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You've done things, Mo,

that you need to fucking answer for.

Landry's the one who's compromised. And I can prove it.

Where is Katie?

You just keep fighting, okay?

What's this?

Katie said it was a new lead.

A Congressional report

about a defunct program named Kestrel.

Al-Nawaz is planning something to shake the world like 9/11.

We all serve different masters.

Mine ain't in D.C.

Don't mess with a good thing. You need him and his weapons.

Landry.

For your meeting. They will know you're coming.

Al-Nawaz confirmed KIA.

What if I told you that someone has resurrected Project Kestrel?

This one.

"Oliver Grey"?

I have my team searching

Landry's financials.

There's a funny thing about cockroaches.

They thrive in dark corners.

♪I can see the rising sun ♪

♪The devil's still on the run ♪

♪All the pretty things burn out ♪

♪Heart is beating in my head ♪

♪Feeling numb with every breath ♪

♪Smoke and fire all around ♪

♪Finger on the trigger, finger on the trigger ♪

♪Over, and we all fall down ♪

♪Finger on the trigger, finger on the trigger ♪

♪I see time is running out ♪♪

I've been waiting for your call.

I hear you've made it to Athens.

Halfway home, Colonel.

I'm excited to join you,

now that everything's in place.

Not everything.

We need to tie up loose ends.

That's not... what we discussed.

Your asset nearly fucked us in Morocco, Oliver,

and again in Beirut,

so we're discussing something different.

No, no. Of course.

I'm just... eager to get settled in Russia.

Russia is patient.

You should be, too.

Just take care of Mr. Landry

and handle the final exchange.

I've known you a long time, Oliver.

It's time to prove you're worth my investment.

Passports for your exfil.

This beautiful hunk of shit is your transport.

Weapons?

Easy, Carrot Top. Trust the process.

...and closed-door negotiations,

the peace talk between Ukraine and Russia

has finally progressed.

-The coming together of these... -Thank you.

...two proud nations with a complicated past

is proof that dialogue can triumph.

History will be made in Odesa,

and I will be happy to be a footnote.

Thank you.

While civilians in...

Look at you, Oliver.

Out in the field.

All dressed up, sitting here with your back against the wall

like some hero in a shitty spy novel.

Al-Nawaz's men are en route.

But you already know that, don't you?

In what fucking world...?

You fucking desk jockeys, you are all the same.

You sit in on a couple operations meetings with Ground Branch and voilà!

You think you know what it's like to be a fucking killer.

Ah, yeah.

I'm proud of you though, Oliver. I am.

It was a decent plan.

Put a tail on me,

make sure I deliver the shooters

and then bait me into a meeting to close the loop.

This ends one of two ways.

You pay me my money

and we both go our merry fucking way...

...or we see how much of you fits in a plastic baggie.

We're both just rats in this maze.

Are we gonna keep chasing our tails?

Or are we gonna help each other

find some cheese?

Voilà.

Hmm.

Fuck yeah.

Let me offer you some advice, Oliver.

You ain't cut out to be a door-kicker.

Stick to crunching numbers.

♪I'm losing it ♪

♪I'm losing it ♪♪

♪I can listen to you ♪

♪You're a bit stupid, you seem so lucid ♪

♪But never sincere ♪

♪Ooh ♪

♪You wanna talk to me...

Hmm, hmm. Huh? Where you going?

Hey, hey, hey.

Come on.

Pick yourself up or I'll drag you the fuck inside, huh?

Fuck it.

Got to do it the hard way.

Welcome to Casa de la--

Ah!

Ah!

Set.

Clear to drop him.

Got him?

Gotcha.

Package secured. Confirmed he's still breathing.

I'll link up at the airfield.

So a second pro team comes after a civilian on U.S. soil?

Yeah. Must have something worth hiding, eh?

If they make another move on Ms. Buranek, we got it covered.

I'll be here.

Yana put a body man on the door.

Another on the exterior.

It's good.

I know who put the hit on me and Katie.

Agency man named Oliver Grey.

You saved her life.

She'll be ready to move in a day or two.

- Harper, just a real quick question. - I need you to get her out of D.C.

You good to take some leave?

"Terminal leave" starts tomorrow.

Officially retired and out of Uncle Sam's Army.

I'll be in touch, brother.

Harper.

Thank you.

I can't say it enough.

And I know that was a heavy ask.

It's good to see you with a mission, Raife.

Be careful.

Hey, this urgent?

Calling to let you in on something,

which I probably should have told you sooner.

Keep talking.

Couple of months back,

I noticed some irregularities at work.

Missing U.S. weapons that showed up

in the hands of terrorists.

And it all led to a corrupt CIA officer named Oliver Grey.

Did you say Oliver Grey?

Yeah.

That's why I'm calling.

I need someone inside the Agency

who has access to him.

Oliver Grey's a part of what I'm chasing.

Do you know where he is?

Raife, I'd be reading you in to something that...

Yeah, that I'm already chasing.

Agency has SIGINT placing Grey in Venezuela.

His IP address pinged in Caracas.

Sounds like he's leaving breadcrumbs.

We just caught an associate of his

outside of Athens, Jules Landry.

2015, Mosul.

You and Ben worked with him, right?

Look, I'm about to go off grid for a minute.

I'm gonna connect you with a Ground Branch officer, Vic Rodriguez.

You can trust him.

If Landry was in Athens,

there's a chance that Grey was there as well.

The Agency can cover Caracas.

I'll start with Athens.

This have anything to do with Katie Buranek?

I saw what happened on the news.

I can tell you that she's safe.

Hurt, but...

alive.

She fought like hell.

-That sounds like Katie. -Yeah.

Raife, I need you to watch out for yourself, okay?

You, too.

And brother?

Katie, Mo and now Landry...

all of us caught up in the same thing?

Starting to sound like this isn't a coincidence.

Starting to sound like the common thread is you.

You said it. I'll be in touch.

"...boots, boots, boots, boots,

moving up and down again

there's no discharge in the war

I have marched

six weeks in Hell and certify it is...

...not fire,

devils, dark, or anything but

boots, boots, boots, boots...

...moving up and down again

there's no discharge in the war

Try, try, try, try

to think of something different

oh, my God,

keep me from going lunatic

boots, boots, boots, boots,

moving up and down again

there's no discharge in the war"

Ah.

Oh, I dig this side of you, Reece.

Could've used it in the fight.

Yeah?

Which fight is that, Landry?

Pick one, you fuck.

Tell me about the next attack.

What attack?

We know Al-Nawaz was working with someone else.

We know they're planning another attack.

And you're gonna tell me where it's gonna be.

Next attack's in New York.

New York?

Or was it Berlin?

Bangkok, maybe?

You don't have time for this.

Uh, my mind's a little fried.

Yeah...

It'll clear up once you get me immunity.

Oh, I... I get it.

A taste for a taste.

Yeah.

I'll, uh, I'll give you the guy that's running me.

Serve the next big fish up on a silver fucking platter.

-Oliver-- -Oliver Grey.

We know about Oliver.

But...

...you could tell me where he's headed next.

Yeah.

Hey, I just saw him.

In Paris.

-In Paris? -Yeah.

I'm trying to remember. In...

Zurich...

maybe.

Huh. London?

Come on.

Get all of it.

Fuck you, man!

Fuck you, man!

You don't have the kind of time

to break someone like me.

I'm the one in control here.

You go get a Langley lawyer on the line.

'Cause I know that's the way this shit goes.

Get me my motherfucking immunity!

That's the way this would go if I was working

with Langley, but I'm not.

This is not a CIA black site.

That's fucking bullshit. I heard Freddy's voice.

He didn't want anything to do with what's going to happen here.

Washed his hands of the whole thing.

So we can do whatever we want to you here.

Who's we?

Well, you should remember this place, Landry.

You helped me build it.

Hey, Mo.

Glad you could join us, Mo.

Oh, I just, I wanted to, I wanted to say sorry.

I'm so sorry if we hurt your little boyfriend.

He spilled his guts everywhere.

Ah, come on, man.

You think they're really gonna let you walk it back?

Huh? You're as dead as I am!

Fuck you, too.

Last chance to tell us the truth.

The truth?

"Boots, moving up and down again."

No, this:

"Boots, boots, slogging up and down again."

Get comfortable.

The only people watching

are the souls

of the innocents you had me kill.

Hey, did he keep that RFID chip down?

Yeah.

It's already relaying his core temperature.

All right, good, so the room will bounce him between

excruciating heat and debilitating cold.

The drugs in his system will increase sensitivity.

We sure everything in this file is accurate?

Agency verified.

Just use that intel on him.

When Landry starts copping to his deepest, darkest secrets,

then we can trust what he has to say about the next attack.

Just try not to kill him before we get what we need.

We have a crash cart and a doctor standing by.

Hypothermia sets in at a core temperature of 95 degrees,

and then we'll just play him like a human yo-yo

until the string breaks.

You're good.

But you're not that good.

What gave it away?

The safe house smelled like mothballs when I left.

Now, it still smells like mothballs, but

-with a hint of jasmine. -Yep.

Hey.

-It's good to see you. -Good to see you.

You look different than our last job together.

Half Viking, half mental patient.

Suits you.

I'll take my coffee black.

How goes it in here?

Like a needle in a haystack in a fucking field of haystacks.

Out of practice, eh?

Grey hasn't pinged once on a facial match.

You sure he was here?

Look, you know Landry.

He's good at his job, but he needs to be managed.

So just keep looking.

Wait.

Already planted a camera.

Hastings?

You Ox or Eli?

Ox. Aka the good-looking one.

- Reece said you had a lead on Grey. - We're in process.

This is Tal Varon, ex-Mossad.

We met working a joint op with the Agency.

Now she works in private sector security, focus on cyber.

So, what do you got?

We have proof that Jules Landry was here.

No shit.

We grabbed Landry leaving the city three days ago.

Please tell us that Landry is not the sole reason

we're in this country without the Chief of Station's permission.

I didn't ask for the Agency to come.

That was Reece.

We'll find him.

Okay?

Combing a facial recognition database in a city this big takes time.

Grey could be using tools like infrared light

and CV Dazzle to defeat facial recognition.

Mm, no. Grey ain't do anything that high-tech.

He was poking around a disguise lab a few months back.

Claimed he was assisting our investigation,

but that was before Mo Farooq or Landry.

Do they have any mockups of his looks?

I can use them in my algorithm search.

We'll put in a call.

Ground Branch. This should be fun.

Colder, Mo!

- Ah! ...in Hell and certify

it is not

fire, devils, dark or anything

but boots, boots, boots, boots,

moving up and down again

there's no discharge in the war

Try, try, try, try

to think of something different...

oh, my God,

keep me from going lunatic

Try, try, try, try...

oh, my God,

- keep me from going lunatic -Hey, buddy.

boots, boots, boots, boots,

-moving up and down again -Okay.

there's no discharge in the war"

It's not working...

You can make this all stop.

Just tell me what we need to know.

Start by telling me how you went from bumfuck Louisiana

to the Corps.

The Corps?

What made you enlist?

Huh?

We all got someone or something.

There's a mole in the Agency...

...and you want to take a stroll down memory fucking lane?

It was something about a girl.

What was her name?

Jenny Bertrand.

Why is she in your file?

Wake up.

Wake up.

Whew. It's hot, huh?

Under these conditions, you can only go three days without water.

You know how many days it's been?

You don't, do you?

Yeah.

That's the Midazolam,

messing with your sense of time.

It was in the water I gave you, but when did I give it to you?

Do you remember?

Jenny Bertrand.

Judy...

Reece.

What'd you say?

Your mom, Judy...

had dementia, right?

You read my file.

I read yours, too.

Why'd you enlist?

Were you running away from her?

Like your daddy when he quit the Agency?

James...

He must've had a nice piece of tail

down in Argentina.

I got another name...

Ben Edwards.

Everyone knows...

he sold you and your boys out for money.

You put your best friend on your list, didn't you?

Hmm.

Give me my immunity, yeah?

Or keep the cocktails coming.

Hey, you got any ketamine?

Maybe some captopril?

Ah. Shit.

Give me everything you fucking got.

You heard the man. Hit him again.

Where's Mo?

Needed a break.

Maybe you do, too.

This is taking too goddamn long.

There's a threat out there. He's running down the fucking clock.

Then up Landry's dose.

Like you're doing with your pills.

He's probably developed a tolerance to what we're giving him.

What?

Landry's an addict.

His system is saturated.

It's not about upping the dose, we need a new drug.

Something stronger.

Tawûsî Melek, the Yazidi deity.

It represents the dual nature of existence:

light and shadow,

good and evil.

Balance.

This is where I come to remember why...

...we do what we do.

To restore the balance.

Because of his lies...

...he turned me into the very thing I hate the most.

He doesn't determine who you are.

And I can break him.

This is a lot.

I'm the one who ends him, Reece.

You made a promise.

Find everything on that list,

I will get the intel we need.

We can stop what's coming.

Okay.

in the world, I'll be buried here,

beside my brother

- and my friends. - Eerie, eh?

Chasing down a man threatening democracy in the city where democracy began.

You think Grey has that kind of reach?

Well, not him.

Whoever he's working for.

You're usually right.

You were right about Haverford.

Right about Ben, the direction he was headed.

I guess what I don't fully understand...

...is why you're back.

Here you are.

Part of a team of operators you barely know...

...chasing down a hunch.

You know, I'm the one who left the teams.

It was either me or Reece, and, uh...

I chose to go.

And then when that story broke, about Reece and his family...

I just couldn't help but think, you know, maybe if I'd stayed in...

...then maybe what happened to Reece and his men...

...maybe that doesn't happen.

Or if it does...

...I would've been the commander of Alpha Platoon...

...and it would've been me in those tunnels instead.

On our last mission, when Eliza...

...died in Zurich...

...for years, I blamed myself.

But over time, I realized it wasn't my fault.

It's the fault of those who did it.

Haverford, the Shepherd, the one we're trying to stop...

So it's not really about guilt.

It's about our duty to keep fighting.

When'd you get so bloody wise?

Remember that bomb in my head?

Oh, who could forget it?

You never shut up about it.

Well, I take pills to manage the headaches.

They're just not as effective as they used to be.

Got me thinking about you,

-your opiate receptors... -Oh, who cares?

...how fucked they must be with all

the junk that you put in your body,

so I thought to myself...

"Let's fight fire with fire."

Or, in this case...

opiates with opiates.

Now...

...now, too much of this and your respiratory system will shut down.

I can reverse it with Narcan, if I want.

So, I end up high as fuck or dead.

Either way, you don't get jack shit.

You ever overdosed for real, Landry?

Word is, it's not that pleasant.

Well, we'll see about that.

We will.

Adios.

Yeah.

The good stuff.

Huh.

I was thinking, with your high tolerance,

the drugs will never knock you out.

They'll shut your lungs down,

but you'll be awake enough to know you're suffocating.

I can make it all stop.

Just tell me what I want to know.

Where's the next attack?

He knows what he's doing.

What'd you see, Landry?

What'd you see?

Did you walk towards the light?

Or was it darkness?

Tell you what, let's take another look.

No, no!

She was so beautiful...

Jenny Bertrand...

She had long, black hair

and green eyes.

I loved her.

We were at the same high school.

Went to the same church.

She used to help in the nursery

during the service hours.

She would always talk about getting into Tulane.

Tulane... yeah.

I had a better chance of ending up in Angola,

like my daddy.

Reece...

There was something in me that day.

Something walked me into that room.

And she didn't even see me...

...till I locked the door.

She made out like everything was all right.

Smiled, even...

...pretending like everything was okay.

And when I took a step toward her,

oh, she stopped smiling.

My uncle and the sheriff made a deal

with her old man.

I join the Marines,

and never come back to town.

That's how I joined the Corps.

That's it.

That matches the file.

We can trust what he says.

When's the next attack, Landry?

I'm gonna need something.

-What's coming? -Come on, you can't get me immunity?

Tell me what's coming.

Start there,

then we can talk about what kind of cell you're gonna have.

Al-Nawaz gave me a packet, pass along to his jihadis.

- Jihadis? How many? - Two. I put two snipers

on a tugboat, an Arab and a Chechen.

Redheaded son of a bitch.

What was in the package?

Passports, travel documents...

To go where?

I don't know.

I swear.

But Grey sure as shit does.

I don't give a fuck about Grey.

You're deflecting. All right, we're going again.

You're fucking stupid.

You should give a fuck about him.

'Cause he sure as hell cares about you.

What's that supposed to mean?

He fucking set me up.

Motherfucker

put me under his thumb years ago.

It was never about me, it was all about getting to you.

The noble James Reece,

hero, patriot, brother...

Yeah, Ben knows who you really are.

I know who you really are.

Shit.

Your wife knows who you really are,

and your kid

knows who you really are.

You're not a protector.

You are a killer,

just like me.

Tell me where!

Tell me! Tell me where!

Tell me!

Calm down!

My man! Reece!

Reece! Reece!

He's not your kill.

Odesa...

Odesa, man...

I ain't telling you 'cause I'm broke.

I'm telling you

'cause you can't stop what's coming.

We're going to Odesa.

We got a match.

It's only 60%.

It's the first hit of any kind.

From two days ago.

It's him.

Look at that shop behind him.

File says that Grey's an amateur photographer.

If he's waiting around in Athens, how do you think he's gonna spend his time?

Put that photo-- not the mockup--

-up against all active CCTV cameras. -Right.

You two should call Vic.

Let him know we've got something solid.

Solid? No, no, look, it's still just a partial--

Got another hit.

He was on the 56 heading south.

- Where's that road go? - The port.

-Could be leaving by boat. -Let's move.

I'll call Vic on the way.

Hey. We fight evil.

At times, we go to the dark to do it.

Why don't you get outside and get some sun?

You've been in here for three days.

Tom?

Oh.

No, Ma, it's me, James.

He's gone, Ma.

Dad left us.

In Judges...

Gideon asks God how to choose his men for battle.

The Lord told Gideon to take his men down to the river

and watch them drink.

The men who flopped on their bellies and drank like dogs

were no good to him.

Gideon watched some of his men kneel down and drink,

heads watching the horizon,

spears in hand...

Though they were few...

...those were the men he needed.

You've always been one of the few, James.

Keep watching the horizon.

Hey.

Hey.

That break do you some good?

Yes, sir. Uh...

...you got something?

I was running that intel that Landry gave us.

Looks like Odesa is about to become

the epicenter of the world's peace efforts in Ukraine.

There's a U.S.-led ceasefire deal being signed there.

If those snipers are heading that way,

we got some catching up to do.

Agency pulled our pickup forward.

Roger that.

Follow me.

Stavros.

Mm.

My friend.

Your boss could have saved you the trip.

We've delivered each package on time. No hassles.

He wanted me to thank you in person.

Bravo.

Those two.

You know your work.

My friend.

It's done.

Not yet.

What do you mean?

You need to kill the exporter.

I don't see the reason for that.

He knows who we are.

Kill Stavros, or my men are to kill you.

There's a warehouse owned by

an arms exporter named Stavros Dimitroulakos.

Okay, what do you have on him?

Seems like he keeps himself clean,

but so does everyone in the Kestrel network.

Five mikes out.

You, uh...

you forgot something, my friend?

Fucking American...

...he probably wants a receipt.

Left side, clear.

Right side clear.

Now what the fuck?

It's time to call the Chief of Station.

Sorry...

What the fuck?

Oh, what the fuck?

Reece?

Reece is gone.

-I'm sure you recognize this tactic. -Oh...

Piano wire tied around your little soldier.

I heard you recommend it to Al-Nawaz

just before you killed my friend.

Careful. Careful.

Careful. It's important that you don't struggle.

I was just going to kill you, Landry.

But then I thought, I'll give you one more chance

to prove yourself useful. Look at me.

Look at me. Look at me.

Help me balance the scales.

I already told Reece everything.

Not everything.

Come on, Mo.

You don't want to do this.

I fucking saved your life back in Austria.

You owe me.

You did tell Reece quite a bit.

The snipers, Jenny Bertrand.

But there's still something I just...

that I don't understand.

What? Fucking hell, what?

What does all this have to do with James Reece?

Hmm? I heard what you said, that this is personal for Grey.

But I also heard you tell Al-Nawaz

that your real master is not in D.C.

Which means

Grey is not your real master.

Hmm? He's just a functionary, Landry.

For who?

For someone else. Who, Landry? For who?

-Hmm? -I don't know. I don't know.

Who?

-I don't know. Okay? -Who is capable of infiltrating

the CIA?

Capable of controlling

terrorist groups, Al-Qaeda? Spinning this...

web around all of us? Who is that, huh?

-I can't. -Who is that?

I can't.

Whoa, wait. Wait,

wait, wait, wait, wait.

This is your last chance.

Wait, wait. Okay, okay, okay.

He's a Russian.

Okay, well, that narrows it down...

to 140 million people.

He's bratva.

He's bratva.

Mafia?

Not just the Mafia.

The Black Hundreds.

The ones actually in power.

Ultranationalists,

who hate America,

who want to restore the Russian empire

and are willing to burn it all down

just to achieve it.

-I need a name. Huh? -I don't have a name.

-I need a name. -I don't have one.

-Give me a fucking name, Landry! -I don't have one!

I... All I know is his fucking rank:

"the Colonel."

Never met the guy. Only ever heard his voice once.

He called to congratulate me after the,

the NATO convoy attack.

Why James Reece?

I don't, I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

You got it all.

You got to believe me.

I believe you.

Reece, it's me.

Odesa is a move by the bratva.

Someone called "the Colonel" is planning to hit America and you.

Watch your back, my friend.