they do so, they increase the chances

that we intercept. They're gonna need

to get her on a plane out of the area

and then another plane out of the United States.

24 to 36 hours, and she is likely

on a plane to Russia indirectly.

Possibly Cuba, but that's unlikely, given the fact

that we are monitoring every aircraft in that region.

We have FBI and CED at Dulles,

Reagan, National College Park,

- Manassas... - A more reliable

method of moving human cargo,

albeit slower, is by ship.

We are moving resources to the ports of Virginia,

Baltimore, Philadelphia. JSOC has units in Wilmington,

Morehead City, and the Inland Port in Charlotte.

I think it's time to inform the president.

I... disagree.

What?

Respectfully, I disagree, sir.

I think the fewer people that know this, the better for now.

POTUS is going to be inclined to inform Senate Intelligence,

and then Senate Intelligence informs 700 staffers,

and then we've just told the whole world.

Find her, Byron.

Fallout from this shit is limitless.

We are aware, sir.

- Do it. - Thank you.

Great.

Thank you.

This thing is headless right now.

You get to Quantico and take it over.

Bring in Delta, Ground Branch, everyone.

Yes, sir.

Yes. Okay, NSA has a hit.

- All right. - Yankee Romeo

656759.

Seven, five, nine. All right.

Where are you, you motherfucker?

Okay, I got him on 16th,

about three hours ago.

495 to the 95.

Find me a ping on a tower, Bobbo.

Working on it.

195. He's going

- to the fucking airport. - Damn it.

- Get me a cell, Bobbo. - Working on it.

All right, he took, he took Friendship.

All right, I got him.

Is he still there?

All right,

he's in a hangar right fucking here.

Okay, we have a location. Coordinates coming your way.

I need the plane assigned to that hangar and that location.

And how the fuck do we approach?

They'll have eyes on the second we land on the FBO.

Hey, can you put us on the roof?

- You got a bird? - Are you kidding me?

I need a Little Bird from Air Branch.

ATC got to clear us a flight path to location.

Okay, got it. Okay, stay in contact.

Down, down, down!

- Down now! Down now! - Down, down, down, down!

- Get on the ground. - On the fucking ground!

On the ground, turn over! Face down now!

- Is she still here?! - Is who still here?

Give me your fucking hands.

Give me your fucking hands, bitch.

Piece of shit.

Fuck.

- Bobby. - Yeah.

This motherfucker.

Blood on the floor?

Looks like you missed a spot,

motherfucker!

We have diplomatic immunity.

Do we look like the fucking police to you?

Fuck, Kyle!

We're not here to arrest you.

You got to give me something, or I'm gonna fucking kill you

and I'm gonna dump your body in the Potomac.

Tail number.

Better kill me.

Hey, Kyle. Kyle.

Let's just have CED come get these motherfuckers

and take the intel back to base. We're good.

I don't think you understand what they'll do to her

when they get her out of this country.

Fuck.

Tail number.

N, five...

six...

five...

November 565 Kilo.

Juliet.

Okay, tracking's being blocked.

I'm gonna check with BW ATC.

Yeah, I need manifest.

November 565 Kilo Juliet.

Was inbound from PHL.

Arrived BWI 10:53 for refuel.

Departed 11:07 VFR at 8500.

Fuck.

Departed

11:07 BWI VFR at 8500.

At least you were telling the truth.

Land the bird and pick us up.

What about these guys?

It's their fucking mess, they'll clean it up.

Who are they going to tell? Let's fucking go.

Police up the intel, let's move.

Fuck.

Let's move!

No, I need every tower. Every tower's flight log.

What do you have?

They loaded her onto a Challenger 300.

It has a 3,400-nautical mile radius.

That gives us Cuba, that gives us Mexico and Venezuela.

We have jets right now off the coast of Florida

and a fourth fleet that's scrambled in the Caribbean.

They're going to need mission clarity if they engage.

- You tracking the flight? - They're below 18,000.

I can't. The locator's been disabled,

and there is no flight plan that was submitted.

She's on a jet. Destination unknown.

Transponder disabled.

Air assets are searching now.

We're going to need guidance if contact is made.

If located in U.S. airspace,

our jets maneuver to force landing.

If found in international, they are to engage.

Can I get a word, ma'am?

Word, please?

What is it?

My understanding of the ROE is fire if fired upon

- or credible threat is present. - You understand correctly.

Well, that motherfucker right there just

executed a Russian intelligence officer

while he was immobilized in front of us.

And I don't feel like fucking going to jail for Kyle.

Let me explain what happens

when they get her to a secure location.

They either torture the name of every

case officer, every safe house, every operation,

every asset, everything that she knows,

endangering the lives

of fuck knows how many operators we have deployed.

Our FOBs in Ukraine, our travel routes.

Every goddamn thing.

Or, and even worse,

they drop her off in Tehran, where she's paraded around

until she's tried and stoned to death

or hung or shot.

Or worse still,

Iran hands her over to Hezbollah,

which paralyzes us in the region

'cause now they have a female U.S. citizen

convicted of Iranian war crimes.

Now the pressure's on Israel,

'cause Hezbollah's going to demand

that Tel Aviv unlock every prison door

and let their fucking army out.

What do we do? What do we give up

when Israel doesn't do that?

This is how presidents lose elections,

how parties lose majority in the House and the Senate,

how the UN starts

war crime tribunals, 'cause everybody

in the fucking world, minus the UK, wants us weaker.

And the way the UK's going,

they're going to want it, too.

So, yeah, I treated this like war.

And it is fucking war.

Yeah, that all sounds good, except there's a dead body

in the airplane hangar.

Look, I'm no homicide detective,

but it sure seems like a fucking execution to me.

All right, all right, who's going to report it?

Two Russian spies who kidnapped a U.S. citizen?

That body was gone before we even got back here.

And it ain't ever getting found.

It's still a fucking execution, Kyle.

I got the tail number, didn't I?

Adhere to the ROEs in place.

Do you understand me?

I'm treating all of this as hearsay until evidence

to the contrary starts popping up.

And if it does, Kyle, you are on your own.

Until that time, both of you stand down

and go find our fucking girl.

Yes, ma'am.

Double agent in WitPro?

- Yeah. - Bring her back.

All of their supply routes have been in place for years.

Safe houses, travel routes, all of it.

And just like ours, none of it is written down.

It's memorized. She's gonna know.

I don't have the juice to make that call.

I will make it. Walk with me.

You have relaxed ROEs due to your status in the SMU.

They don't have the same.

Your rules are different to theirs.

Don't play outside the lines with them.

I need someone who can play outside the lines.

They're coming.

CIA Deputy Director Westfield

is here for you, sir.

Send him in.

- Go ahead, please. - Thank you.

Byron.

Ten minutes.

We missed her by ten fucking minutes.

We've identified the plane, though.

- Planes are hard to hide. - Yeah.

They're trying to get her out of the country?

Very much so.

- No word from Darchiev? - No.

They're not gonna acknowledge

until she's on Russian soil.

Then, of course, they'll call

and want to make a trade.

We worry they might want something else.

Like what?

There's been a series of embarrassments for 'em.

Ukrainian intelligence officer infiltrating SVR.

Our ability to take Yurimov from Russian-controlled territory.

It's a massive,

massive intelligence failure on their part.

Our operations and assistance have effectively shut down

the Russian offensive for almost three years.

I worry they want to embarrass us back.

I mean, they haven't accused us of having Yurimov.

They haven't even asked the question.

They are that embarrassed.

Joe's theater's been the Middle East

for the entirety of her career.

She doesn't even have relevant intelligence to give them,

but what she could provide Iran and the opportunities

that she presents for them and their proxies?

If Russia just hands her off, it becomes the sole focus

of your foreign policy without leverage until it's resolved.

And getting her back is going to be very, very expensive.

Got an awful lot of problems.

You got any solutions?

We admit to having Yurimov.

We offer him back.

He's given us no useful information,

and the only way to get real information leaves him

in no condition to return.

We justify taking him by claiming fear

of a new Russian offensive.

We use it to negotiate a ceasefire.

We don't really give a shit if we get one,

but it gives us the justification

for the operation in the first place.

That doesn't offer me any leverage.

They could release that to the press.

Now I got 60 Minutes doing a story

on U.S. intelligence and military operations in Ukraine.

The leverage is in the threat that comes next.

If she's released to a proxy,

that presence increases dramatically,

as does its purpose.

Well...

this I'll have to discuss with the president

and Senate Intelligence and the Joint Chiefs.

I may point out that none of them is aware

that we ran a capture mission in Russia.

You're saying it's time for that?

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry to say, it's time for that.

Okay.

Step outside. Give me a minute, please.

Yes, sir.

I need him.

No, I need him now.

Mr. President?

We have a situation.

You're late for school, girls.

Nope, I got their assignments for the week.

They'll do 'em here and then I'll turn 'em in.

Why would you do that?

Because when their soldier escorts decided to treat

road construction like a fucking ambush in Syria...

- Neal. - I made a judgment call

that dying in a car wreck

was more detrimental to their grade point average

than doing their homework here in our fake home.

Can I have a word with you?

Sure.

Guys, come on.

Please don't fight.

This is bad enough without you two fighting.

We're not fighting, honey,

but serious situations require serious conversations,

and that's what we're having.

- They're gonna fight. - 100%.

What are you doing?

If everything's going to hell,

then it's going to hell with me eating ice cream.

All right, give me some.

- You have surgery today? - Nope. Punted the day.

I want to stay with the girls.

One of my team is gonna take you out to the range.

I want you familiar enough with a pistol.

Joe, that is completely unnecessary.

It's an overreaction, I know, but I'd rather

you prepared for a fight that never comes...

- Joe. - Than find yourself

in a fight you're not prepared for.

We have been through this.

I took an oath, you took an oath.

- Yes. - Our oaths couldn't be more

- different, but I still took it. - Yeah. "Do no harm."

- I know that oath. - Yes, that's the one.

I'm not asking you to shoot one of your patients, Neal.

- The oath is to humanity, Joe. - Yes, well, your oath is naive

because only doctors are adhering to that oath.

The rest of the world is using harm

like it's a form of currency.

- Your world. - The world, Neal.

- Your world. - No, and judging

by the two people that showed up

at our fucking front door, the world is here.

It doesn't matter how it got here. It's here, Neal.

And it seems to me that failing to protect yourself

and our two daughters is a greater harm

than doing harm to those that would harm them.

Can you just follow the fucking logic to that?

I follow it.

- Just do it to pacify me, okay? - Yeah.

The odds you'll ever use what you learn are very slim, Neal.

Why don't I just take them to my mother's?

'Cause you're safer here.

If I'm safer here, why am I taking a gun class, Joe?

I love you.

- Love you, too. - I love you.

Love you.

Bye, guys.

Yesterday evening.

FBI counterintelligence agents apprehended an agent...

- Is this you? - Of the Russian.

Foreign Intelligence Service,

or SVR as it is known to the intelligence community.

The U.S. Attorney's Office is preparing espionage charges

stemming from evidence implicating the agent

in both bribery schemes and extortion schemes

against U.S. government officials,

as well as state and local government officials...

I told you, babe, don't believe the news.

You didn't answer my question.

I'm keeping my word, Neal.

And I'm solving the problem, okay?

Bye.

Wait, wait, Joe.

I'm not mad.

I know that it seems that I am. I'm not.

I'm scared, Joe.

I'm scared for you.

I'm scared for our daughters.

I'm scared that we live in a world where this can happen

and how it became that world. It's just...

it's very disheartening.

The very first political assassination...

was a pharaoh named Teti

in 23rd century BC.

One can argue Christ was also a political assassination.

James I of Scotland, Spencer Perceval,

Lincoln, Franz Ferdinand,

Sadat, Gandhi,

Kennedy, King.

The world didn't become this way, Neal.

It's always been this way.

Go get 'em.

We getting in the game?

Yes.

And we're going to trust this Russian?

- She's Ukrainian. - Okay.

And we're going to trust this Ukrainian?

We don't trust anybody.

Come on in, Joe.

- Word is out. - I saw.

I want a very clear objective for this operation.

Very clear and very specific.

Operation name is Treasure.

Our Ukrainian asset is Badger.

Your team is Hornet.

The SMU attachment is Spider.

SVR officers are Gold, and their assets Silver.

Now, when Russian intelligence makes contact

with a source and then develops that source into an asset,

that asset's identity is shared with SVR handlers

to prevent multiple handlers working the same person.

Now, the handler and contact, however, is not shared.

So Badger would know within her network

who was being recruited, but she doesn't know

- who recruited them. - We feel like

today's announcements will rattle assets

much more than it will Russian intelligence.

We will place a Lioness in close proximity to the assets

and offer them a way out in exchange

for identifying the handler controlling them.

- Define "a way out." - That's up to you.

FBI, U.S. Attorney's Office,

and I assume it's on a case-by-case basis.

U.S. Attorneys are gonna treat a House of Representatives

staffer extorted by some stripper

very different than they will

a software engineer from Lockheed

who takes a hundred grand for hard data.

Well, whatever you offer has to be vague.

We aren't in Marrakech.

These people are going to hire attorneys,

and they are going to use the press

to their advantage any way they can.

And most SVR officers have cover

as state officials with diplomatic immunity.

All we can do is detain and deport.

Just be mindful of that.

- Yes, sir. - Will do.

I want thorough updates, and I want 'em often.

And by often, I mean daily.

- You'll get 'em. - You got it.

Thank you.

Deputy ambassador reached out.

It's not surprising.

- He wants to meet. - What time? Where?

Seven. Where do you think?

Care to run interference?

How much interference?

Not that they notice.

This is

making me feel like the Cold War.

I wouldn't know. I was still in school.

So was I.

It's just how I imagine it.

You got to shave all the way?

- I do what I'm told, brother. - I don't know.

What's your cover?

Chief of staff for this guy.

You... you don't look like a chief of staff.

Yeah?

Yeah, he don't look like a Democrat either.

The fuck is that supposed to mean?

Hey, hey, hey, man.

You're looking in the fucking mirror.

Tell me what you see.

All right? 'Cause I'll tell you

what the whole fucking world sees.

The world sees a guy

who looks like he just rebuilt a carburetor.

Well, that's why I'm shaving, bud.

Shaving ain't gonna help.

No?

What's your cover?

If it ain't creepy middle school gym teacher, you're fucked.

Gym fucking teacher.

Yeah, you think that's funny?

- I do. - What's your cover?

Boys, boys, boys, please, please.

I'm just a defense contractor

putting his feet up on the main stage.

Fucking lucky bastard.

Yeah, well, I'm also

putting your hard-earned tax dollars to work.

What an asshole.

Thank you for your service.

Are you aware you're an asshole?

I fucking look good

when I clean up, don't I? Don't I?

You look like a bowling champion.

Okay.

Yeah, no, that's...

Lot of sparkle.

This'll work.

This is what I'm talking about.

Look at this shit.

Yeah.

Look at that shit.

- I can't see with your big ass. - Shit.

I need some of this mirror action, too, damn it.

Well, I don't know about him,

but you're not fooling anybody.

Man, she ain't trying to fool nobody.

That's right. I'm just trying to help you out

in case you get in a bind.

You know, there's a lovely little leopard dress over there,

Kyle. Look good on you.

I'll try it on for you later, if you like.

Hey.

- Nothing about this is funny. - Right, boss.

Bobby.

Sorry, boss, I'm-I'm, I'm trying. Trying, I swear.

Try harder.

Goddamn it.

Man, come on, boss.

You can't tell me that's not the reason

they put faces on milk cartons.

You can't tell me that.

You have jokes?

- You have jokes. - Baby face.

Look at that.

It feels so smooth.

How about a vodka soda?

Heavy on the soda.

The usual.

Thank you.

- You want to start a tab? - No, I will pay cash.

Thank you.

White shirt, blue tie, end of the bar.

Excuse me.

No problem.

Sorry we're late.

It's fine. We've been enjoying the show.

Putting on quite the show yourself.

You don't even hide yours anymore.

Just send in soldiers.

Yeah, well, when you show up at my case officer's house

posing as law enforcement, we get a little jumpy.

Thank you.

A sparkling, please?

Was that your little dance this morning?

You call some cowboys from who-knows-where

Russian intelligence? Think that was us?

I know it was you.

How? How do you know?

I expect your politicians to be bad liars,

- but from you, I expect more. - No, thank you.

I've told you no lies, Maxim.

- Not one. - An SVR

intelligence officer contacted a CIA

senior case officer offering information

regarding SVR sources,

Strategic information, contingencies, capabilities.

Not the bullshit you've planted in Trojan horses,

but legitimate information and assets, both here and abroad.

See? That is how you lie.

And for what do they do this?

What do they gain?

We're not Soviet Union, they don't need to defect.

If they want to stay here,

they already have a passport, they apply for a visa,

and they stay.

They quit their job with us and start a new job.

With you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Russian citizens have fought in your army,

in your special forces.

We're a free country now, too.

Debatable.

No debate.

And not the reason you call me.

You're fishing.

Why? What new game you think we're playing?

You tell me.

I'm not wasting my time playing this game.

You don't have anyone.

If you had somebody, we would know.

If you turned one, you would never tell us,

and you would never tell the news.

So... what the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck are you fishing for?

Let's talk about Ukraine.

- Sure. - What do you think

you're doing there?

Protecting an ally

from an authoritarian state.

Well, Ukraine is our state.

It was part of Russia

since before you were a nation.

Now it's all gangsters and thieves.

It's our Sicily, you understand?

It relies on payoffs and bribes

from Europe, from you, from your politicians,

your companies.

It was breadbasket of Europe.

It was our industrial center

for 250 years.

This is not your war. It's our war.

I don't choose the wars, Maxim. You know that.

But you fight it anyway.

I do what I'm told.

We lost something that is very valuable

to our president.

I'm sorry to hear that.

We think maybe it was stolen, this thing.

Maybe...

you know where it is?

We're gonna need more information.

We'd be happy to help you.

Just need to know what we're looking for.

You know.

What do we know?

They would tell you.

They would have to.

Listen, if we can be helpful, we'll be helpful.

Now, we'll want something in return, but...

you have to ask for the favor.

Byron,

I can't ask.

But

if you find it, you'll know, and we'll want it back.

Yeah.

Fair enough.

Have fun with your pretend prize.

Run along now.

Guess... I guess

they think it's our first day on the job.

Can't blame him for trying.

I'll see you at the office.

Sure.

Can I do another one of those?

- Thank you. - My tab.

No, it's... it's my... it's - No, it's oka...

a company tab. It's not even my tab,

so it's fine.

Thanks.

It's fine. Thank you,

- though. - Sure, sure.

Your company give out per diem in cash?

No, it... No. I,

I actually had my company card stolen

- last year, so... - Yeah.

- Yeah. Once bitten, twice shy. - Yeah.

Thank you.

What's your business?

I am a consultant.

So, a lobbyist.

Guilty.

What firm?

- Okay. No. - It's a...

- It's... - That's... that's my field.

I'm with Northrop.

You don't have that engineer look about you.

- No? - No.

Sales.

Okay. Okay, - Yes.

- That makes sense then. - Okay.

That makes sense.

Charles.

- That's funny. - What?

It's not gonna be hard to remember. Charlie.

- No. - Yeah.

- Really? You're Charlie? - Char-Charlie.

Excuse me.

They're getting a lot of attention,

- boss. - Yeah.

We're on one.

Work him.

Can I get a beer?

Light blue shirt.

Look for the mark.

Hey, can I have a vodka soda, heavy on the soda?

That your girlfriend?

We're just having fun.

Sure looks like fun.

It is fun.

- Really? - Yeah.

I could use some fun.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Come on.

This looks like small potatoes, boss.

You got to get past 60,000 bees to find the queen, Bobby.

My gosh, you're...

You're all grown up.

Is your dad around?

Dad!

Your daughter didn't seem happy to see me.

She-She's not happy in general. They know something's up.

Did you tell them what I told you to say?

They can tell when I'm lying.

It's not one of my skills.

Doesn't feel like good news, Kaitlyn.

It's not.

We're close, but...

we're still a step behind, and time's not on our side.

So I'm gonna share with you probably more than I should.

There's three possibilities.

One, we beat the clock, and she is home in a few days.

Two, the clock wins, and this could take time.

- Real time. - Well, define "real time."

Months.

Longer.

To negotiate the trade of an officer

who is accused of espionage,

if that's what they accuse her of.

It involves divulging very privileged,

very precious information.

Information that can...

that can put other officers in danger.

And put our strategic partners

and the military presence overseas

in harm's way.

These are very delicate negotiations.

They can be greatly influenced

by any number of factors beyond our control.

And what's three?

She doesn't come back with three.

Prepare for the third.

That way, if it doesn't come true,

relief will be your reward.

And if it does, you're prepared.

And you can be there for your children.

Her children.

I am so sorry to do this to you, but...

she would want you to be ready, Neal.

Yeah.

Which one do you think it is?

In your gut?

There's too many variables to rely on instinct.

- What the fuck does that mean? - It means

I don't know.

I don't fucking know.