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The capitol bombing was carried out
with great success.

Fifty-two casualties.
Mostly high-ranking government officials.

More.

Um...

The prime minister of Costa Verde
has refused our request to meet.

I have exhausted all options.

What about the girl?

Her real name is Yuki Mifune.

She's working for the United States...

under a code name, Lady Death.

Do we know where she is?

Not yet.

Find her.

At any cost!

At any cost.

Yeah, it's a bummer.
I was looking forward to that game.

But duty calls,
so I gave the tickets to my ex-wife.

Hm.

Sidney mentioned how excited he was to go.

That's big of you.

What do you mean?

Not everyone's on such good terms
with their ex-wife's new husband.

No, no. Not that. I mean,
what do you mean, "Sidney mentioned"?

Last time we were on the phone.
He said how pumped he was.

He invited me, actually.

You were on the phone?

When were you on the phone
with my ex-wife's new husband?

Well, it wasn't just him. Shelly too.
We were Zooming and she popped in and...

Don't worry. I told them I couldn't go,
if that's what you're thinking.

- No. No, that's not what I'm thinking.
- Okay. Good.

What I'm thinking is, you were Skyping
with my ex-wife's husband.

- Zooming.
- Zooming. Right. My bad.

Why the hell were you Zooming?

This time? Uh...

This time? There've been other times?

I mean, yeah. Every now and then,
when it's too hard to meet up in person.

Okay.

Just you, Shelly, and Sidney.
That's lovely.

It is. Really is.

Oh, no, by all means, continue.

Gentlemen, I've got good news.

Lady Death is alive.

I didn't know
we thought she was dead, sir.

Is she okay?

For the past six months,
while you two were in Colombia,

I sent her on a mission
to terminate Ivan Bubalo.

The cult leader?

Oh, no, no.
He's much more than a cult leader.

They call him Bubalo the Conqueror.

His regime is quickly gaining
the political and territorial foothold

to cause serious unrest in the region.

Where he was once at war
with the legitimate government of Malta,

he and his cronies have now managed to put
an entirely new administration in place,

one with which he works hand-in-hand.

His cult, or terrorist cell,
call themselves the State of Aragon.

And unlike al Qaeda and Hezbollah,
their allegiance is not to God or Allah.

It is to Bubalo.

- This is good for us.

I feel if we can cut off the head,
we can kill the snake,

and the State of Aragon
will come to a swift end.

The head will need to be not only Bubalo's

but its top-ranking officials.

Five in total.

And you sent LD to do just that,
I take it?

Six months ago.

After she infiltrated the base,
I lost contact.

I haven't heard from her since. Until now.

She sent an SOS signal from a phone
that we traced back to Bubalo's palace.

Gentlemen,
your mission is to extract Lady D...

and finish what she started.

Find LD and cut off
the head of the snake. Copy.

All six snakes.

The CIA can't officially be involved.

That's where we come in.

Okay. Let's get to work.

And now.

- There you go, buddy. Sweet dreams.

Okay.

Hello, Ana.

Ana Costa. The State of Aragon's
minister of propaganda.

She keeps the followers in check,
with fear and intimidation,

so Bubalo can keep the appearance
of benevolent savior.

Sounds great. Consider her dead, sir.

Moving on, don't we have
some sort of "No shirt, no shoes" policy?

Oh, Ana, you couldn't
just make this easy for me.

Come on, buddy.
Why don't you go take a walk?

B, I'm in the upstairs bathroom.

Seems like
you'd have a perfect shot up here.

Ah. Good to know. Thanks.

I'm gonna take these curtains down
so you have this shot all day.

Good thinking. How are you gonna--?

Oops. Someone needs to make a Target run.

Hope they have green.

I've got eyes on Mario 1.

Mario Fava, Bubalo's head of security.

Perhaps the most ruthless
of the entire bunch.

He delights
in turning the faithful followers

into mindless war machines

and uses routine death matches
to separate the weak from the strong.

Katrina wants to see you on the terrace.

It's private.

Miss Costa?

It's private.

You hear that?
I'm sending Mario 1 up to the terrace.

Yeah, I heard that. You speak Maltese?

No. No, just that one phrase.

Gotta be prepared, B. Do your research.

Old-fashioned.

Katrina Costa. Sister of Ana Costa
and Bubalo's personal accountant.

The person in charge
of Bubalo's astronomical wealth.

She's forced much of the Maltese
working poor into abject poverty.

At which point, allegiance to
the State of Aragon is their only way out.

Mario Fava wants to see you
on the terrace.

It's private.

Excuse me.

Katrina Costa is
en route to join Mario 1 on the terrace.

Should be a BOGO for you. How you doing?

Still waiting on the sister.

She's a sitting duck, but she's got
a bodyguard that ain't budging.

Good luck with that.
I'm gonna keep hunting for Lady Death.

Oh, shit.

Mario Muscat, aka Mario 2,

on account of there being
another high-ranking Mario.

Bubalo's attorney.

His back-channel influence
and bullish political sway

have made Bubalo untouchable.

- Done.
- Done.

Aw, man. Just like Elvis.

So long, asshole.

Zero, I need cleanup on Aisle 5.

Yeah, I don't know
what the hell that means.

- I just shot Mario 2 on the toilet.
- The window thing worked?

Someone will need to use the bathroom.
We're gonna be blown.

Yeah. Don't worry about it.
It's right around the corner.

I'll take care-- Oh, shit.

- What?
- Nothing.

Bubalo wants to see you on the terrace.

It's private.

What is this?

I need to use the bathroom.

Bubalo...

Bubalo wants to see you on the terrace.

It's private.

Why would Bubalo want to see me?
Who are you?

Hm.

Bubalo wants to see you on the terrace.

Okay. Then I must go...

if the master calls.

How do I look?

It's private.

You couldn't have shot
the 110-pound woman on the toilet?

There you go, bucko.

Ah.

Mario 1.

From what I hear, Katrina Costa wants
to see you on the terrace.

So where the hell is she?

Ah.

There you are.

So who's first?

So...

So, what? You asked to see me?

- I was told you wanted to see me.
- No. There must be some misunderstanding.

Well, while we're alone... there is
something I need to talk to you about.

It's private--

How about both?

- Zoran Zoric.

Bubalo's doctor.

In addition to-- Oh, the hell with it.

Read your dossier.

He's bad. Take him out. Go!

Who are you?

The piper.
And your balance is long overdue.

He saved my life.

He's a friend.

We gotta get you out of here.

He's coming with us.

Okay, doc. Lead the way.

I have LD and the doctor.
It's a long story.

Your radio's on. I heard everything.

Even that part
about his balance being overdue.

Okay. Shut up.

Three down, two to go.
Let's finish and get out of here.

Working on it.

Oh, what's that? Better go investigate.

Dr. Zoric.

- Is this not...?
- These are two new recruits.

Happy day.

This is the traitor.
She tried to kill Bubalo.

No! You have her confused.

He wasn't on the hit list,
but he didn't seem like a very good guy.

B, we've been made!
You need to take care of Bubalo now.

I have him.
But he's completely surrounded.

- Do you have an exit strategy?
- Working on it. Take him out.

Is Yuki safe?

Yeah, she's fine. Get Bubalo. Let's go.

May God bless the State of Aragon!

Today and forever.

We're out of here, B.
We'll meet you at the rendezvous point.

I'd say that went pretty well,
all things considered.

Dr. Zoric, we owe you a debt of gratitude.
Thank you.

Is that Beckett?

Evening, sir.

Congratulations
on a very successful mission.

- I'm just happy to see Yuki alive.
- Yeah, aren't we all?

A chopper will be there bright and early
to lift you out.

For now, batten down the hatches.
Get some rest.

Dr. Zoric, this is Brandon.
Brandon, you're familiar.

I am.

I owe this man my life.

It took three months for them to trust me
and truly accept me.

But once they did,
I quickly became a favorite.

Bubalo would personally request
her presence.

He always took a special liking

to those that made him feel as though
his influence stretched across the globe.

I was with him regularly,

playing along, waiting for the moment
when I could strike.

But Bubalo is never alone.

- Well, almost never.

I finally got my chance, but...

Ana Costa.

The only person we all feared
more than Bubalo himself.

I was shot four times in the back

and barely managed to escape.

By sheer luck, I found her, unconscious.

Had I been even one minute later,
she would have certainly died.

If not from her wounds,
then from a patrolling guard.

He risked his own life to save mine.

We're very grateful.

Thank you.

We've all had a long day.

Let's get some shut-eye.
Be ready for the chopper in the morning.

I call floor!

Hey.

Jeep's gone.

- Doctor.
- No. Please, please, please.

Shit.

Whoa.

It's password-protected, asshole.

Okay. Not bad.

Go for Reggie.

Hey, Reggie. Zeke Rosenberg.

Listen, I need you
to ping a laptop for me.

Look, I'm afraid
without consent from the laptop's owner,

I'm not at liberty to... what have you.

What the hell are you talking about?
Patriot Act.

Of course.
But I would still need a proper warrant.

I assume it's sensitive.

I won't pry.
Can you obtain the documentation for me?

Just do it, and I promise
I won't even mention your name. Okay?

I don't even know you. What's your name?

Reggie.

No, I know.
I just-- I mean, like, who are you?

What's the meaning of this call?

You called me.
You wanted me to ping a laptop.

Reggie. Can you help me or not?

- No. Apologies.
- Yeah.

Oh...

- Hello.
- Intelligence Pete.

Zero.

Hey. Listen, I need a favor, buddy.

What do you need? Wait, are you moving?

No. Listen, it's probably impossible.

G.R.I.T.'s techie couldn't do it,
so I figured I'd just call just in case.

Oh, G.R.I.T.'s techie couldn't do it?
Come on, Zero. What is it?

If I give you an address,

could you ping a laptop within,
say, the nearest--?

I got three laptops and a dozen or so
cell phones in your immediate vicinity.

- Do you want me to go out further?
- I didn't even give you an address.

You're talking to me on a GPS device.

Okay, hotshot. The three laptops.
There's one in a café across from me.

There's two.

- Okay. What's on the first one?
- The Bed Bath & Beyond website.

Looks like they're in the market
for an air fryer. Oh, and towels.

The air fryer's in the cart.
But the towels--

Yeah, that's good. Good.
Great. And the second one?

Okay. Um, you know, I don't really
feel comfortable with this, Zero.

IP. Come on. I need you to tell me, buddy.

Listen. It isn't always easy
saving the world. Okay?

Yeah, it's just, I don't think
you're gonna want to hear this.

IP.

Okay, if you insist.

She is holding a banana, Zero,
and not with her hands,

and he is peeling it.

Okay, okay. Okay. No, no, no.

Okay, so we have Bed Bath & Beyond
and banana. That's it?

No, you know what? There's three.

Okay, this one's interesting, Zero.

He's on the dark web.
Guy does not appear to be an amateur.

What is he doing? Give me everything.
Can you mirror it to my phone?

Maybe. Give me a minute.

Okay, he's chatting with someone
calling themselves Prince Caspian.

They're coordinating an exchange...

Whoa.

Prince Caspian is paying 5.2 million

for something code-named
the Maltese Falcon.

Like the movie?

Or the book, but, yes, sure,
the movie, if that helps you.

Uh-- Oh, hang on. Looks like
it's going down in a couple hours.

I have coordinates.
I can send them to you.

Intelligence Pete, you've done it again,
my friend. Thank you.

Prince Caspian has exited the vehicle.

He's got a bodyguard with him.

All right, guys, I can't see shit.

Give me a heads-up when they're done
and I'll follow Caspian.

- Copy?
- Copy.

LD?

Yuki, you copy?

B, you got eyes on Yuki?

I do not.

Goddamn it!

Yes, Zero. Lady Death has gone rogue.

Shocker.

- The Maltese Falcon?
- Right here.

- The code?
- The diamonds?

Two, seven, two, seven.

What's the problem?
I can show you how to use it.

What is this bullshit?

It was working perfectly
the last time I checked. What's wrong?

Wave if you're okay.

Either this thing's broken
or she's in my car.

And according to my driver,
that's not the case, so--

Zero, we have a problem.

Prince Caspian jumped in his car
and he's headed your way.

Aw, shit! What happened to my heads-up?

Lady Death happened.
I told you not to park so far away.

B, we've been over this.
He knows what our car looks like!

I'm heading down.

How do you know him?
What's your business with him?

LD, he's dying.

- Answer me!
- He's bleeding out. He won't make it.

Tell me what you were selling to him!

Back up. Back up.

- Who are you? Who are you?
- He's dead!

How do you know him?

- Yuki. Yuki! He's dead.
- Tell me!

- What happened?
- Tell me!

Yuki?

That man was Soshi Mifune.

My father.

My birth parents died
when I was 5 years old, and he adopted me.

He loved me and cared for me
until my 10th birthday.

On that day, everything changed.

He blindfolded me
and told me he had a surprise.

I thought I was getting a pony.

I don't know where he took me,

but he kept me locked inside
for six weeks,

with only enough rice and water
to keep me alive.

He broke me
and rebuilt me into an assassin.

When I was 15,
I was ready for my first assignment.

A cook who had stolen money
from my father.

Supposedly.

By 21, I was his most trusted assassin.

Until my 25th birthday...

when I killed him and escaped.

Sayonara, Papa.

At least, I thought I did.

Before you start spouting lies,

let me say that we have security footage
of you doing business with Dr. Zoric.

You have one chance to tell us

where to find that treacherous
little bitch, Lady Death,

or you'll be as dead
as that man on the floor behind you.

I appreciate
how it looks from your cameras...

but you've misunderstood
my dealings with your Dr. Zoric.

You see, we have a common enemy.

I want her as dead as you do.

I don't know about that.

Well, on this,
you'll just have to take my word.

And thanks to the good doctor...

I'm in possession of a tracking device

that will tell us
exactly where to find her.

So I suggest,
rather than get in each other's way,

we pool our resources.

I know the password. And you have an army.

We want the same thing.

Mister...?

Mifune.

Mr. Mifune.

You have 48 hours.

Go.

- Our resources are at your disposal.
- Fantastic.

Let's start with him.

Ugh.
That was the worst meal I've ever had.

Intel Pete's calling.

Answer it.

Who the hell was that?

Six missed calls from Intelligence Pete.

- Better see what he wants.
- Yeah.

It's about time.

Hey. You're on speaker
with Brandon and LD.

Good. Listen, I kept digging
into the Prince Caspian thing.

I figured out what the Maltese Falcon is.

LD, there's a tracking device on you.

That asshole auctioned off your location
to the highest bidder.

Prince Caspian won, whoever that is.

Thanks, IP.

Zoric gave you a phone
to call the Colonel, right?

- Did he let you keep it?
- Did he insist that you keep it?

We spent the night
in the same room with this guy.

We can't be too safe.
We should get rid of all our phones.

Yeah.

Okay, all right.
Both of you. On three, ready?

One, two, three.

- I think Yuki got that one.
- It was me.

That was me.

Yeah. Fine.
Listen, we can't stop with our phones.

He had access to our cars,
clothes, computers.

- He could have tagged anything.
- You're right. So we destroy everything.

Probably should have told the colonel
we were going AWOL

before we destroyed our phones.

Hello.

About time. Wow.

I'd like the grilled cheese
and tomato soup.

No pickles, please.

Oh.

And what kind of orange pop do you have?

Orange pop? You're in a brewery.
You're not gonna order a beer?

No. And again, no pickles. Please.

It's very important that no pickle juice
comes into contact with my crust. Okay?

Thanks.

I've lost contact with my team.

We last spoke when they were on their way

to intercept something
called the Maltese Falcon

from someone called Prince Caspian,

on the advice
of someone called Intelligence Pete.

Now I need help finding them,
assuming they're still alive.

Let's get a table.

I actually prefer the bar.
I just like to be higher up--

Okay. A table's fine.

- They've gone dark?
- Completely off the grid.

- That's good. Smart thinking.
- What now?

The Maltese Falcon is a tracking number.
Yuki's been bugged.

Someone wanted to find her. Very badly.

Shit.

Cameras.

The coordinates you gave them

led them to an abandoned fortress,
recently acquired by Ivan Bubalo.

All of his properties are equipped
with cameras.

But the footage is on a local network.

I can take us there,
if you can get us past the firewall.

I'm sure I can. But where are we going?

Malta.

Right. Yeah. Okay, I'm in.

I'll just need to swing home
to get my keyboard and mouse.

- I can probably use whatever you have.
- Good.

Intelligence Pete...

call your mom.

Tell her you love her.

Because if I find out
you've set my team up,

you won't be coming home.

Grilled cheese. No pickle.

It's important that no pickle juice
come in contact with his crust.

And an orange pop, please.

Okay, we should split up.

You get the guns.
You get the clothes. I'll get the car.

Kind of sexist to assume
that LD wants to get the clothes.

No, no, no. That's not what I meant.

I just didn't want to tell anyone else
to steal the car.

Could have told me to
get the guns and him to get the clothes.

Fine.

However you want to do it.

Hey, someone doesn't speak Japanese, so...

Car, guns, clothes.

I'd like a slim-fit bootcut.
Uh, waist, 31.

Fuck off!

Do you have this in a medium?

What's your poison?

- Barrett M82.

Kid's toy.
I got something better. How about this?

That's the kid's toy.
Just give me the Remington there.

Well, your loss.
Okay, Remington it is. Scope?

Schmidt & Bender. Day.

Marine, huh?

Fresh out of those,
but I got this Russian puppy.

- I'll take that one.
- Nah, that's a hunting scope.

Yeah, well, I grew up hunting, so...

Okay, whatever.
Um, anything else you need?

Uh, DOPE book, rangefinder?

Take these three Berettas.
Uh, gonna need a couple of knives.

- That an Uzi?
- Yeah.

What else you got in here?

Wait.

One more thing.

- Well, you got clothes in there for me?
- Oh, I sure do.

- Really?
- Yeah. That's all they had in your size.

So you're telling me that in all of Malta,
they didn't have one size-large T-shirt?

Yes. Very limited selections here.

- Man, you're a real piece of--
- Guys!

I think we should get going.

I agree.

I don't speak Japanese!

Let's go!

Now, was that so hard?

Hey, B.

You got me aviators?

I got you an Uzi.

Thanks, man.

Sorry we're not flying private.

G.R.I.T. is very black ops...

which has its advantages.

Unfortunately, it prohibits me
from using our better toys,

especially on such short notice.

Nah, it's cool.

I've never flown anything but commercial.

I mean, usually first class, but...

coach is fine.

- Again, the short notice.
- Yeah, no...

Um, maybe just...

Maybe just take
your assigned window seat.

You know, give us a little buffer.

I assumed we'd make an offer

to trade whoever has the middle seat
so we can talk.

But if you prefer...

Yeah.

- What can I get you?
- Scotch on the rocks, please.

Nothing for him.

I'll take a Sunkist or Fanta,
whatever you have.

Big choice for an airline.

- Is this gonna be a problem?
- It might be.

My God.

- Good, bad?
- It's...

How have I not known about this?

It's perfect.

Here. Try it.

No, I'm okay.

You don't understand. You need to try it.

I don't think it goes well with Scotch.

It goes well with anything. Try it.

Okay. Fine. Have it your way.

Hey, what--? Whoa. That's not cool.

He's gonna have to report that.
Stranger touched his belongings.

Our mission is in here.
I need you to get it out.

- In the--? Wait, this guy's with us?
- Take the laptop.

- Do you have the password?
- Nope.

I see.

Okay.

- All right, what am I looking for?
- Find it and tell me.

All right.

Um...

Photos of him with his family, his dog.

Okay, here's last year's taxes,
bank statements,

his Social Security number.
Is there something specific?

Hey. Hey, that's my laptop, asshole.

These are my bank statements.
What the hell are you doing?

- Ma'am! Ma'am!
- Sorry, what's the problem?

Uh, yeah, this guy stole my laptop
while I was sleeping!

It's all fine. I'm in the CIA.
Do you have any more of this Crash?

- Right?!

Anything?

Nope.

We've been on this impromptu stakeout
for nine hours.

I think it's safe to say
that we destroyed that bug

when LD blasted her phone.

Yeah. You're probably right.

It's just that everything
we brought to Malta is in that truck.

If it wasn't the phone,
then the doctor's tracker's down there.

We just give it one more hour,
see if he takes the bait.

You're not the one stuck out here
on your stomach.

Isn't that what you do?

One more hour.

- Oh, shit!

What the hell?

Hang on, B!

We'll shake him!

What is with this guy?

What the fuck?

This doesn't make any goddamn sense.
We put everything we had down there.

He saw us, followed us.

Bullshit!

We took every precaution,
there is no way he saw us.

But he knew we were up there.

LD, are you sure you got--?

Listen!

Zero, we got made...

somewhere along the line
while we were setting that trap.

No way. There's no way.

He knew. Somehow.

Oh, shit.

What?

Why the hell are you
looking at me like a creepy old man?

- Ah, shit.
- Yeah.

What?

Zoric didn't put it on you.

It's in you.

He stitched it into your bullet wound.

We don't have a choice, LD.
We gotta cut it out.

Which one?

Okay. There's a 25% chance
we only have to do this once.

- Just do it.
- You sure you know what you're doing?

No, I don't know what the hell I'm doing.

But I'm the one
with the most field training, remember?

- But does that really make you qualified?
- You're the one who said it.

I'm sorry, I'm just really nervous.

- You're nervous?
- Sorry.

- Can I please go?
- Go!

Little more light.

- Light. Light.
- I don't know what you want.

- You gotta be more specific.
- I want more light!

Sorry. Sorry.

I can't really see anything,
so I'm just trying to go a little deeper.

You're done. Zero, you do it.

Oh, yeah. I don't know, LD.

- Do it!
- Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm so sorry. Here we go.

- You a fucking butcher?
- I'm certainly not a doctor!

Ah, shit.

- Anything?
- No. Nothing. Sorry.

- So you want me to go to the other one?
- No! Brandon!

Okay.

- Light.
- Holy shit. I'm gonna fucking punch you.

- Bingo.
- Oh, hell, yes!

Okay. Now we just need to get it out.

Tweezers probably would have been
a good idea.

Yes, Captain Hindsight,
that would have been ideal.

I'm gonna go as quickly as possible, okay?

Uh-huh.

- Got it! Got it! Done.
- Oh, thank God.

Now we just gotta destroy it.

No.

This time, we'll set a trap
that actually works.

♪ You can run on for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time ♪

♪ Great God Almighty
Is gonna cut you down ♪

♪ Go and tell that long tongue liar ♪

♪ Go and tell that midnight rider ♪

♪ Tell the rambler, the gambler
The back biter ♪

♪ God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down ♪

♪ You can run on for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time ♪

♪ Great God Almighty
Is gonna cut you down ♪

♪ Go and tell that long tongue liar ♪

♪ Go and tell that midnight rider ♪

♪ Tell the rambler, the gambler
The back biter ♪

♪ God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down ♪

♪ God Almighty's gonna cut you down ♪

♪ Go tell that long tongue liar ♪

♪ Go and tell that midnight rider ♪

♪ Tell the rambler, the gambler
The back biter ♪

♪ God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down ♪

♪ God Almighty's gonna cut you down ♪

Okay. Now we destroy this damn chip.

Would you like to do the honors?

Is it done?

No, it isn't.

Hello, Papa.

Hello, Yuki.

If you want me...

I say where and when.

Come alone. I'll do the same.

Send the address.

If I navigated this correctly,
and I know I did,

we're directly beneath Bubalo's palace.

I'll keep a lookout.

You find the security footage.

We're still not close enough
for me to access the local network.

- We're directly beneath it.
- Yeah, in a cave.

Not a great place to get a strong signal.
We're gonna have to go in on foot.

Still no sign of a network.

We need to get closer.

How much closer?

We're practically in the goddamn house.

Nothing?

Still nothing.

Damn it!

- I'll have to boost you over this gate.
- I got it.

- The footage?
- Not so fast.

I have signal.

Now I just need to get into the network.

Boom. In.

That was ridiculously easy.

For a man of Ivan Bubalo's status,
he really needs to up his IT game.

Security footage, please.

Yeah. What was the date?

Three days ago.

Okay.

Seriously, who is running his IT?

The whole database is super unorganized.

We'll leave your résumé in the mailbox.
Right now, we need the footage.

Whoa! What?

Okay.

Okay, that was close.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay. Okay, I found the footage.

But there's, like, a dozen angles
and the files are encrypted.

What are you saying?
That we came all this way for nothing?

No, no. I should be able to decrypt it.

I mean, this IT guy is seriously amateur.

Yeah. Wow, that was just too easy.
Okay, we're good.

And I have eyes on Brandon
and a very angry-looking Japanese man.

Soshi Mifune.

We need to find him. He's our only lead.

- How do you propose we do that?
- Do you know who I am?

- Okay.

What the--?

- Let's go. We gotta jam.
- No, no. My laptop.

- Forget the damn laptop.
- No!

Looks like your intel was right.

- That's him.
- I read about this.

This is Bubalo's version
of Guantanamo Bay.

Okay. I guess we're going in on foot.

We?

I'm sorry, sir, I wanna help,
but my weapon is my computer,

which I no longer have.

I know. And you're damn good.

But today, G.R.I.T. needs more out of you.

With all due respect, sir,
I'm not officially a member of G.R.I.T.

You are now.

Let's go.

I don't even know how to use this.

I'll teach you.

Do this.

Let's move.

Ah, fuck.

There's gotta be another way in.

Wait, wait, wait.

My laptop's still at the palace.

I should be able to access it
with my phone.

And access
all of Bubalo's security cameras?

Exactly.

- I'm in.
- Okay, let's go.

Uh, let's see. There's a lot of cameras.

I think we're... Let me just find them.

Oh, okay. That's us.

So... Okay, looks like
that guard is right--

Oh, shit.

Good going, Pete.

You shot him. You shot him.

Wait, let me get my footing here.

We're on Camera 6, so that's probably--

Wait, wait, wait!

Clear.

- I found Prince Caspian.
- Lead the way.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- There's people in there.
- Sounds like it.

Well, that guy had keys.

Eyes on the mission.

Oh, shit. They have LD.

They have LD!

Yuki.

Lady Death.

Daughter.

I'm not your daughter.

No, I suppose not.

I'm as impressed by you as ever.

But you know...

as you've always known...

it would all catch up to you one day.

You've lost.

You're with her?

Ah.

We realized we had similar interests.

Namely...

seeing you dead.

Does that upset you?

Hm?

Do you feel you're being treated unfairly?

I don't feel anything.

Because you realize, I have no choice.

There's a code.

There's a system.

Lest we forget...

you tried to kill me first.

Even if I wanted to let you live...

it's not my choice.

Do you want to let me live?

No.

Then do it.

Come on...

Papa.

Wait!

I want to pull the trigger.

LD? Oh, shit.

They have Zero and Brandon.

God, a little heads-up!

Sorry. I was getting into it.

Okay, okay.

Wait, wait, wait.

He dead?

Yeah, looks like it.

What's going on with the other guys?

Sorry, we couldn't let you go alone.

But you don't worry about us.

You wanna kill him, you kill him.

You do what you have to do.

You're such a disappointment.

I always win.

God. Shoot him
in his fucking head right now.

Always.

Cover me.

- How did you find us?
- We'll tell you later.

Okay.

Use your phone.
Find a safe route back to the car.

Anybody comes at you, you know what to do.

Exactly. Go.

My fight is not with any of you.

Please just let me pass.

It's okay. It's okay, I'm here to help.

Take these.

Go to the cells.
Get everybody out. I'll cover you.

You might need this.

Honestly, that was pretty easy.
Thought there'd be more of them.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Hey, I got him.

You sure did, son.

You sure did.

And in international news,

the trial of Soshi Mifune,
one of Interpol's Most Wanted,

is set to begin today.

Mifune has finally been deemed fit
to stand trial

after months spent recovering

from the severe injuries
he sustained in Malta.

Joining me now is
New York Times best-selling author

and former counterterrorism agent
Fred Burton.

Fred, what do you make of this trial?

Well, first, Preston,
thanks so much for having me on.

This is a very interesting trial

that many believed
would never really actually happen.

Let's face it, Soshi Mifune had once
been thought to be untouchable.

Now, rumor has it,

they're going to perp-walk him
into the courthouse.

What do you make of that?

Well, to me, that is a clear sign

that the authorities want
to send a message

that even Soshi Mifune
can't escape justice forever.

The whole world is going
to watch this trial,

which is set to begin
in a matter of minutes.

And end just as fast.

He'll get a slap on the wrist

and a short stay
in a minimum-security prison.

Such bullshit.

- Oh, snap!

Soshi Mifune appears
to have been shot in the head.

- It appeared to be a sniper shot...
- You lose, motherfucker.

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