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I'm not going to annihilate
4.3 million Pakistanis

without hearing from someone
whose authority I recognize.

Our own people
tried to sink us?

(Chaplin) We have commandeered

the NATO early warning station

on the island of Sainte Marina.

I am declaring
a 200-mile no-man's-land

around this island.

Test us, and we will all burn.

You've been warned.

_

We're under attack.
We have been drugged.

They told me, put their drug
in the water,

and you would go to sleep.

They promised me
my island back.

(Kendal) Did you kill
those men out there?

Your friends were
already dead when I got here.

I don't have time
to do it the nice way.

We made
a very simple arrangement.

Everything's negotiable.

Who are you?
(Grunts)

Tell me. Tell me!

(Christine)
He's a government agent

sent to spy on me
and turn me against Sam.

(Kendal)
I'm gonna fix everything.

- You'll see, Christine.
(Sophie) - What are you doing, Sam?

Captain Butler has a firing
solution on the Colorado.

I could kill you right now.

Do you want a war?

(Chaplin)
When I was unconscious,

someone took my firing key.

We now have no
nuclear launch capabilities.

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(People speaking indistinctly)

Lieutenant Shepard, how much
longer is he gonna take?

We do what we're told.

'Cause that's worked out
so well for us so far.

(Sighs)

You almost done, XO?

I think some of these guys
are about 30 seconds

from coming over here
and getting an article 90.

Well, it's gonna take as long
as it takes, Lieutenant.

That's my bag, sir.

I'm sorry. No one's exempt.

We don't know who helped
those men with the BZ attack.

We know who attacked us.

Black ops with help
from Serrat.

Then who stole
the epipens on the sub?

There's somebody on the inside.
You know it, and I know it.

Why don't you just
let me help you?

Do I have to spell it out
for you, Lieutenant?

So I'm a suspect?

You think that I betrayed
the crew?

I don't know.

You're dismissed.

You're pulling rank on me?

I don't pull rank, Lieutenant.
I have rank.

(Exhales deeply)

No sign of the key.

But if we keep treating them
like this,

we're gonna lose 'em.

The only people on board
when the key was stolen

were crew members, XO.

One of them is the enemy.

And until we find out who,

the only people who can know
about the key are you and me.

But it's been 48 hours, sir.

If the goal was
to render us defenseless,

then how come
we're not already dead?

Our Judas hasn't reported
their success yet.

But once they do...

(Exhales) At least
let me tell grace.

Grace's father was hauled out of
here in military custody, Sam.

Is it impossible to imagine her

doing something rash?

I back Lieutenant Shepard
100%, sir.

100%.

Until this thing is over,
we will be ruled by fact

and not emotion.

And the fact is,
we have been betrayed.

We keep searching the crew.

We keep this up,
we're not gonna have a crew.

(Indistinct conversations)

Quiet!
They tossed my bunk, too.

You don't see me bitchin' about
somebody spittin' in my grits.

XO wants
these coffin lockers open.

Open 'em up.

Now file out.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

Kowalski.

What do you got there?

It's a night guard, COB,

for my overbite.

(Snaps)

Hey, Kurt Cobain.

Where'd you get this?

I...

You been using?
You've been using!

(Grunting and panting)

You want this junk?

You want this? Huh?!

(Flushes)

Where'd you get it?
(Grunts)

The only two people
who know you're still alive

are the two you're looking at.

And that's lucky for you.

I know a couple of Navy SEALs
that would love to come say hi.

Who's the traitor on my boat?

(Snickers)

Here I thought you were gonna
start with my name.

(Chains rattle) It's Booth.

Booth?

Okay, Booth.

We know you had assistance
during the attack.

We want to know
who you're working with.

Come on, Captain.

You must have heard the rumors.

The word among
sub captains for a while

has been that the CIA
has a sleeper agent

on every nuclear sub...

just in case some crazy captain
gets the wrong idea.

And whoever it is in your crew,

judging from the urgency
of the question,

I guess they pulled it off.

Pulled off what, exactly?

Their mission.

The firing key
from around your neck.

Mm. I see I'm right.

So that's who you're with--
the CIA?

(Grunts)

Hell of a feeling, isn't it?

Enjoy your lunch,

because I will keep you here

where you can hear your breath

and your heartbeat
and nothing else

until you give me a name.

Compartmentalization, Captain.

Why would I know?

You can torture me again,

but I don't know a name,

a face,

or even a voice.

(Rattles and clicks)

(Kendal)
Well, maybe he's lying.

I doubt it.

But there is one other person
who may know.

(Singing in foreign language)

(Doors close)

(Singing continues)

(Cheering)

(Woman screams)

(Patrons murmuring)

You should post more guards.

Why?
I have nothing to fear.

You aided foreigners
in an attack on this island

using a military drug.

COB.

- Tear it apart. Load
everything up in boxes. - Yes, sir.

Something I value greatly was
taken from me during the attack.

If you can tell me
where to find it

or who took it, we're good.

If not, I do have
28 cruise missiles on my boat.

Cruise missile?

I've been threatened
with many things,

but never a cruise missile.

Put 'em on the truck.

We'll open 'em later.

Search him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(Dishes clatter)

Last time I was here,
he was the one in control.

I like it this way better.
(Thuds)

(Tani) What are you looking at?

The back of your neck.

I like your hair up.

I make better tips
with it down.

Guys in bars like to think
the girls pouring their drinks

are free spirits.

That way, if they say something
interesting enough,

they'll hop into bed with them.

Mm.

Can you imagine such stupidity?

Mm. I can help you
bury your friends.

I don't mind.

Gotta be just me and Hopper.

Go bury your friends.
Come back.

I'll-- I'll close down
the bar.

We'll drink ourselves stupid
and fire guns in the air,

whatever you like.

You're good for me.

That's a problem?

(Holsters guns)

Just not used to it.

(Beeps and chirps)

(Chirps)

(Kendal) Who are you?
What are you doing here?

Tell me.
(Grunts)

Tell me!

(Sophie) What is all this?

We had to store
Serrat's stuff somewhere.

Everything has to be searched,

including your office.

You're looking through
my things?

You want to tell me what you
were doing at Serrat's?

I went to listen to music.
Is that allowed?

Did you search
my computer as well?

Okay, if you want
to search me, go ahead.

I can't stop you.

But you know
I was not involved.

I don't know what you are.

Not for sure.

Well, maybe that makes
two of us.

(Turns engine off)

I know you're selling
to my guys.

No more.

Listen, old man,

you need something,
you just ask.

Don't deal to Navy.

(Huffs)

(Clicks)

(Kendal) The nuclear attack
on Pakistan--

was the terrorist threat

the government used
to justify it--

was it real
or was it just an excuse?

A false flag to validate
the first shot of a man

who wants to be an emperor,
not a president.

And your boat
and the citizens of that nation

paid the price.

Yeah, enjoy it, man.
You're the good guys.

But here's the twist--

so are we.

You killed two Navy SEALs.
You're the good guys?

We tried to avoid that.

My team was just supposed
to grab Hopper

while the sleeper
took your captain's key.

Why steal the firing key?

Why not reach out?
Why not form an alliance?

You may think
he's some kind of chess master,

but nobody knows if Chaplin
is just bluffing

or if he's actually insane.

Either way, it's too dangerous

to let him stay parked out here
with 17 nukes.

(Clears throat)

Have you seen
his NSMRL psych profile?

Do you know he has rage issues

and borderline narcissistic
personality traits?

(Laughs)

You know who else he shares
those traits with?

Who's that?

Gadhafi, Stalin,

Jim Jones.

Churchill, Macarthur, Patton.

Look, Booth, can you help
get us home or not?

We don't want you
to come home, Sam.

The Colorado needs to be
the symbol of resistance.

We need you to stay here,
keep doing what you're doing.

But not with Chaplin in charge.

We want you.

You we can work with.

You got a funny way
of working with people, Booth.

The president's not gonna last,

not with you here.

Everything's
turning against him.

I'm talking six months,
maybe a year...

- No, no, no.
- Then you can--

I'm not waiting that long.

What if Christine was here?
What if we brought her to you?

I can make that happen, Sam.

(Door opens)

You know, you're not
my boss anymore.

I work for your brother now.

You still know what this is?

We developed it for
NSA domestic surveillance.

Plug it into
the USB port of the car.

Give it 20 seconds
for the program to migrate.

After that,
every time the driver

makes a call
through the hands-free,

you get the call on this.

Now as for getting into
the car,

use that.

Infrared scrambler--
unlocks 99% of automobiles

manufactured after 2008.

I thought you would be the one
getting into the car.

(Chuckles) I'm just
bringing you your own tech,

not committing a felony.

For that, I'd need
a lot more money,

and I'd have to clear it
with your brother.

Go.

Pleasure.

(Door closes)

(Sighs)

Personnel files?

There were 35 crew members
on board

when the launch key was stolen.

You think you can
figure out who took it

by reading these?

I think the sum
of a person's life

can be deduced from its parts.

The traitor must be
communicating with Langley.

How?

Honestly, sir, I don't know.

Finding the key
is not a priority, XO.

It's the priority.

And remember,

your key is a target, too.

I'm instituting a curfew
on the crew.

I understand what it means

to be without our launch key,
sir, I do,

and I am searching
without rest.

But we need
to start thinking about

the morale of the crew here.

There's a time and place

for taking the morale of
the crew into consideration.

But right now, right here,
there is a traitor on my boat

who has put us in a position
of mortal weakness.

We are searching for a key
on an island.

"Needle in a haystack"
doesn't even come close.

But I will continue searching
until you tell me to stop.

(Clicks)

But with respect, sir, you need
to start looking at the crew,

not just their files.

(Door closes)

(Grunting and panting)

You know...
(Grunts)

We're not the only ones
putting people in the ground.

What are you talking about?

That black-ops team
that came after us.

Navy buried them this morning.

Yeah.

Four graves.

How many were on that team?

(Indistinct conversations)

Where's the fifth black op?

There were four.

No, you buried four,
but there were five.

One's still alive.

If that were true, I'd know.

Captain or the XO
would have told me.

You sure about that?

(Hopper) Let's go, King.

Sir, did any
of the black ops survive

the BZ attack?

No.

Why do you ask?

Just thought it was relevant

since you're searching
for BZ, sir.

You advanced rapidly.

How was it, specifically,
you ended up on my boat?

I always assumed it was
because you asked for me.

Maybe my father
pulled some strings.

I really don't know, sir.

I like to think
I'm best qualified,

that I proved myself.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

(Clicks)

Sorry, Lieutenant.
(Glass clinks)

- I--
- What's in the backpack?

Nothing, ma'am.

(Bottles clink)

You know the captain's
implemented a curfew?

Yes, ma'am,
but we'll be back by then.

It was just gonna be me
and a couple of girls,

blow off a little steam
before lights out.

I'm sorry, ma'am.
I should know better.

Go. You didn't see me.

Uh... Lieutenant?

What is it, Cortez?

You doing anything right now?

(Engine rumbling)

Hey.

Ohh!

Ohh! Ohh!

(Grunts)

I warned you.

(Indistinct conversations)

You tell your...

(Bullet clicks and pings)
friends...

(Clicks and pings) your boss...

(Clicks and pings)
and your kids...

(Clicks and pings)
don't deal to the Navy.

Next time,
these go in your head.

(Keypad beeps)

You can stop pretending to check
your Twitter, Ms. Sinclair.

The Admiral isn't coming.

Who are you?

Forrest.

I'm a friend of his.

And a friend of yours now.
(Engine turns over)

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Admiral Shepard is in jail,

and not the kind
where they have visiting hours.

Do you know Amanda Straugh?

White House Senior Advisor,
loved scotch,

died last week in a plane crash
over the pacific.

Not exactly.

Straugh was shot and killed
during negotiations

on Sainte Marina.

The President has a problem.

He says this woman's body is
at the bottom of the ocean.

If this photo
were to show up on the news,

millions would know
he's lying about it.

They might start wondering
what else he's lying about.

(Laughing)

(Woman) Wait, wait, wait.
I thought we were talking about

the best lies
we ever pulled off.

Unh-unh. I don't have
any of those.

You are looking
at a straight-A,

never cheated,
never got in trouble.

Sad, but true.

Okay, all that was a lie.

(All laugh)

What about you,
Lieutenant Shepard?

Yeah, they don't make 'em
more straight-A than you.

Well, I'm relaxing.

Yeah? Then start looking
relaxed, Lieutenant.

(Women) Oh! Ooh!

(All laugh)

(Sophie) They're just
mineral samples.

You and Serrat
have the same vials.

You were at his place
sharing I don't know what.

I don't have to answer you.

Yes, you do.

Or what, you'll hurt me
like you hurt that man?

- That wasn't me.
- Oh, come on.

(Vials clatter)

Hey, what are you doing?

Look at this.

(Beeps and chirps)
No, turn it off.

No. No, no, no.

Does it look like
I'm enjoying this?

Okay, turn it off.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Does it look like I want this?
- Sam.

Everything's gonna
be different now, I promise.

(Sophie) Stop it.

What's this?

I always find my way back,
don't I?

(Sighs)

Well, before I went into
the academy,

I-I took the SATs
for someone else.

(Women laugh)

You know, the girl--
the girl was really smart,

but she just
couldn't take tests.

You know, she had
this anxiety disorder,

and her family had no money,

so if, uh, she didn't get
a scholarship,

she couldn't go to college.

So I copied her ID
and took the test.

I think the statute
of limitations has passed.

To the statute of limitations.

(Waves crashing)

Can I ask you something,
Cortez?

Yes, ma'am.

What happened with Serrat?

You were locked in that room
with Red and Josh for days.

What happened?

I know what everyone
thinks I did.

But I didn't.

I promised him
I'd be his eyes and ears

if he'd let us live.

Tell him what was
going on with the sub.

A few hours later,
he killed Red.

Deal was off.

Would you have?

Been a traitor?

I had a dog...

when I was a little kid,

and one day,
it turned on me, bit me.

My dad... shot it.

Said once a dog turns on you,
you never trust it again.

Only thing to do
is put it down.

Same with a traitor.

Christine, what would you like
the American people

to know about your husband?

The administration keeps
calling my husband a terrorist.

But then why were they trying
to negotiate with him?

And why are they keeping
those negotiations such a secret

that they had to lie
about Amanda Straugh's death?

You're making
some very serious allegations.

Does this look like
a plane crash?

Amanda Straugh was shot by one
of the government's own people,

and the White House
is trying to cover it up,

just like they are trying
to cover up the truth

about my husband
and the USS Colorado.

Thank you, mama.

Who did this to you?

Who do you think?

(Chess pieces clatter)

All right. Listen up.
Fall in.

Everybody, fall in.

Tighten it up. Let's go.
Lock it down.

Stop your bellyaching
and fall in here.

So the Junior Lt.
sees this little boy

sitting on the sidewalk...

playing with a pile of manure.

The Lt. asks the little boy,

"What are you doing
playing with that manure?"

And the boy says,

"I'm building an NCO".

Lt. runs back
to company HQ,

gets his section chief,
who asks the little boy,

"Son... why are you playing
with a pile of manure?"

Little boy says,
"I'm building an NCO".

Chief goes and gets the COB,

who goes back
to the little boy.

"What-- what--

what are you doing
playing with that manure?"

Little boy says...

"I'm building an NCO".

"Why are you building
an NCO?"

Little boy pauses and says,
"Because, sir,

I don't have enough crap
to build an officer."

(Crew laughs)

What do you get when you breed

a West Point cadet
and a groundhog?

Six more weeks of bad football.

(Crew laughs)

How come the army football team

doesn't have ice
on the sidelines?

The guy with the recipe
graduated.

(All laugh)

That's right.

That's right.
Now listen up.

Listen up! Listen up!
Listen up!

I know we've put you through
a hell of a lot lately.

And all I can tell you--
it's for a good reason.

But...

I hereby order you...

(Cheering)

to enjoy the 1991
Army/Navy football game.

Spoiler alert--
the crunchies don't win.

(Cheering)

But look. Look, look, look,
look, look.

You are the best crew an XO
could have the honor of leading.

(Cheering continues)

Thank you, and I appreciate it.

(Cheering continues)

(Crew chanting
fight song indistinctly)

(Cheering)

Sir.

(Crew cheering)

Brought you a beer,

if you want it.

Thank you.

(Crew speaking indistinctly)

You should go back and watch
the game with the crew.

I just...

I just wanted to state,
for the record,

that I'm with you, Captain,

all the way...

(Crew cheering)

whenever you need me.

(Cheering continues)

Cortez, thank you.

But you should not
seek me out alone.

There's an order and a morality

that we both have to follow.

Well, it seems like
everything's changed, Captain.

Not everything.

Understood?

(Engine revs)

(Brakes squeak)

(Engine turns off)

What do you got there, Sam?

Oh, boy.

(Unzips zipper)

Are you kidding me?

Sure. I mean, the guy
you got in there

killed two of my pals.

So why not let him
enjoy a cold one?

I need to know what he knows.

Yeah, that makes three of us.

Stand down.

Let us do what we do.

When we're done,

we got a nice resting place
for him out in the jungle.

Listen to me.
I've been working him.

I'm building trust
and I'm close.

So right now you gotta back off

and let me finish
what I started.

What do you think he knows?

I think he knows
how to get us all home.

Come on, King.

This guy's an amateur.
Let's go.

No, Hop.

We fall back.

XO's got this one.

For now.

(Clatters)

(Chain rattles)

How are you sleeping?

Not good?

Wonder how
your wife's sleeping?

So what, JSOC gave you
the download on Christine,

and now you think you know me?

No.

They gave me
the download on you--

North Korea,
the gun to your head,

the click.

I know you can't
stop blaming yourself

for those seven men who died

so you could make it back home.

Now Marcus has landed you
in prison again.

Yeah, it's beautiful,

but... let's be real
about what it is.

How much are you willing
to give that man?

Your sleeper will be
communicating with Langley

by a secure radio channel,

which means there's a comm site
somewhere on this island.

Find that site,
you'll have him.

Now...

you ready
to start helping yourself?

If we were to do this,

how would we do it?

Simple snatch and grab.

Marcus will be kept
out of sight, but treated well

while you run things here,

forcing a change of guard
at the White House.

Then the new administration
arranges for amnesty...

for all of you.

(Crew cheering)

That fifth black op is alive.

Your Captain and your XO
are keeping him locked away.

(Cheering continues)

Bet you always raised your hand
first in class, didn't you?

(Tires squeal)

(Engine revs)

(Tires squeal)

No, stop!

Don't come near me.

Everybody keep away from her!

(Cries)

(Crying)

Snyder, you need to stay calm.

It's on a timer.

How much time is left?

I don't know.
Take it off.

- Just take it off of me.
- I can't.

It's wired to the buckle.

You gotta stop shaking.

I'm trying.

Try harder.
(Exhales)

Hey, calm down.
It's okay.

We got you.

(Snyder) How much time
is left on it?

Plenty.

Just take it off of me.

Okay, okay.

(Beeps)

(Gasps) - What happened?
- Nothing. It's okay. It's okay.

Grace.

(Exhales) Grace, I need eyes.

(Snyder continues crying) Here.

Okay.

Now I gotta get that red wire
without touching the yellow.

(Snyder continues crying)
Can you keep the lead away?

The yellow lead.

(Continues crying)

(Gasps and exhales)

(Panting)

(Crying)

(Clock buzzing)

Time's up.

(Snyder hyperventilating)

(Knock on door)

Are you out of your mind?

I have white house lawyers
calling me

about this interview
you taped today.

You did the exact opposite
of what I told you.

The reporter said
that maybe it would help.

The reporter's gonna say
whatever gets her the story!

And where the hell
did you get this picture

of Amanda Straugh?

Somebody put it in my mailbox.

Somebody put it in your mailbox?
What is wrong with you?

Stop yelling at me!
You don't get to yell at me.

I am doing the best
that I can here.

Do you understand
how much pressure I am under?

I am all alone here,

and my husband
is out there somewhere,

about to get killed
at any second.

(Panting)

You're right.
It's my fault.

I should've kept an eye on you.

I'm sorry.

It's just, um...

It's all just starting
to get to me--

the empty house,
the sleeping alone,

except I can't even sleep

because the damn faucet
won't stop dripping.

Hey, hey, calm down.

It's all gonna be fine.

Why don't I take a look
at the faucet?

(Beeps)

(Car alarms chirping
and beeping)

(Door opens)

(Beep)

I'm gonna need, uh,
long-nose pliers for this.

I got a tool kit in the trunk.

What? Wait.

I'll be right back.

Look...

I'm sorry that I
disappointed you today.

(Clicks and chirps)

(Beeps)

You are
the only one that's left

that's fighting for me.

I don't know what I'd do
without you.

(Beeps)

No, no.

I-I'm sorry.

Was it just me?

I don't know.
But it can't be me.

(Beeps and chirps)

Look, I'm having very confusing
feelings right now

and... (Sighs)

can you just be patient
with that?

Of course.

(Exhales deeply)

(Waves crashing)

You were good.

So were you.

What? What?

Been wondering
what that looks like.

One time thing.

Sure.

Thanks.

Thank you.

(Footsteps pound)

Where is he?!

Where am I?

I don't think you know
what you are looking for.

Bring him.

I presume you are looking
for the man

who strapped a bomb
to one of your people?

I just heard.

You see?

I caught him for you.

I came for you.

Uh, me. Yeah, yeah,
you could take me,

but the people won't allow it

because I'm their friend,
and they love me.

And they know
I have done nothing.

This is the man responsible
for your bomb.

It's sad.

He thought it would impress me.

Tell him.

It was my idea.

I did it. Just me.

You should be grateful
I brought this man to justice.

I will deal with him
appropriately.

No.

I will.

This man has admitted

to the attempted mass murder
of my crew.

(Groans)

Try me again,

and I will be your judge, jury,

and executioner.

(Crickets chirping)

(Inhales)

(Kylie) Christine.

Someone's calling him.

(Alert dinging)

(Beeps) (Paul) Hello.

This is Curry.
What do you have?

What the hell's going on?

Somebody put

the photo in her mailbox,

which means you've got a leak
in the White House,

so you can stop blaming me
for not keeping her in line.

And look,

I don't want
to do this anymore.

Do you want
to see Daniel again?

Of course I do.

He's my son.

All I'm saying is, you've got
her in an impossible situation.

What do you expect her to do?

Let me throw her a line.

Just stick to the plan

and don't get
too attached, Paul.

The parameters
can always change.

I'll check in later.

Sam.

Everything that happened
was crazy, right?

They drugged us.
The BZ affected us all.

I'm sorry.

Only an American
would apologize for a kiss.

(Laughs)

I'm not working with Serrat.

I am paying a debt
my ex-boyfriend had.

Serrat paid him
to test the soil here

for rare earth minerals.

That's what
the samples were for.

This island--

it is worth a lot of money.

Okay.

I wanted you to know

so you would not think
I lied to you.

But I need you to promise me
you will keep it secret,

and not only from Serrat.

From everybody.

I can't promise you
anything right now.

Okay.

That can be your choice,

but... now you know
that I will not lie to you.

That's my choice.

(Grunting)

(Shouts indistinctly)

All right, easy now.
Easy now.

Aah! Aah!

Hey.

Your men are prisoners
on this island.

Why are you so angry about them

paying me
for a few hours of escape?

Why do you feel as though
you can control

what other people do?

Why are you so afraid?

(Groans)

I've lived all over the world.

I've seen many men like you.

You have a thirst, I think.

What is your particular poison?

Heroin? Cocaine?

No. No.
(Groans)

For you, something more exotic.

Apnoea?

Oxy?

(Rattles pills)

(Grunts and groans)

Fentanyl?

(Grunts)

Ahh.

The eyes don't lie.

Your pupils just went
like this, my friend.

(Grunts) I kicked that--

I kicked that a long time ago.

End of story.

Oh, yeah. You know,
for someone like you,

the story never really ends,
does it?

This is
a powerful painkiller, yes?

I know pain.

You recall my mother?

I haven't had the pleasure.

Ah, but you have.

She's with one arm.
Yes.

(Groaning)

Yes, yes, surely,
surely you noticed her.

- Aah! Aah!
- Yes, I think.

Aah. Aah.

You see, when I was a boy,

some men came to my village.

They wanted to take me
into the bush with them.

My mother tried to stop them.

Get 'em away from me!

She was only 12
when I was born,

so she was my mother,

but she was also
like my sister.

Ah.

The men, they said to me,

they said, "You go
take this machete now, Eah Bo.

You're going to
chop off your mother's arm

or we will kill her."

Can you imagine?

Ah. Ah.

That was my first day
as a soldier.

(Flame whooshing)

Aah! God!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Ohh!

Ohh! Ohh!

Now I'm going to take
the pain away.

(Moans)

(Groans)

(Cries) (Serrat) Yes.

Yes.

This is for when
the pain comes back.

(Cries)

♪ You know it's you,
you know it's you ♪

Ah! (Groans)

Aah!

Ah. Aah!

(Coughs)

(Door closes)

(Engines start)

Ah.

(Panting)

(Crying)

(Door opens)

(Exhales)

So we're executioners now?

There's no other option.

Have your conversations
with Booth borne fruit?

Well, he claims that
whoever the sleeper agent is

has a comm site on the island

to communicate
with their handlers.

He also claims
that we're the resistance

to what's going on back home.

(Chuckles)

Maybe he's right.

Okay. We stop looking
for the key.

No more rousting the crew.

We look for the comm site.

We find the traitor,

we find the key.

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