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What are you doing
in Mali, Nathan?

You went down there to get

the troop deal signed.

Troop deal has not
been signed, therefore

I'm assuming
there is a problem.

Harry and Leyla recruited me
to translate for them.

He says you have come to steal
from under our feet.

And they were leading
the mission?

- No, it was some guy called Miller.
- Nathan

Miller?

Why would you tell the parents
of a guy that died

that his death achieved nothing,
if he actually helped

four colleagues escape?

- No!
- Maybe they never escaped.

I know people who can get us
out of here, George.

But if they do,
nobody can ever know about it.

From the president's lips.

He's signing the deal tomorrow.

- We found these.
- Of course. Why wouldn't

they bug
the anti-corruption minister?

Were you in on it
with Miller and Jones all along?

Amanda Jones?

- She's here.
- Harry?

Harry, what are you doing?

- Harry, you need to let this go!
- What?

Aicha's safe.
It's over.

No.
No, not for me.

Why, because Amanda Jones
is here, suddenly you do a 180?

These are the same people
that fucked us last time,

that tried to have us killed.
That doesn't bother you?

No. You know why?

Because it's in the past.
It's done.

No. No, it's not.
I didn't do a deal with anyone.

And there it is.

This is about Max.

You're going to get us killed
because you want to prove

that you're not
your father's son.

You know what, you know what,
fuck you, Leyla.

You fucking ghosted me.

And then you gate-crashed
my life and asked for my help.

But now I'm the one
that's got to let it go.

This is not just about Max,
it's about everything,

and you're just as big a part
of it as he is.

You said I crawled under a rock.

I did.

Well, I refuse
to live like that.

♪ We tell ourselves ♪

♪ We're on the side
of the angels ♪

♪ And we tell ourselves ♪

♪ We're the good guys ♪

♪ But we know ♪

♪ Our heads are in the sand ♪

♪ We know ♪

♪ Nothing ever changes ♪

♪ The same people win ♪

♪ The same people lose ♪

♪ We know the fight is fixed ♪

♪ The wars go on and on ♪

♪ And we know. ♪

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Thank you.

- Come to make sure I leave?
- Clarke and Toumi

- didn't board their flight.
- Where are they?

Outside Sissoko's house.

You got to be
fucking kidding me.

- For fuck's sake!
- Harry, just leave it.

What the hell
are you two doing here?

Amanda Jones is in Bamako.

I don't know what game
you are playing,

but you need to leave.

Is she working
on the troop deal with Miller?

Amanda Jones
does not work for the CIA.

You've got five minutes.

Jones works at the CIA,

- but she does not work for them.
- I don't follow.

She works for a multinational

called KMPH.

Government contractors

who make a killing
out of conflict zones.

If Jones is involved
in the troop deal,

it's KMPH who are behind it,
not the U.S. government.

Wait-wait a second.

How do they know about KMPH?

Did you know?

You didn't think to tell me?

You didn't think that this was
pertinent information, Amanda?

I asked you a question.

There's something
you need to see.

What is this?
What am I looking at?

My name is Martin Collins.

I'm an attorney

at Greenburg,
Morgan and Squire.

My client... my only client...

is William Kingsley

of Kingsley Merchant
Proctor Hall,

an engineering
and construction company

with subsidiaries in defense
and private security.

They made $40 billion

from the Iraq War.

After that,
they set about trying to insure

those kinds of returns.

To that end,

they infiltrated
the intelligence services

to act on their behalf.

Their key contact
is Amanda Jones,

a senior supervisor

at the Central
Intelligence Agency.

There's something else.

I made a deal with Max Easton.

Harry Clarke's father.

Of course you did.

You keep his family safe,

and he doesn't...

release this tape.

Pretty much.

Yeah, we talked

about releasing
Clarke and Toumi.

We were in this room.

And I said that they had
no skin in the game.

That's what I said.

Those were my exact...

words.

And you sat there...

and you said fucking nothing!

I didn't think
they would come back.

No, you hoped

that they wouldn't come back.

That's not the same
fucking thing, Amanda.

We're supposed to be
on the same fucking side.

How are we supposed to deal
with them now?

They're gonna
fuck this whole thing up.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna go back to D.C.

And I'm gonna
take this to Kingsley...

and see if he can't figure out

what to do about this tape.

Kingsley knows.

About the tape.
Kingsley knows.

Of course he does.

Un-fucking-believable.

Is there anything else
you want to tell me,

Amanda Jones?

I need to know
what's gonna happen.

Nathan, my name is on there.

I don't know
what's gonna happen...

Amanda.

But I can't imagine that it's
gonna end very well for you.

Pick 'em up.

I don't care
what you got to do...

issue a warrant...
just pick 'em up.

And I don't want you
to do anything with them

until you hear from me,
do you understand?

They funnel arms

to Al Moctar,
destabilize the region,

create a problem
for American troops to clean up.

That's where they make
their money.

Look, you take this
to President Diabate,

this changes everything.

The president
is no longer taking my calls.

Besides, you have
a conspiracy theory.

- No more.
- Fine, so we-so we find a link

- between KMPH and Al Moctar.
- Just like that?

Did Miller ever come back to the camp?

- No.
- Okay. What about the weapons...

- did you see who supplied them?
- No.

I translated the deal,
but they kept me blindfolded.

Merci.

There are American soldiers
at the gates.

They have a warrant
for your arrest for the attack

on the bar.
They want all of you.

- Sorry, for what? - This just gets better.
- I-I have a car

in the garage.
You can leave out the back.

Okay. Okay, let's go.
Let's go.

Aicha.

Aicha, where are you going?
This way.

Seydou and Sonata.

Aicha, I'm sorry,
we can't take them with us.

We have to go.

- Where?
- Put on your shoes.

Come on. Wake up, bubba.

Aicha, we can't take them.

They will be safe here.
I promise.

They're coming
through the gates. Come on!

Aicha, we need to go.

I need you to be strong, okay?

Good luck.

Go, go, go!

They're heading east
in a black station wagon.

Bollocks.

Move!

- Move! Out! Out!
- Come on, move!

Hey. Hey.

We're losing them!

What are we going to do,
mow down a bunch of kids?

Adam McKay.

Rodgers International.
We're here to get you

- to Bamako safely.
- Nathan Miller.

That's George White.

Leyla Toumi,
that's Harry Clarke.

This everyone? I was briefed
you had a five-man team.

We lost one.

Right. Well, we'll need
to move quickly.

You're still
a walking price tag.

George, we can go back for her.

- Sorry, what's that?
- There's a local translator

we were working with.
She was left behind.

Yeah, but with
this extra manpower...

- I'm sorry, you want to go back?
- There's no reason

- why we can't do this.
- I'm not risking my men for a local raghead.

What the fuck did you just say?

You fucking heard
what I said to you.

- Fuck you! Fuck you.
- Everybody just calm down, okay?

Catch a fucking clue.
She is irrelevant.

- Leyla.
- Put a fucking leash on this one.

- Please?
- Leyla.

We don't have a choice.
Let's just go.

Go.

Right, so we'll
spend the night here.

Flight out in the morning.

Come on in, then.
Make yourself at home.

Plenty of beer in the fridge.

Look, I know things

didn't go as planned out there.

I know how you're feeling.

- I'm feeling it, too.
- Are you?

What, you think
that was easy for me?

Come on, Leyla,
I had to make a choice.

And I chose to get us home.

Now, the ransom...

...was aid money,

diverted from
its intended destination.

That can never, ever

leave this room.

And when we debrief, we escaped.

And during the course
of that escape,

Isaac Turner
was tragically shot.

Are we clear?

Harry?

Mm-hmm. Clear.

Leyla, are we clear?

Yes.

Thank you.

How you holding up?

He came to me as an intern.

Isaac... he...

he wanted to change the world.

He was so enthusiastic.

I cannot remember the last time
I felt enthusiasm like that.

And maybe that's why
I was so fond of him.

He reminded me
of what I've lost.

To Isaac.

Um...

this is gonna seem
a little insensitive...

The job goes on.
I get it.

What was your take on Al Moctar?

He's dedicated.

And he's smart.

And he commands loyalty, but...

he has no common cause
with Ansar Dine or al-Qaeda.

He's not interested
in an Islamic state.

Think of what he could do
with the right kind of backing.

Take the fight
to the insurgents.

Disrupt them, at the very least.

Our enemy's enemy.

Even if he did put a bullet
in the back of Isaac's head.

Yeah, it's hard to take, I know.

Yeah, I know.
I get how the world works, Nate.

We've been in bed with worse.

Do you know anyone here

that could help us
get him some hardware?

There's somebody
I could introduce you to, yeah.

Thank you.

Yes?

Hey.

What, are you checking up on me?

Yeah, I am.

I'd kill for a good read.

No, I can't help you with that.

What can you help me with?

- Sorry. I... That was just really...
- No, I get it.

I get it.

I've been through
some fucked-up shit.

I usually put it in a box...

...seal it up, move on.

That's how I deal with it.

And now I can't stop
thinking about her.

Aicha.

We should never have
gotten her involved.

No, we weren't to know.

That may be.

But this is on us.

I'll, um...

I'll let you get some rest.

Yeah.

Stay.

I can't really
be around anyone else.

And I don't
want to be on my own.

George.

- Dan.
- Been too long, my friend.

Yes, it has.
Uh, this is the gentleman

I was telling you about,
Nathan Miller.

- Mr. Lotz.
- If we're talking business,

it's Dan.
Please come in.

I've just opened up
a rather robust Malbec.

Good morning.

- Morning.
- I should probably...

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

All right, well, I'll,

um... see you out there.

Yeah.

Morning, Adam.

Oh, you lucky devil.

How the hell did you swing that?

You don't say much, do you?

What are you,
the soul of discretion?

Well, you can obviously close
a deal. Actually, I could use

a guy like you,
if you ever tire of the game.

Not a bad life.
Tax man doesn't see a penny.

Yeah, thanks, um...
it's not really my thing.

Right. Yeah.

Well, if you ever
change your mind,

you know where to find me.

Seydou.

- Aicha.
- Aicha!

Aicha! Aicha! Aicha!

I hear you have money to spend.

The air force.
That is my problem.

I can help you with that.

Light to carry, easy to operate, FIM-92.

Shoulder-firing
by a single operator,

average flying speed:

1,600 miles an hour.

Targeting range:

up to 15,700 feet.

Now, one of these puppies
will set you back

100,000 U.S. dollars.

Naturally, if you're
considering bulk buying,

we can discuss a discount.

Okay, this is me.

Commercial to D.C.

Thank you.

All of you.

George.

- We'll talk soon, huh?
- We will. Safe travels.

Take some time off.

It's the least you deserve.

Thank you, sir.

Both of you.

Got one piece of advice:

don't wallow.

Nope.

What are you gonna do?

Don't know.

Drink.

Well, maybe we could, uh...

Probably not a good idea.

Probably not.

We have to work together,
you know?

Right.
No, you are right.

See you on the next one.

Yeah.

Yeah, see you.

William.

You look like shit.

Just came straight
from the airport.

Which explains the monkey.

Ah, Dulles Airport...

Best mall in America.

It's for Katie.

I didn't think
it was for your wife.

Thank you, Nathan.
I don't say that

as often as I should.

I can only imagine
what you've been through.

Well, it's all part
of the service, right?

Still, it is nice
to be appreciated.

Thank you, William,

for stepping up.

I know that
that was a big chunk of change.

Think of it as an investment.

Hmm.

You think this George White...

you think
he might come in useful?

Oh, we'll keep working on him.

And Al Moctar... is he our guy?

I got to tell you,

I think he is exactly
what we're looking for.

Support in place?

White introduces me
to this guy, Dan Lotz.

Seriously connected.

Five minutes
into the conversation,

he name-drops Joseph Damba,
the minister of transportation.

- That's a convenient double act.
- Yeah, yeah.

So, between the two of them,

getting the hardware
into the country and getting it

to Al Moctar
shouldn't be a problem.

Well, I'd say you've turned
defeat into victory.

By the hair
on my chinny-chin-chin.

Thank you.

Katie bird!

Daddy!

- Daddy.
- Ah, ha!

Oh, it's so good to see you.

Oh, I missed you so much.

- I missed you, too.
- Mwah. Mwah. Mwah.

Hey, oh. Ow.
Wait a second.

There's something wrong
with my shoulder.

- Would you just see...?
- Ooh.

Thank you so much. I love her.

- You're welcome. I love you.
- Hey, you. You didn't call.

Ah. I wanted to surprise you.

Well, we had no idea
you were coming.

Uh, well, you know, I didn't,
either, until the last minute.

How was your trip?

The usual.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You look exhausted.

- Coffee's on.
- Yeah, I'd love one.

- I'll pour it for you.
- Perfect. Thank you.

Been drinking?

I had one
with William at breakfast.

So you didn't come
straight home, then?

Here's your coffee, Daddy.

Ah.
Okay, let me see.

Is this still the best
cup of coffee in America?

Should be.

Well, let's see. Mmm.

Mmm.

Yes, it is.

Hey, I have an idea.

What?

What if we were
to all go eat at Jack's tonight?

I have a fund-raiser tonight.

Abbie's secured a couple
of new investors.

They're expecting
a full charm offensive. I...

Well, you are
the most charming person I know.

- Right.
- Congratulations.

How about you, huh? Huh?

You want to go
on a date with me?

Well, I'd love to, but

I have sleepover
at Emily's tonight.

We didn't know
you were coming home, Nate.

- I could cancel.
- No. No, no, no, no.

I know that's important to you.
It's okay.

- Okay.
- We'll do it another time, huh?

- Okay.
- Okay.

You should drink your coffee,
you know.

Okay, I'll drink my coffee.

Mom, what time
are you taking me to Em's?

Well, we can go quite soon
if you want to. You ready to go?

So,

how was your trip?

It's London.
Grey, inhospitable.

You want a coffee?

- Three shots.
- What?

What?
So I'm an addict.

Espresso, please.
Three shots.

You figured out
who paid Miller's ransom?

Not yet, but Elliot told me

it wasn't Al Moctar's
first hostage scenario,

which means there must be
money trails, account transfers.

Thank you.

- Remember Jacob Hirsch?
- Yeah.

Didn't he move over

to the Terrorist Finance
Tracking Program?

I think so.
You want me to set up a meet?

Yeah. Don't have him
come by the office.

Let's do this one at home.

Still looking.

Well, I was-I was hoping...

Excuse me. I was hoping
that you had better news for me.

Well, we know
they're heading north.

Have you spoken to Kingsley yet?

Look, the only thing
you need to be concerned with

is finding Clarke and Toumi.

Today the first U.S.
troops arrived in Bamako

under the recently-signed
aid and assist deal.

She'll be with you
in a moment.

Jacob.

Senator.

Thank you so much
for doing this.

Not a problem.

- Coffee?
- Uh, yeah, thank you.

So, your guy, Al Moctar...

been on our radar since 2012.

Linked to terrorist funding?

Not directly.

He was a sporadic participant
in the kidnap-and-ransom game.

That whole region...
northern Mali, east into Niger...

it's like a Disneyland
of corporate abduction.

Private company insurance has
paid out hundreds of millions,

and people have no clue.

You have anything on him?

Oh, yes.

Last known tracking linked
to Al Moctar

gave us a whole bunch
of account numbers.

Where are we with Clarke
and Toumi?

Nothing yet.

We will find them, Nate.

Nate?

I got to go.

I'm pulling up
at Kingsley's now.

Take over
here, would you, Bobby?

You here for
the rib eye, Nathan?

Mr. Weaver.

I work very hard
to keep a clear distance

between personal
and professional.

If they have to be bridged,

the least I expect
is the courtesy of a call.

I'm afraid I couldn't
take that risk, sir.

Then I assume we have
a serious problem.

We do.

You have Kingsley in place
for these situations.

I'm afraid that
he is the problem, sir.

This is the long arm

of KMPH and others like them.

Governments come and go.

These guys... are forever.

They determine who to bomb,

where to invade,

they build the drones,
the Hellfire missiles

that destroy the homes,
the factories.

Then they get the contracts

to rebuild those same homes,
those same factories.

Cash from chaos.

War on terror.

War in perpetuity.

Jesus Christ.

How the fuck did this happen?

I don't know.

Jones and Kingsley decided
to keep this one to themselves.

You know what Kingsley told me?

That we lost our senior contact
in the Iranian regime.

That's why Tehran
was put on hold.

- Yes, sir.
- And I believed him.

Hell, I've trusted Kingsley
for 20 years.

And he's delivered.

Every step of the way.

Clarke and Toumi are a threat

to the operation in Mali, sir.

So deal with them.

If we do that,
there is a chance

that Harry Clarke's father
will release this tape.

What a fucking mess.

We need to deal with this, sir.

How?

We let...

Kingsley go.

KMPH is no longer viable.

It can't service
the operation in Mali.

As a corporation...

however this thing
plays itself out...

it is now toxic.

Now, how do you know

I'm not gonna call up Kingsley
the moment you leave

and tell him about
your little visit?

I-I don't.

There's a total
of 15 million here

heading into what we think
is an Al Moctar account.

33 payments of disparate amounts

were sanctioned on or around the
date that Miller was released,

processed and proceeded
through 19 shelter companies,

and then hit this account,

assuming it is Al Moctar's.

But he did receive 50 million,
albeit from multiple sources?

And that's not uncommon.

Usually finds its way through
to arms dealers, through, uh,

opaque sounding companies,

import-export, licensing.

But what's weird

are the specifics in this case.

How so?

One of the first payments
originated

from a company here,
in Virginia.

What does it trade in?

Death.

Sure this is the right address?

Yeah.

We finally catch a break.

The source of the ransom.
And it's this place?

Doesn't add up.

Let's go home.

I'm back.

Gina?

Honey? I could
murder a glass of...

What is it?

Gina.

I've been suspended.

- What?
- Escorted off campus.

It was... it was hu-humiliating.

I don't understand.
Why?

I've been accused of,

uh, um...

of harassment.

One of-one of my students.

They-they won't tell me who.

It-it's bullshit.
You know that I-I wouldn't...

Hey, I know. I know. I know.
Come here.

Okay. Okay.

We'll stop around here.

Get something to eat.

Yeah, it'll do.

I'm gonna go and find us
some food. Okay?

Where are we going?

To find food.

Yeah, after that.

We keep driving.

Cross the border. Mauritania,
Senegal, whichever's closest.

And then what?

You don't have a plan, do you?

You brought us out here
on a fucking whim.

A fucking whim
that kept us alive.

You know, you could
help here, Leyla.

To do what?

To take on Amanda Jones?
To take on KMPH?

Get the truth out there?
Will that do it?

Will it be enough?

Yeah.

- Sir.
- Mm-hmm?

The details.
For Isaac's parents.

Thank you.

I could arrange
for someone else to go.

No, no.

I'll handle it myself.

We're very grateful
for his patriotism,

for his dedication
and his service,

and his sacrifice
for queen and country.

Rest assured
he did not die in vain.

My uncle died in the Falklands,
Mr. White.

My dad's best friend
died in the first Iraq war.

My best man
died in the second one.

And for what?

Nothing changes.

I don't want your empty words.

What I want to know is

how did my son die?

Because that's
the least you owe us.

Isaac was executed.

He was shot
in the back of the head

after a failed escape attempt.

Thank you.

I've never found the answers
at the bottom of a glass.

Well, that depends
on how hard you look.

Please.
Join me in the search.

Uh, can I get two more, please?

How'd it go
with Turner's parents?

It was...

Actually, it was rough.

Thank you.

They don't appreciate
what we go through...

our political masters.

They don't deserve us.

And they certainly
didn't deserve Isaac Turner.

Most of the time
I don't think they give a shit.

You've got that right.

- Hey.
- Nathan.

I just sat with George White.

And? Is he on board?

Let's just say he's in play.

I've got another call.

That is great, great,
great work, Amanda.

Dan, how did it go?

Good. Very good.

You made sure he got the 92s?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Apparently, he couldn't
get enough of them.

Like a kid on Christmas morning.

Wow.

Okay, here we go.

Yeah.

- All right, then.
- Talk soon.

Hey.

Wow. You look...

beautiful.

Thanks.

Have you seen my keys?

Oh, here they are.

Uh, I'm running late.

Don't wait up.

I won't.

What?

Nothing.

Don't do this, Nate.

Not now.

Do what?

What am I doing?

You always do this.
You always put it on me.

Is that what I'm doing, Nicole?

Yeah. You come home,
no warning,

and you expect me
to just jump up and down

- and throw my arms around you...
- A little affection

would be nice.

I had a pretty tough week.

Well, I wouldn't know,
would I?

I mean,
what do you want from me?

I...

You don't live here.

What are you talking about?

Yes, I do.

- Oh.
- I sleep here.

My-my clothes are here.

My life is here.
You and Katie are here.

This is a hotel for you.

You check in, you check out.

We're not supposed to know
where you go in between.

We're supposed to just adapt.

And, you know what,
that's killing us, Nate.

But, hey,

we've learned
to get along without you.

Well, I had no idea
that this was how you felt.

How could you not fucking know?

I can't do this.

Okay, fine.

Fine, we'll talk about it later.

No.

This.

You. Me.

I...

It's not working.

Not anymore.

Nicole, come on,
don't say that.

I have to go.

Nicole.

Let's go! Let's go!

Fuck!

I fucked this all up.

I'm sorry.

Do we open fire?

Orders are to take 'em
into custody.

What is that?

What do we do?

Targets have stopped.

Multiple insurgent vehicles
ahead.

Request assistance immediately.

I'm not going out there,
not without backup.

Harry, what are we gonna do?

- No, no, no, no. Harry, listen to me.
- Wait.

Harry. Harry, listen.

Harry.

Harry.

What is he doing?

He fucking insane?

What is he doing?

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