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In the church,

we often don't know
how to relate to

friends or... or family members
who are struggling.

That means a lot of people,
even in our church,

feel really alone.

So let's show them our love

and send these boys off
in the embrace of God's love.

Joe Lee, Michael Randolph
and Benjamin Ellis.

Come on.

Yeah. That's right.

Gentlemen, please
join me up here on stage.

We pray, dear Lord,

for those that wield
the swords so that...

that righteousness
may triumph

and wrongdoings
may be vanquished.

For these men
are our protectors.

Lord, please
comfort their families

while these men
are deployed.

Bestow special grace
upon all these children.

May God bless you
and protect you.

And may God bless America.
Amen.

Amen.

Sorry.
I didn't want to wake you up.

That's all right.
I was already awake.

How's training going?

Do we have time
for night sex or no?

I think he's awake.

Doesn't he have school today?

No, it's Saturday.

Aren't they
in school on Saturdays?

Not since 1953.

I liked 1953 a lot. It's a great year.

Want to say hi to Dad?

Hi.

- Hey, Dad.
- What you got there?

Oh, look at that.

- That's you in the airplane.
- Mm-hmm.

And those are the clouds.

He's been working on that
all week for you.

That's incredible.

Give us a hand. Okay.
Come on.

- Jack? Jack?
- I'm right behind you, Dad.

- Jack? Jack?
- Dad, I'm right here.

Come on. You got this.

I believe in you.

I'm gonna be right here,
okay?

If you need anything,
I'm gonna be right here.

All right. You ready?

- No.
- Yeah, you are.

No. Please don't leave me.

I'm not leaving you.
I'm right here.

Jack, look at me.

Three... two... one.

Now, let go, son.
Swim to me.

- No.
- You've got this.

That's it. Let go.
Eyes on me.

Use your feet.

That's it!
You're swimming, Jack.

You're swimming. Come on!

You're doing it, Jack.
You're swimming. Come on!

You did good, son.

Mom! I did it!

- Yeah, you did.
- I did it!

Dad, I think I can swim now.
Look.

Again!

Look at that.

An inch in seven months.

An inch in seven months.
How about that?

- Is that enough?
- That's a lot. That's perfect.

Hi, this is Sheila
from Bills Recovery.

I just wanna check in with
y'all on your past due paym...

Message deleted.

Hey, James. Listen, man,
I'm sorry to ruin your weekend,

but the CO is testing
the whole team.

Uh, you better get down here.

Army Sergeant
First Class James Harper.

At ease, Sergeant.

This is our new CO,
Lieutenant Colonel Roberts.

Knee was shredded. Again.

- Great job with the rehab.
- Thank you, sir.

Your lung precludes high altitude
or underwater operations.

I've done four combat rotations
in five years with that lung, sir.

You can relax,
Sergeant Harper.

Blood work came back
filthy with Stanozolol,

Nandrolone,
phenylpropionate and HGH.

You're an SOF medical sergeant.

Should have known better.

I wanted to stay on the team, sir.
I wanted to stay on the team.

I have no idea what
your previous COs encouraged,

but I won't accept that
in my unit.

Big Army recommended a revocation
of your Special Forces tab.

And although I disagree with your
choices, I'm not going to do that.

You're leaving the army
with an honorable discharge,

but you're losing your benefits,
which include your pension and health care.

Dismissed.

James.

- You don't have to say anything.
- Look. They're cleaning house.

- You made it easy for them.
- I'll own up. I understand.

With your rep,

every private's gonna be hitting on
you the second you walk off post.

I took shit for my knee. They
found it in my blood. That's what it was.

So that's it?
And there's nothing you can do?

Mm-mmm.

So, they just basically made
up a new bullshit rule...

- They didn't make up a...
- Test...

No, they didn't make up
any bullshit.

You said they haven't
tested anybody in years.

They haven't tested anyone in years.
But it's legal.

It's the new CO that has a
fucking hard-on for just...

I don't know,
he just wants to clear house.

That's what the captain told me.
They wanna clear house.

What's this?

It's, um, debt collectors.

But I already
talked to them.

And, uh, they said they
could help us with a plan.

What's the interest rate
on it?

It's 18%.

Yeah. There is... There's real
work out there with real money.

- Private contracting?
- Yeah.

- Mm-mmm.
- Why not?

No. You said you weren't
gonna do that...

I know what I said.
I know what I said.

No.

Mm-mmm.

I love you.

This is Bruce Michaels

with Executive Protection.

Congrats on your years
of decorated service.

We'd love to discuss
opportunities.

Mr. Harper, my name is David.

I'm calling from the
Department of Water and Power.

Message deleted.

What are you doing?

Just putting up
some shingles before...

before we get weather.

Where's our son?

Oh, he's asleep.
He's down for the count.

Took him a bit, but...

How was, uh...
How was school?

- Can you come down?
- Yeah, I'll come down in a second.

I just have
a couple more to do.

Honey, I got something
to tell you.

- I'll be down in a minute.
- No. Like, now.

I'll be down in a minute,
Brianne.

Mason's gone.

What?

Mason. He's gone.

I... I just talked to Suzanne.

How?

How do you think?

- When's the funeral?
- It's tomorrow.

Maybe we should call your mom
and see if she can take Jack.

I'm not gonna go.

Of course
we're gonna go, Brianne.

No, I'm not gonna go.
'Cause I can't go to another one.

What are you doing?

- What?
- What are you doing on the roof in the middle of the night?

I'm fixing the roof.

I'm okay.

I'm just...

That's exactly
what Mason said to Suzanne.

I'm really fucking scared.

I'm not my father.

He would've hated this.

The ceremony or dying?

Just being fat and ugly.

How do you figure they shoved
his giant butt into that grave?

He's wearing a thong.

How'd he do it?

What do you mean?

He died in his sleep.

The family get full payout?

Full payout.

That's good.

- Why don't you come over for dinner?
- No.

You haven't seen
the new house.

You're coming to dinner.
You're as moody as he was fat.

- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.

Yeah.

Good to see you.
Glad you're here.

Appreciate it.
You have a beautiful home.

Hey, bud.
How's it going?

You wanna play a video game?

When do I... When do I not wanna
play a video game? Look at this.

- Hey.
- The White Sox.

- Yeah.
- Nice.

- I love the White Sox.
- Yeah. Apparently.

- What? I like the White Sox.
- Hey, Kelly.

Hi, Uncle James.

You got that?

You gonna give me a tour,
or should I just get a map?

I guess so.

Watch this.

Yeah? Well, watch this.

- Really good arm.
- Roger Clemens over here.

Thank you for this meal

and thank you for bringing
Uncle James back safely.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Who was a better
soldier, you or my dad?

Well, uh, your dad
was my chief, so...

Careful.

I was his superior.

- Oh.
- But we were, uh...

How would you say?
We looked after each other.

Oh, kinda like brothers.

Yeah,
kinda like brothers. Uh...

Is it true you actually
saved my dad's life?

No. Yes.

Once. He pulled me
out of a bar once.

Yeah, he was a wreck.

Your father
was an absolute wreck.

I hate to break it to you
this early.

- I... No.
- Bummer.

Well, uh, Mikey loves baseball.
He'll never play.

He's fighting it. He's...

No quit in his DNA.

There's no beating it.

Well, best case, he'll need special
care for the rest of his life.

How are you doing?

Good. Yeah, good.

- Yeah.
- You?

Yeah, good. I mean, sure.

You don't fall off the grid for two
months if you're good. What's up?

What do you look forward to?

Watching my kids grow up.

Seeing 'em smile.

Making sure they're set.
Giving them the things I didn't have.

I gotta get my shit straight.

There's help.

No. Kill any operational future?
No, not a chance.

Privates contacted me.

- Good.
- Yeah.

Yeah. No, fuck yeah.
You deserve a paycheck.

- Bank is on my ass, and I just...
- Hell yeah. Take it.

I pulled a couple
of cowboy tours.

You know, banked some decent cash,
put a down payment on the house.

Cash is real.
You know, five, six a day.

Bonuses, you know,
it adds up.

It's okay to cash in.

You know,
it's pure fuckin' Darwin out here.

And we are trained to be
ruthlessly adaptable. Use it.

We're all just mercenaries
in the end.

So what do you got going now?
Is it JSOC? Agency?

Uh, in between.

It doesn't pay as good as private,
but it's legit NatSec work.

He's one of us.
Good people. Rock-solid.

How much?

Oh, 350.

Can you get me in?

Fucking hero?
President shook your hand.

Fuck off.
He shakes a lot of hands.

They pulled my clearances
because of blood work.

At this level, as long
as you're good to go,

Rusty doesn't care
what you put in your body.

I'm in.

- Is that what you want?
- That's what I want.

I'm broke, Mike.
I need this.

I'll send your name up.

Yeah.

All right.
I'll set up a meet.

Yeah. Thanks.

Of course.

- What's up, fellas?
- Hey, man.

This is James, old running mate of mine.
Where is he?

You know where he's at. Why don't you
give us a hand every once in a while?

♪ From boys' home to boys' home
Till I was 18 ♪

Yo, Chief.
Got anything tasty for me?

Like fucking candy.

Hmm, Cherokee Purple.

It's an honor to meet you.

Thank you, sir.

You can cut the "sir" crap.
My name is Rusty, Rusty Jennings.

Thanks, Mike.

Hey, you mind grabbing my boots?

Hey, Dave.

You want a beer?

I'm good, thank you.

Thank you.

Mike's the best
I ever worked with.

He says you're the best
he's ever worked with.

Yeah. Well, he, uh...
He taught me everything I know.

Our reputation is the only
commodity we got left in this game.

You reading my story?

Yours, mine, Mike's, Mason's.

It's all the same fucking story.
Shit, even your father's.

My father has nothing
to do with this.

Due respect.

And due respect...
sure he does.

We gave them our minds,
our bodies and our spirit.

And they chewed us up
and spit us out.

Left us with fear,
rage, uncertainty,

disillusionment,
a sense of abandonment, betrayal.

And finally,
self-loathing and guilt.

As if somehow, everything that happened
to us was our own goddamn fault.

I know exactly
where you are right now, son.

I was you.

Hell, we all were.

That's why we started
our own tribe.

I know you got options
in front of you.

And if you're looking
for a big payday,

the top tiers
can give it to you.

Triple Canopy, Aegis and that
soulless fuck-pig, Erik Prince.

But I need you to hear me

'cause I mean this.

The stink from those gigs,
it will rub off on you.

So what is it that you do?

You offer up
something different or what?

Damn straight.

I can give you a real home,
honorable work.

No corporate interest,
no babysitting billionaires, no bullshit.

We operate with direct presidential
authority under Title 50.

Deal strictly with matters
of national security.

A deep black OGA offshoot.

Title 50. I know those guys.

We worked together
downrange.

We import and export coffee.

Man, what you did in uniform,
sledgehammer shit.

Our thing, scalpel work.

High-speed, low drag,
fangs only come out when they have to.

There's a situation in Berlin that
threatens our national security.

The team led by Mike
will be fully black

since our presence
is not approved.

How long?

Two weeks. Three, tops.

So what do you say?
You down for the cause?

Yeah. For sure.

Excellent. Mike and Dalton will
walk you through the paperwork.

In the meantime,
Brianne and Jack obviously...

Uh, what do they have to do
with this?

Well, when you get back,

be nice if we all got together
and broke some bread.

But for now, Dalton's gonna
cut you a check for 50K.

So you're not sweating them
while you're working with us.

Thank you.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Mmm.

Why was your phone off?

I got a job.

You got a job?

What kind of job did you get?

That kind of job.

It's babysitting corporates.

It's not dangerous.

Don't tell me that.

Now I know you're lying.

No, I'm not.
Look at me. I'm not.

Baby, I need to take care of my family.

You're gonna
miss Jack's birthday.

Flight departs in eight hours.

It take you longer
than 15 minutes to get here?

Only took me eight.

Salim Mohsin, 42.
Professor Emeritus of virology.

Humboldt-Universität, Berlin.

He lectures there
a few times a month,

but his primary focus
is research work

which is conducted at a private
laboratory 40 kilometers east of town.

Threat level?

It's bioterrorism.
Category A.

Car is in the parking lot.
Fiat Tipo.

The results are incredible.

We need to protect them though.

I suspect someone at our branch.

Damn it!

We are all in danger.

Salim?

Wakey-wakey,
eggs and bakey.

Time to wake up.

Baseball cards stay here.

Salim Mohamed Mohsin.
Age 42.

Syrian descent.
6'1", 190 pounds.

Dyes his beard.
Heart-shaped birthmark behind his left ear.

Round-shaped birthmark
on his right wrist.

Harvard Med. Graduates and
receives a federal research grant

to study pathogenic
influenza viruses in humans.

H1N1 and avian flu mutations.

His grant was not extended.

His family relocated here to Berlin
where he continued his research.

Financed by Farouk Ojjeh,

the founder of Al Dawaa, a charity
with known links to al-Qaeda and Syria.

This is a layout

annotated by our inside asset.

The lab only has
moderate security presence

since the guard shack
is connected to Berlin police.

- What kind of doors are they?
- No idea.

- How are we breaching?
- Biometrics. Guard's thumb.

What happens
when we hit jackpot?

We conduct
a tactical interrogation,

then contact higher and wait
for further instruction.

Exfil
back through the woods.

Link up with you here.

And then it's straight
to the airport.

Plane will be ready
at Airfield Alpha.

We all know what one
motivated radical can do,

so let's cowboy-up, get it done
and go home to our families.

Giddyap.

- Go live.
- Wolf Two.

Fox Three.

Sierra One.

Coyote One.

Get ready.

Seven minutes.

Up!

Was ist das?

Stand up.

Six minutes.

Need to ask you questions.

Who has access to the lab?

Oh. Only me.
I have access. It's...

Maggie Bolevska.

Y-Yeah. She's my...

She's my research assistant.
She has access.

Who else knows the specifics
of your work?

Nobody. Who are you people?

Your financier?

Y-Yeah, he knows about my work,
but he...

He's not a scientist. He's a...
He's an investor. He's...

Where do you back up your work?

There's another team on standby
a block away from your family.

Cooperate. There is no limit
to what we are authorized to do.

Where do you
back up your work?

It's all in here.
It's in these computers.

There are no lines in or out.

We got it. Payday.

If it's money you want, I can arrange
money. It's really not a problem.

Head against the wall.

I mean... I can really...

Oh, shit.

Ears.

Sierra just got a hit
off the scanner.

Police are inbound
from Berlin.

Awaiting instructions
from the ranch.

Code X.

All the way?

All the way.

Industrial accident.
We got five minutes.

Bag the laptop. Lose the cuffs and hoods.
We were never here.

Get Salim.

Sir... Sir. Sir, please.
This whole thing is...

It's a misunderstanding.
I'm a... I'm a man of science.

This is... This is
a huge misunderstanding.

Sir! I'm a man of sci...

I'm a man of science.
I have a family, please.

Sir, please.
I have a family. Please.

No! No! No, no, stop,
stop, stop, stop!

Who sent you?

Do you even know
who you're working for?

You don't know
what you're doing.

Stop! Please, listen.

The research I'm doing
will save millions of lives.

Stop!

Stop. Stop, please.

If you wanna say a prayer,
now is the time.

A prayer? I don't believe in God.
I believe in science.

Listen to me.

I keep a copy of all my data
in a safety deposit box.

If you have a conscience,
get it out.

The world will need it.

Stop, stop.
Please, stop.

Please don't hurt
my family.

Don't hurt my family.
Stop. Please.

Don't! Don't.

Sierra One, RV in two.

Copy.

We're in OT. Move out.

Sierra One. One minute.

- Fuck.
- Cops, 9:00.

Halt! Polizei!

Move it!

Moving!

On your left.

Fox Two is hit.

Suppression.

- The bag. Throw it to me.
- Copy.

Throw it to me.

Fuck.

Fox Two down.

Cover fire.

Fuck.

Status?

Left leg.

New contact!

Sierra's hit.

Put her down!

Let's get out of here.

Come on. Let's go.

Fuck!

My knee is fucked.

I'm gonna have to set you down.
Ah, fuck!

Dump the gear,
save the drive.

I got you.
Come on, come on.

We shot cops.

Did what we had to do.

Is the laptop secure?

It's secure.

We got the laptop.
Mission first.

I have to give you blood.
Confirm A-pos?

A-pos.

One of us
has to walk this in.

If you don't get blood,
you're gonna die.

You bring it in.

Fuck you. I'm not leaving you.

My family.

I want Christine
to hear about me from you.

You tell 'em yourself, Mike.
You're gonna tell 'em yourself.

I want it to be you.

I'm gonna get us home.
You hear me?

With us now to shed more light
on the explosion and gunfight in Berlin

is security expert
William Sonobe.

Uh, William, can you... can you give us
any new information on this critical scene?

Thanks for having me on, Erica.

US officials have been
active in offering aid

and intelligence support
to our German friends.

You have to stop
saving my ass.

That makes two you owe me.

How the fuck
did you carry me out?

So what's the plan?

We get the laptop home.
Let's get paid. Let's have a beer.

Roger that.

I'm down.
You take it in.

No, no. We go together.

I'll compromise
the mission.

We don't know
what's in that bag.

Get it home. You go.
I'll catch up.

I'll make contact.
I'll come back.

Yeah.
Back to the Four Seasons of Tunnels?

Come on. I'll be fine.

I'll move in the dark.
I just need 24 hours to rest up.

Get the fuck outta here.

Yeah.

- I head to Berlin.
- Mmm.

- Hand this off.
- Mmm.

- Make contact. RV in 48.
- Forty-eight.

Hotel Salvina.
I'm gonna get everything we need.

Forty-eight.

Capture's not an option.

Not an option.

I swim out until I start
to wonder if I can make it back.

James!

Come on!

Get back here, son.

- Hallo.
- Willkommen.

Uh, Ketner.

Reisepass, bitte.

Danke schoen.

Your friend has already
checked in and paid for the room.

Ja.

- It's room 210.
- Mmm.

- Enjoy your stay!
- Danke schoen.

Today, we think about the families

of the dead policemen

who, in a suspected terrorist attack,

lost their lives.

Our prayers go out to their families...

Hallo?

Good morning.
Is there a message for me?

No, nothing I'm afraid.

Danke.

Where the hell are you?

- Hallo.
- Hi.

I would like to buy a phone.

- Which one do you want?
- That one.

Also a SIM card.

This is Rusty. Go.

I'm on a burner.
It's not secure.

Copy that.

We don't have a choice.
Physical condition?

Compromised
but not critical.

Did Wolf Two make contact?

Wolf Two
never made it to Berlin.

I've got an extraction team en route to
the hotel, get you over to the airfield.

Confirm location.

Hey, stay with me.
Confirm location.

I'll do that
when you brief me on Wolf Two.

You'll get a full brief
when you're secure.

Right now everything is extremely
fubar, and we are highly exposed.

Listen to me. Everything I am
doing right now is to get you home.

Back to the ranch safe and sound.
You feel me?

- Yes, sir. Of course.
- Then confirm your location.

Alexanderplatz. Heavy police.

Alexanderplatz.
Copy that. Stand by.

How long to reroute them
to the Elsen Bridge?

Fifteen, 20.

I need you to start
heading for the water.

Down towards the Elsen Bridge.
Northwest corner. Fifteen, 20 minutes.

This is Rusty. Go.

I'm at the Elsen Bridge.
Northwest corner.

Brown BMW X1. Confirm.

Confirm.

Copy that.

If Wolf Two didn't make it to
Berlin, how'd he arrange my exfil then?

Look, I understand.
Right now nothing makes sense.

But you gotta trust me.
I am trying to help you.

Same way you helped Mike?

You motherfucker.
Did you kill him?

Who are we working for?

Stop acting like a child
and get in the fucking car.

If this goes down,
I'm gonna come for you.

Get in the fucking car.

Fuck!

You American?

You're a fucking marine?

Are you a marine?

Was. Recon.

What was your mission?

Extraction.

Then the ranch
gave an audible.

Terminate after pickup.

When?

On the bridge,
when I saw you.

My partner,
you go after him? Huh?

I heard they picked him up.
I'm sorry.

They told us we'd be saving
lives, not killing our own.

My...
...picture, please.

There is...
There's a safe house.

Use this code for pickup.

Take my phone.

You can never go home.

The kill code is Tomahawk.

It'll stop the team,
at least for a while.

Rusty said
he'd make us all rich.

Kurier.

Yes?

- Shh.
- Who are you? What do you want?

Who are you?

I'm not here to hurt you
or your family.

But if you don't answer
all of my questions, I will.

Your husband secured his work
someplace safe. I need to know where.

Sylvie, look at me.
Look at me.

For Yanis, for Olivier.
Tell me where.

- Swiss Credit Bank.
- Swiss Credit Bank?

- Safe deposit box.
- Safe deposit box.

Don't hurt my son.

Shh, just breathe.
It's gonna be fine.

- Tell him to get ready.
- Yes.

You tell him I'm an old friend of his
dad's, and we're going out for lunch.

Yanis.

Get ready, sweetie.

We're having lunch
with one of your dad's friends.

Let's go.

He's coming with me.

We'll be here
when you get back.

Wait for me, please.

You were his friend?

Yes.

Are you sad?

Yes.

Me too.

Where did you meet?

Paris.

Where was your first child born?

- I was born...
- Tais-toi!

I have two boys to raise.

Everything we have
is in your hands.

Answer the question.

Um...
Yanis was born in Boston.

What were you gonna call
your third child?

Jordan.

Stop the car.

So, how much
did they pay you, huh?

I hope it was worth it.

Yes?

Recon. 6-22-34. Mayday.

Copy. Location?

Berlin.

Condition?

Mobile.

0300 tomorrow.
GPS 14.98, 51.150.

Are you lost?

Do you mind lowering the gun?

You called me.

It's the price
of admission.

There's no need
to fight anymore.

Where's my bag?

So... are we good?

It's okay.
You're safe here.

I cleaned your knee.
It was badly infected.

You tore your ACL. I don't know
how you walked on it, but you did.

The marine
who told me about you...

You know him?

No.

Did you kill him?

No, but I know they train us to run their errands.

Kill their enemies
and kill each other.

"National security." It's just a rock
they can hide their dirty shit under.

I need to get back.

Back where?

Back home.

That's done.

Home is a memory.

You need... You almost died.

- Your body needs rest.
- I'm fine.

- Shh. All right.
- I'm fine.

Yanis, in case I'm not
here to tell you this in person,

I love you.

I know you have felt my absence
these last few years.

I need you to know why.

I made up my mind very early

that my children
would live without fear.

And because of that,
I chose to dedicate my life to science.

Unfortunately, there are powerful
people who ignore science,

even subvert it
for their own personal gain.

Yanis, in your hands
is my life's work:

the vaccine for the H5N1 virus
with a mortality rate of 16%.

It may have landed me in this chair, staring
into this camera instead of your eyes,

but I want you to know that
your father stood for something,

created something
that with your help

will benefit humanity long
after they've shot me down.

It is very important
that this vaccine is available

free to the public
should the unthinkable happen.

Dear Lord,
thank you for this meal

and bringing my guest
here safely.

Forgive us our sins and keep
us from the fires of hell.

May our souls
go to heaven.

Especially those in
need of thy mercy. Amen.

Amen.

Your tat. OD3224.

That's tip of the spear.

Mmm.

Yeah,
they kept us busy.

In Iraq or Afghanistan?

Both.

You ever been
to Hindu Kush?

Mountains so high,
you think heaven's resting on 'em.

The valleys so green,
you think it's Eden.

I thought I was in Colorado
when I first saw it.

You know, we were
on a 12-day straight

looking for one of
our local guys' kid.

Been gone... Gone hunting,
couldn't find him. Poor thing.

So we broke down a door
on this out-of-the-way compound,

and then we burst in.

And once we cleared everything,
we found him, the kid.

And he was chained to the wall,
just crying his eyes out.

But in the next room,
it's full of girls

all strung out, splayed out.

And in the middle
of all this was a dog.

It's just a little thing.

Mangy. Happy as can be.

Happy to see us.
All yelps and matted hair.

And all that shit, and the thing
I remember the most is the dog.

'Cause that dog survived all that
shit without even blinking an eye.

It's much easier to kill,

but it's harder to survive.

How long
you been out here?

Thirteen years.

You have a family?

Yeah, I've got a wife,
two beautiful girls,

a nice house.

You ever feel
like reaching out?

When I reach out...

I break things.

We all know the monster.

And sometimes
he comes to stay.

How's the steak?

I've had better.

So... So have I.

Hi.

- American?
- Yes.

Safe travels, sir.

I want Christine
to hear about me from you.

You tell 'em yourself, Mike.
Tell 'em yourself.

Motherfucker.

Doing at my house?

Answer me.

You wanna shoot me?

Go ahead.

I went to your house to tell
Christine, like you asked me to.

- Rusty said...
- Did you know he was coming after me?

He said you didn't make it.

Why did you lie to me?

- About what?
- Fuck you.

A real home. A tribe.
Honorable work.

It was a data heist.
None of this was supposed to happen.

But it did happen.
And for what?

Payday of a lifetime.

What we stole
was not data.

It's a cure to a virus
these fuckers wanna release.

So they can make billions off
people suffering. Did you know that?

How do you fucking
live with yourself?

I got a family
and a son with special needs.

So what about my family?
My son! Their needs!

Everything's taken care of.

There's a huge payout to Brianne
and your boy. Four million.

They'll never want
for anything ever again.

Except for me! Me!

You can't go home!

He finds out you're here, he's gonna
come after you with everything he's got.

After everything
we've done,

everything
we've been through.

I fucking bled for you!

And this is what I get?

James, don't do this.

I'm sorry.

My father, uh...

He branded me to be like him.

You know, a fucking...
a fucking Ranger to the bone.

And when they cut him loose
and they cast him out,

he just never came home.

Vanished. No note, corpse.
Fucking nothing.

I finally just buried all the... shit
the fucker ever gave me in the backyard.

Had my own funeral.

I'm standing over this pathetic
little hole filled with stupid shit.

And I swore to myself
I would never be like him.

I would never forsake my family.
Do you understand me?

Rusty finds out you're here,

he's gonna come
after your family.

There's only one way this ends.

Hey, what's up, Mike?

You got a beer?
Where is he?

He's in the kitchen.

Always wanted to die
with my boots on.

I got a room
prepped and ready for ya.

We're going home, Mike.

Put some fucking music on.

Yeah.

Cold.

Tell my s...

My son...

I didn't die in my sleep.

I promise.

I got you.

Yeah! Cannonball!

Yeah!

Good job!

Jack!

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