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So, I want to say that the low gear is

31/34

- versus my old 26/51, right? - 26/51.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

So...

That closer ratio cassette at the back is...

it's pleasant because, you know,

- you lose that big jump. - Right.

You know, smoother.

No, it sounds like a great machine.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Well, till you take it out on the...

Can we cut the bull, please, here, James?

Hon.

He didn't drive up here to talk about your bikes, Victor.

He's here about the girls.

I got to leave town.

Yeah.

That's about right, isn't it?

Come on, Rachel.

No, you take a trip.

We'll be good.

It's not a trip.

You're gonna hear some things in the coming days.

More than likely,

people will come around with some questions.

What people? What are you talking about?

Lauren and Lucy...

...are my light.

They're my everything.

I would never do anything to harm them.

Well, we know that, of course. Come on.

But somebody did.

And it might come down to me to make it right.

You do what you need to do, James.

Chevy Silverado heading north on Highway 1.

All units responding.

High-speed chase involving multiple agencies

and possibly the suspect involved in today's bombing

in downtown San Francisco.

Stay tuned to KVVK for more updates.

- How far out are you? - Not in the cards, Liz.

Reece, our fight is not with these people,

so get your ass here, and I'll get you out.

Liz, situation's escalated.

I am not bringing this to you.

Uh-uh, Reece. I'm-I'm coming to get you.

Negative.

I'm moving in the opposite direction.

You need to go.

All units in Stinson or Point Reyes,

we need you south. Suspect is heading your way.

We fucking got him. Moving in the PIT.

It's not gonna fucking work on this guy.

FBI, this is Stinson PD. We are set and ready.

Come on, let's go. We got him.

Shit.

♪ I can see the rising sun ♪

♪ The devil's still on the run ♪

♪ All the pretty things burn out ♪

♪ Heart is beating in my head ♪

♪ Feeling numb with every breath ♪

♪ Smoke and fire all around ♪

♪ Finger on the trigger, finger on the trigger ♪

♪ Over, and we all fall down ♪

♪ Finger on the trigger, finger on the trigger ♪

♪ I see time is running out ♪♪

Reece!

- Gun! - Gun, gun, gun!

Moving!

- Moving! - SAM 1, cease fire!

All units, hold your guns. Stand by!

Go ahead and sweep that interior, 17.

Let me know what you got.

FBI, copy the update.

Clear.

Got eyes on it?

Who has jurisdiction here?

Fuck. Sir, it's Mac.

What the fuck is going on up there, Agent?

We've cornered Reece in a state park

north of San Francisco.

- You need SWAT? - SWAT won't be enough.

We need HRT and all available tactical personnel.

Copy that.

Let me know when you've got a base camp up and running.

Copy.

I need a few more units

at the intersection of Deer Park and Frank Valley,

and all units are reminded to advise immediately

if you get sight of the suspect.

Air support is on its way.

Rangers are coordinating the evacuation of the entire park.

...the search. Copy?

I copy that.

...K9 response.

Where the fuck are my pills?

Ah, come on, where are you?

Ah.

All right.

Yeah, K9 unit just arrived on scene.

I need all those recovered items from the suspect's vehicle

for tracking purposes.

All units are advised

to hold the perimeter and be reactive only.

Sit tight until HRT arrives.

HRT.

It's fucking bad, Ben.

- Temps are dropping. Doppler's a fucking horror show. - Good.

- Not good. Things are about to get biblical up here. - Listen,

more rain means less ISR for Reece to deal with.

Drones. C-2 repeaters.

They're gonna be grounded. As a matter of fact,

I hope it rains for days. That storm?

Fucking frogman luck right there.

I could steal one of these news birds.

I got a-a radio to monitor communications.

- Touch down in his A.O. - What,

and lead the FBI right to him? No. We're not doing that.

If you can find him in a helo,

- he's already fucked. - Son of a bitch.

You got to sit tight, let him do his job.

Fucking warned him, Ben. I...

He's not him-himself. He...

He's not thinking clearly.

K9 unit, what's your 20?

We have heavy weather...

Dogs lost his scent.

We'll get him back. We just need more time.

We don't have time.

Sentinel, this is Mac.

Tell Tony we need to double

our patrol presence on the highway.

Reece at 50% is better than most at 100.

Stay strong. Stay put, Liz.

And whatever happens in those woods, that's on him.

Listen, little sis,

you're the only optimist I know.

Start fucking acting like it.

"Frogman's luck."

I drew that before you left, Daddy.

We're gonna get through this, okay?

You hear that bell?

Give me one more quitter, and this shit ends.

Eyes up.

I said eyes up!

That bell wants you to quit!

You ring that bell, and your misery's over.

Your pain is over.

You quit, and it ends.

But if you quit on yourself,

- you quit on all of us. - Uh, Reece, I'm hurting.

Don't even think about it, Ben. Just don't even think about it.

- It's not even there. - You got to get comfortable

being uncomfortable!

Downrange,

you trust the man on your left

and your right! That's all you got out there.

But the truth is we don't know what's going on with you, Reece.

Captain Howard has made a full-time job

out of covering your six.

And given the fact that you couldn't protect

your men nor your family,

we can't in good conscience...

You hear that, Reece?

- You got what it takes? - Hooyah, sir!

Or are you gonna tarnish your daddy's reputation

as a frogman?

Negative, sir!

Then show me you're half the fucking warrior

he was.

I guarantee I never quit on my men.

Don't you quit on me.

Varsity's here.

Our fugitive appears to be tracking north-northeast,

making this our new search area.

You'll infil from the south while our second element,

led by Marshal Wilson and Detective Garrity,

come in from the north, boxing him in.

The weather's cleared enough to get a C-2 bird and drone

over the mountain, so we're gonna have eyes in the sky.

It's just a matter of time before we ping him

or get a heat signature.

Is there a problem?

All due respect, sir,

I know Commander Reece. I served with him

in the SEAL teams. Guy's a legend.

Total patriot.

This is completely out of character for him.

What's your name?

Smitty.

Your total patriot set off a bomb

and executed a man on the streets of San Francisco.

He's being treated for traumatic brain injury

and possible brain tumor.

This is not the James Reece you remember.

Now, you are here to help me bring him in. Period.

Anyone else have a problem with that, you speak up now.

I think what Smitty meant to say

is if James Reece is off the rez,

we got our work cut out for us.

That being said,

Smitty, you're gonna ride the pine on this one.

- Boss, I'm still good to go. I... - Can't risk it.

If shit pops off out there,

I got to know you're gonna take that shot.

You'll stay back with the MCC.

- Looks like we'll be a man down, so... - You'll have

your six. I'm gonna come with.

We're best operating on our own.

I've done tactical at Quantico.

I've earned quals in survivalist training,

orienteering and backcountry tracking.

If I slow you down, I give you full permission

to leave me behind.

Copy that. Let's get ready to roll.

See you out there.

Traveling light, gents; three-day pack.

Orienteering, huh?

Boy Scouts give you a badge for that?

Eagle Scouts, Mac. Eagle Scouts. Think they know?

Look...

I know how bad we want Reece,

but you know how far he's gonna go, right?

There's no cornerman to throw in the towel

- out here. - Throw in the towel?

- I'm just saying... - Mac, who do you think you're talking to?

I winged him. Reece is injured,

and now we got the big guns on our side.

I knew it was Eagle Scouts.

...is linked to the Tedesco killing?

Did James Reece kill his men in Syria?

Any comment on any of this, sir?

Why won't you answer the question, sir?

HRT, this is Sentinel. ISR has a lock

on an unidentified heat signature

in the search area. How copy? Over.

Have you good copy. On our way.

We're gonna earn that Trident today, boys.

Sentinel, we are in!

We have an unidentified cell signal that just went active.

Sending updated GPS now.

He's really close, sir.

Just over that ridge.

All right, let's go. Move out on me.

HRT, this is Sentinel. That cell signal

is stationary, 20 meters ahead.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Hey, give me a perimeter.

Layun. Psst.

Don't touch it.

- It's not my first rodeo. - EOD,

we got a possible IED.

Let's do this.

- Leeroy Jenkins! - Down, down, down!

- Shit. - Grenade!

Shit!

Hey, give me a head count. Crazy, you up?

- Up! - Tee, are you up?

- Up! - Olson, you up?

- Up! - Lowe!

He got my pack.

We got him. Headed east from you.

HRT, we have multiple heat signatures.

- Copy. Which one's Reece? - I don't know.

He's in the creek bed.

We've got multiple heat signatures in the creek bed.

Fucker's using batteries as decoys.

Damn it.

It's negative here.

There he is.

Northwest from your position. Heading for high ground.

- Let's go, let's go. - Uphill.

Come on, let's push.

You're it, Daddy!

Come on, I tagged you.

HRT, you're closing the distance.

80 meters. He's headed straight up.

James Reece!

This is FBI Special Agent Tony Layun!

Come down with your hands up!

Come down now, Commander!

We got you pinned, Reece!

Reece!

Come talk to me!

No weapons! Just us!

We can work this out!

I know you're in pain!

It doesn't have to be like this!

Let's get you somewhere safe, get you some help!

He's on the move!

Cease fire, cease fire!

Anyone got eyes on him?

Negative, sir. He's up there, though.

Let's move out.

Hey, we're on the move. On me, uphill.

You got this, brother?

That's him. He ain't gonna give us long.

You're dope solid?

- Yep. - Precision with a rifle

requires precision of thought.

Now canoe this motherfucker's head.

Come on, boss.

The window's closing. You got to send it.

Requires precision of thought...

We know you're up there, Reece!

Reece!

Fuck he go? You think he jumped?

I hope he fucking jumped.

No, he either skirted the ridgeline

or double-backed down the mountain

and somehow we missed him.

Yo, I got something.

What does this mean?

Means he had the shot, Layun.

Oh!

HRT and SWAT element,

C-2 and ISR are officially stopped down.

We'll pick it back up when weather permits.

- Copy that, Sentinel. - SWAT element copies.

Stay dry. Stay safe. Will let you know

when eyes are back up.

Dry ain't part of the equation out here.

Enjoy that tent tonight, Dep.

Jesus Christ, gentlemen.

Goddamn it, Reece.

You tackle the fucking breacher.

Have a med kit, please.

Fuck.

Fuck you.

♪ Let's drink a toast to the admiral ♪

♪ And here's to the captain bold ♪

♪ And glory more for the commodore ♪

♪ When the deeds of the might are told ♪

♪ But off with your hats and three times three ♪

♪ For every sailor's son ♪

♪ For the men below who fight the foe ♪

♪ The men behind the guns ♪

♪ Oh, the men behind the guns ♪♪

You need reinforcements in there, babe?

Negative, Commander. I think we're good.

Baby may have had her first nightmare, though.

Tell my little Lucy she's gonna be okay.

She's brave and strong,

just like her mama.

Nope, it's not a nightmare.

She's just gassy.

Like her dad.

I miss you even when you're in the next room.

Hey, babe?

I said I can hear you, Commander.

This isn't gonna end well.

You know that, don't you?

We heard you talking. We know you're there.

Just forget it.

He's gone. He ain't gonna answer again.

You could've shot me today, but you didn't.

I know you're going through something out here,

but I think you still know I'm not your enemy.

None of us are.

We're just guys doing a job.

I bet you're tired.

I know you're hurt.

While you trained for this...

...shit, man, it is not fun out here.

You have my permission to leave

whenever you want, Agent Layun.

Sadly, I can't go home without you,

as much as I'd like to.

If we keep going, someone's gonna die out here.

And I don't think you want that.

But eventually chance, fate,

whatever else you want to call it,

gets a vote.

This can't go on forever, Reece.

It's not forever. Just till I'm done.

And when is that?

When the people who killed my family

are in the fucking ground.

What people, Reece?

You know, my dad used to always say

that war is simple.

That's the easy part.

Coming home,

that's what's hard.

Being a good father, good husband,

way harder than being a good SEAL.

And I didn't get it.

Not until I held my baby girl in my hands.

Still,

I tried to have both.

To be both.

They took her from me.

And what would your dad say

about what you did in San Francisco?

He'd say it'd be a mistake to push a man to violence

if violence is what he has dedicated his life

to perfecting.

Commander?

Reece?

Fuck.

HRT, this is Sentinel.

We're working on getting C-2 and ISR back up and running.

- Stand by. - Roger that, Sentinel.

We need those eyes.

Found something.

Compressed dirt.

Disturbed leaves. Fucker slept here.

Shit.

Looks like he took the hard way down.

Found some blood in the undergrowth.

He's still heading north, but the tracks have changed.

Shorter gait.

I think big guy's really hurting.

We got a clear direction.

Might be close enough for Loki to find him.

Loki?

We don't have to wait for C-2.

Now, the range is limited,

but we got our own eyes in the sky.

All right, pack it up.

Loki'll do his thing. We're back on the hunt, gents.

Hey, bug.

Oh, don't go.

Damn it.

Loki's down, but we got him. He's one klick north.

All right, let's push. Move out.

SWAT element, this is HRT.

We've got him. Sending grid coordinates now.

Copy that, HRT. We are moving to you.

Hands up!

Hands up!

Everybody back!

Get your men back. Everybody back.

You heard the man.

Get back.

Get back!

Everyone back. Everyone back.

- Come on. - All right.

You're blue, I'm green, but we all bleed the same color.

You don't want to do that. Easy.

What are you, Army?

Even SEALs need heroes.

Then you know what this is.

You fire, I clack this off.

You keep your men back.

You tell HRT to hold their position.

I can't do that, Commander.

Put it down, Commander.

Don't make me kill you.

HRT is in position.

Don't do it!

Ah!

- Fall back! - No, no, no!

Mac!

Okay.

No. No.

No.

Come on, Mac.

Come on. Wake up, Army.

All right. All right.

All right. All right.

Wake up, Army.

Wake up for me, Army.

Mac!

Mac!

Wake up, Army.

Okay. Okay.

You're okay. You're okay, Army.

Okay.

You're okay, Army. You're okay. You're okay.

Mac!

Mac.

- Mac. - Back up. Back up.

- Mac, wake up. - SWAT element, do you copy?

What's her status, Tee?

She's breathing, but she's hypoxic.

Mac, Mac, Mac.

- Where's Reece? - Sending medevac

to your location. How copy, sir?

Come on, Mac.

Does anyone have eyes on Reece?

Stay with me.

Stay with me, Mac.

The mudslide, believed to have been caused

by an explosion of some sort, happened earlier today.

And while it's still too soon to be certain,

initial reports speculate James Reece is dead.

Fuck.

Hey.

Thought I told you to leave.

Fuck.

I'm sorry, Liz.

Thank you for these.

Any word on Katie Buranek?

The reporter?

She's alive.

She must've really wanted the story to

get that close to Horn. Took stones.

You know, I saw them out in the woods.

Lauren and Lucy.

I like that. Kept you going.

Watching over you.

No, it's...

I keep remembering the same morning over and over again.

The details are different, but...

it's, uh...

I need to get it out of my head.

Why?

It's getting in the way.

I get that.

After Najaf, took me 18 months

to rehab my injuries, but

even after I was off crutches, still couldn't fly.

Kept thinking about the crash. Seeing my co-pilot.

Blamed myself for it, I did.

Wondering what I could've done different.

I guess what I mean is, Reece,

maybe whatever's going on

in your head ain't just about the tumor.

Maybe some of it is just about dealing with the loss.

And no matter how many people you kill, man,

even after you get 'em all...

ain't nothin' gonna bring them back.

How far are we from the jump?

I'll let you know when we're close.

We're clear!

Hey, Liz!

Roll Tide!

♪ The devil whispers ♪

♪ In my ear ♪

♪ It's time for your curtain call ♪

♪ So I dress myself on up ♪

♪ With alcohol ♪

♪ Step aside, step aside ♪

♪ Oh, let the whistler through ♪

♪ There really ain't no help at all ♪

♪ For folks like me and you ♪

♪ Don't go downtown ♪

♪ Don't go downtown ♪

♪ Get your goddamn hands out ♪

♪ Don't you look at me ♪

♪ No one's dying here alone ♪

♪ Well, I came to get it on ♪

♪ Let's get it on ♪

♪ This time is different ♪

♪ Not like the time before ♪

♪ I cross my heart ♪

♪ That I won't kill no more ♪♪