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[Ben] RPG! RPG!

- Too hot!
- [Ben] It doesn't make any fucking sense.

- [gunshot]
- [Eliza] Sorry, Ben.

- Who are you working for?
- Just because

I had my own assignment doesn't mean

I betrayed the team.

Your source, the Shepherd,

who verifies that intel he's feeding you?

[Eliza] Mossad believes the Shepherd
is using Haverford for his own agenda.

[grunting]

- What agenda?
- That's what I'm going to find out.

Let me come with you.

How did the Khalid Network
know we were planning that hit?

[shouts] I work for German Intelligence.

You're a fucking friendly?

Out, out, out, out! Out!

[sirens wailing]

[* 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" ♪

[insects trilling]

[quiet, somber music playing]

[Raife straining]

[indistinct chatter]

[lock buzzes]

- [door shuts]
- [lock clicks]

[groans]

[groans]

[exhales sharply]

[panting]

[grunts]

[exhales]

[grunting]

[gasps]

[panting]

[gasping]

[yells] Fuck.

[panting]

[groans]

[panting]

Fuck.

[mournful music playing]

[GAEA director] Lastly,
the Iranian delegation agrees

that the GAEA will add additional cameras

and online enrichment monitors

to ensure that Iran's nuclear sites
in Fordow, Natanz, and Arak

are being used
for civilian work only, limited to

medical or industrial purposes.

[whispering in Farsi]

Yes.

Next month, as agreed to.

And we expect

the oil sanctions
to ease on the same timeline.

[people murmuring]

Well, more cameras, more oil.
More oil, more money for my country.

Which is what this is all about, no?

I thought it was
about clean energy, Cyrus.

[Cyrus] No, the common bond

between men is not
the exchange of suffering,

but the exchange of goods.

[U.S. delegate] That one
of your philosophers

or some famous Persian trader?

That is Ayn Rand.

I would have thought it required reading

for the country who perfected capitalism.

[laughter]

Back to our agenda
and the motion on the table, please.

Thank you.

[dramatic music playing]

[Yousef speaking Farsi]
Even without Vahid…

…you did admirable work today.

Thank you, Minister.

But Vahid's work is of equal importance.

Which is why his absence is concerning.

He had to go "quiet" for the final phase
of our transaction.

Going quiet has become a trend…

…with the people around your brother.

He assured us you'll have
the Khalid Network's bearings…

…before your plane departs tomorrow.

[thunder rumbling]

I know he is your brother. Your blood.

But you have too much confidence
in a man…

…so enamored with the West.

That's all I can say.

- [dramatic music playing]
- Look at me.

If he were to fail…

…you know what would be required
to balance the scales.

Yes, we understand the consequences.

Are you sure?

May God accept your prayers.

[vehicle door opens]

[indistinct announcement
playing over P.A.]

[speaking German]
I'm sorry.

[indistinct announcement
playing over P.A.]

[grunts softly]

[announcement in German playing over P.A.]

[indistinct chatter]

[chimes play over P.A.]

[emotional, discordant music playing]

[Tal] Pirate?

[Tal panting]

[indistinct chatter over P.A.]

[Tal crying]

[inhales sharply, sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

88 euros, bitte.

[turn signal clicking]

- Danke.
- Danke.

[slow, dramatic music playing]

- [boat horn blowing]
- [seabirds screeching]

[seabirds screeching]

[rhythmic clanking]

- [seabirds screeching]
- [boat horn blowing]

[Ben sighs]

Good to see you, brother.

- You good?
- I'm good. You?

[Ben] Good.

Oh, you're a fucking animal, man.

Any news from Hastings?

- Nothing.
- What about Tal?

[sighs]

Mo got lucky.

- Hit went straight through.
- [Mo grunts]

[Landry] Last guy I saw get gut-shot,

stomach swelled up like a watermelon.

- [boat horn blowing]
- [scoffs]

Couldn't shit right for two years.

[Mo] Haverford told us about Eliza.

You were with her?

- [sighs]
- [door opens]

[door closes]

I'm gonna ask you a series of questions.

How we proceed depends on your answers.

Eliza knew you were being played,
and she's dead.

That's not a fucking coincidence, is it?

She was right.

I was being played.

For the first time in 20 years,
my asset sent me bullshit intel.

[panting]

As soon as I heard about Eliza,
I contacted Mossad.

I let them know
that the Shepherd had used us.

Used you for what?

The bearings in that briefcase,

they're not the same
as Molnar's, are they?

Ask yourself why they're different.

[Raife] They're fake.

We weren't conducting
an upstream disruption.

We were stopping one.

It wasn't the Khalid Network
inside that tunnel.

It was German Intelligence.

And they were making
their own play against Iran.

And we have two sets
of fake bearings to prove it.

We hit friendlies inside that tunnel.

And now the only question that matters is,
who the fuck played us?

[tense, dramatic music playing]

[Haverford] Look, if you want to know

who played us,

it's the same person that killed Eliza.

He's here…

if you care to see him for yourself.

[footsteps retreating]

[Haverford] Vahid Rahimi, "the Shepherd,"

was supposed
to lead his flock to the west.

His brother is Cyrus.

He's the lead negotiator
on the Nuclear Deal.

Shepherd was supposed
to help us stop them.

Instead, he stabbed me in the back,

fed me bullshit, and then used us

to stop the German's upstream disruption.

What about the Iranian teams
outside the tunnels?

The ones who came after Eliza and I?

[scoffs] He got fucking spooked.

He found out a hard-liner, Yousef Saedi,
was on to our comms network.

He panics, unleashes the Quds Force
to wipe out everybody

on the fucking map.

He found out about our plan because of me.

He gave us up.

And now Eliza's dead.

Vahid?

- [cigarette sizzles against flesh]
- [groans]

- Huh? Come on.
- [gasps]

- [Vahid exhales]
- Huh?

[Vahid sniffles]

[Vahid sighs loudly]

[Haverford] So, Vahid, you with us?

[Vahid weakly] Yeah.

[Haverford] Huh?

- Yeah.
- [Haverford] Yeah.

Now, despite your fuck-ups,

we're still on the same side, right?

- Mm.
- Yeah.

Now you tell them what you told me.

How are we gonna finish this operation?

Brotherly… love?

[Haverford] Hmm. That's right.

- Brotherly love.
- [Vahid] Yeah.

[Haverford] Yeah. His brother Cyrus will

finish the deal.

And nobody will know
about Vahid's fuck-ups, except us.

[speaking Farsi]
Last chance for you to live is…

…to close the deal.

[mysterious, dramatic music playing]

[Vahid sniffles]

Cyrus.

[Vahid inhales shakily]

[quiet, indistinct chatter]

- [phone buzzing]
- [speaking Farsi] Thank you so much.

- [indistinct chatter]
- [upbeat music playing]

I'll be right back.

[men conversing in Farsi]

Vahid?

Vahid, is that you?

Yes, brother.

It's me.

Everything okay? Where are you?

That doesn't matter.

I did it.

The bearings are secured.

The Khalid couriers will be
at the airfield tomorrow.

I'm relieved, brother.

Aye.

Tomorrow. 11 AM.

The same sum as agreed to.

Vahid.

Yes, brother?

Remember what dad used to say?

God is with us.

Yes, brother.

[phone beeps off]

[tense, dramatic music playing]

[speaking Farsi]

[Vahid] It's done.

[Vahid speaking Farsi]

[gasps, yells in Farsi]

That's for Eliza.

Tomorrow, you'll pose as Khalid couriers.

You'll take Mossad's bearings
and deliver 'em to the Minister.

This operation, and Iran's nuclear gambit,

will end on that tarmac.

[boat horn blowing]

[slow, somber music playing]

[Tal] This is November Alpha 2-1.

[Mossad agent] Iron.

[Tal] Shadow.

Shadow.

I copy. Shadow.

Current sitrep?

[Tal sighs] Situation report
is as follows.

I'm in a hotel room in Geneva…

injured, but mobile.

[sniffles]

[slow, somber music playing]

Agent Perash is KIA.

[gulps]

Be advised, I have secured the encrypted
node between Haverford and the Shepherd.

And I'm… [sighs]
…looking for the Shepherd's location.

Copy all. Hold your position.

Do not pursue.

Say again?

Haverford has identified
and terminated the Shepherd.

Maintain your location.

A team is en route to Zurich for cleanup,

with a follow-on to Geneva
for your extraction.

[sniffles]

Eliza Perash is KIA.

Do we trust the intel and its source?

We are shifting mission set.

Your operational requirements
are complete.

Stand by. Do you copy?

Where is Haverford's team?
I need to contact them.

Negative. Stand down.

But I have the communication portal
between Haverford and the Shepherd.

Bring all viable intel with you.

I repeat, your mission is complete.

Prepare for extract.

Do you copy?

[shudders] Copy all.

[inhales deeply]

[sighs heavily]

[horn blows in distance]

[pensive music playing]

[horn blows in distance]

[Reece] Before I forget, I brought gifts.

This is from my dad.

It's his wrist compass from 'Nam.

You boys need to hear it, that what
we're doing out here is appreciated.

I'm proud of you.

- [soft chatter]
- [laughter]

[sighs]

Still another hour before your shift.

I'm not here for watch.

I'm leaving.

And I need you to come with me.

You're gonna ring out…

…right before we finish this mission.

And which mission is that, eh?

Is that the one where we got walked
into a trap in Budapest?

Or the one where we attacked friendlies?

Mo got fucking hammered.

There's more coming, brother.

It's time to go.

[Ben] Mm.

At least the fucker
who betrayed us is dead.

Executed.

Fucking right. Executed.

The fuck you want?

Fill out a shooter statement?

Is that what you need?

This ain't the teams anymore.

- There's no cuffs.
- Yeah.

At least in the teams, we had a code.

A code which allowed us
to maintain the moral high ground.

We far, far ceded that territory now, Ben.

You know, my family's seen the Agency play
its games in Africa time and time again.

And no matter what the rules, you have
to remember we're not the players here.

We're just pieces on the board.

No.

No, we're not.

I ain't leaving.

Not until we finish this job.

Ben, we wiped out

a convoy of seven allied agents.

I tortured a fucking friendly.

I let him bleed out

from the pieces of ceramic
lodged in his gut.

Which were from your rounds.

That's not who we are.

That's not us.

Fog of war, brother.

Isn't it?

Two sides trying to do what's right.

It's shitty,

but it happens.

You know…

…I never thought I'd see this day.

The great Raife Hastings
afraid to finish the fight.

I'm gonna let that one go.

Looks like your mind's made up.

Why the fuck are you still here?

The same reason I came
in the first place, Ben.

Because you are.

Then stay

and fight

- with me.
- It's the wrong fight, Ben.

Stay and fight!

[dramatic music playing]

We both want answers.

And they're out in that airfield tomorrow.

The only way out of this
is right fucking through it.

This isn't about answers anymore.

This isn't about Daran or Eliza…

…or even protecting Reece
and our boys downrange.

This is about you, Ben.

Isn't it?

What the fuck are you talking about?

The fight.

It's no longer in front of you.

It's raging inside of you.

My father used to tell me that some men
will go to war to fight the enemy…

…but others will seek war
to fight themselves.

And maybe you're both, eh?

You know…

…I'm gonna miss
that old Rhodesian wisdom.

[chuckles softly]

I really am.

Reece was wrong about you.

The road ends here for me, brother.

I can't go down it anymore with you.

Long live the brotherhood, eh?

[somber music playing]

Hey.

You know the difference
between you and me?

I'd rather come home in a fucking box
than do what you're doing right now.

Remember that.

And you will.

Long live the brotherhood.

Morning.

[Mo] Morning.

So it's true?

Raife's gone?

Yeah.

And I want to be clear.

This is all a choice.

You guys want to leave, fucking leave.

What's the plan?

Plan stays the same.

Private airstrip is here,

just outside Geneva.

We go in armed, give the fake bearings,

collect the payment, get the fuck out.

[Landry] "We"?

Yeah.

We haven't always seen eye to eye,
have we?

But you putting yourself in harm's way
to get Mo off the "X."

As far as I'm concerned…

…you've earned yourself
a seat at the table.

Welcome to Charlie Platoon.

Or what's left of it.

One more time.

Yeah.

[intriguing music playing]

[zipping]

[tense music playing]

[Landry] All right.

Any last pearls of wisdom
before we hit the road, sir?

[seabirds squawking]

Yeah. [sniffles]

You just remember:

what we're doing here today
is about the power and the good

of working without constraints.

And that's gonna echo through time.

And you know what? Ain't nobody
even gonna know anything about this.

But you can be goddamn sure that the world
is gonna be safer because of our actions.

Hell, yeah. Thank you, sir. [sniffles]

Mr. Jed.

- [vehicle door closes]
- Edwards…

You got these.

[Haverford sniffles]

You good?

"First to the Fight"?

[slow, ominous music playing]

- [car door closes]
- [engine starts, revs]

[* Tuna rapping in Hebrew]

Fuck me.

[speaking Hebrew] You are a genius,
my life, you are a genius.

Okay.

[line ringing]

- [beeps]
- This is November Alpha 2-1.

- [Mossad agent] Iron.
- Shadow.

Your extract is three hours out.

I'm not calling for my extract.
When did Haverford say

that the Shepherd was eliminated?

What time?

You were told to stand down.

Date and time?

2100 yesterday.

Confirmation of identity and death.

[tense, dramatic music playing]

November Alpha 2-1, what's your status?

Awaiting extract.

[call hangs up]

[pulsing, dramatic music playing]

I count ten. And that's in plain sight.

At least they're rolling light.

You think that's bad luck?
Or just your luck, Chief?

You got point.

[tense, dramatic music playing]

[speaking Farsi]
Good morning, gentlemen.

Where's Vahid?

Vahid's responsibility
in this transaction…

…does not require his presence.

[Mo] And if it's all the same to you,
Minister, I'd appreciate

our dialogue continuing in English…

for my associates.

Bearings?

[handcuffs clicking open]

Payment.

If the bearings are authentic,
you'll get your fee.

[tense, pulsing music playing]

[container locks snapping open]

[Yousef] One thousand
five hundred revolutions

per second ensures

a green light
on this centrifuge tachometer.

You have given me no reason
not to trust you.

Vahid, on the other hand…

I can't offer the same.

[mechanical clicking]

[beeps]

[whirring]

- [suspenseful, dramatic music playing]
- [Tal grunting]

[whirring increasing speed]

[whirring continues,
increasing in volume]

[loud, pulsing, dramatic music playing]

[loud whirring]

[beeps off]

[speaking Farsi]

[clacks]

[Yousef] One thousand five hundred
and seven revolutions per second.

Bearings are good.

History's been made today, gentlemen.

Be proud of that and be thankful

that the three of you are standing
on the right side of it.

How's the leg, my friend?

I'm not playing basketball.

[sighs]

You had a hard choice to make.

But you made it.

The right one.

Just know that, uh…

it wasn't easy for me, either.

[Yousef] Everything

has a price, but more importantly,

so does everyone.

You now know yours.

[phone chimes]

Thank you.

American?

Selling out your country?

Your price should have been much higher.

[dramatic music playing]

[quietly] Fuck.

[tense, dramatic music playing]

[Cyrus] As many years
as we've been working together,

as many prying eyes as we've eluded…

…in the end, it was my own
fucking brother who threatened our goal.

A piece of me died when Vahid went
behind my back to German Intelligence.

And another piece died
when I had to give him up to you.

My team needed a Shepherd to blame.

But it protected you,

and assured
that the exchange would still happen.

[Haverford]You delivering
a potential nuclear Iran…

you'll be promoted to Foreign Minister.

And you'll be able to make sure
that the nuclear option is never needed.

You, my friend…

you'll usher Iran
into a new place with the West.

Cyrus, look at me.

That's what Vahid would have wanted.

[pulsing, jarring music playing]

[router clatters]

[speaking Hebrew]
Son of a bitch.

[Landry] Somebody want to tell me

what the fuck just happened?

[Mo] We just helped create a nuclear Iran.

[Landry] How the fuck
were those bearings real?

[airplane engines whirring]

[speaks Farsi]

[line ringing]

[phone buzzing]

[speaking Farsi]
Minister.

Did my brother come through?

The transaction is complete.

I'll see you back in Tehran
to celebrate our success.

Thank you. God keeps you safe.

I'll see you back home.

[call disconnects]

[Cyrus] It's done.

[Haverford chuckles]

Mm.

To the road behind us,

- and the road ahead.
- Mm.

You'll do well on behalf of the Agency,

and for your people.

[Landry] Guys, they're fucking leaving.

I mean, we got to get someone

on the horn, the Chief of Station

or fucking someone.

President? Come on.

[tense music playing]

[cell phone buzzes, chimes]

[Landry] Wait? Shepherd's alive?

What the fuck does that mean?

Fucker.

We now know who played us.

[sighs]

What do you want to do?

Even a pawn can take down a king.

[* A Perfect Circle playing
"Counting Bodies Like Sheep…"]

[Mo] Say when.

Fish in a fucking barrel.

[Ben] When.

Landry?

- You take the tires.
- Yeah.

[shouting in Farsi]

Move.

♪ Don't fret, precious, I'm here ♪

♪ Step away from the window ♪

♪ Go…

[Iranian soldier shouting]

♪ to sleep ♪

♪ Safe from pain ♪

♪ and truth and choice ♪

♪ and other poison devils ♪

♪ See, they don't give a fuck about you ♪

- * Like I do *
- [buzzing]

♪ I do, I do, I do ♪

Yes, Minister?

- [gunfire over phone]
- Hello?

Minister?

♪ Like sheep, like sheep,
like sheep, like sheep, like sheep ♪

♪ Counting bodies like sheep ♪

♪ Like sheep, like sheep, like sheep,
like sheep, like sheep, like sheep ♪

[Ben] Door.

♪ Counting bodies like sheep ♪

♪ To the rhythm of the war drums ♪

♪ Counting bodies like sheep ♪

♪ Like sheep, like sheep, like sheep,
like sheep, like sheep ♪

♪ Like sheep, like sheep, like sheep,
like sheep ♪
♪

[song fades]

[engines winding down]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[Yousef wheezing]

[breathing raggedly]

[quiet, intense music playing]

[gunshots over phone]

[breathing shakily]

[wheezing]

[vehicle doors open, shut]

[car starts in distance]

Fair winds, brother.

[Mo] His car's still here.

This is like a very inviting mousetrap.

[boat horn blowing distantly]

Last chance, gentlemen.

Let's do it.

You know, I'd rather get some beers,
but… fuck it.

Let's get blowed up.

[intense, ominous music playing]

[Mo] All clear.

[Haverford] "Director Brennan,
please be advised

of a mission conducted
by rogue Operators that I had recruited

out of Mosul, Iraq.

Ben Edwards, Mohammed Farooq…

…Jules Landry and Raife Hastings

are responsible for the death

of allied forces and for turning over
illegal nuclear technology

to our enemy Iran.

These men are traitors,

and they still have the technology
that could make Iran

a nuclear power.

They should be
considered armed and dangerous."

[creaking]

Friendly.

What happened?

I'm okay.

Is he here?

[Mo] No.

He left this behind.

He burned us.

[Landry] Aw, fuck that. It's our word

against his. We have Tal's evidence.

Right?

[Mo] Tal?

I don't have evidence.

I have encrypted messages
from multiple IP addresses.

It's why he used a portal.

Unless I catch him real time…

- [Mo] What about the photo?
- [Tal] A photo of Haverford

with Iran's chief negotiator
for the nuclear deal?

Mossad will do everything we can, but…

Fuck. Fuck!

We were his fucking puppets

and now we're his fucking patsies.

[Mo] What are you thinking, Chief?

We're still in the game.

[bombastic music playing]