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♪ Sinister sister shall fall
to the blade of my knife... ♪

Attention![music stops]

As you were.

Ma'am.

Long hop to Landstuhl.

No.

Thank you,
Lieutenant.

Not a lot of Marines
on Landstuhl.

My...

Marine lieutenant son is there.

SEALS pulled him
out of a cave

in Pakistan.

Four hours
after the rescue chopper landed,

he was on a flight to Germany.

Is he all right, ma'am?

CACO officers say

that he's dehydrated.
[chuckles]

So that's great.

Couple of bags of fluid
and he's on his way home.

That was 15 hours ago.
I haven't heard from Adam,

and I can't get his doctor
on the phone.

Uh, 15 hours?

That's not normal, is it?

Uh, I'm a nurse there.

As soon as a soldier stabilizes,

a social worker puts a phone in
his hand and says, "Call home."

[chuckles]

The hospital's
the size of a small city.

Busy as hell.

If they said
your son's dehydrated,

I bet that's all it is.

GLEN:
Colonel Turnbull
is unavailable.

I understand
she's unavailable.

I don't need her
to be available.

I just need to go into
her office and get

the charger she borrowed
before my phone dies.

Lieutenant, if Colonel
Turnbull's not available,

how is she going to let you
into her office?

Is there anyone else around here
up to that job?

TREY: Belay that request,
Lieutenant Li.

Eyes on me, Marines.
I've got sitrep!

Colonel Turnbull has
a family situation.

I am acting jack; you'll report
to me until it's resolved.

As you've all noticed,
we've lost our warrant officer

to a transfer.

Fortunately,
the colonel's adjutant

has volunteered
to assume Rami's duties

until we have a replacement.I-I did?

Rami Ahmadi is the heart
and soul of this office.

He has kept us all in bullets,
beans and Band-Aids,

but I am confident
Glen-One-N will step up.

As you were.

Lieutenant Li,
you're with me.

Lieutenant Eick asked everyone

to stop calling him
"Glen-One-N".

Colonel Turnbull's first name
is Glenn, with two Ns.

Her adjutant's Glen, one N.

How else are we supposed
to tell them apart?

By using their last names?

No, can't do it.

Lieutenant Eick is
"Glen-One-N."

It captures the man, right down
to his desiccated soul.

Call you back.You heard my report?

The gist. You're acting jack.

You're acting jack. Glen-One-N
continues to malinger.

Better men than you have tried
to make that accusation stick.

Lieutenant Eick
has chronic pain.

On the days he remembers
to wear that collar.

Who is this handsome fella,
and why do I get the feeling

he's about to become
part of my life?

That's Lieutenant Zephyr
Tarkanian. "Tark."

He saved his unit from
a sniper in Syria,

and is currently up for
the Medal of Honor.

So, good for Tark. He'll never
pay for another beer again.

No, but he might spend
the next 20 years in the brig.

Lieutenant Tarkanian's unit

rotated out of Syria
six months ago.

But he never reported
for the flight home.

The theory was
he'd been captured.

Two days ago, Marine Raiders
got into a mix-up

with a Turkish-backed rebel
militia outside Idlib.

The Syrian rebels are
on our side.

What's left of them.
But Syria's a goat rope.

It's hard to keep track
of who's who.

Our guys captured
one of the rebels

and pulled off his balaclava.

Care to guess who
they found under there?

Zephyr "Tark" Tarkanian?Mm.

As far as we can tell, he took
a six-month UA vacation

to fight for the armed
services of another country

while still
a commissioned officer.

Tarkanian just landed
in Quantico.

He'll be charged with
Article 85: Desertion.

You two will be handling
the prosecution.

Who's on defense?

Captain Dobbins
is senior defense counsel

while I fill in for the colonel,

but my guess is Maya puts
her favorite lawyer on it.

Meaning she's taking it herself?

Relax. We're not going to Syria.

I didn't say we were.

In your mind you did.

You're thinking,
"My fiancé is in town,

this is no time for
a jaunt overseas."

The word "jaunt" has never
appeared in my thoughts,

and I don't know what
it's doing in yours.

And this is a desertion case.

It's going away.

Read Tarkanian's OQR.
He's a hero.

The commandant himself weighed
in on his MOH recommendation.

And even after
he abandoned his unit,

Tark fought for our allies.

Get up to speed.

Captain Dobbins,
you're representing

Lieutenant Zephyr Tarkanian.

How did you guess?

I secured him cammies,
got him cleaned up a bit.

What do you make of the case?

Tark's record is
obviously outstanding.

He eats hand grenades
for breakfast.

But I won't really know
until I hear his story.

He's waiting in the
conference room.

Sit in, see what
we're working with?

[sighs]
I'm acting jack--

Which means you can't
work defense. Got it.

I'm looking for advice,
not a co-counsel.

Okay.

♪ The alleys of hell

♪ Where we wonder

♪ What's eternal

♪ Now it begins

♪ The fate of the earth.

They let you keep your tablet?

I borrowed it from one
of your Marines, ma'am.

He heard about what I did.
He thinks I'm a hero.

I'm Captain Dobbins.
I'm your attorney.

Major Ferry is observing
as acting CO.

I drafted an opening statement.

Does it describe
what you've been up to

for the last six months?

Okay, first of all,

the Syrian red lines
imposed by the U.S. and the U.N.

were kid's swipes of pink chalk
on a sidewalk.

When I was a grunt L-T,

nobody wanted my opinion
of the Sunni Awakening.

I saw it all so clearly.

A century of greed-fueled lies
from the West,

Egypt, Iraq, Libya,

Saudi Arabia... It made sense.

We've all read the sheet music.

Why'd you leave your unit?

[sighs]

We were the only thing
that stood between

the village of Elmaleh
and complete annihilation.

My commanders weighed that on
some scale they kept hidden

in the officers' club,
and decided to abandon the city

wholesale to rape,

murder and,
I don't know,

who knows,
maybe even a chemical attack.

I chose to stand by
our company's mission.

A lieutenant decides for himself
what the company's mission is.

If that isn't 2019
in a nutshell.

I operated in theater
for six months.

I built relationships.

That place was going
to be wiped out.

You had intel.
Did you bring it to your CO?

The travel manifests were set.

He told me to get on
the freedom bird.

Some of us are built to fight.

We're on your side, Lieutenant.

Can you tell me where

my Medal of Honor
recommendation is in process?

We're tracking it.

Ma'am.

You worried, Lieutenant?

No.

I took a moral stand

from inside a morass
of incivility, death,

and destruction,
while others did nothing.

I stood tall for the humanity
and integrity of all men.

Defense clients are like family.
You rarely get to choose.

I didn't say that I won'tdo it.

I-I just need, like, three
months to get back in shape.

Well, everything looks

pretty squared away
from where I'm standing.

Well, thanks.

[phone buzzing]

Uh, you mind?
It's my acting CO.

I gotta do bedtime anyway.

[phone chiming]

I don't think I sat for more
than 20 minutes today.

Takes its toll on your back.

It takes its toll everywhere.

You can't fall asleep
here again tonight.

I know.
It's the kids.

One of them has a bad dream
and comes in, I...

I get it, Al...

If this turns into--

When we figure out
what we are...

if it's actually something,

then I'll-I'll talk to them.

To Danny, really.

Should we figure this out?

Someday.

Soon.

But tonight let's just
call it what we need.

Okay?

Uh...

Danny. Are-are you all right,
sweetheart?

I forgot my book down here.

Oh, it-it's a little late
for reading.

Go upstairs, okay?
I'll be right up.

Okay, Mom.

How long was she...

I don't-- I don't know.

You should probably...Yeah, of course. I-I'll go.

Captain Dobbins wants
to talk ASAP.

About what?
Deal's on the table.

We have an issue.BAILIFF: All rise for
Judge Holbrook.

HOLBROOK:
Good morning.

A friendly reminder that

I'm one who'll brook
no disorder in my court.

"Who'll brook." Holbrook.

Rapier wit, sir.

I find a new layer
every time I hear that one.

Sit.

We're here for the Article 32
hearing of Lieutenant Tarkanian

on an Article 85 charge:
Desertion During Wartime.

I hear from trial counsel
we might have a deal in--

Well, it appears
our young lieutenant

would like to break protocol.

Judge, sir, permission to speak?Enlighten us.

Against the advice of counsel,
I waive my Article 32 rights.

[concerned murmuring]

HOLBROOK:
[bangs gavel] Settle.

I suggest you reconsider.

That will end this hearing
and void your deal.

Trial counsel will use
unsworn reports and interviews.

I followed Dan Daly's dictum:

I chose not to live forever,
but to fight.

Save it for your court-martial.
You'll need it.

I assume you'd like to be
replaced by JAs

the accused might listen to?

I prefer to retain
my current counsel.

If that's the lieutenant's
preference, I'm game.

Strap in, then.

This'll be fun.[bangs gavel]

Remember when I said
we're not going to Syria?

Turns out I might have been...

Completely wrong? I noticed.

GLENN: Where is Adam? CAPTAIN MUNDT:
I have your information.

I'll call you the second
I know more.

Where is my son?!

Ma'am, we have people on this.

Colonel.
Nobody's talked to you?

Lieutenant, I've been--
Talked to me about what?

I have a friend
who assists in the OR.

They had an Adam "Trumbull"

booked into one
of the operating rooms.

Just give me a moment...Wait, wait...

Why was Adam
in an operating room?

Your son was scheduled
for a left leg AK amp.

A what?!Above the knee...

amputation.

I know what an AK amp is!

They told me he was dehydrated.I'll find you a surgeon.

♪

Your son sustained
a four-inch cut

on his left thigh
when he was captured.

I could have patched it up

in ten minutes.

His captors must have
cleaned the wound for a while,

but I understand they
moved him around quite a bit?

W-We think so.At some point,

they stopped
taking care of it.

Adam was septic
when he came in.

He developed gas gangrene
around the untreated area.

By the time he got here,
the sores were--

Saving the leg
wasn't an option.

Thank you for...
helping my son.

I want to see him.

He's stable, but he'll
be out for a while.

He's gonna come around, ma'am.

It's just a
question of when.

BARD:
I don't suppose

I can get you back here for...
let's say 30 minutes?

HARPER: 30?
Not super ambitious.

When you're hot to close
a negotiation,

come out of the gate
with a realistic proposal.

Now you're negotiating
against yourself.

Look at you.

Still feeling frisky?

Yeah, now more than ever.

If I offer

my unconditional surrender,

do you promise
to treat me humanely?

[sighs]: Oh, it sucks
we don't get the whole week.

No complaints here.

I'll take any amount of Harper
Li that happens to be available.

I love you.

Stay safe, okay?

It'll be fine.

The base is in Turkey.

So stay safe
and bring back a rug.

Okay.

♪ Yuruyorum sana dogru...♪

DYER:
Welcome to the edge of chaos.

The Syrian border's
a few klicks that way.

Used to be a beautiful country,
from what I hear.

MAYA:
Not so much these days?

Oh, we just call it
"The Bad Place."

I understand you're here
about Tark?

Correct. The way Lieutenant
Tarkanian tells it,

he spent
his unauthorized absence...

What was the phrase
he used, Lieutenant?

"Defying oppression and standing
up for basic human rights."

That's the way I heard it, too.

That's a pretty vague way
to account for your time.

We'd like to drill down
on specifics.

Well, talk to anyone you like.

But if you came here to
build a case against Tark,

you're gonna go home
disappointed.

My guys think he's the
second coming of Chesty.

We'll interview them
just the same.

But we'd really like
to find some of the rebels

Tark fought beside
after he deserted.

Allegedly deserted.
My client's a hero.

He can be a hero and a deserter.

Any thoughts
on where we might start?

Well, the rebels around Idlib
are hard to pin down.

They get supplies
from a Turkish Army unit.

Colonel Kavur's in command.

I can see if he's
willing to talk.

ABE:
Thank you, Captain.

Captain Dobbins and I
will sit down with your men.

Lieutenant Li,
stick with Captain Dyer

and see if you can
land us a sit-down

with this
Turkish colonel.

Got any lira on you?

No, sir. Why?

Bribe money.
Softens the landing.

DYER:
All right. Let me
know when you get

a 20.

Thank you, Simms.

That's my staff sergeant.
He's working on finding

Colonel Kavur's unit.Thank you, sir.

I got paperwork.
Do you mind if I... ?

Of course not. Can I help?

[quietly]:
Okay...

Hmm?

No. I can't take this.

[sighs]

Mama sent me a
six-pack last week.

Mm.

Tasty. Mama knows
her stone fruit.

200 years of prize-winning
peach farmers.

Hmm.

You got a family business?

Litigation.
My parents sue people.

Interesting. So you graduated
from Michigan? Cal?

You're in the ballpark.

So you graduated

from an unnamed law school,
and then joined the Corps

instead of the
family firm, huh?

How'd that go over?

Everyone says the right things.

But do they get it?

Mm, they see it like

I'm backpacking through Europe

after college.

Where'd you go to school?

Well, snobs say New Haven.
I say Yale.

But you didn't ride
Metro North to Wall Street

hours after graduation?

Legacy kid. Crap grades.

[phone beeps]

[quietly]:
Sorry.

It's my sergeant.

Colonel Kavur
says we can

see his unit in the morning.

One thing: they haven't rotated
back over the border yet.

They're holding down
a position in Idlib.

The Bad Place.

ALEX:
Seriously? You can do
the whole investigation

on base?Uh, we'll see what develops,

but, uh, yeah.
Looks that way.

[exhales]:
That's great.

I'll tell Danny.How is she? Can I talk to her?

Danny, come talk to Uncle Abe.

She can't talk right now.

Can't?

She's still confused, Abe.

Be safe, okay?[computer chimes]

You don't mind doing that?

Doing what?

We're driving
into a war tomorrow.

There are five countries
fighting in Idlib.

I thought it was six.

Lieutenant Li is asking

if you're comfortable
with the lie you just told.

I don't see the point
in making people worry.

What'd you say to Bard?

The same thing you did. I just
didn't feel good about it.

It gets easier.

I'll sleep in the chow hall.[soft laughter]

Who knew our Captain Abraham had

such delicate
sensibilities?Ooh.

Good night.

[laughter]♪ Goz gozu gormuyor hep pus♪

♪ Takipteler ses etme sus♪

♪ Bir vakit...♪

KAVUR:
My men understand, they must
answer your questions.

Thank you, Colonel Kavur.Most of my men

are from poor families.
They don't speak English.

My nephew Emek will translate.

Did you ever cross paths with
Lieutenant Tarkanian, Colonel?

Hmm. Well, there
were stories.

Rumors of a soldier
the men called

"The American Lion," but...
[chuckles softly]

...stories only.

When you resupplied the rebels,
there was no American there?

[speaking Turkish]

He says no.I got it.

Can we have the room?[Emek speaks Turkish]

Five hours of variations
on a theme.

It's almost like somebody
coached these guys.

Did you see
Colonel Kavur's wall?

There were
a bunch of empty spaces.

Someone took down the photos
they didn't want us to see.

Or they're having
the frames repaired.

Right, because small businesses
are thriving in Idlib.

They're blank spots on a wall.

You don't get to decide
what they mean.

This is going nowhere fast.

There's got to be
international charities

working in Idlib, right?

Sure. Oxfam's got an outpost
across town.

Red Crescent actually
distributes supplies from here.

They're due by later.

Well, we can't get
to both by sunset.

Are you comfortable with
divide and conquer, Captain?

I can spare a couple Humvees.

But you got to be
out of the city by nightfall.

I don't want you wandering
into an ambush.

Assuming she's up for a drive,

I'll take Captain Dobbins
across town.

Lieutenant,
wait here with Captain Dyer.

We'll hook up back at the FOB.

SIMMS:
Time's getting short, sir.
We need to move ASAP.

90 minutes of sun left.

My staff sergeant's
getting itchy.

No word from the Red Crescent?

No. It's about that time,
Lieutenant.

Meet me back at the Hummers
in five mikes.

SIMMS:
Where are you going, sir?

Quick recon mission, Simms.

DYER:
There.

Just saw a tree.
You happy, Staff Sergeant?

I'll be happy once I'm sitting
in front of some hot chow, sir.

There's hardly any trees
left in the cities.

Simms always figured we're as
good as home once he sees one.

Oh. Li.

Found you a few sweet treats.

Save them
for Quantico.

Thanks...?

Why are we slowing down,
Sergeant?

MARINE [over comms]:
Vehicles in the road, sir.

What's up, Marines?

We've got Syrian Army up ahead.

They have blindfolded civilians
lined up against a wall, sir.

Damn.

What do you want to do, sir?

[comms beeps]

Let's halt and have a look-see.

[indistinct chatter]

Three-man security
at the rear vic.

Grab Talley, Ximinez...RPG!

[screaming, shouting]

Move, move, move!

[indistinct shouting,
gunfire]

Fire and cover,
into the culvert!

SIMMS:
Looks like they're gonna
have to reschedule

the mass execution!

Ximinez,
where's our Angel of Death?

Sir, I can't get
close air support on comms.

That rifle don't bite, ma'am.

If you fire her, she kisses your
shoulder real sweet and gentle.

Ximinez, drop H.E. on them!

Gonna pop some
skulls, sir!

Caveman Eight, Caveman Eight,

this is Tricky Dick.
Do you read me?

Ma'am, you're missing high.

Really high.

Follow your tracers!

Caveman Eight,
we are under heavy fire.

[gasps]

MARINE:
Cap's down!

Head shot, head shot!

[grunts]

Your show.

You're next up, ma'am.

Chain of command.

Gnarlier beast.

We got bad guys
here and here.

We're stuck between that
outbuilding and an ass sandwich.

What do you want to do about it,
Staff Sergeant?

You live here, I flew in
yesterday. Make a proposal.

I suggest we fight
and maneuver to the building.

And enter it?

Hey diddle-diddle, right up
the middle and onto the roof.

Why are we standing here
when we have a plan?

Move, move, move!

TALLEY:
I'll pray for us all!

[bullets ricocheting]

Barricaded from the inside.

So here's our basic
dead end scenario.

The baddies are in our
laps in two minutes.

I hope you've brushed up on your
hand-to-hand combat, Lieutenant.

[monitor beeping steadily]

ADAM:
Colonel. You made it.

[laughs softly]

Lieutenant.

Of course I did.

How much did they take?
I keep forgetting.

Every time I wake up,
I'm outside that cave, running.

Above the knee.

[exhales]

I want back in the battle.

[chuckles]:
Of course you do.

My gunny still fights.

Metal plate for his skull.

Five TBIs.How's your pain?

The Dilaudid takes it away,

somewhere.

I asked to start PT ASAP,

and see a prosth...

prosthe...Prosthetist.

[chuckles]

As opposed to prosthe... tute?

[both laugh]

Uh, tomorrow.

Army dogs gave me some lame
Army excuse to make me wait.

First, we'll stabilize
your pain,

and then we're gonna
get you back stateside.

My unit's still deployed.

I-I'm not heading home.

I'm going back.

Ma'am. Lieutenant.

GLENN:
I, uh, met

Lieutenant Goodacre on the
hop. He's been helping me.

I heard you like a certain
crunchy peanut butter.Ah!

The night nurses
ixnayed my request.

I'm your right-now nurse.

Thanks.

When can you get me out of here?

Colonel Turnbull has been

totally sandbagging me.

I need to get back to my men.

I-I got a five month old

in the peds ICU

who did a header
out of his mom's arms

onto the concrete floor
of a Biergarten.

Thank you, Lieutenant,

for your assistance.

And your perspective.

Adam,

I'm with you.

I'm right here.

Wherever it takes us.

What do you need,
Staff Sergeant?The roof.

But the universe only takes,
it never gives.

Build a human ladder
up the wall.

SIMMS:
Got you.

I love this view.

XIMINEZ:
Bad guys standing around like
turkeys in Granny's backyard.

TALLEY:
TV dinner.

Join the party, Lieutenant.

[panting]

Breathe.

Relax.

Aim.

Stop.

Squeeze.

[gun firing]

[panting]

[gunfire stops]

[shouting in distance]

Lieutenant Li,

you just improvised and adapted
us right out of our coffins.

Thank you, ma'am.

["Indestructible" by Disturbed
playing]

♪ Another mission,
the powers have called me away ♪

♪ Another time
to carry the colors again ♪

♪ My motivation

♪ An oath I've sworn to defend

♪ To win the honor
of coming back home again... ♪

ABE:
Lieutenant.

Harper.

You good?

When you're ready to talk...

Are you gonna offer a deal?

In the Tark case?

Everyone knows he deserted.

The question is,
can we get a panel to convict?

He's a bona fide hero.

We came here to find evidence

to counter that narrative.

We came up
empty, so...

This could have
gone away days ago.

Instead, three Marines are dead,
all because Tark wants

to stand on a soapbox
and lecture the world.

There's no deal.

Copy that, sir.

I'll get you a rough pass
at an opening statement.

I want you to sit this one out.

Is Staff Sergeant Simms
getting time off?

Ximinez, Talley?

They don't need
to dress up and sit there

in court like the whole world

didn't just
rearrange itself.

Respectfully, sir: I'm a Marine.

I have a job.

If you're concerned about me,
you'll let me do it.

Our opening should be direct.

The facts work for us,
so get them out there

and let them stand.

Leave the verbal bouquets
to the defense.

SIMMS:
RPG!

Caveman Eight,
we are under heavy fire.

[gasps]

[gunfire echoing]

ABE:
Harper.

Harper, your show.

You were going to handle
the cross on Hollingsworth?

Right. Right, sure.

You okay? You haven't said much
since opening statements.

I'm fine, I just got distracted.

You know what?
I'll take this one.

Take a beat, Lieutenant.
Just pull your notes, okay?

I don't have all the names
and dates in my head.

Is the government going
to question its witness?

One second, Your Honor.MAYA:
If the government

hasn't bothered to prepare for
this witness, we should move on.

Would you state your name
and rank for the record?

Gunnery Sergeant
Raymond Hollingsworth, sir.

And you served
with the defendant,

Lieutenant Zephyr Tarkanian?

HOLLINGSWORTH:
Yes, sir.

Is it true that your platoon
held a position

in the town of Elmaleh, Syria,
until the morning of...

I can't find them.

I heard you got
massacred today.

Lick 'em tomorrow, though.

You sure about that?Not even remotely.

Harper struggled, huh?

She was fine.

She struggled, Abe.This is what Harper wants.

Well, maybe she's not as ready
to work as she thinks she is.

She'll be fine, Trey.
This is what we do.

We put the bad stuff in a box,

and we just keep on going.

A Marine is always gonna want
to get back in the fight.

As to whether or not

that fight is worth it
in the first place,

that's on the
people in charge.

You got a bad hand
with this case, Abe.

And there's plenty of work for
Lieutenant Li to do around here.

I'd just rather
it didn't involve

standing her up
in court just yet.

I'll call Maya
in the morning.

You going home?

Where else would I go?

I don't know.

Seems that you've been going
to see Alex Hunt lately.

You know, to help out.

I think
that might be petering out.

I don't know
if Alex needs my help anymore.

Sorry to hear that.

Abe.

Whatever you had there,

whatever it became,
the people that matter?

We won't judge you.

It was nice to see you happy.

[knock at door]

♪ We feel nothing...

Rami.

I hope it's not too late.

I'm still on some staff
lists. The crew chief

of the hop you took home
from Turkey contacted me.

Apparently you left
this on the plane.

I've been looking everywhere
for that. Thank you.

Come on in.

I was just about to go
for a run.

I-I didn't know
you like, um...

Is that metal?

[chuckles] I guess.[music stops playing]

I heard it overseas.

This, uh, staff sergeant

was playing it in the Humvee
right before we got...

You heard what happened.

I'm good. I swear.

Glad to hear it.

I'm not surprised.

I mean, I was a step behind
in court today.

And I can't wind down, so...

going for a run at 2100.

We miss you, Rami.

How's the new gig?

It's fine. Good.

Do you...

do you-do you feel different?

They say everything's different

after you're in combat.

I-I always wondered
if that's true.

I can't tell.

It was loud.

I was scared at first.

And then it was like...

I was watching myself be scared.

You just do the next thing
you're supposed to do.

You really okay?

If there's anything I can do...

I really think I am.

Bard's coming back
this weekend. We're going away.

[elevator bell dings]

HARPER:
Captain!

Lieutenant Li, I thought I
ordered you to stand down.

Just look.
Captain Dyer gave this to me

right before that firefight.

He said they were sweet treats.

Are these all pictures
of Tarkanian?

Before we left
that Turkish outpost in Idlib,

Captain Dyer split

from the platoon
for a few minutes.

He must have gone back

to meet that kid, uh, Emek.

He got his hands
on the photos they took down.

I'm not sure if this
changes anything, Harper.

We already know that Tarkanian
was with the Syrian rebels.

There are dozens
of rebel militias, sir.

Look at this.

That is Adnan Elbaz.

He's the commander of
the Messengers of God Brigade.

Elbaz's militia overran
a post office near Idlib

that the Syrian Army
was using as a comms outpost.

According to several eyewitness
reports, they lined up

the soldiers they captured
along the wall of the building

and killed
every single one of them.

We withdrew our support

for the Messengers
of God Brigade after that.

We asked the Turks
to do the same.

Well, looks like
they ignored us.

That building?

That's the post office
where it happened.

The militia
only held it for a day.

If Lieutenant Tarkanian

posed for that picture...

He fought in a battle
that ended in a massacre.

Tark committed war crimes.

Nice work.

MAYA:
That's why you wanted a recess?

You fought with
the Messengers of God Brigade

on the day they executed

14 Syrian soldiers.

I...Don't say anything.

We're well into Lieutenant
Tarkanian's court-martial.

You'll never get these pictures
into evidence.

We know that.And even if you did,

the photos themselves
are not evidence of any crime.

We're dropping the charges.

Excuse me?You're what?

Well, it's the only play
we got left.

You want

a public forum to preach the
Gospel according to Tark.

We're not giving it to you.

This is what you did
when you deserted.

I doubt you murdered

anyone yourself,
but you helped the militia

overrun that post office.

You thought

you could pick and choose
your own missions,

and this is where you wound up.

One day around dusk,

Ghouta...Lieutenant, you don't need
to explain yourself.

Right after a bomb impact,

I found a boy wandering
in the street.

He must have been two.

His face was blue,

and my first thought
was toxic inhalation,

maybe ammonia or chlorine.

He started spitting sand.

He was choking on sand.

How do you Heimlich
10,000 tiny obstructions?

I held him by his feet,

I dangled him above my head,

and with my fingers,
I removed...

I dug sand out of his mouth
and his throat.

And he lived.

Everything's bad there.

You can't avoid it,
float above it.

You just...
do good where you can.

That's exactly what
William Dyer was doing.

He died because

you wouldn't make a deal.

A slap on the wrist
and the Medal of Honor

weren't good enough for
you, so three Marines died

on a road outside of Idlib.

All these people gone

just so you could
make some point.

Find somewhere else to do it.

[knock at door]

Hey.

Sorry, I didn't mean
to ambush you.

No, it's-it's okay.

I'm making dinner.

We haven't really talked
since I got back.

I don't know if that's
how you want it.

This is bigger than
just what I want.

I guess I've been
trying to figure out

how to say that.I get it.

I have kids.

One of them's
still trying to...

get used to the fact
that her dad's gone.

I-I can't make that harder

for her.Would it help
if I talked to her?

She just needs you
to... be here.

She needs jokes.

She needs help
with her homework.

She needs...

to know that you'll be around.

That's too much to
ask. I know it is.

That's why I've been
ducking this conversation.

Why is it too much to ask?

Because we should have
time to figure this out.

That's-that's not
the way it happened.

So I understand

if you... want space.

I don't.

I want dinner.

[chuckles softly]

I got something for you.

It's an invitation to
Lieutenant Tarkanian's

Medal of Honor ceremony.

You and I were each invited,

but Glen-One-N left
both on my desk.

Did you RSVP?

Unable to attend.

Good night, Maya.

GLENN:
You'll be at Walter Reed

for at least a couple of days,
but we are gonna get you home

as soon as we can.

Copy that, ma'am.

And they want you
to start PT right away.

We're getting you set
up with a prosthetist.

[laughs]They say he's the
best in the country.

Great. I'll return to 2/7
in six months.

Golf Company. Third Herd.

It's, um...

it's gonna be a-a minimum
of 12 months

before the Marine Corps...I get it.

Coming around
to the way things are.

Lots to figure out.

Huh?
We'll get there, L-T.

Mom?

Um... I'm gonna be right back.

[door unlocks]

Hey.

Hi.

I-I should have told you.

I knew we were going
somewhere dangerous. I lied.

It's okay, all right?
Don't worry about it.

That's a bit formal for a
drive to Loudoun County.

I can't leave this morning.

What's going on?

There's a funeral at Arlington.

I need to go.

I haven't told you much
about what happened in Syria.

Captain Dyer.

He's being buried today.

He died in my lap.

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