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Freddy Strain.

Take it you left the teams.

Agency now.

Amin Al-Nawaz,

the face of the new al-Qaeda.

We believe that Mo perpetrated Nawaz's attack on the NATO commander

using skills that he learned from us.

More specifically, from you.

While we're here,

you're James Donovan.

James Donovan.

It's been ages, brother.

Landry's in charge of hunting down Mo Farooq.

Jules Landry. Mosul.

That drone that almost killed you

was part of a shipment of weapons

bound for an ally that somehow ended up

in the hands of terrorists.

If you are saying that

there is some connection between my office

and the world's most vicious terrorist...

...I'd say this meeting is officially over.

Katie Buranek is asking questions

about Kestrel.

That's Mo's guy.

Someone in your agency

fucking sold us out.

And Mo is gonna tell me who.

Peace!

Democracy!

This is the way forward for Rojava.

Re-elect Shawkat as Co-President.

She is the way forward for Rojava.

She is the way forward for Rojava.

One thirty.

One fifty-four.

One thirty.

One fifty-four.

Hello, Shawkat.

Nizar.

The whore is dead.

The payment's on the way.

I have another assignment for you.

A prize far bigger than a reformist like Shawkat.

Tariq will be in touch.

♪ 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 ♪♪

Easy, brother.

All good.

Reentry takes time.

Especially in a city like this.

Sir, this is--

James Donovan. Vic Rodriguez,

head of Ground Branch and the reason you're here.

Come, we're on with Langley in five minutes.

Our latest SIGINT confirms that

Farooq and his men are embedded somewhere in this city.

What about the HUMINT?

You, Ox, Eli, and Donovan are about to get very busy.

Donovan, huh?

You look a lot like a guy I crossed paths with back in Afghanistan.

But, you know, more of a "wanted dead or alive" kind of vibe.

Oh. Ox, is it?

Yeah.

Come to think of it, you do look like a fellow

I operated with in Kandahar,

just a bit older and a whole lot uglier.

He has slowed down a bit.

Look, it's good to meet you, James.

Eli Bowman. Look forward to your Ox stories when we get a chance.

Come on, man.

Freddy.

What are we walking into?

In this room, just keep your eyes open and your mouth shut.

We got

Janice Motley, task force lead,

bit of an unknown.

Oliver Grey, financial analyst in counterterrorism.

Nicole Phan, she's the Deputy Chief, Beirut.

And a bunch of other people big enough to have assigned

-parking spaces. -A lot of people with the knowledge

to blow our cover in Morocco?

Al-Nawaz has proved to be far savvier than Bin Laden.

He's used digital donations

to direct us towards Libya, which--

What about the HUMINT that backed up

-the Libya theory? -We have weeks of exposure in Tripoli,

- burned local assets. - Wouldn't be the first time

that a prisoner

gave false intel under enhanced interrogation.

You said "expedite." I expedited.

Look, what matters is we're in the right part of the world now, ma'am.

They've been fucking with spies

for millennia in this city, and they're real good at it.

We have biometrics on all the attackers.

Mossad is helping us piece together a timeline,

but what we don't know is how

Farooq's men identified our black site.

We're all aware of the inherent vulnerabilities

of a black site. Every time we open the gate,

place a call, encrypted or not,

- we leave tracks. - Hmm.

They hit us the moment we're on to Al-Nawaz?

Nah, doesn't pass the sniff test.

You weren't exactly helping things stay covert, Mr. Landry.

Freddy, in your opinion,

are we compromised?

No, sir. But I'd have

Counter-Intel interview the local hires at the site

and our team will pursue Farooq here.

Agreed. We know which rocks to kick over in this city.

All of the intel and known data indicates that al-Qaeda's using

Western weapons for their latest attacks.

Drones, mortars.

They're in the market for stolen goods.

Landry, you and the team

will disperse into the city

posing as disgruntled veterans with black market

Stinger missiles for sale.

Find a buyer,

- find Mo Farooq. - Exactly.

Al-Qaeda just took out the leader of Rojava.

Sniper kill.

That's four attacks against

countries Nawaz labeled enemies of the Jihad.

We need to find him before he hits us.

Landry and team, go after Farooq.

Donovan, stand by to assist in the interrogation.

Sorry, ma'am. Stand by?

Consider yourself benched until we know that you were not the target in Morocco.

If you're compromised,

this operation is as well.

Donovan will stay on site for prep.

Copy that. Laying low.

Whatever the mission needs.

Washington, D.C., lobbyist Stewart McGovern

suffered a sudden heart attack last night while driving on the G.W. Parkway.

Authorities say McGovern's vehicle veered over the median

and came to a stop in oncoming traffic...

Excuse me.

Fucking pick up your phone.

Lucas.

You're supposed to be in editorial.

I need a favor first.

See if the word "Kestrel"

rings any bells on the Hill.

Steak dinner if you can link it to Stewart McGovern or arms shipments.

I'm a vegetarian, actually.

That's why you look like you need a steak dinner. Gary.

Did we, uh, get any more statements out of Rojava?

Like maybe the kind of weapon that was used?

I'll share at the morning brief.

I'll show you mine on McGovern if you show me yours.

We're literally walking in, Katie.

Hey, everybody. Sorry we are late.

Right.

Oh, fuck no.

Vasili and I thought we'd sit in.

But this is an editorial briefing.

Jordan was part owner and editor.

And he started VoltStreem in his basement.

We're an independent news site.

These meetings set our agenda.

I'm not here to tell you what to write.

Just to make an announcement.

We have called off the search for Jordan's replacement.

Katie Buranek will be

VoltStreem's new editor in chief.

I'm sorry, what?

Were you not planning on running this meeting before,

or were you going to get, uh...

-Gary. -...Gary to set your agenda?

It's like you said, Katie,

VoltStreem must remain an independent voice.

Yana is going to stay

and help with the logistics, and we can

make an announcement of your appointment at my foundation's gala

this week.

Congratulations.

Thank you, everybody.

All right, let's just pretend that didn't happen.

So, my story on McGovern isn't ready yet, so we

got Gary and Al-Nawaz in the lead. I'm on deck.

Who's filling out the rest of the lineup?

Can you hurry it up, bro?

My boss is gonna be here any minute.

Is this everything from last night?

Yeah, that's everything.

It skips from 6:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m.

Someone's tampered with your files.

I don't know, man.

I'm not a fucking hacker.

File's empty. That's everything.

You're still gonna pay me, right?

Don't say shit about this, okay?

Morale check, brother.

Hey.

We'll find him.

You and I both know I'm better bait than some Stinger missiles.

What do you need?

Get me into the city.

See if something-- someone-- bites.

Meet me at the main gate,

exactly one hour.

Come through.

-Excuse me. -Yes, sir.

Do you know if the issue with the front desk scanner's

-been fixed? -Yes, sir.

Double check with them, make sure that's addressed?

Shouldn't be a problem.

Motherfucker.

Welcome.

Can I help you?

Yeah. Phone? Prepay?

You want SIM card?

No, no. Actual phone. Physical phone.

You want phone you use once

-and throw away? -Yeah.

$300.

Two hundred.

Cash discount.

We about done with this game of cat and mouse?

Fucking show-off.

You really think the embassy gonna let you walk out without a tail?

You gonna turn me in, Landry?

Nah.

Like I said since day one,

I like your methods.

But you're in the wrong part of town.

And you know the right part of town?

I might know somewhere.

Come on. We can talk about Mo

and whoever the fuck sold us out.

What exactly does the word

"transparency" mean to you?

Certainly doesn't mean "dodging my texts,

calls, or asking me for help

and then disappearing off the face of the earth."

Something came up, okay?

Like D.C.'s most prominent lobbyist

playing slip and slide on the G.W. Parkway?

Yeah, for starters.

Raife...

...you didn't do anything, did you?

If you're asking did I summarily execute a man

that I had zero personal connection to?

No.

But someone did.

You think it was a hit?

I clocked the valet that gave McGovern his car last night.

He was wearing gloves when he gave McGovern his keys.

I think McGovern was poisoned.

Aluminum phosphide, maybe.

-There's got to be security footage with-- -No.

I already checked. It was wiped.

Look, whatever this is...

these are dangerous people.

So you need to take

a step back now.

I appreciate the concern, but--

What?

You don't believe me?

I believe you.

But I'm not gonna step back. This is what I do.

I'm trying to help you.

If you want to help,

then go on record.

Become an official source.

That way, I could publish, and once the story's out there,

there's no need to go after you or me.

It would just bring more attention to it--

I told you,

I want the names.

I don't want to be the name.

God, you operators will do anything

to defend your country

except trust a journalist who's trying to do the same thing.

Go home, Katie.

Arak, straight from the mother's teat.

This shit, man.

Drink enough of this and you will

slide through the doors of time.

Kasaak.

What exactly are we doing here, Landry?

All in good time, compadre.

I bet you're out here

ready to check all Mo's old haunts, huh?

Academia. Chess.

That ain't our fucking guy anymore.

Now you're thinking, if Mo is this far gone...

...what's the fucking point in bringing him in?

You think Mo can't be turned?

I think anyone can be turned.

And once they're gone, they're gone.

Like your boy Ben Edwards.

Edwards was your best friend.

The worst-kept secret of the Agency

is he was part of that whole Capstone mess.

Why'd he do it?

Money?

Leverage?

Or maybe he just had that darkness to feed.

That insatiable appetite.

My best friend had done that to me,

I'd put him on the top of my list.

Especially if I had limited time to set things right.

Well, my point is...

...we can divide and conquer.

Vic's not wrong about the weapons,

but why not have a contingency plan, huh?

This goes faster if we work together.

We put Mo in the ground where he fucking belongs.

And he's how we do it.

Whoa...

Ziad.

My friend. How's the team?

Fucking Nejmeh.

I could buy a house for what they cost me.

Well...

...maybe we can help.

We're looking for a guy.

Mo Farooq.

I don't know this man.

Uh, no one said you did.

But you know people who know people.

We're hoping you could do us this favor.

Ask around, ask your friends.

See if anyone can get a message to Mr. Farooq for my buddy here.

I could pay extra.

Make up for the recent performance of your team.

And, uh, if I can get a hold of this Farooq,

who would I say is asking?

You know how to reach me, yeah?

You just let him know...

...we have a mutual friend in town.

Someone he served with.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

Peace be upon you.

And upon you be peace, Tariq.

Welcome, Nizar.

We're glad you made it.

Impressive work...

...in Rojava.

You're a patient young man.

That's the job.

Is that...

...Tasho the Chechen?

I thought he was just a story Spetsnaz told recruits to scare them.

He's very real...

Just ask the widows of all the Russians he's killed.

Assalamu alaikum, Seedi.

Walaikum assalam.

I count six snipers...

...including me.

What exactly is the new mission?

To impress us, Nizar.

I think anyone can be turned.

And once they're gone, they're gone.

Like your boy Ben Edwards.

Let's finish the list.

Mo was a partner in this war on terror.

This is Mo, all fucking day.

Before I forget, I brought gifts.

Besides the Cubans?

No, those are from your dad.

And this...

...is from my dad.

It's his wrist compass from 'Nam.

Figured you could take it on some of the hunts you do after deployment.

I can't accept this.

It's easy to get lost.

It'll show you the way, son.

You hold on to it for a while, then.

And for Ben...

That fucker never should've walked.

Maybe he ain't the man we thought he was.

Fuck.

Yeah?

Raife, it's me.

Are you okay?

Well, I ain't in a dark cell somewhere.

Did your uncle fill you in?

Yeah.

I didn't see anything on the news about the arrest, so I, uh...

...assumed it got complicated.

Complicated about sums it up.

Look, I know this is long overdue, but...

you know I appreciate all your help last year,

the gear, Niassa...

...all of it. You saved my ass, brother.

Thank you.

Always, brother.

Is there something else on your mind?

Yeah.

Yeah, there is. Um...

A friend of ours.

ISOF commander, Mosul, 2015.

Remember Mo?

Used to keep a playing card in his wallet.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Fuck, I've not heard that name in a few years now.

Was he as solid as I remember?

I mean, I know Ben trusted him.

Yeah. I mean, that's not saying much.

Why?

Are you working something with Mo?

Well, that I can't tell you, buddy.

But I want you to think...

...is there any possibility

Mo could be flipped?

Any way he could become...

...what we were fighting?

Well, you never really know anything for sure.

So all you have is that little voice in your head.

Fuck.

You do not want to be in my head right now.

Then trust your gut. What's it telling you?

That I need to look Mo in the eyes.

If this has something to do with the Agency,

just remember...

...they aren't the teams, eh?

Well...

nothing is, is it?

Yeah.

I say trust your gut.

Be good.

You, too.

Did he ever mention a project called Kestrel?

Or any initiatives with Senators Lisa Ann Bolls or Xander Collins?

No. Sorry.

I will make sure they update their client list. Thank you.

Going well?

You know, others could do this for you if you take the editor job.

We're still on, like, the first or second date.

You guys are coming on a little strong.

Have you spent much time with Ukrainians?

What's this?

We got the Hartley Estate to drop the lawsuit.

You're free to finish your book.

At your convenience, of course.

Andrenov?

His influence. My idea.

Look, I know Vasili's leadership style

can be off-putting, but as a judge of talent,

I'm not sure I've ever seen better.

Yeah? How did you end up working for him?

I was an intel officer on the front lines

until Vasili convinced me that putting down the sword

and taking up the pen

would be a faster way to peace.

I don't know, sometimes the sword comes in handy.

I mean, we could've used it in Brussels.

Peace is much closer than we believe,

and the foundation gala tonight will prove it.

Yeah?

Uh, someone's here to see you.

Big guy, interesting accent.

Yeah, bring him in.

This is that source I was telling you about.

Raife.

This is Yana Tomenko, my new boss.

I've been keeping her up to speed on what we're working on.

Thanks for coming in, Raife.

Kestrel is a really important story for us.

Ukrainian.

I can understand why.

Well, it was lovely meeting you.

Um, I see you tonight.

Yeah.

So, I thought about what you said.

I think it's time I started trusting my gut.

We throw everything at it.

Let's talk about it in my office.

♪ Lit my fuse ♪

♪ I'm counting three, two, one ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I'm going off like a time bomb ♪

♪ I got my war paint on, and I'm ready DEFCON ♪

♪ Had to lose, had to fall ♪

♪ Just to open my eyes ♪

♪ I had to break these chains just to come alive ♪

♪ When they bruise and abuse, keep my eye on the prize ♪

♪ So the scars I wear give me a reason to fight, you know ♪

♪ You want to say it to my face now? ♪

♪ But you never keep the truth inside ♪

♪ You want to taste a little pain, yeah ♪

♪ You want to say it...

Farooq's asked to meet here.

Riad El-Solh Street.

0900 hours.

Donovan and I will make contact. Freddy,

you'll be on overwatch here.

Ox and Eli, you'll take the ground exits,

east and west. Home team

will monitor the ISF communications, make sure we don't overstep

-with the locals. -On standby.

I feel good having this team at my back.

Game time, bright and early.

Sure you feel good

about this?

I don't want you taking chances just 'cause you got one foot in the grave.

I gave Mo a chance to reach out to me.

He chose Landry. One more red flag.

Maybe one foot in the grave is exactly what we need.

Which of you can hold your nerve...

...on a shot...

...that will change the world?!

We want shooters...

...shooters who are not scared...

...of the impossible shot.

Our targets fall...

...and so does the West.

Each shot here determines...

...our victory!

The towel.

The sun bakes the cartridge.

Excess pressure makes the bullet wild.

The towel keeps the bullets calm.

Excellent shot.

All of you.

Go repaint your targets...

...and we'll start the final round.

Let's go, move.

Not you two.

You've earned your victory.

But there is one more thing.

It's very important...

...that only...

...the chosen ones know what happened here.

Outside in.

You're not listening to me.

The men who killed my friends and family are not going to prison.

Reece.

You want people to think you're a fucking terrorist?

You end up on the battlefield again,

it's not on me.

-Thank you for making the time. -Pleasure.

Hello?

Lucas, you got something?

Source over at the Legislative Archives found a report.

It's an old one, not digitized.

You have to check it out in person.

Katie?

Are you still there?

You think she'll stay late for me?

She's a fan of yours,

and she got laid off at The Post last round,

so, yeah, you'll be good.

All right. Tell her I'll be there in 15.

Come on, Donovan.

Worm that wiggles catches the biggest fish.

Start giving off them desperate fugitive vibes.

Let's keep the station clear.

If you feel anything's off, James, you cut away.

How we doing down there?

South side eyes on.

Got your side, west side.

You have one hour boots on the ground.

Remember, I got the lead here.

We sit on this long as it takes Farooq to show.

Freddy's right. If Mo's checking to see if Donovan is alone,

then we don't overstay our welcome.

James, all good?

All good.

Good luck, brother.

Who's got eyes on Donovan?

Nothing.

Don't have a visual.

Eli, collapse into the souk. Ox,

let me know when you have eyes on.

Moving.

I've got eyes on Donovan.

He's headed south into the main souk.

Are you interested in a blue rug, sir?

Lauren's eyes were blue, no?

Follow me.

Donovan, give us a signal.

I'm at the market perimeter.

Still no visual.

Donovan has a guide. Kid in a red shirt.

They're in the souk.

Donovan, give us a fucking clue.

Home team, start a location search.

-Which way? -They went this way. Let's go.

Fuck. Still no sign of him.

His signal stopped moving. One hundred yards ahead.

Kid said something about rugs.

Yeah, that doesn't really narrow it down in here.

Yeah, he's not at his last known.

Donovan?

If you can hear me, walk us in.

There you go.

Mo?

What the fuck's going on?

Found what you need, Ms. Buranek?

Yeah. Yes.

Is it okay if I, uh, check this out?

Hard copies are allowed. Anything classified

-is already redacted. -Great. Thanks.

Reece!

We're on the same side.

You fucking drugged me.

Yeah, well, why is the world's most wanted man

working with the Agency?

I'm here to take you in...

...or put you down.

Put me down?

Landry's covering his tracks.

What are you talking about?

Hey. Hey.

- Where the fuck is he? - Get away from my son!

- Where's the American? - Take your hands off of him!

Get away from my son!

Landry's in charge of hunting you down.

You've done things, Mo,

that you need to fucking answer for.

More than you know.

But I did them on behalf of Jules Landry and the Agency.

He embedded me

with Al-Nawaz. But something

is off, yes.

Last week, on his instructions, we attacked an Army base

in Morocco. I heard the mission feeds before I lost

all my men.

We hit Americans.

You fucking hit me.

It was a black site.

Then Landry wants you dead, too.

Think about it. Landry, Al-Nawaz.

Strange bedfellows.

It all points to something bigger.

Look, I never fucking trust Landry, either.

Mo, the Agency has intel

connecting you to multiple terror attacks.

More than just the black site.

The Christmas market attack.

I had nothing to do with that! Nothing!

No civilians.

I told Landry about that,

and he did nothing.

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

If you believe I was a lost cause,

why ask me to contact you directly?

@Mosul2015.

You and I have both changed since then, brother.

But so has the evil we're fighting.

They've arrived, sir.

Shit. That shop owner is one of Al-Nawaz's men.

They know you're here, an American agent. Just hang tight.

Mohammed, what's happening here?

Everything is fine. Don't worry.

All right.

Reece, we got to move. Now.

-This way. -Yeah.

We need to find Landry.

I have to stay.

Al-Nawaz is planning something big.

He says it will shake the world

-like 9/11. -What's the attack?

I won't know until he sends for me.

Mo... come on.

We heard gunfire. Where are you?

Sir, they're at the junction.

Okay. This phone has everything you need

to prove my innocence, and you can use it to track me.

Okay? I got this, now go.

Reece, go. Now.

The American is escaping!

Where's the report?

Get fucked.

You have...

you have to get it.

It's Reece's...

-Reece... -It's Raife.

I'm gonna get you some help, okay?

Look at me.

You hang in there. Let's go.

Come on.