All language subtitles for The.Terminal.List.Dark.Wolf.S01E04.2160p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.HDR.H.265-4kHdHub.com.srt - eng(4)

[Haverford] I'm offering you a chance
to finish what you started.

You know my target, Massoud Danawi.

This is a joint
Agency-Mossad Sanction unit.

You never said this was a joint operation.

I said I work against Iran.

Mossad being here ain't a big leap.

Danawi received five million in crypto,

with instructions
to deliver that money to this guy.

[Tal] Balázs Molnar.

No one on Molnar's side knows
what Danawi looks like.

Mohammad, as Danawi,
is gonna meet with Molnar

and purchase whatever it is
he's trying to sell to Iran.

With my bearings,
Iran has adequate uranium

to build a bomb in less than a year.

West entrance has a third party.

- [Ish] Closing the distance.
- [Ben] Coming to you.

[dramatic music playing]

Ish is KIA.

You get that .

[commuters screaming]

[camera shutter clicks]

[♪ River Crombie playing "Simple Man"]

♪ Well, Mama told me ♪

♪ When I was young ♪

♪ "Come sit beside me ♪

♪ my only son ♪

♪ and listen closely ♪

♪ to what I say ♪

♪ And if you do this ♪

♪ it'll help you some sunny day ♪

♪ Ah, yeah" ♪

♪ ♪

[birds twittering]

[somber ambient music playing]

[chuckles softly]

That's all Ish traveled with?

That's all we can send home.

Mo was saying he has a wife and kids.

Yeah, he was estranged.

Uh...

Yeah, Ish married the job.

They should know what he died for, sir.

Eh, this isn't about ceremony for us.

No tridents in coffins.

[deep breath]

Ish will be a star on a wall,
and that's enough.

[sets down book]

I'm sorry for your loss, sir.

You got the guy that got Ish.

[Haverford chuckles softly]

Thank you.

[rain trickling]

[tense music playing]

[entry bells jingle]

[thunder rumbles]

[thunder booming]

[beeps]

[line ringing]

[The Contact] Hello?

- Uh, sir, this is--
- Names aren't necessary.

Just know I'm a friend of your father's
from his days with the Scouts.

And I'm happy to help pay off an old debt.

Did he tell you why I'm calling?

Haven't talked to him. Just email.

But it's clear he doesn't know
what happened with you and the teams.

Well, this, uh, this isn't about me, sir.

You'd like to know about Jed Haverford.

I'd like to know who I'm working for, yes.

May I ask, are the risks
that have been taken

bigger than the cost
of what you're trying to prevent?

Not when you put it like that.

Then the man you're working for is doing
what he's done for the past 30 years.

[thunder booms]

Jed Haverford helped
found the Iranian Operations Division.

He's had one purpose since 1983:

to keep a tiger in its cage.

He's dedicated his life to that cause.

- What happened in '83?
- Islamic jihad happened.

A proxy force for the Iranian hardliners

bombed our embassy in Beirut.

[men screaming]

Jed and the Agency worked there.

Lost eight friends
and two vertebrae in the attack.

♪ ♪

Only made him tougher, though.

So he's motivated.

Oh, yes.

Jed Haverford's ability to hold a grudge

has done more for America in the region
than the last two wars.

- [sighs]
- [The Contact] And he runs

the longest tenured asset inside Tehran.

An insider, codenamed the Shepherd.

♪ ♪

[chatter and laughter]

[festive party music playing]

[man laughs]

[speaking Farsi]
Look what they brought for you.

Minister, you honor us.

What do you say, Babak?

Thank you, Minister.

You're welcome.

Can you read the inscription on the box?

"The handle of your dagger
is world seizing."

Your father is helping Iran
seize the world.

[speaks Farsi]

Ah, Babak?

Careful, Babak!

This is not a toy,
this is the gift of a war hero.

We are grateful for your generosity,
Minister.

I hope it reminds him of his home country.

You are generous to us.

We have karaoke for those who want...

No, no wait wait. One more gift!
Babak dear.

Babak, dear, this is for you.

What do you think is inside?

Huh? Are you happy?

An iPhone! Thank you, Uncle, thank you!
It's the best gift ever.

I adore you.

With the work your father is doing
to open Iran back to the world...

...you will need a powerful tool
like this.

Plus, it has Candy Crush!

[children cheering]

[Vahid and Babak speaking Farsi]

[speaking Farsi]
A wonderful party.

Thank you for all you've done
these past few months

for Iran and our nuclear program.

I know it's not easy
being so far from home.

You're too kind.

And you, Vahid...

It will be good to get you
back to Tehran...

Hmm.

...and remember where you're from.

I look forward to it, Minister.

My part of this work will be done
within the week.

Thank you again. God keep you safe.

[Cyrus sighs]

What?

He's right.

You're forgetting yourself.

You know as well as I...

...this is not the time to be swimming
in these waters.

It's the task we've been given.

Your work is meaningful too, Cyrus.
Life changing.

It shows the power of diplomacy.

But what do you think happens when we give
technology like this to men like Yousef?

We rise through the ranks,
and take back control.

Control?

Look at the chaos caused by our allies
who fight with sticks and rocks.

What do you think happens when
nuclear weapons are in the wrong hands?

They won't be in the wrong hands.

Maybe it's you who's been away
from our country too long.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[uneasy music playing]

♪ ♪

[chimes]

[Landry exhales]

[fork clinks]

[chuckles]

Okay.

Checkmate.

[chuckles]

.

That's the beauty of the game, man.

Even a pawn can take a king.

Wait, did we bet on this?

[chuckles] Good game.

[Haverford] Heard from my source.

Dinner at the table tonight.

We are up and running. [chuckles]

Finally.

I was beginning
to find this shit interesting.

Thanks to Edwards
getting that photo in Budapest,

we now know Molnar is working with

the Khalid Network.

The Khalid Network?

Black-market nuclear proliferation group.

Makes sense Tehran turns to them.

This nuclear deal will
set them back decades.

[Haverford] But what's
beyond comprehension is that,

even knowing that
someone else may be in play,

the hardliners have decided
to keep this exchange on track.

[Ben] We've been tracking
Danawi's phone for weeks.

No calls, no texts. Why now?

[Eliza] Tehran has
a hidden enrichment facility

coming online.

Last chance to get new tech
into the country before the agreement.

So, Iran ditches the ratlines,

and goes direct between the Khalid Network

and the Quds Forces? Bold move.

Well, my sources say that

the Khalid Network
is moving Molnar's bearings

from Budapest to Geneva

by road this week.

We're gonna hit that shipment en route.

Who's the source?

Someone inside.

So here's the play.

We intercept the convoy,

we insert our team in the delivery stream,

and then we close the deal with Tehran.

So we're giving them what they want?

No, Tal.

We're giving them upstream disruption.

We'll take Molnar
and his bearings off the board.

Then, my asset will deliver
the fake bearings in their place.

Now, with these fake bearings,

the centrifuges can't spin fast enough,

rendering Tehran's new facility useless.

Eliza will stay in lead, but I need

a shooter with experience to back her up.

I'll take it.

[Haverford] You got it.

Hastings and Tal will
get the fake bearings from Mossad.

Mohammed, Landry, weapons acquisition.

Uh, this, uh, convoy hit,

it's kind of like preparing a meal.

You get it right,
and it's all "compliments to the chef."

Get it wrong...

and everyone eats shit.

[quiet, suspenseful music playing]

We're going to recon two routes...

[continues indistinctly]

Hastings, you got a minute?

[quiet, dramatic music plays]

[phone beeps]

Hey.

Smoke?

Oh. [chuckles] No, thank you.

I, uh, prefer the adult-size cigars.

[laughs]

Well, you missing out.

Hand-rolled on the thighs

- of beautiful Cuban women.
- [chuckles]

Have a seat.

I hear you've been, uh,

poking around about me.

[chuckles] It's okay.

Your father has
a lot of friends in Langley.

But just so you know,

I'm here,

and you have any questions,

you can always come see me.

Your source inside Tehran...

...the Shepherd.

Who verifies that intel he's feeding you?

SEALs.

[chuckles]

You really don't like
working single source.

We launched a war
based off of single source intel.

- How's that working out?
- Uh, fair enough.

Always the toughest part
of an operator racking over.

You can't drop a deuce downrange without
four people telling you where to shit.

[chuckles]

I worked with, uh,
the Shepherd for decades.

Hunting down Imad Mughniyeh,

the Stuxnet operation that, uh, put
the hit on the Iran nuclear program.

He's better than dual source,

and he's got the track record to prove it.

Plus, we only communicate
via a fully encrypted portal.

But let me give you one more reason.

What is it about Mohammed that makes you
trust an Iraqi to watch your six?

I know what he's fighting for.

Exactly.

He puts family,

and all he considers family,

above the corrupt needs of his nation.

[♪ Jimi Hendrix playing "Machine Gun"]

The Shepherd is no different.

♪ ♪

[Ben] Hey.

What's the speed limit here?

- [Eliza] Does it matter?
- No.

♪ Machine gun ♪

♪ Tearing my body all apart ♪

♪ Machine gun, yeah ♪

♪ Tearing my body all apart ♪

♪ ♪

[birds singing]

[bell tolling in distance]

Channelized.

Controllable.

What about E&E routes?

Door on your right.

We're clear.

Breacher 101.

[hinges creak]

[Eliza] Tunnel's up ahead.

[quiet, tense music playing]

Tal can get access to CCTV
and electronic from here.

[chain clatters]

Eliza?

[quiet, ominous music playing]

[Eliza] Plenty of places to get lost.

I'll have Tal pull the plans for E&E.

Copy.

[door opens]

Move.

♪ ♪

[man coughs]

[man] Hey.

[man speaking German]

[speaking German]

[speaking German]

[Eliza laughs]

[speaking German]

What'd he say?

It's not the first time
he's caught lovers down here.

Mm-hmm.

You sell it well.

You make it easy, Pirate.

[quiet, dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

- [tinny game noises]
- Okay, so a try is worth three...

- Five points, yeah.
- Five points.

- A conversion kick, two.
- Mm-hmm.

Dropped goal...

[stammers] ...two?

- Three points, yeah,
- Three points.

And a penalty,

three, but only if it goes
through uprights.

Yes, that's right. Very good.

- There you go.
- See? You're getting it.

I'm actually not getting a thing.

Rugby is, like, impossible to understand.

It's not impossible to understand.

This coming from the girl playing...
Geometry Dash.

- What is this game?
- It's fun.

Okay. [sighs]
Give me a minute with my contact,

then I'll call you over, yeah?

[suspenseful music playing]

[speaking Hebrew]

[sighs] I thought I asked you to wait.

You did.

Mordechai Ofer, Raife Hastings.

Mordechai?

You look like a banker.

You look like an operator.

Yeah, Tal can forge an ID, but...

she can't hide that operator swagger.

A gift for you

from the nerd brigade.

Do they miss me?

Tova thinks you are crazy
to be out in the field.

Sam is happy to have your office.

320.

As requested.

Synthetic diamond.

It's similar in appearance
to Molnar's Lonsdaleite bearings,

but not nearly hard enough to provide

adequate damping, so

centrifuges will never spin
fast enough to enrich.

The sheen is different.

Only person who knows this is Molnar.

And our American friends will help us
take care of that problem.

You did all of this in just a few days?

We're good here?

Raife?

Sure.

Bearings secured.

We'll RTB.

[Mordechai] Oh.

Swagger and acronyms.

I love joint operations.

Take care of our girl.

Tal?

Don't this up.

Ha ha.

[intense music playing]

[Landry] Hey, Hastings, check it out.

Christmas came early.
[chuckles]

And, uh, Hanukkah, too.

And whatever it is that you celebrate, Mo.

[speaking Arabic] His hypocrisy
is only outdone by his ignorance.

- [chuckles]
- Uh-oh. Hajji talk.

[Mo] Oh, I'm just...

I'm complimenting your ability to, uh,

to find the perfect gift.

Raife, I have something for you,
my friend.

It's not your 1911, but still a .45.

- Good man.
- Yeah.

Oh, don't get jealous, baby girl.

I got something special for you
right here.

Just need to cherry it out a little bit,
make it extra sexy.

As long as it shoots straight.

Oh, I'm always a straight shooter.

[engine approaching]

What about vehicles?

Ben and Eliza, uh, built a list.

Really?

- That was quick.
- Yeah.

Chief and the Mossad are
working well together.

Gentlemen.

Let's get this in.

Hey, I think we should add
a police bike to the job.

[conversing indistinctly]

[Ben] Mo, Raife, Landry,

you're gonna collapse on the lead vehicle.

Eliza and I are gonna fall in
on the secondary,

take out the courier,
grab the real bearings.

Then we're out.

Tal releases traffic,
and we're on our way to deliver

the dummy bearings via Haverford's asset.

What about the Molnar component?

Can't leave him alive.

Without Ish,

Molnar falls on me.

Questions?

[Raife] What happens
if we can't fully isolate

that Khalid convoy?

Concern?

Excessive collateral damage.

[Eliza] Tal controls traffic flow.

And with the location of the tunnel,
we'll have at least 15 minutes

before law enforcement
or any QRF response.

But, yes, there's risk.

We need to mitigate what we can
and accept the rest.

Yeah, I couldn't agree more.

If we've exhausted all other options.

Your recommendation?

We look for another place
to hit the convoy.

- Away from civilians.
- [Eliza] We've mapped

and scouted the entire route.

- There is no better option.
- Then we look for another time.

[Haverford] There is no other time, Raife.

This tunnel provides us cover and control.

If that convoy gets through, Iran wins.

[suspenseful music playing]

I'm with Eliza here.

Listen, no one wants casualties.

There's two things in our favor:

controllable environment,
violence of action.

It's not ideal.

It never is.

[Haverford] It's sound.

- Let's run it again.
- [Tal sighs]

Okay. I set up the checkpoints
at the south entrance.

[Landry] Raife and I are here,
at the wrecker,

ready to go kinetic in a moment's notice.

[intense music playing]

[Ben clears throat]

[Raife inhales]

You good?

Yeah.

Teams and shit, eh?

Yeah.

I've been your chief for a while now.

And I can tell
when the great Mtulivu is stewing.

Oh, you want to know what I'm feeling?

I do.

All right.

Here's what my gut is telling me.

And this gut has kept us alive
more than a few times over the years--

- Your gut has kept us alive?
- When you're distracted, yes.

Okay.

But that's the partnership, right?

Iron sharpens iron.

Ben, we came here to matter one more time.

To help keep our brothers safe, right?

Then it was for me to get the out
and for you to go back

- to the teams. You remember that plan?
- I do.

And we stuck around to see it through.

But now we're planning a convoy hit

in an allied country based off of
single-source intel. That's flag one.

We wouldn't have got that intel

- unless I did what I did.
- Flag two,

you are forgetting everything
you learned in the teams.

Back in Budapest,
you walked onto a subway car, alone,

to ice an enemy you didn't even know.

Third flag...

you are thinking
with the wrong head, my friend.

But guess what?

She's not just some cute little NCO.

She's an Israeli Mossad agent
that you don't know from Adam.

But you know what the biggest flag

- for me is, Ben?
- No.

That you're out here, checking in with me,

because I think your gut

is telling you exactly
the same thing across the board.

Except, in true Ben Edwards fashion,
you're not willing to listen to it.

Are you done?

I am seeing clear.

Perhaps more clear
than I have been in a long time.

Our job is to protect our boys.

And not for one minute did I get

the feeling that mattered
to our leadership back in Mosul.

Hastings, I'm tired.

I'm tired of taking orders
from

who have never been in a gunfight.

I'm tired of seeing good men like Cox

turned into a puppet.

Here...

...we have the freedom to do the work.

And I know you see it, too.

Back at the teams,
how many signatures do we need

to wipe Danawi from the board?

Ten, 12, 15, maybe more.

You gave Danawi the fate he deserved.

And instead of having to apologize for it,

you protected our boys downrange.

It matters.

This job, man.

I get it.

Your concerns are warranted,

but this risk is worth it
eight days a week.

Trust me as much as I trust you...

and we'll be fine.

Iron sharpens iron, my friend.

- [♪ Tool playing "Sober"]
- [sighs]

Honestly, I came out here
to show you how to chop wood,

so may as well do that,
before you hurt yourself.

♪ ♪

Three, two, one. Let's go.

♪ There's a shadow just behind me ♪

♪ Shrouding every step I take ♪

♪ Making every promise empty ♪

♪ Pointing every finger at me ♪

♪ Waiting like a stalking butler ♪

♪ Who upon the finger rests ♪

♪ Murder now the path of must we ♪

♪ Just because the son has come ♪

♪ Jesus, won't you whistle ♪

♪ Something but the past and done? ♪

♪ Jesus, won't you whistle ♪

♪ Something but the past and done? ♪

♪ Why can't we not be sober? ♪

♪ I just want to start this over ♪

♪ And why can't we ♪

♪ Drink forever? ♪

♪ I just want to start this over...

[knocking]

Hey, there.

- Landry, I did not say, "Come in."
- [door closes]

I smelled something burning.
What are you up to?

- Just prepping for the op. What's up?
- Study break.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes, come on.

I'm not gonna close my eyes, all right?
Not gonna do that.

Fine. Ruin the surprise.

Oh. [sighs] Voilà.

SIG's new MPX nine-millimeter pistol
in an AR platform.

Next to nothing in terms of kick,

and, for this particular op,

the nine-millimeter round won't travel
as far as a 5.56.

So way less opportunity
for collateral damage.

Want to work in the field,
got to carry more than a peashooter.

- It is light.
- Yeah.

Thank you, Landry.

Try her on. Optics are the best part.

Hmm.

Mm-hmm.

SIG Romeo 3 Red Dot,
light-laser combo from Streamlight.

Yeah. Put that dot on something.

And... [imitates pop]

Said you wanted to shoot straight.

[slow, eerie music playing]

Let's try the action.

You need to leave.

[chuckles softly]

You forgot to thank me.

[Tal] Okay.

Leave. [speaks Hebrew]

- Make me.
- [grunts] Get-- Get out.

- Get out. [speaking Hebrew]
- [groans] All right, all right.

- All right, girlfriend.
- I'm not your girlfriend.

[speaking Hebrew]

- [both speaking Hebrew]
- Oh, boy. Okay.

- [speaking Hebrew]
- [grunting]

[Landry sucks in through teeth, groans]

[quietly] Do it again,
I cut your off.

[grunts] .

[panting]

[Eliza muttering]

Easy. All right?

I didn't mean nothing by it.

[slow, suspenseful music playing]

[insects trilling]

[Ben sighs]

How you doing?

I think we should take Landry off the op.

We need him to succeed.

[speaks Hebrew]

[Ben] What?

He got blood on my bracelet.

- Kabbalah string?
- A gift from Noa.

For protection.

Once she was old enough
to understand what I did for work,

she tied it around my wrist
when I was sleeping.

[chuckles softly]

- I've worn one ever since.
- Hmm.

Does Mossad allow personal jewelry?

What?

You and I are following rules now?

No.

If it's okay with you...

...I'd love to have a word with Landry.

It's been a long time coming.

It was a good lesson for Tal.

Plenty of Landrys in this world.

[Ben] Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Of course.

[gentle music playing]

Okay.

[computer chimes]

[tense, dramatic music playing]

[musical beep]

♪ ♪

[phone buzzing]

[speaking German]
Yes. We're en route.

We'll be in Geneva tonight.

[♪ Battle Scream singing "Spiel auf Zeit"]

[turns music off]

Hey! What the hell are you doing?

Do you like that song?

You don't?

[♪ Battle Scream playing "Spiel auf Zeit"
resumes]

[dramatic, rhythmic music playing]

[mutters in German]

[speaking indistinctly in distance]

What's up?

Be careful, they are clearing the tunnel.

[men speaking German]

Stay alert.

Keep your eyes open.

♪ ♪

Get out!

- [explosion]
- Back up! Back up!

Go! GO!

We have to get out!

[shouting in German]

Thank you.

[yells, groans]

[Landry over radio] Vehicle one, clear.

[Ben] Moving.

Jackpot. Jackpot. Jackpot.

Great job, everyone.

[Tal] Copy, copy. Jackpot.

No police presence inbound.

Copy. Moving to exfil.

Tal, that includes you.

Copy.

[Eliza] Call it in.

[tense music playing]

[clinking]

[phone buzzing]

[beeps]

How'd it go?

Jackpot, sir. You?

Molnar is deceased. Return to base.

[Mo] Copy. Meet you back at base.

- [Ben] RPG! RPG!
- [glass shattering]

Mohammed?

Mohammed!

[muffled] Mohammed?

- No!
- [high-pitched ringing]

[muffled breathing]

[high-pitched ringing]

[muffled] Ben!

[muffled gunfire]

[muffled] Ben, wake up!

[gunfire]

I'm up! I'm up!

[tires screech]

[Mo] Let's move!

[dramatic music playing]

- [Eliza] Tal!
- [Ben] Move!

[Ben] Moving! Moving!

- [groans]
- [gunfire continues]

[Ben] Mo, are you hit?

[Mo] Shooters! High ground!

[Ben] Reloading!

- [gunfire]
- [Mo groans]

Oh, .

[gunfire continues]

[groaning] Oh, .

Shit. All right.

- Can you fight?
- Landry...

.

Landry, hot extract!

- [Landry over radio] Copy. Inbound.
- [Mo] I'm okay.

- [engine revving]
- [gunfire continues]

- [tires screeching]
- Smoke!

Move! Move!

- Come on.
- Get him in the car! Let's go!

- Pull out!
- [Ben] Landry, move!

Moving!

[tires screeching]

- [Eliza] Moving!
- Move!

[tires squealing]

[groaning]

- [Eliza shouts]
- Chief, I'm falling the back!

- Get down!
- [woman screaming]

[woman yelps]

- Set!
- [woman yelps]

!

[gunfire continues]

[Raife] Move!

- Move!
- [Eliza] Moving!

[gunfire]

- Set!
- Moving!

[Ben] Move!

- [Eliza] Set!
- [Ben] Moving!

[Raife] Set!

[tense music playing]

[grunting]

- [panting]
- [gunfire continues]

- [Ben] Set!
- [Raife] Move!

[Eliza] Moving!

[Eliza] Set!

[Ben] !

[groans]

Too hot!

[Ben] Rally point west!

[gunfire continues]

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

[Eliza] On me!

[gunfire in distance]

♪ ♪

Okay.

. Mo's down.

[Eliza] He'll be fine. Landry's got him.

Doesn't make any sense.

Any QRF takes more than 15 minutes.

That was less than five.

- I need magazines-- [groans]
- [gunshots]

[groans]

[grunts]

- [gunshot]
- [groaning]

[groaning]

[grunts]

Sorry, Ben.

[grunts]

[tense music playing]

[somber music playing]

[zips bag]

♪ ♪

She hacked my phone.

[panting]

[tense, dramatic music playing]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪