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This really is the middle of nowhere, isn't it?

Yeah, well, consider it a gift.

No passing cars means no witnesses.

No one to send up a flare to Grey Flag.

This is bad.

We're already on thin ice with Captain James,

and now we've laid two dead bodies at his feet.

One that's connected to Grey Flag...

- ...and the other that's... - And one that is directly

connected to me. Yeah.

There's no coming back from this, is there?

I guess...

...we shouldn't have run down theories behind his back,

no, but we've looped him in now.

You know, we-we didn't ask for permission...

But we're gonna beg for forgiveness.

Cap.

Trey.

Hey.

Wait... What are you...?

What do we got, Cap?

It's Hyde.

What?

Wait-wait-wait, okay, hold-hold on a second.

Hyde-Hyde, what?

It's Andrew Hyde.

A-Andrew Hyde?

Who's Andrew Hyde?

Trey's way into Grey Flag.

Or at least he was.

We got a lot to talk about.

Yeah.

The Feds provided this house so we can work the Grey Flag case,

steer clear of any

Fenton-type moles at HQ.

All right, C-Cap?

Why didn't you tell Cassie and me?

What, you think we're too close to it?

I was ordered to exclude you both.

You...

Sean had done recon on Cassie,

abducted you and your brother.

Look, I-I actually wanted to tell you.

You're two of my best, you know that,

but FBI wouldn't bend.

Yeah, until tonight.

All right, so here's where we're at:

Trey has gone under to infiltrate Grey Flag.

Wait, what?

His insubordination,

his DPS hearing and firing--

it was all an act.

And it was a pretty damn good one,

if I do say so myself.

Uh, sorry,

how long has this plan been underway?

Well, our old friend Federal Agent Tessa Graves

reached out right after Cordell's run-in

with the Grey Flag chemist.

We thought that attack was the end of them,

but FBI spotted pockets of activity

resembling their MO across the country.

We're talking nationwide now?

No, they're not really organized yet.

But, uh, underground chatter

named Texas as the home base.

Feds suspected they were still operating

in the shadows.

That's when they called to set up a meeting.

Undercover mission was approved on Thanksgiving.

- Thanksgiving? - After the storm cleared,

Trey and I met with the Feds.

By then, we knew

Trey had to be the one, the only one, read in on this,

especially after Cassie let it slip

that you two opened up the Grey Flag evidence.

But, look, that is what it is, right?

And we are where we are,

and now that we're here, the four of us

need to act like one Ranger,

all right?

Right hand always knows what the left hand's doing,

and vice versa.

The lies, the defiance, the secrets,

it's... in the past.

Well, not exactly that far in the past

since you just told us ten seconds ago.

And, uh,

you're cool with this, you're solid?

I got this, Cass. I mean, I've held my own

around guys like this back when I served.

But at the end of the day,

it's... it's Cap's call.

Yeah, right.

Yeah, Cap's call.

And, uh, now we know

we're all in the same circle of trust together.

All right, Tommy Adams

was off the grid for, like, 15 years.

How'd you guys find his place?

Julia, Julia Johnson.

She had a source

who knew how to locate Tommy.

She's in D.C. right now.

She'll be headed back soon.

- Julia Johnson, huh? - Yeah.

You still in contact with her?

Uh, yes, sir.

All right, reach out to her,

see if she turned over any new Grey Flag stones

while she was gone.

No need to mention Trey.

You realize this means that what Tommy told me is correct?

Someone is hunting my Marine unit.

And not just someone, but it seems to be Grey Flag.

- Yeah. - And now there's just one left.

Yeah, me, so I'm the last one on their hit list.

But wait, if Grey Flag wanted you dead,

why not just ice you when they had you chained up at Westvale?

I don't know. All I know is that whatever they want,

uh, it certainly includes a personal vendetta against me.

Yeah.

Which is why our support for Trey

needs to come at a safe distance,

especially yours, Walker, and that's an order.

Look, you're too close to the whole thing, man.

Contact Julia, see what she knows. You can help out

without making everybody else a target.

Captain's orders. You got it.

Okay. Listen, any intel

that can affect this operation needs to be shared

immediately and completely.

Right hand, left hand.

Do we all copy that?

Copy.

Yes, sir.

Copy.

All right.

♪ Yeah, on my way, on my way♪

Oh, thank you.

♪ Oh, on my way♪

♪ Back home♪

♪ Ooh-ooh♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh.♪

Hey.

Open it, Cassie.

- What's it say? -"For the boot:

Oswald 0-9-3-0 Springdale."

Okay, what does that mean?

0-9-3-0. 9:30.

It's military time. It's 9:30 a.m.

"For the boot." Boot is slang for "recruit."

Yeah.

Whoever's texting Andrew

must be referring to Trey, so that...

That means that this is the instructions

for Trey's first Grey Flag assignment.

Okay, so we got a time

and we have a street-- Springdale.

Let me check this street real quick.

Springdale Road.

It's a pretty big street.

Now, "Oswald."

As in...

- Lee Harvey? - Lee Harvey Oswald.

Dealey Plaza, shot JFK from a book depository.

Check if there are any on Springdale Road.

Or, uh, libraries, more likely.

All right, I'm on it.

Search libraries on Springdale Road.

Yeah. There's one library on Springdale Road,

and it's been abandoned since 2004.

Well, that's got to be the place.

Tomorrow, while Walker's with Julia,

Cassie and I will keep an eye on Trey.

- All right. - Okay.

All right. Hey, um, as someone who's been under before,

just do what's best for the case.

Don't get attached to anyone.

You'd be surprised how a sad story can pull you in.

All right. Appreciate that, Walker.

- You got it. - Yeah.

All right, everybody, get some sleep tonight.

Tomorrow is day one. Fresh start,

clean slates.

Let's do it.

♪ Walked out the door to another new day♪

♪ Another night tryin' to drink my blues away...♪

Isn't Biscuit just the cutest?

Aw, the sweetest, too.

Uh, Stella, why are you here so early?

God, the option to sleep in

is completely wasted on you.

Early risers get first pick of breakfast meats.

Aw, dang it.

Yeah, there's extra bacon in the oven.

I asked Stella to come here to help me

work on the look-book for the horse rescue.

Yeah, it's going to have each horse's story and profile

and then some basic care instructions for beginners.

Yeah, can I take a look at these instructions?

Now that I've got a stake in this venture,

I'd sure like to make sure that everything's squared away.

Now, I have all the paperwork.

I can put a laminated copy in the binder.

Well, I think your dad just wants to make sure

that you have a clear vision

of what you want to accomplish

with this Walker Rescues venture.

I want people to feel fulfilled

when they take care of the horses,

like I did when I was doing

community service at the horse stables.

Wasn't that court-mandated?

Way to miss the point.

Yes, and I would like to show how powerful

equine therapy can actually be.

Chelsea and Donna both had different methods,

but maybe we could hire them

as remote consultants to further shape our programming.

We have the funds for that?

We're gonna put a donation button on our website.

Yeah, because who wouldn't donate to a horse charity?

It's about humans helping horses.

And horses helping humans.

We can throw together a pitch

and make a list of organizations to approach.

You know, I'd be happy

to help you craft a mission statement.

You may only get one chance to get a yes,

and so you got to be effective and focused.

You do realize that I was on

a few non-profit boards, right?

And you guys should do something really cool

or crazy that makes you unforgettable.

You know, I think it'd be sick

if you guys threw, like, a-a photo booth for horses.

You know, have big props

like big sunglasses and mustaches to put on the horses.

Why would you put a mustache on a horse?

Uh, it was just...

You guys are enemies of innovation.

Coming.

- Hi. Come in. - Hey.

Thought about bringing flowers,

then I felt like it wasn't exactly

your vibe, but I didn't

want to come empty-handed, so...

- a sandwich. - Sandwich.

For me?

Thank you.

I'm sorry about Tommy.

Yeah, yeah. Uh, me, too.

Can I, uh,

get you something to drink?

- I'm good, thanks. - Okay.

So, uh, when'd you get back from D.C.?

Late last night.

I linked up with a friend at the Pentagon

- about Tommy's theories. - Yeah?

He's leaving a USB drive for me at our dead drop.

Miscellaneous files on your unit.

Just like that?

So...

he's just leaving you all this without question?

He owes me.

And I told him I'm writing a story to expose the truth.

Journalism is kind of punk rock that way.

No rules,

all justice.

All justice?

Not sure all journalists share your philosophy.

You're not wrong,

And I'm not even sure what'll be on those files.

Could be key evidence

or could be a whole lot of trash.

Right. Well, either way, uh,

I'm not really looking forward to revisiting my past, you know.

At least not that part of it.

'Cause of your mission over there?

Uh, Coop's death.

Coop's death did a number on me.

Uh, you know, I'd never had someone

so close to me die.

Especially not the way he died.

You were just a 20-something kid.

Yeah, I know, but

even with Tommy, I mean,

he and I hadn't talked in however long,

and it all just came back, you know?

Like, uh, like I was back there.

I'm not

sure why I'm telling you all this.

Well, I've been told that I'm a good listener.

I guess in your line of work, you'd have to be.

Julia,

I am choosing to trust you.

Enough to believe that you're genuinely

trying to help me find anything to take Grey Flag down.

I can't promise those files will be remotely helpful,

but I promise I do want to help.

And not out of pity, but because

no rules, all justice, you know?

That, plus you don't need to hear my sad stories.

Please, I've heard a million.

Even, uh, lived a few, too.

Morse code?

Like when we met, in captivity?

Too soon?

Just trying to be of some comfort.

Anyway, don't you think we're past the point

of speaking in code?

Yeah.

"Dropped." Let's go.

Let's go.

Ah, Mr. Golden. It's good to see you.

Hey there, August Walker. Mind giving me a hand?

- Yeah, sure thing. - Thanks, dude.

I didn't realize that you were the one

throwing the BYOB event today.

Oh, yeah, just a casual mixer for some key players

in some non-profits and foundations.

It's a breezy way to score endorsements for the mayor.

Favors are currency, after all.

"Favors are currency."

I've never thought about it that way.

Speaking of favors,

are you sure you don't want me to see what I can do

to help expedite your bar's liquor license paperwork?

Okay, personally, I would love that,

but, um, yeah, my dad's just been real strict

about following the TABC's process,

same as every other business.

Dad's a little stubborn, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, he, uh, can be,

but I'm used to it.

It's just a part of being a Ranger's son, I guess.

Yeah, well, just because that's how things are always done

doesn't make 'em suck any less, huh?

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, is, uh, is Cassie coming around?

If she is, I got to warn the guys in the back

to keep the queso flowing.

You know, I don't think so.

Cassie and I stopped seeing each other.

Ah, dude, I'm...

I'm really sorry about that.

Breakups are the worst, you know?

I'm not sure you can call it a breakup

if we never officially started.

Hey, a relationship is a relationship

if it was real to you, right?

I've never thought of it that way.

Fortunately, work's been keeping me

pretty busy, you know?

Distractions and all that?

Yeah, yeah. Um...

Hey, my sister and my uncle,

they're-they're looking for donors

to get their horse therapy business off the ground,

and I was, I was wondering if-if maybe

I could invite them by.

Yeah, of course.

Happy to make introductions.

Awesome.

You must be Trey Barnett, Andrew's security consultant?

Yeah, that's me.

Lana Jones. Pleasure.

Dial 1 for the boss.

It's the only number in there. The only one we need.

High praise from Andrew.

He mentioned you're itching to get back in action

after the Rangers put you on ice.

Yeah, those white hats wouldn't know talent

if it roundhouse-kicked them in the head.

Well, Andrew swore you can handle

much higher-level work than being lookout,

but higher-ups want to know you're not above simple tasks.

A test of ego.

There's no ego here. I'm your lookout.

Killer.

Any questions?

- No. - Good,

'cause that was another test.

All right, all you have to do now

is just keep watch while I go inside,

deal with some buddies.

If things go awry,

handle accordingly.

All right, sounds easy enough.

Didn't think Trey's first play undercover

would be turning his neck 180 degrees every six seconds.

Yes, I am so glad we've got

these security cameras to capture every precious moment.

Hey, um,

it's not lost on me

that what Trey and I have been doing

smells a lot like what Miles and Fenton put you through.

When you brought me on,

you said you would always be straight up.

It's why I put the badge back on.

I really did want to read you guys in sooner.

FBI shut it down.

And then, after you got caught...

...lying, um, I couldn't really defend you, you know?

Yeah, I know, I get it.

I know I can be a little enthusiastic.

Just a smidge, you think?

No, your out-of-the-box thinking is an asset.

It really is.

Just, you know, before you spring

one of your out-of-the-box plans,

give me a heads-up.

All right, I think I can manage that.

Your vision for Walker Rescues aligns perfectly

with our organization's efforts,

and I love how it touches each generation

in your household.

That really says something about your values.

Well, we're a very tight-knit family, Georgia.

I'll draw up your grant paperwork

when I'm back in the office.

Expect to hear from me next week.

Thank you so much.

- Of course. - Yeah, thank you. Very excited

- to get started on all this, yeah. - Absolutely.

- Take care. - Thanks.

Congratulations, you two. - Golly.

Listen, I'm glad you got the right funding

to follow through with your plans.

I'm proud of you both.

Honestly, Gramps, you might have been our secret weapon.

Yeah, she really liked that every generation was involved.

Yeah, well,

the presentation that Mawline helped

- you two craft didn't hurt. - Let's grab some drinks, Bon.

I think this deserves a toast.

Shirley Temples all the way around?

- Yeah, sounds good. - Yes.

Yeah, all right.

Hey, great job today.

You, too.

And I was thinking we could use the donation money

to get some rehab equipment for the horses.

I bet we could find a good deal on vibration plates.

Or a solarium, if we really wanted to splurge.

Or I think a better use of the funds

might be to hire those consultants so we can offer

equine therapy sooner than later.

The horses need their therapy, too, though.

Understood, but there's a way to go about that.

You know, I had a whole team managing my budget

for my D.A. campaign. I picked up some stuff.

I could go through our potential spending

and divide the funds accordingly.

Okay, but...

I thought we were equal partners.

As in, we're going to talk about all this,

- right? - Right.

Because it feels like you're just deciding

what to do with the money right now.

Everything okay?

We're-we're just talking.

We're just trying to figure out how we can get

what we want out of this, that's all.

I thought we were on the same page,

but, I don't know, maybe I wasn't

being realistic or something.

No, no, it's all possible, it's just...

I think we just need to figure it out.

Th-There's nothing wrong with having differing passions.

Look, your granddad is already helping you

with the horse part of Walker Rescues.

Why don't you let me help out on the people part?

You know, I can take on operations,

budgeting, organizing,

what have you,

which will give you a chance to focus on

your shared vision,

whatever that evolves into.

And, yes, mission statements can change.

Well, that sounds good, right?

I mean, I think it is important to remember

why we started this in the first place.

We wanted to help people.

Horses and humans.

Welcome aboard, Mawline.

Thank you.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

I know Coop was important to you.

He was important to his family, too.

It might be nice to have that conversation with Ms. Cooper.

You know, share some memories of him.

My memories of Coop and our time in Afghanistan

haven't really left such a nice feeling lately.

This is the spot.

Okay. All clear.

Guess we're headed down memory lane.

Okay.

Wow. Okay. You weren't kidding.

Uh, how-how did your source, uh, get all this?

Couldn't tell you.

It's going to take a while

to decrypt them all before we can see them.

Okay.

But I've got an idea how we could kill time.

Where did you say Ms. Cooper lives again?

I-I don't think she wants to see me

as much as you think she does.

Why don't we just try, you know?

You could show up, see how it goes.

Not empty-handed, though.

Bringing a gift always helps. Here.

- What, like a sandwich? - Funny.

Let's look at her socials, see what she likes.

All right.

Oh.

What?

She died?

Last week, it says.

She went gently in her sleep from natural causes.

She was... 92.

I guess we can add that

to the list of things I won't be able to make right.

Why don't you say what you wanted to say aloud?

Like, if she was here right now,

what would you say?

I don't know. That's the problem.

I mean, not that there's anything

I could say to her right now,

but even when she was with us,

and I went to her house with Cassie

to speak with her, I guess I thought

I would just walk in and look her in the eyes

and talk with her about her son.

I blanked. I guess I froze.

Couldn't do it.

If you didn't freeze...

if you had a chance, what would you say?

Okay, um...

I would say...

I'd talk to her about Coop's flag.

I'd tell her why I kept it all those years.

You know, it was the only

personal item left afterwards,

and, uh...

our unit would take it on missions with us,

you know, to-to keep his memory alive.

It even got burnt in an attack months later,

but I still kept it.

I-I held on to it. I didn't want to leave it behind

I didn't want to leave him behind, you know?

Um...

And then, when I got back stateside

with it...

I hid it away

because...

Yeah, I've put away plenty of things.

Hiding them from myself

but keeping them to remember, to relive.

It's one way to cope, I guess.

But it was wrong of me

to keep that flag when it should have gone

to Coop's next of kin.

It was selfish of me.

I lost a friend, yes, sure.

I lost my mentor,

but Ms. Cooper

lost a son.

There's closure we get ourselves,

and there's closure we...

give ourselves.

Sometimes that's got to be good enough.

♪ Colors your eyes with what's not there♪

♪ Fade♪

♪ Into you.♪

Lana, Lana, hey, what happened?

What happened? Are you okay?

You just never know when these type of guys

might blow up.

But don't worry, I got my shots in.

Is the product in hand?

Hey, Lana, Lana-Lana got the briefcase,

but she caught a bullet. If I don't get her

to a hospital, she's gonna bleed out.

We need that briefcase in the next hour.

Sombra Heights.

Hey! Wha...

Damn it.

Lana, Lana, stay with me.

Stay with me, all right? I've just got to find something

to stop this, uh, to stop the bleeding.

Then we're gonna have to figure out the rest later.

Do what you got to do, boot.

Hey, hey.

Trey doesn't have anything to stop the bleeding.

What are you doing?

We both know he's not going to let her die.

Perez, where are you going?

Cap, I have an out-of-the-box impulse

to run out there and bring this to Trey.

Any objections?

Hand off the gauze,

come right back.

- Come right back. - Yes, sir.

Sir. Sir, is she okay?

Do you need any assistance?

Yeah, she's good, she's good. I got this.

♪ I see them shuffling down the dead-end street♪

Cass.

♪ I'm so lonely♪

♪ Like a man in a madhouse♪

♪ Who wakes up sweating 'cause he knows that he's sane...♪

Who's shooting?

Hey, no, no, no, don't worry about it.

Nobody's shooting, okay?

You just focus on breathing.

♪ I keep breaking my friends out.♪

- Are you hit? - It's just a graze.

How bad is it?

- Let me see. - It's fine, Cap.

It just grazed me. The vest took most of it.

It looks worse than it is.

We got lucky.

We got very lucky.

Cap, I'm sorry,

I would have come right back

if it wasn't for the rogue shooter.

Thanks.

Never should've let you go out there.

Hey.

I knew what the risks were. Don't take this on.

Do we have any idea who the shooter was?

I'm checking the database right now

for matching facial features.

Okay.

Just like that, we got a hit.

- Yeah? - Chris Wayne.

Chris Wayne. I know that name.

Yeah, he was busted a couple times

for selling C-4 on the black market.

C-4?

That must be what Lana meant when she said

these guys might blow up.

So, it could be that the briefcase Trey's delivering

to Grey Flag is filled with C-4.

- Hey. - Hey.

Here.

Oh, thank you.

Of course.

You, uh... okay?

Yeah, you okay?

Yeah, yeah, of course. Yeah.

Um, okay. Um, yeah.

We're okay.

I mean, in the grand scheme of things,

we are most likely not okay as people.

- Fair. Right. - But you and I, just now?

Yeah, we're good.

Good.

Well, look at that. Talk about timing.

I guess the files are decrypted.

Want an exclusive sneak peek?

I, um... I-I do, but I should

probably wait to go through it with the rest of the team.

Captain's orders. Right hand, left hand, all that.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Okay, you planning to write an exposé?

I wouldn't jeopardize your case.

Maybe after you end Grey Flag for good.

It'd be one hell of a story.

Yeah.

Julia, um...

...thanks for today.

I mean, thanks for,

you know, listening to my sad truths.

Don't mention it.

Happy to listen and...

all of it.

But I bet there are other people in your life

that want to hear your sad truths all the same.

I'll see you.

You made it.

Cutting it close.

Yeah. Well, uh,

I hit the car pool lane.

Something came up.

- She got hit? - Yeah.

How is she even okay right now?

I wondered the same thing.

Barnett just came prepared, combat gauze and all.

Yeah. Uh...

Once a medic, always a medic huh?

Yeah.

Couldn't ask for a better lookout.

That's impressive, Barnett.

The boss is gonna hear about this.

I wouldn't be surprised

if you get an invite up to the compound.

We'll be in touch.

Absolutely.

Cass? Cassie, hey.

What happened?

Trey's mission went a little off the rails.

A bullet grazed me,

- but I-I'm fine, seriously. - A b...

- Cap... - Walker?

I'm fine.

What'd you find?

Okay. All right.

Well, um, uh, Julia's source

dropped some files on my old Marine unit,

so if Grey Flag is coming after me,

something here might tell us why.

Okay. That's perfect. I'll check it out.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Oh, um, actually, um...

Can I talk to you about something?

- Uh... - Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Come on.

Yeah, yeah.

I just wanted to talk to you about, um,

when we went to visit Coop's mom's house.

Okay. Do you want to sit?

Sure, sure. Um...

So...

I-I didn't...

actually speak with her.

I-I didn't even see her.

When I was in there, in her living room,

with pictures of Coop everywhere,

I...

I don't know, I-I couldn't figure out

what I could possibly say

to change the facts of what happened,

so I... I left.

I left the flag there.

Why did you feel like you couldn't tell me that?

I think I have an idea.

I think I was, um...

I think I was ashamed.

I...

I am ashamed.

- Oh. - On...

our final mission together,

Coop, uh, gave an order that separated him

from the rest of the unit.

I-I didn't agree with it, but I stood down.

You know, he was my commanding officer,

even though he was the one

that always was riding me to trust my gut,

- I-I stood down. - You were following orders.

I get it.

And when Coop was separated from us,

he held off enemy fire, um,

as long as he could.

And then there was an explosion.

Uh...

And Coop was killed.

He never made it home.

Which is why the flag was so important.

And I-I-I didn't tell you.

I didn't know how to tell you,

but I-I wanted you to know. I want you to know.

You know, same page, all that.

Yeah, same page.

And I know how you feel about secrets...

This is something that you had to deal with

in your own way, in your own time.

Is there anything else you wanted to tell me?

I'm sorry, Cass.

No, we're good, partner.

- Hi. - There he is, man of the hour.

Hey.

Excellent work, Barnett.

The FBI's very happy.

Thanks, but, uh, there's no need to make a big deal of it.

I mean, we barely made it

- on time, so... - Hey, hey.

You saved the girl, you made the delivery.

You got the job done, okay? It's why you're here.

Yeah, well, I was just doing, uh, what's best for the case.

Wow, just take the compliment, Trey.

We're back to some good, old-fashioned teamwork, right?

Teamwork.

Barnett, you good?

Talk to me, man. What's up?

Look, guys, I know we got the win today,

but I still have somebody else's blood

all over me. You do see that, right?

Yeah.

- Look, Trey, I'm sorry-- - No, no, no, Cass.

I don't even want to hear it from you right now.

What you did with the combat gauze was extremely risky.

Hell, you even got shot for it.

I'm starting to realize

why undercover assignments are usually ran solo.

Walker, what did you tell me?

Do what's best for the case,

and don't get attached to anyone.

- Right, but... - All right, well, for me,

you guys are my attachments.

Guys, I need to do this one alone.

Look, at this point, it might be the safest thing for everybody.

Walker's already keeping his distance.

Cassie, you should do the same.

All right, listen,

I think I'm getting called up to Grey Flag's compound.

I'll gather more intel while I'm there

until this mission is complete.

And I think they're prepping for something big.

Okay, if Cap thinks this is safest,

and this is what you want, Trey,

then we'll respect your decisions.

Can I get a, uh, club soda and lime, please.

Thank you.

Hey, Mr. Golden. Um...

Hey, I just wanted to say thank you so much

for helping me help my family.

They just scored their first donation.

It was, um, Happy Horse Trails.

Ah, that's great news. That's great news, August.

I'm glad I could help out.

Hey, between you and me,

I went ahead and reached out to my friend at TABC.

We're gonna speed up The Side Step's paperwork.

Wow. Um, are you sure?

My-my dad might get upset, right?

Your dad doesn't need to know.

But if he does get up in arms, he can come to me.

Happy to fall on my sword.

Thanks, Steve.

Ah, um...

Well, thank you so much.

Man, you're-you're so connected.

Even today, it was really cool watching you work the room,

and I'd-I'd love to learn how to do that.

Well, you can.

It's a learned skill. How about this?

Why don't I swing by the ranch sometime,

help you work on your communication?

- Yeah? - Yeah, of course.

You know, self-awareness, social skills, that kind of stuff.

If memory serves, you could use some help

in that department.

Well, that'd be dope, man. I-I'd love that.

Sounds good. See you then.

Hmm.

I think I found something.

2004 drone footage.

And I-I don't know what I'm looking at here,

but it matches the story you told me, Walker.

About the night Coop died.

- Play it. Yeah. - Yeah?

This was just recovered from Mossad intelligence.

Now, could that have been Coop?

Whoa.

Wait a minute. What is that?

Wait, wait, you...

You don't think he...

He wouldn't have survived that, right?

No.

Even if he did...

the injuries he would've sustained,

and being alone in the desert like that,

there's no way he would've survived.

There's no way.

Man, it's nice digs we got here.

I'll take you to your barracks, Barnett.

Training starts tomorrow.

You ready?

Tomorrow, brother, I stay ready.

♪ Ain't got no money♪

♪ Ain't no future left to sell♪

♪ Left to sell♪

Thanks for the lift, buddy.

♪ Ain't got no judgement♪

♪ No one to blame now but ourselves♪

♪ But ourselves♪

♪ Ain't got no diamond♪

♪ There ain't no Bible by my bed♪

♪ By my bed.♪

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