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MITCH: Here we are
in beautiful Ibiza, Spain.

Beautiful sand.

Beautiful waves.

My favorite shorts.

And my favorite girl
who is about to get...

Oh, my God!

Hey!

- Come on, give it to me.
- MITCH: No! Stop! Come on!

- Mitch!
- MITCH: This is great!

I'm serious.

MITCH: Oh. Oh, my God.
That is so cute.

Honey, this is like...
(CHUCKLES)

Let me film
for just a couple minutes.

- It's like we're honeymooners.
- Oh, my God!

MITCH:
♪ Honeymooners ♪

- "Honeymoon"?
- MITCH: Yeah.

We're not married.

Katrina Harper...

You're my best friend
in the whole world.

Oh, my God. Babe, stop it.
You're gonna make me...

If you get emotional,
you're gonna kill me.

I'm trying to
get through this, babe.

I love you,
more than anything.

Will you marry me?

Oh, my God! (CHUCKLES)

- Yes!
- Yeah?

Yes, Mitch Rapp.

I'll marry you.

Sorry, it's hard one-handed.

You like it?
It was my mom's ring.

I love it.

I love you.

- I'm still...
- Are you filming? Oh, my God! (LAUGHING)

Yeah, I'm still recording.
I'm trying to get this.

Come on, Mitch!

This is why I was filming now.
You see, now you get it.

Smile.

I'm gonna get drinks.

- Okay.
- Yeah?

Don't be too long.

I won't, I won't.

I love you.

I love you.

- (GIGGLES)
- I'll be back.

Engagement drinks
in the water, people.

- WOMAN: Whoo-hoo!
- (PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

Oh. Thank you. Thank you.

Very sweet, thanks.
Babe, we're getting applause.

I love you.

Thank you.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Hola. Como estas?

What can I get you?

Um, can I just get
two drinks, please?

Dos bebidas,
if that's right...

Um, I just got engaged,
so something special.

It can be anything, though.

Oh, you lucky guy.

(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)

Oh, can they be kinda
strong too? Is that cool?

(BARTENDER SPEAKING SPANISH)

Thank you, man.

Oh, whoa.
Maybe not that strong.

(GUNFIRE)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Katrina!

(GROANING)

Katrina!

Katrina?

Katrina!

Mitch!

Mitch!

Mitch!

Mitch!

Katrina!

(GROANS)

(FIRES GUN)

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING)

MANSUR RECRUIT: We're gonna fucking
set your shit on fire, man!

Fuckin' burn,
motherfucker, burn!

AL-MANSUR: To our brothers
across the globe...

Come join our fight
against American imperialism.

They will pay for the murder
of our families,

our friends,
and all children.

(WOMAN SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

SOLDIER: Hold it,
hold it, hold it.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

All right, stop!
Come on, man!

INSTRUCTOR:
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let him go, let him go.
Let him go, let him go!

Break it up. Let him go!

OPPONENT:
What the fuck is your deal, man?

That's it.
You're done, Rapp. Get out.

OPPONENT:
He keeps doing this shit.

Get out!

MITCH:
Have a nice fucking day.

INSTRUCTOR:
You were out of line.

Back to work.
Keep moving.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

(FIRES GUN)

(MAN SHOUTS)
(ALARM RINGING)

MAN:
Get outta there!

You're gonna get yourself killed,
you dumb-ass!

MAN #2:
What's up with this guy?

MITCH: Fuck!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Rapp, why I gotta
tell you again?

Sorry, Mr. Nazir.
I didn't realize it was past 10:00.

I'll try to keep it down.

Yeah, enough with
the sports.

Copy that. All right.
Thanks, Mr. Nazir.

BEN:
He's up again.

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

(CONVERSING IN ARABIC)

Assalam-alaikum.

Walaikum-assalam.

(BOTH SPEAKING ARABIC)

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH SPEAKING ARABIC)

Why have you come?

To help Adnan al-Mansur
achieve his people's destiny.

Inshallah.

I wanted to look
in your eyes.

I don't trust you.

I'm prepared to die a martyr.

What can I do
to earn your trust?

(GUNSHOT)

(MEN COUGHING)

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

No!

SOLDIER:
Step away, now!

(GRUNTING)

Come on!

The fuck off me!

(GRUNTING)

He's dead, it's over.

Easy. Easy. Take it easy.

Area's secure.

DR. FRAIN: You wanted to kill them all,
and then go on killing.

Pretty extreme,
don't you think?

No, I don't think
that's extreme at all.

I think people like that
deserve to die

in the worst ways
you can imagine.

What do you remember
about your parents' death?

Car crash.

I was in Massachusetts.

They were in Tunisia
at the time.

I was 14.

That's what I remember.

You started having
discipline problems.

Got yourself kicked out of
three boarding schools.

Yeah, yeah. I know.
I wonder what that was about.

DR. FRAIN: Let's talk about what happened
after that day on the beach.

MITCH: Oh, Jesus Christ.
Again? Are you kidding me?

DR. FRAIN: (SCOFFS)
Yeah, again.

You gave up everything
after that, didn't you?

Your grad studies
at Brown University.

- MITCH: I must have lost interest.
- DR. FRAIN: In everything?

MITCH:
No, not everything.

(DOOR OPENS)

MITCH:
See you later, Dr. Frain.

See you tomorrow,
same time?

I like the new look.

Irene Kennedy,
CIA Deputy Director

in charge
of Counter-terrorism.

I know who you are.

Any idea how long
you been here?

30 days.

Enough time for you to figure out
a couple things.

Yeah, yeah. I've figured out
a lot about myself.

It's been a very reflective time.
Thank you.

You wouldn't have made it through
the next 20 seconds there alive.

I guess we'll never
know now, will we?

You told Dr. Frain you thought
you were gonna kill Mansur

and wipe out his whole cell.

For starters.

Mmm-hmm.

You had an even bigger agenda,
didn't you, Mitch?

What did you think,

you were gonna jump from cell to cell
taking out terrorists?

Righting the world's wrongs?

Got to Mansur, didn't I?

I mean, it's more
than you accomplished.

I'm gonna let you in
on something.

Our people here, they don't know
what to do with you.

A lot of them think we should
just throw you in a supermax.

Me?

I like your agenda, Mitch.

I can help you with it,
if you throw in with us.

We can teach you how to play
with the big boys.

Yeah, let me
stop you right there.

You don't think I considered
that 18 months ago?

Joining the CIA?

I made the decision to
pursue Mansur on my own

'cause I knew
I could get it done.

What you need to understand
is that I'm the only way.

To get what you want.

Why the hell
would I trust you?

Because I believe in you.

And I'm all you've got.

CIA OFFICER:
What's been confirmed is

the enriched plutonium
has been stolen

from a decommissioned
Russian nuclear facility.

If they get their hands
on a nuclear trigger

and a physicist to build it,

they'd be able to arm it
and detonate it at any time.

IRENE: Tom?

He's testing
through the roof.

Might be the best
I've ever seen.

We've had him under surveillance
for six months.

Martial arts,
gun skills.

I've surveilled dozens
of these vigilantes.

This one is different.

Yeah, well, I've gone
over these, Irene.

He's non-compliant,
he's oppositional.

He got us
into Mansur's cell.

That's a hell of a lot more
than we ever managed.

All right,
Orion is an elite unit, Irene.

A secret unit.

Reports to you, me,
and no one else.

I don't want
to be responsible

for that kind of mistake.

Now, that's Hurley talking.

Yeah, well, he's called me
twice about this.

This kind of psych profile
scares the hell out of him.

As far as he's concerned,

you're sending him a Section 8
with an ax to grind.

What happened to that kid
on the beach,

it changed him.

You can't train that
into someone.

His psych profile is exactly
what I've been looking for.

(STANSFIELD SIGHS)

Polygraph?

Flying colors.

All right.
Good luck with Hurley.

Oh, Irene.

We'll have fresh intel
on the Russian

plutonium situation
in two hours.

Stay by your phone.

Yeah.

You can take
the blindfold off.

So, what do I need to know
about this guy?

IRENE:
Stan Hurley.

He's a warrior.

Ex-Navy SEAL.

My daddy served with him
in the Persian Gulf.

Did you go through
this program?

IRENE: I went through a program.
Not this one.

It's not like becoming
a spy or Special Ops,

none of those things.

Good.

DR. FRAIN:
So, what are your goals, Mitch?

MITCH:
My goals?

My goal is to have them
lie awake at night,

knowing I'm coming for them.

(DOG BARKING)

I thought you were supposed
to be on the patch.

You saw those tests.
Yeah, I saw them.

He's off the charts.

I've seen off the charts before.

And he's got
none of the bad habits

he'd have to unlearn
if he had military training.

Unlearn?

Come on, Stan.

You drop one of your Navy SEALs
in an urban setting,

you can spot the boot camp
on them a mile away.

We're not fighting the...

Cold War? Yeah, I know.

You keep telling me that,
Miss Deputy Director.

Oh, wow.
"Miss Deputy Director."

Your daddy
would agree with me.

I'll be checking in with you
every 48 hours.

I'm on a plane to London
in the morning.

And go back on the patch,
for God's sake.

Don't prove me wrong.

(ENGINE STARTING)

She ain't coming back.

Hey.

Eyes front and center.

Sorry.

"Sorry"? Do I look like one of
your college professors?

You talk to me,
you call me "sir," son.

Yes, sir.

What the fuck
you doing here?

Did you have some bad things
happen to you,

some shitty things
happen to you?

Now you wanna kill
those mean old terrorists.

Go get some bad guys.

What makes you think
you can make it

through my selection process?

Permission to speak, sir?

Sure, go ahead
if you got something to say.

Like this is all a big mistake
and you wanna go home.

You wanna go home? Good.

Get the fuck out of here.
I'll drive you myself.

Not at all, sir.

I was gonna suggest we maybe
speed this whole thing up?

My guess is,
if you and I go hand-to-hand,

you could probably figure out
inside of 20 seconds

whether or not I have
what it takes to make it

through your
selection process.

So, what do you think?

We got an empty cot,
empty footlocker.

They're both yours
as long as you can last.

Sounds good.

Follow me.

See you out there.

Heard a lot about you,
by the way.

Excited to see
what you got.

Kill me.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

People think you can slice
a man's throat like this.

That's only in the movies.

Right there.

Do it.

No noise. No mess.

(MITCH PANTING)

Victor, you're up.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

What the fuck, man?

Who grabs a fucking blade?

Come on, you fuckin' pussy.
Let's go!

You gotta have eyes
in the back of your head.

You flinch, you die.

Orion is about the mission.

It ain't about you.

You go down out there, you're a ghost,
you don't exist.

There's nobody,
nobody coming back for you.

You're about to be captured.

(GUN CLICKS)

Bye-bye.

(SPITS)

STANSFIELD:
We now know 15 kilos of plutonium-239

went missing
during the Russian breach.

IRENE: It's enough to build
a full-scale nuclear weapon.

But that would likely require
the resources of a nation-state.

As Iranian Chief
of General Staff,

I share your concern.

We have been monitoring
the situation as you have.

I'm afraid
we too are in the dark.

ASHANI:
For Iran, of course,

a nuclear weapon
is off the table.

We have a treaty.

You have countrymen who are
not too happy about that.

We monitor your nuclear enrichment
program pretty closely,

but black market
plutonium-239 from Russia...

Would be difficult
for inspectors to detect.

Ms. Kennedy, yes?

- (BEHRUZ CHUCKLES)
- Mmm-hmm.

I assure you
as Minister of Defense

that we in Iran recognize
how much the spirit of comity

between our nations
would be compromised

if we were to acquire

weapons-grade plutonium
from any source.

STANSFIELD:
Yes, it would.

Same goes for
your clients outside Iran,

Hezbollah. Hamas.

The Houthis.

Nuclear weapons are a danger
in any hands, Director.

Wasn't that your pretext
for your invasion

of our neighbor to the west?

One that cost
500,000 Iraqi lives

and left
a wake of destruction

from which our region
has never recovered.

General Rostami, we came only
to tell you what we know.

(BEHRUZ CHUCKLES DRYLY)

Is that a threat?

Of course not,
Minister Behruz.

Gentlemen, I very much
appreciate you meeting with us.

ROSTAMI:
Not at all.

I only wish we could
offer more insight.

Thank you.

STANSFIELD:
I don't trust General Rostami.

We need to keep this quiet.

How ready is Orion?

I'll check in with Hurley.

(GUNSHOT)

INSTRUCTOR:
Why is there no one on watch?

(GUNFIRE)

You're all dead.

VICTOR:
Yeah, yeah. I got it, I got it.

You're dead.

What?

You wanna say something to me?
Say it. Go on, say it.

You got 30 seconds!

HURLEY:
These are your targets.

Memorize them.

It's your responsibility
to be able to identify them.

You shoot a combatant,
you get a point.

You miss, you get a shock.

You shoot a noncombatant,
you get a bigger shock.

Combatant shoots you...

Let's just say
you're gonna feel it.

Ready?

Go.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(GROANS)

What's Hurley doing?

He's fucking
with his head.

(GUNSHOTS)

(BOTH GROAN)

(GROANS)

(BOTH GROAN)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

Fuck!

Fucking AR bullshit.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Shall we?

Okay.

That's clever.

Raw plutonium.

Highly enriched,
as promised.

Let's hope.

(CRACKLING)

Wow, that's a beautiful
sound, gentlemen.

May I?

(EXHALES) Okay.

Wire the money.

That, I can do.

This is a cell phone.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(GHOST SIGHS IN RELIEF)

(CHUCKLES)

(SPEAKING POLISH)

GHOST: Okay.

(SPEAKS POLISH)

(ALL SPEAKING POLISH)

(PANICKED SHOUTING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

NEWS ANCHOR:
It now appears that all seven victims

were shot with
a single weapon,

believed to be a Glock 29.

Traces of
weaponized plutonium

were detected
inside the van

where the bodies
of three Russians

and two Warsaw
police officers were found.

The Russian government
has confirmed

that the chemical footprint
of the plutonium in question

is a match to the plutonium
that was stolen

from the decommissioned

processing facility
in Tobolsk.

Security footage is being
analyzed by Polish police,

now working in
conjunction with Interpol,

to identify the shooter
and his connection

to the missing plutonium.

The identity of the shooter
remains unknown...

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Hi, excuse me.

How can I help you?
Question.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

CASHIER:
May I help you?

MITCH:
No, thanks. I'm okay.

- Ow! Ow! Ow!
- HURLEY: Hey! Hey! Hey!

Rapp! God damn it!

You have to
stay under control.

WOMAN:
Dickhead!

Asshole doesn't know
when to quit.

- You're kidding me, right?
- I just saved your ass.

You've gotta know when the mission's
been accomplished, Rapp.

- Sir, he's a fucking...
- Which he did.

Never assume your target
is the only target.

The enemy dresses like a deer
and he kills like a lion.

And that's what
we gotta do.

We just gotta
do it better.

All right.

You're an asshole.

(DOOR OPENS)

We got a problem.

Six weeks ago,
there was a breach

at a decommissioned
Russian plutonium facility.

I'm aware.

What you don't know is 15 kilos
of plutonium went missing.

Weapons-grade.

That's a shit-ton
of plutonium.

And it just changed hands.

I wanna show you something.

Take a look at this.

Does that face
bong a gong for you?

Or is it just me?

It can't be him.

Our drones took him out after
the embassy bombing at Bamako.

We never got
a positive ID.

That's our mad dog
out there.

All right.
Let's say it's him.

It's him, Irene.

This gives us a chance to kill
two birds with one stone.

Hamdi Sharif.

He's an arms dealer
working out of Turkey.

Four days ago, he purchased
a Russian-designed nuclear trigger.

And he's gonna be selling it.

IRENE:
Sharif's got the honey.

Now we just wait
for the bee.

We go in,
we fuck up their deal.

And we take 'em both out.

You're going to Istanbul.

We have an agent in place.

She'll meet you
at the airport.

All right.

Annika Ogden. We've had her
on the ground over there

for five years.

I want Rapp on the team.

Really?

He's ready, Stan.

Actually, Irene,
he's not ready.

But he will be.

(DOOR CLOSES)

You wanted to see me, sir?

Yeah. Shut the door.

We're shipping out.

Set those down there.

You like movies?

Sure.

MITCH:
I got something for you.

What the fuck is this?

Yeah, I thought so.

- You thought so?
- Yeah.

Why are you
even alive, Rapp?

You ever
asked yourself that?

Why you? You know,
of all those people?

You're special, I guess.

KATRINA:
Oh, my God!

You want me to turn it up?

- KATRINA: I'll marry you!
- MITCH: Take it!

You're a fucking coward, you know that?
Turn that shit off.

MITCH: What do you think?
It's my mom's ring.

You gonna turn it off?

- MITCH ON VIDEO: Katrina!
- (PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(GUNSHOT)
(MITCH GROANS)

HURLEY:
Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?

I don't.

(GROANS)

(CHOKING)

You made a big mistake.

You let emotion
cloud your judgment.

Never, ever
let it get personal.

You understand?

(PANTING)

(COUGHING)

(CONTINUES PANTING)

Yeah, I got it.

Be ready to go by 5:00.

See you at 4:30.

You know what
you're gonna do here?

- No, sir.
- Correct. You don't.

So keep your eyes open
and your mouth shut.

And wait for my orders.

(ALL CONVERSING IN TURKISH)

(ALL GREET IN TURKISH)

Hamdi Sharif, a real-estate
mogul/arms dealer.

He's like Santa Claus
for terrorists.

Scumbag.

Spare me
your junior-year-abroad

moral opinion,
would you, Rapp?

Not really an opinion, sir.
Sharif's a piece of shit.

It's not a crusade.

This mission is practical.
Don't make it...

Personal?

- Exactly.
- Yes, sir.

Victor, you're with me.

Rapp, you and Annika
are eyes on.

ANNIKA:
Sharif has a routine.

Let's see if anything
breaks his pattern.

- Got it?
- Yes, sir.

All right, we got 48 hours.

Quick, clean.
No footprint.

This town's ready
to blow as it is.

(INAUDIBLE)

ANNIKA:
Where the hell are you going?

(SPEAKS TURKISH)

That was
fucking reckless, Rapp.

I took
the initiative, sir.

- VICTOR: He could've been made.
- Well, I wasn't.

Here we go.

11:00 a.m. tomorrow.

A meeting at a restaurant
on Akbiyik Street.

That's right before Sharif
goes to see his mistress.

That breaks his pattern.

VICTOR:
I'll tell you what'll break his pattern.

When that fucking assistant
tells his boss

he lost his goddamn phone.

MITCH: He won't.

He's too afraid of Sharif to let him know
he screwed up.

All right. We go tomorrow.

What's the mission, sir?

Eliminate the target.
Eliminate the recipient.

Obtain the package.

MITCH:
And what's the package?

We'll know it
when we see it.

You're lead.

You're backup.

(SPEAKING TURKISH)

(CONVERSING IN TURKISH)

He thinks we're married.

Don't think too much.

You'll lose your nerve.

No, I don't think so.

It'll be your first time.

Yeah, not in my mind.

Lead, your friend's
arriving now.

VICTOR: Copy.

And he brought a shitload
of military protection.

HURLEY:
I'll take care of the MPs.

Oh, come on, now, honey.
Don't be mad.

No, no, no.

I had a few. Yeah, I did.

I'll make it up to you
when I get home.

You know that.

(BOTH SPEAKING TURKISH)

Call it in. Call it in,
or I'll cut your fucking throat.

(SPEAKING TURKISH)

(WHISTLING)

(SOLDIERS CHATTERING
IN TURKISH)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(SIREN WAILING)

(CHOKING)

HURLEY:
Lead, you're a go.

Survey 2, get in place.

Be careful in there.
I got it.

Pardon.

(TURKISH MUSIC PLAYING)

(SHARIF SPEAKING TURKISH)

(GROANS)

(PEOPLE GASPING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Target's gone. Target's gone.

Get back!

Lead?

Dead.

Mission terminated.

Exfil to secure location.
Confirm.

Survey 2, you better let me
hear you fucking confirm.

God damn it, this is a fucking mess.
We're out of here.

(SPEAKING TURKISH)

(START ENGINE)

(BOTH SPEAKING TURKISH)

Don't worry,
I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm gonna hurt your boss.

(SPEAKING TURKISH)

(DOGS BARKING)

Shit.

Hurry up!

(SPEAKS TURKISH)

(DOGS SNARLING)

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

(PANTING)

(SPEAKS TURKISH)

(DOGS BARKING)

(SPEAKING TURKISH)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(MITCH GROANS)

(GROANS)

No, please.

Please, don't. Don't.

No.

You disobeyed
a direct order.

MITCH: No, I made a decision
to pursue the target,

and I completed the mission.

And, sir, isn't that what I'm here to do?
Isn't that my job?

Your fucking job is to do
what I fucking tell you to do!

What, you prefer
I leave him alive, then,

let him go?
That piece of shit?

(DOOR OPENS)

Stan?

Good, you're here.
I wanna show you something.

Wait here.

Look at that.
That's the kind of bullshit

that could shut us down.

Kid can't even follow
a fucking order.

Victor got made.
Rapp didn't.

Why does this kid give you
such a fucking hard-on?

Don't talk to me like that!
I'm your superior.

My superior, Irene?

Your superior,
God damn it.

Do you have any idea
how long I spent looking

for someone with
that kid's talent and balls?

Rapp stays.

HURLEY:
You're giving me an order?

That's an affirmative.

Can you give us a minute?

Look at this.

The trigger must have been
in that car.

HURLEY:
Look at him.

Lookin' at me.

Everything he did there,

I taught him how to do it.

Stan.

HURLEY:
I should've left him in the Navy.

I'm gonna kill
that son of a bitch.

IRENE:
Stan, listen to me.

The only thing
that matters now

is that fucking lunatic
has everything he needs

to build a nuclear weapon.

STAN: He's got a trigger.
Now he needs to buy a physicist.

We just have to figure out

where they're gonna
build this thing.

Ben.

That computer our boy Rapp
lifted from Sharif's house,

there's evidence of a $2 million
transfer to a bank account in Rome.

Cash prepped
for withdrawal.

Rome.

(MAN SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(BOTH SPEAKING
OTHER LANGUAGE)

Your money.

GHOST:
I've been reading up, Minister.

You Iranians probably
all learn this growing up,

or at least you did before
you signed that treaty.

But me, I had no idea
about these fun facts.

Yeah, I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Inside three miles,
apparently you just vaporize.

Some folks don't.

They get all
black and charred,

and dense as lead,
and no one knows why.

Inside five miles,
everything is sucked into a void,

hotter than
the core of the sun.

How about that?

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

You'll get the rest of your money
when the job's done.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

Where is my physicist?

He'll pick up his money,
then we'll pick him up.

(JAVEED SPEAKING
OTHER LANGUAGE)

We'll need an extra day to configure
the weapon, then it's all yours.

Kill as many Jews
as you want.

Do you practice
Salah, brother?

I receive my payment,
complete the project.

That's my practice, brother.

Very well.

MITCH:
Who was that guy?

In Istanbul.

It seemed like he was
a step ahead of us.

Hey, you gonna fill me in
here or what?

There's some bad people planning
on doing some bad things,

and it's our job
to stop them.

You still haven't said
anything about Victor.

Victor's gone.
Victor doesn't exist.

What is it you think
we do here, Rapp?

I think we kill people
who need to be killed.

And who do you trust
to tell you?

I follow orders.

No, you follow orders
when they suit you.

This whole thing
is pretty much

just a means to an end
for you, isn't it?

A lot's happened
in my life, sir.

- Really? Huh.
- Yeah.

So you think
you were sent here

as an outlet
for your self-pity,

and your anger,
and all your guilt. Right?

Patriotism exists

because people like you and people
like me need a higher cause.

Something bigger than us.

That stink coming outta you

you like to call "revenge,"
the rest of us call "shit."

And as soon as
it starts to feel good,

that's when you stop
being a professional.

And then what are you?

Tell us something good,
darling.

We're in their system.

The moment that transfer from
Sharif's account is picked up,

we'll know it.

Boy, you just smile,
and the Red Sea parts.

Works in the Med, too.

I'll bet it does.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Cash withdrawal from Sharif's account.
$2 million, U.S.

There's our physicist.
Let's go.

Welcome to the Boscolo
and enjoy your stay.

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

He's in 1448.

And we're next door.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Code in.

Victor-Charlie 1109.

HURLEY:
Confirmed.

MITCH: Suite 1448.
We're in 1449, right next door.

All right.
We'll grab the physicist,

and we'll take out whosever
coming for him.

Signal every 15 minutes.

Hey.

I know what happened
to you.

I'm sorry.

I understand you.

More than you know.

I know what it's like
to lose people you love.

We're gonna get
these fuckers.

(GROANS)

Fuck!

Where the hell are you?

Hurley...

Where is he?

I don't know
what you're talking...

(GRUNTS)

(MITCH BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROANS)

Where is he?

He outside?

(GRUNTING)

(MAN GROANS)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

BARTOSH:
Please, no.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

Please.

MITCH:
Hurley, what the fuck?

I thought you were eyes on,
why didn't you spot 'em?

They were already
in the damn hotel.

Local mafia's
working with 'em.

I'll tell Kennedy
we have the physicist.

What the hell just happened
out there, huh?

That's twice now this guy's
blown up our entire op.

What's the target?
Huh? What's the target?

- I don't know, mister.
- Yeah, you do.

Huh?

Do you think I'm stupid?

He's an American.
He said your name.

Did you train this guy?

- You like to smoke?
- Oh, Jesus Christ!

- Are you a smoker?
- BARTOSH: I don't...

- Wait!
- Bad habit.

Wait, stop! Wait, wait!
I know something.

- What do you know?
- I know something.

There is a man... There is
a man they call Ghost.

Ghost. I think it was
an Iranian man said it.

Uh-huh. Where are they
building the bomb?

- I just took the money.
- Where are they building it?

Where are they building it?

All right, here.
Take some time to think about it.

Ghost. Is that his name?

Why is this guy after you?

Something personal, sir?

They're building a nuke.

Hotel Navona.

- Clean yourself up.
- Wait.

(BARTOSH GRUNTING)
Don't go.

NEWS ANCHOR: America's president
has ordered the Sixth Fleet

out of the U.S. Naval base
in Naples, Italy.

The Sixth Fleet is now
southwest off the coast...

Let me help you.

No, it's okay.
I'm fine.

You're not.

(SIGHS)

How are you holding up?

I was afraid today.

I thought
we were going to die.

Yeah, I'm either always afraid
or never afraid.

I don't know which.

There you go.

Just relax now.

We'll search for
Ghost tomorrow.

(GASPS) You scared me.

Who are you?

What do you mean?

You said "Ghost."

- What about him?
- I never told you that name.

Hurley did.

Yeah, I think
you're full of shit.

- Mitch.
- Who are you?

- Mitch, what's wrong with you?
- Who do you work for?

I'm CIA.

Now don't fucking lie to me!

I'm not lying!

You're Iranian, aren't you?

Get the fuck away from me!

(GROANS)

(CHOKING)

Are you working
with the Iranians?

(COUGHING)

Tell me the truth.
Tell me the truth!

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

You Iranian intelligence?

Are you Iranian intelligence?

What do you know
about Ghost?

CIA OFFICER:
We're gonna need the decryption device.

You were right, Mitch.

This Iranian mole
is a tough nut to crack.

All I could get from her
was her handler. Azad Ashani.

Happens to be
a friend of mine.

I'm gonna go
pay him a visit.

- Okay, I'm going with you.
- No.

I need you to stay here.

Kennedy's on her way
with the CIA team

and a Mossad team.

She's gonna ask me
where you went.

What the hell
am I supposed to say?

That's right, she is.
And you're gonna be smart,

and you're gonna
keep your mouth shut,

and you're gonna
cover my ass.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I still have it.

(CHUCKLES)

Very nice.

I am always happy
to meet you, Stan...

But never happy why.

Well, maybe next time
we'll meet for pizza.

Your girl's tough,
by the way.

Go easy on her.

She's my niece.

Yeah.

What have you got for me?

The men behind all this
are General Rostami,

our military
chief of staff,

and our defense minister,
Behruz.

Both are very powerful,

and both are very angry about
the nuclear treaty we made with you.

They have been
trying to acquire

nuclear materials
for the past two years.

And they are the ones

who hired the mercenary
called Ghost.

Rostami is now in Tehran,
but Behruz is here in Rome.

Annika has been tracking
his movements through his cell phone.

And they're
building it here?

I wish I knew.

We have their physicist.

They can't build it
without him.

But...

The mercenary asked Behruz

to use one of ours,
an Iranian.

Behruz agreed.
That was rash.

It means
they are in a hurry.

And the target's Israel?

I wish I had
better information for you.

(GUNSHOT)
(GROANS)

(HURLEY GROANS)

Where the hell is Hurley?

You gotta tell me
what's going on here. Now.

That guy he trained,
who the hell is he?

That's not something you
need to know right now.

What are you covering up?

When you've got a level-5
security clearance

and 20 years' experience,
talk to me.

Until then,
shut up and do your job.

I want her cell phone
decrypted and scanned.

BEN: Local PD pulled a body
from the harbor an hour ago.

Gunshot to the chest.

Iranian intelligence officer,
Azad Ashani.

Christ!

That's the guy
Hurley went to meet.

Stupid son of a bitch!

All right, so what do we do?
We gotta go after him.

There's a fucking nuke
in play, Rapp.

That's the mission,
and the only mission.

This is now a joint
CIA-Mossad operation,

whether we like it or not.

Can you get the Director
on the phone?

So you're just gonna
write him off then?

That's the plan?

Stan Hurley is the closest
thing to family I've got.

And if he were
standing here right now,

his only question would be,

why are we wasting our breath
talking about him?

You're through here.

You're going home,
that's an order.

Now, sit down
and shut up.

Why are you helping me?

Your handler Ashani
was killed.

Hurley was with him.
Something happened.

I'm going after him.

I need your help.

We gotta go.

GHOST: Stan.

I've looked forward to this.

I'm sure you have, Ronnie.

I wanna show you something.

All right.

Savages. Right, Stan?

But you know something?
I don't blame them.

I blame you.

Never would've happened

if you would have
followed orders, Ronnie.

"You go down out there,
you're a ghost.

"You're a John Doe.

"You get captured?"

Oh, you remember.
That's very gratifying.

Thank you.

You made me proud
today, Ron.

You should've come for me.

Ten men would've died.

You put 10 men's lives
in danger,

'cause you couldn't follow
a fucking order.

- Fuck you.
- GHOST: Fuck orders.

- Fuck the mission!
- Fuck you.

This was me.
I was your boy, I believe that.

You made me believe that.

Ashani had their people
tracking Minister Behruz's

secure cell phone.

MITCH:
So, we find Behruz, we find Hurley.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Mitch!

(DRIVER SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(HORNS HONKING)

HURLEY:
Oh, yeah, look at that.

Did you learn that
in Aleppo?

No.

You always told us
what to expect, Stan.

Now,

where's the rest of
your team?

(LAUGHS)
Come on, Ronnie, really?

Don't call me that.
Where's the rest of your team?

Your new boy out there,
he on my tail?

Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie.
There's your first mistake.

You never start
with a real question.

You start slow.

You get inside
your subject's head.

Stan, I'm gonna ask you
one more time.

(SIGHS) There's your
second mistake. Number two.

You don't say, "one more time."
You already...

(GROANING) Damn!

(SHUDDERS)

Now, what's that
third mistake, Stan?

Huh? What is it?

Go ahead! Go ahead!

I got nine more! I like this.

I like it.
Go ahead, bring it on!

You motherfucker!

(MAN SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

Ronnie wants to know
if I got a team outside.

Right, Ron?

If it's safe
to move your bomb.

(SPEAKS OTHER LANGUAGE)

Are we being followed?

(SPEAKS OTHER LANGUAGE)

Where's the new me?

I've done my research.
I know all about him.

"The new me..."
Oh, you mean Mitch?

You know, Mitch,
he's unpredictable.

You never know about Mitch.

He might be here,
he might be there.

He's like you, but you're
a real Section 8.

Enough.

- Schizo mom.
- Where are they?

- Loser dad.
- Where are they?

(GROANING)

God!

Where's the rest of
your team?

Half-wit mom, psycho dad...

Where's the rest of
your team?

- You're pond scum.
- Where are they?

Pond scum!
You're fucking...

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(GROANING)

I'm sorry
about your handler.

Ashani was my uncle.

I'm sure
it was Minister Behruz

and General Rostami
who had him killed.

They want nuclear war
with Israel.

We tried to stop them.

My brother and father
both died fighting them.

Corviale. Turn here.

You know what
my real mistake was?

I trusted you.

You made me feel like
I was the Second Coming.

And you acted like my father.

I trusted you and I trusted
the United States Navy.

(HURLEY GROANING)

U.S. of A. does it, it's gotta be good.
Right, Stan?

Except

nobody told me the business
y'all are really in.

You create monsters.

That's just what you do.

Those people
who did this to me,

you think
they're barbarians?

Bullshit.

(GROANING)

Where's the decryption
I asked for?

Rapp grabbed her smartphone
before we could get any of it.

And we can't find him.

Surveillance cameras
picked up Rapp

taking out our agents
five minutes ago.

What the hell are you doing?

There's not a single thing
happening here

that you didn't make happen.

God bless fucking America,
huh, Stan?

Hoorah!

Hoorah!

I can tell you
where Mitch is...

GHOST:
What's that third mistake, Stan?

Mitch...

I can't hear you.

(GHOST GROANS)

Fuck!

Third mistake,

never get too close.

Finish your
personal business here.

Your work is done.

The bomb is armed.

- Timer is set up?
- Yes.

He's playing you.

Bomb's not for you,
it's for him.

It was his plan all along!

Dead zone.

We're not getting
any signals here.

(MITCH SIGHS)

MITCH:
Come on. Come on.

Wait a second.

(SPEAKS OTHER LANGUAGE)

(MEN SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

What are you gonna do
with it?

GHOST:
No, Stan.

"What are we gonna do
with it?"

Why are we in Rome, Ronnie?

I like Rome.

It's good food.

Never, ever thought
I'd die in the field.

Ain't it crazy?

I always figured it would be,
I don't know,

some cabin in the woods
with my dog.

GHOST: Me?

I think I want water.

There's just something
peaceful about dying at sea.

All right.

Let's get it over with.

No, you'd like that,
wouldn't you?

I ain't gonna kill you.

You're gonna live to see

the crown of
your creation, Stan.

Thousands of Americans
are gonna burn.

All because of you.

Enjoy the show.

Get ready.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Go.

(MAN SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(MAN GRUNTING WEAKLY)

(MAN COUGHING)

BEHRUZ:
Please help me.

Annika.

(BOTH SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(YELLS)

Whoa!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GROANS)

CIA OFFICER:
We've got an explosion detected.

Here.

A half click
off the Fiumicino waterways.

It's underground.

- Delta One, go!
- Let's go.

IRENE:
Get a chopper out there.

(HURLEY GRUNTING)

You're not supposed
to be here, Rapp.

Yeah, what are you
gonna do, fire me?

There's another passage down there.
He's got the nuke.

- You gonna be good?
- Go. Go!

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

GHOST:
Put the gun down.

Or she's dead.

I want to see
my family, Mitch.

No, Annika, you don't.

I want to see my family.

GHOST:
Come on, Mitch. Be nice.

She wants to live.

She wants to see her family.

Put the gun down.

Annika!

(GUN CLICKING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

The bomb can't be stopped.

Just like you couldn't stop

that beautiful girl from
dying on the beach.

Irene.

The bomb's on a boat.

IRENE:
Hurley?

How do you know?

Ronnie wanted to die at sea.

Is the Sixth Fleet
out on maneuvers?

IRENE:
Oh, my God.

Bring up ISR feeds.

Get me eyes in the sky
over the coastline

and put the Sixth Fleet
on nuclear alert.

Tom.

The target is the Sixth Fleet
and it's 25 miles offshore.

It's a shame.

The last thing your girl saw
was you not saving her.

(LAUGHS)

MAN ON P.A.:
General quarters.

All hands,
man your stations.

This is not a drill.
I repeat, this is not a drill.

Inbound, small vessel-borne
nuclear device.

Man decon stations.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Didn't Hurley teach you
anything, little brother?

To never make it personal.

(YELLS)

This isn't personal.

(GROANS)

(COUGHING)

Shit.

The bomb has a timer
and a release trigger.

We take out his boat,
it'll detonate.

If it goes off
above the waterline...

Disaster. There'll be fallout
all over the mainland.

USS Flynn...

Prepare to engage.

The boat
is turning, sir.

Who's driving that boat?

Rapp.

Go.

Sir?
Go!

What are you doing? Hurley.

Hurley?

HURLEY: Trying to get our boy
to throw the bomb in the water.

Flynn, you are clear
to fire when ready.

Do not fire, Commander.
The boat is turning.

CAPTAIN: If we don't engage,
that guarantees detonation.

I understand there's a risk,

but this is the best chance
we've got.

Shit! God damn it!

There he is.

Get me on that boat's
marine bandwidth.

Rapp!

Rapp!

Can you hear me?
Pick up the radio!

Throw the bomb overboard!

No way, sir, I gotta get
further away from the fleet!

Rapp!

For once in your life,
take a goddamn order!

The Sixth Fleet is
about to blow you to hell!

HURLEY:
Command, Delta Two,

the bomb's in the water.

Commander, hold your fire!
The bomb's in the water.

Flynn, hold fire!

Hold fire!

Hold fire!

Got less than 30 seconds.

All right, go!
Get outta here!

Jesus.

(MEN SHOUTING)

CAPTAIN:
Brace for impact.

Sir, yes, sir!

Holy shit.

Hold on!

(ALARM BLARING)

Brace!

You shouldn't have
come for me.

Don't get used to it, son.

(LAUGHS)

Hurley...

Looks like we're gonna
be all right up here.

I think.

Damage control central.
Report.

OFFICER:
Pressure is normalizing.

We have multiple
hull breaches.

Radiologicals, Eisenhower?

Low... Low levels.

Initiating countermeasure
wash-down.

Commander,
any casualties?

The Flynn took
some serious damage.

The casualty reports
aren't in yet,

but if it had gone off above the
waterline, I don't think we'd be here.

Eisenhower,

my prayers are with you all.

Hurley, is Rapp there?

Hold on a minute.

Yeah, go ahead.

You okay, Mitch?

Oh, yeah. I'm fantastic.

You saved
a lot of lives today.

Took some losses, too.

What the hell
are you looking at?

You look like a mummy.
(CHUCKLES)

Yeah.

Well...

A mummy doesn't have to
write up reports.

Dictate them.
You should be good at that.

NEWS ANCHOR:
Iranian official, General Rostami,

the leader of the minority
opposition in Tehran,

claims that he has proof
that a secret group

of assassins
within America's CIA

are responsible for
last week's nuclear event.

With the Iranian
presidential election

just two weeks away,

General Rostami continues
to rise in popularity.

They say
General Rostami is

gonna be the next
President of Iran.

Yeah.

He didn't even have to blow
up Israel to get there.

He's gonna be a major pain
in the ass, too.

Where's Rapp?
I can't reach him.

How the hell do I know
where Rapp is?

I'm a mummy in a hospital.

Rostami has full support
for restarting

Iran's nuclear program.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)