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And brother?

All of us caught up in the same thing?

Starting to sound like the common thread is you.

VoltStreem has a potential buyer.

Vasili Andrenov.

He spent the last four years trying to broker a peace

between Ukraine and Russia.

There are people far beyond Kremlin who want to silence me.

That drone was part of a shipment of weapons

bound for an ally that somehow ended up in the hands of terrorists.

In times when bad actors feel comfortable

coming after journalists...

...we need warriors of truth more than ever.

I know who put the hit on me and Katie.

Agency man named Oliver Grey.

- When's the next attack? - I don't know.

Grey sure as shit does.

I don't give a fuck about Grey. You're deflecting.

You should give a fuck about him.

'Cause he sure as hell cares about you.

Odesa is a move by the bratva.

Someone called "the Colonel."

Kuklovod.

"The Puppet Master."

Real name: Ivan Zharkov.

Do you know any reason why Zharkov would want me involved?

- No idea. - Secondary attack.

A sniper hit and a ground assault.

I take the tunnels.

Show these wannabe snipers there's levels to this game.

Isay. Does something about the container

look different from the rest?

Three

Two

One

Security!

President Drozdov!

Muzzle flashes confirm

- blue cargo ship. - Coming to you!

Agent Isay is compromised.

It was all about getting to you.

The noble James Reece.

I know who you really are!

You're not a protector.

You are a killer...

...just like me.

Hello, Mishka.

♪ I can see the rising sun ♪

♪ The devil's still on the run ♪

♪ All the pretty things burn out ♪

♪ Heart is beating in my head ♪

♪ Feeling numb with every breath ♪

♪ Smoke and fire all around ♪

♪ Finger on the trigger, finger on the trigger ♪

♪ Over, and we all fall down ♪

♪ Finger on the trigger, finger on the trigger ♪

♪ I see time is running out ♪♪

It's not what you see through the scope,

it's what I call for the wind.

100% trust.

"A sniper's calm is in the acceptance of the bullet's path."

Every bullet has its destiny.

♪ Well, I hear the wolf outside my door ♪

♪ begging me for company ♪

♪ just like the night before ♪

♪ Yeah, I hear the wolf ♪

♪ And I feel the sparrow ♪

♪ against my chest ♪

♪ He's always been a steady friend ♪

♪ Keeps calling me to rest ♪

♪ Keeps calling me to rest ♪

♪ Yeah, the sparrow sees my soul ♪

♪ but the wolf knows my heart ♪

♪ It's a tug-of-war for both of those two parts ♪

Present arms.

♪ I can kill one and save one ♪

♪ but either way, I'll mourn one ♪

♪ Sweet sparrow, don't let me go too far ♪

♪ Mm ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm about to go too far ♪

About face.

♪ Well, I've lived a life ♪

♪ of blood and toil ♪

♪ And that cross to bear wakes up the sparrow ♪

♪ passed beneath the soul... ♪

- Okay. - Joanie?

Joanie...

I'm sorry.

I wanted to get these back to you.

Did you know my dad?

I did, Sam.

He was a special man.

And you were very special to him.

You all were.

James?

Thank you for bringing him back to us.

I will find the people responsible for this.

And I will find all of them.

Okay. Come on.

Let's go.

We had a deal,

and you've certainly held up your part of it.

You get your name back.

As far as U.S. government's concerned, you're a free man now.

Free, huh?

You got us Al-Nawaz, saved President Grimes

and countless lives in Odesa.

Along with the pardon and the surgery,

you have a job here with us if you want it.

Come work with me.

You do what you do best, and I'll handle the politics and the red tape.

You know this work. It's in your blood.

Yeah. Thanks, Vic.

But I think it's better for both of us

if I remain untethered.

Remember,

I can't provide cover if you're out from under my wing.

Think about my offer.

We can help each other.

Till then, get some rest.

I'll send word about a debrief.

Thank you, sir.

♪ Well, up here's the window sittin' ♪

♪ way up high ♪

♪ I can't look up enough to ♪

♪ see the sky...

♪ There ain't no good light here below ♪

♪ Death row ♪

♪ Death row ♪

♪ Don't want no preacher man to ♪

♪ come around ♪

♪ I don't need him to lay my ♪

♪ burden down...

-Four Branches. -Yep.

♪ Already told Jesus everything I know ♪

♪ Death row...

"To those before us,

to those amongst us

and to those we'll see on the other side."

Brad Cavner.

To Freddy. And to Brad.

To all the boys.

All the boys.

♪ that I did my best...

So, did your teardown yield anything?

Just that Freddy was an even better shot than we gave him credit for.

11:58, Freddy engages the snipers in the cargo container,

killing the Chechen, before our unknown sniper kills Freddy

and disappears.

I arrive three minutes too late.

♪ Marking days till I get the call...

-What's wrong? -Something isn't tracking.

There are two shooters.

Only one president goes down on stage.

Well, it's a two-mile shot. I mean, maybe one shooter missed.

He did.

Both shooters fired simultaneously

at the Russian president and never took a shot

at Grimes or the Ukrainian.

Watch.

One impacts Drozdov,

the other hits the backdrop behind him.

Two in course, one target.

Killing Drozdov was their primary objective,

and the Colonel put two shooters in the box.

And the Syrians I found in the tunnel?

They were gonna take out a Russian hotel.

Odesa was not a terror attack.

This is a fucking coup.

Brother, something that big...

the Colonel would have to have other people on the ground.

Oliver Grey?

Probably, and-- courtesy of Agent Scheer--

Agent Gregory Isay.

He's the one who marked Freddy's position.

Turns out he has ties to the bratva.

We find them, we get our sniper.

Avenge Freddy, keep chasing Grey.

Look, Raife, I appreciate you giving me a place to regroup,

-but this is not your fight. -Listen, Reece.

When you lost Alpha platoon,

your family...

If I hadn't've kept my distance, you would never have had to rely on Ben.

Ben.

He's a cautionary tale.

No one goes through this life unscathed.

But you're not alone in this.

I was already on this mission.

For whatever reason, the Colonel roped me in, too.

You and I both know there's more going on here.

Another layer, besides Freddy.

So, whatever you decide to do...

I'm a part of it.

All right.

Let's get to work.

-Is this Freddy's range card? -Yeah.

Double three points.

James Reece and Officer Strain said it themselves.

I'm not safe here.

Certainly not if we publish such an inflammatory article.

VoltStreem will be blaming this attack

on the Ukrainian government.

The snipers used American rifles bound for the Ukrainian front.

Yana.

This is why we bought VoltStreem.

To share the truth with the world.

The Russian delegation has already left.

Moscow is sending an armored convoy to get me home.

Home?

To Moscow?

Do you understand what you're saying?

Would you prefer I go back to D.C.?

Set up shop next to the CIA?

If they haven't bugged our offices already.

You promised to fight for Ukraine.

I promised to fight for an end to this conflict.

And going to Moscow is the way to ensure that happens.

Listen.

If you want to stay and coordinate from here,

I support it.

But I leave for Moscow tomorrow.

Explosive new allegations in the assassination

of Russian President Drozdov...

Were U.S. intelligence services involved?

A deep state conspiracy known as Kestrel...

A new article from

VoltStreem journalist Katie Buranek just dropped,

and it may be her most explosive piece of reporting yet.

Did elements inside the CIA

and Ukrainian Defense Department conspire

- Yeah. - to put U.S. weapons

-Yeah. -in the hands of terrorists in Odesa?

Yeah.

Yeah. Okay, brother, I'll see you soon.

Good. You're up.

How do you feel about seeing an old friend?

She locked me out, bro.

Holy shit.

-Reece. -I know who you are.

Jeff Otaktay.

How's she doing?

Happy to be back home.

She doesn't sound happy.

When that article dropped, she popped her stitches

and sent me on a run to get some Advil.

And "click."

I know you don't work at VoltStreem anymore, Jordan,

but somebody is still approving stories, and it sure as fuck wasn't me.

I don't need a fucking babysitter!

All right, I just need you to recant that story ASAP.

Well, fucking figure it out and call me when you're done.

Katie, it's Reece.

- Still working on the book, huh? - Yeah, you know about that?

Yeah. I heard the Hartleys had something to say about it.

The Hartleys are not my problem now.

My problem is that article.

It was a work in progress.

It was just a theory that Raife and I had.

It was not properly sourced or verified.

Well, I mean, who else besides the two of you was in on the story?

Andrenov brought it to me.

-Andrenov? -Yeah, he was convinced

that a covert group was using the Ukraine war for something larger.

He pitched it to me the same day we were attacked in Brussels.

With a drone tied to Raife's company.

- Yeah. - And now he decides to publish

your unfinished story,

blaming the United States and Ukraine.

No such thing as a coincidence on the battlefield, eh?

What?

In your work with Andrenov,

did he ever mention the name Ivan Zharkov,

a Russian who goes by the Colonel?

Who-who is that?

Old-school bratva. Russian nationalist.

How about Oliver Grey?

Yeah, he was the asshole who tried to have me killed.

Did you ever see Andrenov with Oliver Grey?

No.

All right.

On the surface, Odesa looks like another al-Qaeda attack on the global order.

I believe it was a coup,

designed to re-bolster Russia's war effort so Zharkov and his followers

can take power and wipe out Ukraine.

Now, he needs more than

Grey or the bratva to get it done.

He needs someone that he can place in power,

someone he can install.

Someone friendly to the West.

I mean, think about it.

Drozdov gets smoked, Andrenov drops your article.

What better way to sideline the U.S.

than to sow disinformation?

He's blamed us...

...for the assassination that they planned.

And there are already whispers

that Andrenov was on the top of that short list.

Fuck.

If this is true, then Andrenov

wasn't chasing the Kestrel conspiracy, he was part of it.

If I can get you proof of Andrenov's complicity,

what comes next?

You don't usually like the answer to that question, Katie.

People change.

If this theory's true, we need to get the Agency involved.

Give me something tangible.

Something that'll make the Agency listen.

A bit of intel or a person that can directly connect Andrenov

to either Grey or Zharkov.

Change the opening line.

It's a press conference, not a military retreat.

Um...

Uh, okay. Give me a second.

-Yes, ma'am. -I'll come back to you.

Yana, I'm glad you called. I was worried.

Hi. I got your other messages, it's just...

things are a bit complicated here.

-Where are you? -I-I'm recovering.

I'm okay, but listen, I need your help with something.

I just emailed you photos of key conspirators

involved in Drozdov's assassination.

I need you to tell me if you have seen

any of them with Andrenov.

With Vasili?

Uh...

Okay, that's Zharkov.

Heavily involved in bratva, but

have I seen him with Vasili?

Of course not. There's no way. No.

No.

Who is this?

That's a corrupt Russian security officer, Gregory Isay.

Mm-mmm. No.

The next one is Agency. That's Oliver Grey.

Mm, nope.

-Who is this last one? -Oh, that's Grey, too.

He's been changing his appearance in Europe.

That's a mock-up from the Agency.

I've seen someone who looks similar.

-Where? -Um...

It was, uh, it was here in Odesa.

In Vasili's suite, um, right after Drozdov's assassination.

A photographer from the Moscow Dnevnik.

That's Oliver Grey.

-Zharkov's mole in the CIA. -Pavel Egorov.

That was his name.

Let me just log in to the media portal.

I want to see who approved his credentials.

Pavel Egorov.

Did you find it? Anything?

It wasn't Moscow Dnevnik.

It was us.

VoltStreem.

Vasili...

Vasili approved his credentials.

Okay, Yana, I need you

to get me all the proof you can

that Andrenov was working with Grey--

I will get it into the right hands--

and then you need to leave.

No. No, if this is true, I...

I can't leave. I have to help.

I have to stay.

So, the question right now is

whether peace ever stood a chance.

And I, myself, as somebody who was working tirelessly

to become the bridge between the two countries--

I no longer have an answer to that question.

I green-lit this op because the four of you

built the case against Andrenov,

Grey and the Kestrel conspiracy.

You're not Agency, not military.

You can be fully disavowed.

Thanks to our asset, Ms. Tomenko, we know Andrenov is headed

to the Russian-controlled city of Kherson today.

You'll hit him before he gets into

Russian-controlled territory.

You'll infil via helo.

One bird, to limit the footprint.

Otaktay, I want you on overwatch on the 240.

Raife, Mo, I-- boots on the ground.

Ms. Tomenko will mark her and Andrenov's location in the convoy

via her mobile device.

I am returning

to Moscow to help find a way forward.

But if Russia doesn't achieve security through diplomacy,

I understand its need for alternative paths.

Please-- Please, one more question before you go.

What you are authorized to do

is take out a convoy before it reaches Kherson.

What you are not authorized to do

is tangle with Russian military and start World War III.

So, if anybody has any second thoughts, now's the time.

Good.

This is capture-kill.

You bring him in, you break him, he confesses,

that changes everything.

Capture is the priority.

Thirty seconds!

Thirty seconds!

Thirty seconds!

Twenty minutes to Kherson airfield.

Air escort is standing by.

Are we sure Moscow will welcome you?

A country needs a leader.

Even if he is a prodigal son.

Asset's in the third vehicle. Repeat: friendly in

-the third vehicle. -Roger that.

Friendly in the third vehicle.

Ukrainian patrol?

I'm calling it in to find out.

Commencing vehicle

interdiction.

Take it. Soften that target.

Engaging lead vehicle.

Speed up!

Come on!

They're up-armored. They're not stopping!

Contact the QRF!

It's coming back around.

Here we go, guys.

Convoy engaged by unknown helicopter.

Requesting Quick Reaction Force to our coordinates!

For fuck's sake! Faster Yuri, faster!

Hang on, Yana!

Going hot on rockets.

Send it.

Turn over there! Off the road!

Stay with them. We can pick them up on the other side of the trees.

Copy that.

Convoy under attack! We won't make it to the airfield!

Track this location.

Copy. We have your coordinates.

Extraction point: 2.4 kilometers northwest.

Asset says they're headed for that factory.

Russian QRF is inbound.

Be advised, that factory's the start of an active combat zone.

QRF inbound. 9 minutes to your position.

Find cover.

Over there!

Get to cover!

Come on, come on, faster!

Hit those blocking vehicles.

We'll hold here until the QRF arrives!

Yuri, how the fuck did they find us?

Russian QRF, eight mikes out.

Get us on the ground.

We need to grab him before the Russian QRF moves in.

Yana, you have friends in the military.

Find out who this is. The Ukrainians or Americans?

Seven minutes until QRF arrival.

We'll provide eyes in the sky.

Smoke! They're coming in!

Boss, we need to go.

Stand down!

Yana, have you made the call?

No... no reception.

We've identified an extraction point in the Mill.

A warehouse with no roof.

400 meters southwest of your position.

Hold your fire.

Let them come to us.

Boss...

...she's gone.

She's the one who sold us out.

Find her.

And kill her.

And the Americans she's working with.

Yes, sir.

I have eyes on Andrenov.

Moving on target.

Five minutes to Russian QRF.

If that QRF lands, don't wait for me.

Friendly in the open. Move.

Four on the right.

They're closing in.

Advancing.

In a holding pattern. Standing by for extract.

-You okay? -Yeah.

How many men did he leave behind?

Uh, four, maybe five.

I've got Yana.

All threats in this area have been neutralized.

We're moving to the bird.

Three minutes to QRF arrival.

Reece, we need to exfil.

Hold that hallway. We're in position.

Ah!

Our asset says Andrenov is being exfilled at an open-roof warehouse.

Something big coming our way. Some kind of air asset.

Hey, that's a Russian gunship. Time's up.

Pilot asking to RTB. I've got Mo and Yana.

What's your location?

Hold that fucking bird.

Did he retreat, sir?

No.

No, he'll come.

Keep your gun on the door.

Jackpot on Andrenov, but he's down hard.

Rendering aid.

You're going to try to save me now?

Russian QRF is on us.

Radar shows two fast movers inbound.

This place is about to go high-order. We're out of here.

We're not fucking leaving them.

We've got our orders.

We can't engage the Russian QRF.

I want names.

The second sniper.

The one who killed Freddy Strain. Name.

Name!

It wasn't supposed to be Freddy on that roof.

It was supposed to be me?

Why?

Why did you want me in Odesa?

Why?

It was not about you.

It was about Tom Reece, and his crimes against Russia.

What'd you say?

First our fathers...

...now you and me.

What the fuck did my father have to do with this?

Tell me!

Why him?

How do you know my father?

You hear that, Reece?

My men are coming.

Say hello to your father.

I'm going home.

Reece, move!

Fuck!

I'll lay down cover fire.

You run for the exit.

Fuck no. I'm not leaving you.

Someone called in fast movers.

That us?

It's the Ukrainian Air Force, and they got more coming.

We need to get you out of there.

Meet you at extract, two mikes out.

Andrenov?

He left us no choice.

Yana's willing to testify as a witness if needed.

You were never here.

Yana was kidnapped by Andrenov.

As luck would have it, Ukrainian forces were there to extract her.

That was you?

Load up.

This is where I leave you.

It was good to see you again, friend.

Be safe, eh?

You too, Raife. You, too.

-Hope to see you again. -You, too.

From one man branded a terrorist by the United States government to another,

it's been an honor.

The honor's been mine, brother. Really.

So, what's next for you?

Next? Well, Landry ruined my name, my honor.

I intend to restore both...

...after a holiday.

You've fought for freedom your whole life.

I hope you get a chance to enjoy it.

Just for a little bit.

Grey, Zharkov and our second sniper all remain on the board.

Despite Andrenov's death, the political winds seem to be calming.

No retaliation.

Zharkov and the bratva have chosen to distance themselves from Andrenov

rather than admit they couldn't protect their own.

What is this?

Token of our appreciation.

The British Crown reward money for Al-Nawaz.

They announced it after the Christmas market attack.

The Agency isn't allowed to accept it...

...but since you're technically a civilian, I put you in for it.

It's almost four million dollars.

I know nothing is gonna replace what you lost, Reece.

Nothing.

But this will help with the transition back home.

The president also wants me to express his sincere thanks.

He has a doctor lined up for you.

He wants you to get that tumor dealt with, then come back in and work for the Agency.

Have you thought any more about my offer?

I've seen what this job can do to people.

Good people who lose their way.

Those people you're thinking of, they're not you.

You got time.

This place isn't going anywhere.

Until then, I think you deserve some answers

to the questions you've been asking.

Those answers...

...are right down that hall.

Room SB-03.

Oh.

James Reece.

Andy Danreb.

-Sir, from, uh, the Odesa briefing. -Yeah.

It's good to meet you in person. Come on in, have a seat.

So, uh, you know your father's history with the Agency.

Uh, yeah. Joined after Vietnam.

Stayed until my mother was diagnosed.

Ah.

I read the, uh, debrief on the latest op.

Once Andrenov started speaking about your father,

I went searching for any connection

between Tom Reece and our conspirators.

Struck paydirt with our old friend Oliver Grey.

You know Oliver Grey?

Oh, yeah. I never trusted that little weasel.

I called him out on some bad behavior about a few years ago

and they told me to stay in my lane!

I appreciate your candor.

Yeah, well, what are they gonna do?

Put me out to pasture in some small office

and bury me in paperwork?

So, uh...

...Oliver Grey, uh,

knew my father?

Um...

Not exactly.

Grey hid his online presence well,

but I finally cracked his password.

Back in the '90s, Oliver made

a series of requests for intel reports

about Tom Reece. All of 'em centered around

a specific operation in the Vietnam War.

1972, MACV-SOG

was interdicting communist supply lines on the Ho Chi Minh Trail.

They came upon a group

of Russian advisors working with the Viet Cong

and they killed two of them.

One of them was Viktor Zharkov.

The Colonel's brother.

My father killed the Colonel's brother in 'Nam?

Yeah, but Viktor wasn't just related to the Colonel.

I dug deeper and I found a source inside the FSB

who confirmed that Viktor was Vasili Andrenov's father.

This whole thing has been a long game, James.

The Colonel's coup was meant to install his nephew into office.

And if I was a betting man, I'd say that the Zharkovs wanted you there--

Tom Reece's son--

to witness their return to power.

Few people do vengeance better than the bratva.

Present company notwithstanding.

Now, here, uh, here...

...here is all the information that I have on the connection

between Grey, Zharkov and your father.

Thank you, Andy.

Thank you.

That's good work.

There's something else you should know, James.

Your father never left the Agency.

On the day Tom Reece died in Buenos Aires,

he was there for us.

October 28, 1997.

You can find his star on the wall upstairs.

Along with Freddy Strain's.

Don't fucking leave.

You're scared about what's happening to her.

I am, too.

It's easy to get lost in your fear.

When I get lost and afraid...

...searching for direction...

...I've learned there's some place you can always look.

Those stars up there,

they hung over the very first hunters

who went out to provide for their families.

And over all the warriors who fought in every war.

Including mine.

And when a warrior dies in battle,

that's where he goes.

To become a star.

Showing the way forward for the rest of us.

Zharkov.

Reece, what are you doing here?

Can I come in?

Motherfucker.

Sure it's the same one?

1960 Submariner.

You can see the same scratches on the watch face.

Yeah, it's the fucking same one.

How did Grey know your father?

Their paths crossed in the Agency.

He was researching my father for the Colonel.

His movements, his missions.

There's only one way he ends up with my father's watch.

He was there at the end.

Reece...

can I be honest with you about something?

You look like shit.

Well, I mean, the tremors are getting worse.

Headaches, too?

I'm fine.

How many times have you told yourself that this year?

You're not fine.

You're dying.

With unfinished business.

Listen, no one wants you

to get Grey more than I do, but...

he knows that all he's got to do is wait you out.

Raife told me that you,

you didn't sign up for the surgery.

Come on. Reece.

First symptoms of the tumor came up six months before my...

...last deployment.

And I didn't tell...

...I didn't tell a fucking soul.

Not even my wife. Um...

My mother had early-onset dementia, so...

Mm.

...memory lapses started and

early conflations, I thought maybe I was going down that road.

So I hid it.

Instead of dealing with it, I just...

...bottled it up,

kept it from my family and my men and...

Wanted one last deployment.

And then I would face what was coming.

Then we, uh...

I never made it that far.

And I know. I mean...

Memories.

I've seen what happens when people lose their memories. It's...

...memories of the people that you love

that gives you...

...purpose.

Katie, I can't live with that.

You don't have to.

You got a friend who wrote a book

about your entire life.

And all the important people in it.

I finished it.

But I'm not gonna give it to the publisher.

It's for you.

For when, or if, you even need it.

That's your career.

No.

This book was just a distraction.

D.C. was just a distraction.

I told Yana I needed a new assignment.

Going back to cover the war.

Back on the battlefield.

I don't know, well, somebody's got to tell those stories, right?

Fuck yeah.

Yeah, make people listen.

Hey, can I read you a little bit of the prologue?

I think it might be good for you to hear.

Okay?

"What is the true story of James Reece?

Not your story of Reece, but his own.

You may see James Reece as a threat,

or as a consequence

of what happens when we train our best warriors up,

give them the skill set necessary to accomplish the impossible,

and then dismiss them as pawns in the games of the rich,

the connected, the powerful...

but the truth is that James Reece

is first and foremost a father...

...a husband...

...and a son.

Family drove him long before his wife and daughter

were so brutally taken from him.

Like all of us, Reece was born

with the instinct to love and laugh...

...and protect the people he cares about.

His respect

for our freedoms,

for this land, the people,

has fueled his family's service

for three generations.

For Reece, being a hero,

a warrior, isn't just a job,

it's a calling.

One that he answers over and over again.

The truth

about James Reece is

this is his only cause.

And we are all better

and safer for it.

Because James Reece is our

true believer."

♪ It's been so long ♪

♪ Long hard days ♪

Shooter ready.

♪ They don't say ♪

♪ God's change my ways ♪

♪ Change my ways ♪

♪ Those evil ways ♪

♪ So I set out ♪

♪ Cross that way ♪

♪ Strike them down ♪

♪ to make them pay ♪

♪ Change their ways ♪

♪ their evil ways ♪

Are you ready to begin?

James?

I'm ready.

♪ But I can't hide ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ And I won't hide ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ My evil ways ♪

♪ I found out ♪

♪ Their hate grew cold ♪

♪ Did God rise up ♪

♪ damn my soul? ♪

♪ 'Cause I ain't change ♪

♪ Change my ways ♪

♪ I ain't change ♪

♪ so I won't hide ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ I won't hide ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ I can't hide, yeah ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Well, I can't hide ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ My evil ways ♪

♪ Evil ways ♪♪