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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 organised 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 realise 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
organisations 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 realise 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
moustaches to put on the horses.

Why would you put a
moustache 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 realise
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.

Favours are currency, after all.

"Favours are currency."

I've never thought
about it that way.

Speaking of favours,

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 organisation'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, organising,

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.

♪ Colours 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 jeopardise 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 mum'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 realise

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.

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. ♪