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"FORBIDDEN. NO ENTRY!"

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[nuclear scientist] The launch
vehicle test was a setback,

but we have
identified the issue,

a simple manufacturing defect.

Once the components
are reengineered,

the project can proceed
on schedule.

- How long?
- Six weeks,

no more.

I apologize, sir.
We need more time.

Yes, yes, of course.

You must take
all the time you need.

Best to be precise
in this line of work,

is it not?

Your government is very proud
of the work you are doing.

This has not been
an easy assignment,

and you have proven
more than capable.

- Thank you, everyone.
- [scientists speak quietly]

We live in complicated times.

Is there a problem?

The old ways are dying, Luka.

The leader of our great Republic
humiliated on the world stage,

met without rebuke.

- We've lost our nerve.
- Yes, sir.

- You have children?
- No.

When you do,
you will understand.

Sacrifices must be made,

or we will be
as expendable as they are.

- Sokol?
- It's become a noose

around our necks.

Too dangerous to be
allowed to continue.

You will take care of this,
won't you, Luka?

Yes, sir.

[engine starts]

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Egorov!

Lebedev!

Yes, sir.

[Luka] The general
has given orders.

Sokol is over.

It is to be shut down.

Completely.

Excuse me, sir.
Are you saying...

You know what he's saying.

Yes, sir.

Most completely,
Sergeant Lebedev.

Yes, sir.

Let's go!

[quiet chatter]

Move!

Go!

- [rapid gunfire]
- [men screaming]

[horns honking]

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[Braeden over comms] You're up.

- [Jack] How far out is she?
- Five minutes.

Don't stay out too late,

- dear.
- [horn honks]

[speaking Italian] Twenty-three.

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[quiet chatter]

[camera clicking]

Fire bird has landed.

She's got company.

[busy chatter]

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[scanner beeps]

[conversing in Italian]

Hello.

[conversing in Italian]

Ambassador,
a pleasure to see you,

and thank you so much
for everything.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- [chatter, laughter]
- [music playing in distance]

Minister.

Zoya.

Jack.

You're investigating
the Sokol Project, yes?

Yes.

Sokol was founded
during the fall of the USSR

to develop a small-yield
battlefield nuclear weapon

invisible to all radar,
undetectable.

You can imagine

the repercussions
of such technology.

Well, they were trying
to start a war.

Well...

now the program's
been reactivated,

and they seem to have
finally developed a weapon.

Where is it?

All I know is that
they're moving it.

Where are you getting
your information from?

Let's just say it's someone
who shares your concern.

[speaks Russian]

My apologies.

For what?

[speaking Russian] The fuck
do I pay you for?

So you can let any asshole
in off the street?

Fucking mama's boys can't wipe
your own asses!

[guards speaking Russian]

[grunts, sighs]

[Greer] Was getting kicked out
part of the plan?

It was, actually.
Fastest way out.

Was getting thrown out on
your ass part of the plan, too?

- [Jack] Unbelievable.
- [laughs]

I see you took the early flight.

Oh, yeah.
I wasn't gonna miss this shit.

- [groans]
- How'd it go?

Not great.

- Project's active?
- Way worse than that.

The weapon's been built.

Fuck.

[horns honking]

If NATO is really
moving missiles

into the Czech Republic,
we must respond.

Is this the defense minister's
opinion or yours?

Minister Popov and I
are in agreement on this.

He's already on his way
to Prague

to meet with
the Czech president.

I'll be joining him there.

Those antiaircraft missiles
don't pose a serious threat.

No, but the message
they send does.

It is a bargaining chip.

President Kovac
wants something from us.

That is why she leaked the
information before the summit.

And what does she want?

You would have to ask her.

And play her game?

I suggest we move troops

into the region
and show the Czechs

that hostility
will be met with force.

What do we know
about President Kovac?

She's pragmatic,

which shows
she can be persuaded.

And what do you recommend?

I provide intelligence.

I'm not a politician.

Which is why I'm asking you.

I will keep our enemies close.

Easier to slip in the knife,
if necessary.

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[church bell tolling]

What do I need to know
about Popov?

This will be his first visit

since you were
elected president.

Before he was made
Russian minister of defense,

Dmitry Popov served
in Ukraine and Afghanistan.

Held the position of Marshall
of the Russian Federation.

I know his résumé.
What about the man?

Old-school Russian hardliner,
soaked in vodka,

and a black belt chauvinist.

He's not a man comfortable
with powerful women.

What man is?

[engines start]

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Make sure we have reporters
at the castle.

From Mladá front a, Blesk,
Právo, all the outlets.

Madam, Russians requested
no media presence.

A lot of reporters, David.

Will do.

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Mm. LeLe.

Radek.

Alert as always.

[Radek] Yes, sir.

Away with you now.
Enough lurking.

[sighs]

Are they biting?

Not today. They know I'm hungry.

It's no coincidence
that Popov's visit comes

as NATO has asked to put
missiles in our country.

The Russians view the move
as bold aggression.

I come here to relax,

sit with my dad,
not talk politics.

Oh, you never cast a line
without something on your mind.

What was our internal polling
on NATO?

The cities and universities
are supportive,

but the rural areas
view it with suspicion.

Half view you as deep
in the pocket of NATO,

the other half see you as
a Russian puppet gone soft.

You are caught between
two worlds, LeLe.

The next days with Popov
will be fraught,

a high-wire act.

One thing is certain.

They will underestimate you.

I'm counting on it.

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[speaks quietly]

[Jack] Good morning.

- Rough night?
- [chuckles]

No, actually. As rough nights
go, I've had worse.

Productive.

We got the most concrete
evidence we've had in years.

Did I ever tell you about
my first job with the Agency?

[Jack] I don't think
you have, no.

[Wright] Started out in

the Directorate
of Support, actually.

Nearly went blind
reading cables,

studying after-action reports,
requisitions,

anything I could
get my hands on.

Oh, that sounds... thrilling.

No, it was actually how I
learned every facet of our work,

just through
reading documentation.

I never received an action
report for your meet last night.

You went solo?

No, I had Braeden on recon.

It was public. Easy.

Okay.

I've never really
liked heroes, Jack.

They tend to think more
of their actions

than they do the repercussions.

Yes, ma'am.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[keypad beeps]

Hey. I could use your help.

- You need a cell phone?
- Nope. I just need to know what's on that card.

It's probably
a Java card platform.

- Probably.
- Looks like a GSM.

Where'd you get it?

From the bad guys.

Cool. Um...

Well, well, well.

It's an encrypted app
with a triple redundancy

and a single-source
send and receive.

In layman's terms...

It's another way to send
tracking information.

What's the location?

Uh, right now? Nothing.

- What do you mean nothing?
- Well, it's Crimean Peninsula,

- but there's nothing pinpointed yet.
- Yet?

Well, I-I-I once heard about a
guy who used a program like this

to send hotel locations
to his girlfriend.

- Mm-hmm.
- But his wife was a computer scientist at NYU.

Nailed his ass.

Wait, are you saying that
whosever on the other end

of this is gonna drop a pin that
only that SIM card can read?

- Yeah.
- Now I'm gonna need a phone.

Well, you're in luck.

- Welcome to Burners 'R' Us.
- Oh.

This one feels lucky.

[keypad beeps]

- [busy chatter]
- [phones ringing]

[beeps]

[mouse clicking]

[Jack] During the Cold War,

a small group
of hardline Russians

formed a plan
to preserve the USSR.

They called it
the Sokol Project.

Now, that name actually
comes directly from

a Russian war game called
Sem' dney do reki Reyn,

or "Seven Days to the Rhine."

Now, that plan

was based on
a small wars doctrine.

You sow unrest inside
your Eastern Bloc neighbors

through assassinations
and misinformation

in order to destabilize
those governments.

Then,

use a limited nuclear strike
to create chaos,

that would allow
for a land invasion

into these countries,
otherwise known as the Rhine.

The goal was to hold and expand
the USSR's borders.

To pull this off,
they needed to engineer

a nuclear weapon to be used

without attribution,
and they did,

code name Sokol, or "Falcon."

At the time, the technology
was too advanced,

and the weapon was never made,

so the project was shuttered,
or so we thought.

Until last night, I have
confirmation from an asset

that the Sokol Project
is active.

The weapon has been built,
and it is on the move.

- Confirmed by who?
- [Greer] Zoya Ivanova,

a minister-counsellor
with the Russian Embassy, Rome.

SVR connections.

I've crossed paths with her

during my time
at Moscow Station.

[Jack] We believe that
she has delivered to us

a mapping program
that will locate

the actual nuclear material
they intend to use

inside the new Sokol missile.

Thesis?

I mean, best-case scenario,
they've built a weapon

that we can locate and destroy.

Worst case, they've already

started the implementation
of Seven Days to the Rhine,

in which case,

we can all expect
a lot of dominoes to fall,

leading to what they hope to be
a new world conflict.

Where does Zoya's
intel originate?

That, I'm still trying to track.

[Greer] Zoya was trained
as a swallow,

so she still has contacts
inside that organization.

She is a... [chuckles]

Notorious self-serving
bullshitter,

but when she isn't lying,
she has good intel.

Problem is, swallows
are almost always lying.

[Jack] No.

She's not lying. She's scared.

Where is this weapon?

The map says Crimea, although,

a pin hasn't actually
been dropped yet.

And what if one is?

Well, when a pin is dropped,
I think it would be

irresponsible, if not negligent,
to ignore it.

Meaning?

Meaning, if confirmed,
I would expect a SOG team

to be sent in
to deal with it immediately.

First, the U.S. can't officially
go anywhere near Crimea.

Russia is already screaming

NATO aggression, and we
don't have any wiggle room

- to make a mistake in that theater. Second...
- Uh...

...you have a thesis,
but it's not proven out.

If something concrete
comes out of Zoya's SIM card,

we assess.
If not, we move on.

Good to see you, James.

[door opens]

[door closes]

I see Elizabeth is still
busting your ass.

I'm starting to think it's
her favorite part of the day.

[chuckles] Be careful
with that one.

She's smooth, but...

she keeps her knives sharp.

[siren wailing]

[reporters clamoring]

[cameras clicking]

[Dmitry] As long as
we are all friends here,

I'd like to know your intentions
regarding NATO

and their desire
to use your country

as yet another launching station
for their missiles.

It's true that NATO has offered

to outfit our Czech base
with surface-to-air missiles.

An offer I am considering.

But...

an offer I will refuse

or postpone

if the minister
and his government

would agree to cease all
further incursions into Ukraine.

Incursions that
destabilize the region

far more than a few missiles,

and ones that cause Czechs
to feel the need

for NATO protection.

[crowd murmuring]

We need a moment.

Sure.

A bold offer and ask.

And made publicly.

Quite the ambush.

It was my understanding
today was for discussion,

the football match tomorrow
was the photo op.

I should have been advised
there would be journalists here.

You could've just sat
and smiled for the cameras.

You chose not to.

Tread lightly,

Madam President.

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[TV announcer
speaking foreign language]

[music playing over speakers]

So...

how long are you
going to give it?

I gave up on him a while ago.

Well...

it's his loss.

I was going to surprise him.

I bought tickets
to the Russia match. [Scoffs]

Sounds like you need
someone to go with.

[horns honking]

Huh?

Not a chance, slick.
New valve, new rules.

Ah, rules.

- Is that why you're looking so good?
- Damn right.

Gave up booze, bread, dairy,
even took up meditation.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

How's that work?

So, for every pound you lose,
you get another gray hair?

- Oh, fuck you.
- Ah, meditation's working.

Give me one.

- [laughs]
- Damn it.

You know, there's a chance
she could be fucking with us.

Zoya?

No.

Why would she go through
all that trouble?

Embarrass the Agency.

You know,
burn through our resources,

- send us on a wild-goose chase.
- Or I'm right.

And if they're building
a new weapon,

then that justifies
the risk, right?

Does me good to see
that you took so naturally

to the field as a case officer.

No. I don't accept
this new Greer.

All right?

Take a look around.
Look at your eye twitching.

- You want in the field so bad.
- [laughs]

No, no, no.

Those days are over.

Ah, you know, I'm just gonna
keep my head down.

- Yup.
- You know, nice and easy, cozy

in my office,
earn out and retire.

All wisdom comes from memory.

Did you just quote Aeschylus?

'Cause I'm gonna be really
honest with you right now, okay?

I'm cool with the dieting.
I'm cool with the meditation.

You start quoting philosophy,
I have to worry.

No. You can't cheers with water.

[horns honking in distance]

[siren wailing in distance]

[phone chimes]

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Director Miller, Chief of
Station Rome is on the line.

She says it's urgent.

You'll have to excuse me.

You pulled me out of
an NSA meeting, Elizabeth.

This better be important.

[Wright] We're talking
a potential nuclear weapon.

- It qualifies.
- I read the report.

- It's a dead end.
- Hear it out.

Jack.

Sir, we've received intel

that a cargo ship built
for refrigerated transport

left the port of
Sevastopol, Crimea yesterday.

We believe that
in the hold of that ship

there is nuclear material,

but we'd have to get
on board to confirm.

Is this based on the information
you received from Zoya Ivanova?

It is.

Former SVR agents don't
often prove out legitimate.

Sounds like white noise.

Well, in all my research,
it turns out that everything

she's provided is true.

Look, the ocean's the Wild West,
and the Russians know it.

If they were going to move
a nuclear weapon,

a cargo vessel would be
the way to do it.

It's not exactly novel thinking.

[Wright] Sir, how would

history view us if we knew
about a sophisticated weapon

being moved and did nothing
to interdict?

[sighs]

Use a four-man team,
SOG, sheep-dipped, recon only.

You find anything,
JSOC takes over.

- Yes, sir.
- See it, confirm it,

- and get the fuck off, Jack.
- [beeps]

Looks like you're a go.

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Dr. Ryan, welcome aboard.

Oh, I appreciate the lift.

Do you also appreciate

what a pain in my ass
this whole operation is?

Yes, sir, I do.

Well, then we'll
get along just fine.

Launch is at 2000 sharp.

You'll have no contact with us
after you've left.

Understood.

Only way all this stays quiet
is if you do.

All of what?

That's good.

Greer said
you had a brain on you.

Aw. I didn't even know he cared.

He also said your guts got him
in a world of bullshit.

This op based on
something like that?

Something like that.

- Best of luck, Doc.
- [hands clasp]

[indistinct P.A. announcements]

Hey. McAuliffe.

- Ryan.
- You clean?

- No I.D.s, no insignia?
- No, I'm good.

Let's roll out!

[indistinct P.A. announcements]

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I have eyes on the minister
and his entourage.

Popov is still in the hotel,

but his plane is being prepped
at Havel Airport.

Looks like he might be leaving.

I pushed him into a corner.

Made him an offer publicly
he can't ignore.

Then let him leave.

They control the spigot
to our entire energy supply.

Turn it off,

and the Czech Republic
will grind to a halt.

I need a bottle of vodka
sent to the minister's hotel.

Make sure it's
the brand name Soyuznik.

It's Russian for "ally."

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[indistinct chatter in distance]

[engine chugging]

[engine chugging]

[whispers] Go.

[door opens, closes]

Clear!

Looking for two digits! 6-B!

[Lawner] 6-B.

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Got it!

[Lawner] Clear.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Don't shoot! Please! Please!

- Don't shoot. Don't shoot.
- [Jack] Get him up.

- I got him.
- You're American?

- You're Americans!
- Listen to me!

- Who are you?
- Y-Yuri Bashkin. I-I want U.S. asylum.

What were you doing in the box?

I'm a scientist.
I-I had to leave Russia.

- A scientist? Scientist?
- Yes.

- We got to go.
- Sokol?

Yeah, Sokol, yes, yes.
I help built it.

- [Lawner] We got to go.
- I was told the Americans would pick me up.

- [Lawner] We got to go now!
- Go. I got him. I got him.

I got him. Go.

Move.

Let's go.

Last man.

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Move.

[indistinct shouting]

[gunfire continues]

[shouts indistinctly]

[phone rings]

Jack, was the package in house?

[Jack] No nuke.

The package was a man.

[Wright] A what?

His name's Yuri Bashkin.

A Russian scientist
on the current Sokol Project.

He just confirmed
there is a weapon.

Is he talking location?

No, but he was told

that the Americans
would pick him up

before the ship made Greece.

This is confirmation
of all our intel.

Someone has sent him to us
for a reason.

[Wright] Your S.R. operation
is now an extraction

of a Russian asset?

There's no way we get
the green light on that.

If you pass this
up the ladder to Miller,

he's either gonna blow it out
or play wait and see.

Either way, this asset
goes dark, and the trail ends.

We'll send coordinates for
a drop on the coast of Greece.

Transpo will be waiting
on the beach

to take you to
a safe house. Jack,

I need you to play this
by the book.

[phone beeps]

Jesus. Two PhDs
in nuclear physics,

the lead researcher
of a Russian energy collective,

and then
they made him a colonel.

They've been grooming this guy
since junior high

to work a black-box
nuke program.

It's better to ask forgiveness
than permission.

- Well, your ass isn't in the chair, is it?
- Oh, come on.

Your boy is carrying an open
flame into a part of the world

that's already a powder keg,

so all I need to know
from you is whether or not

- he's good enough.
- He's the right man for this.

You two are close.

Been through a lot together?

- Yeah.
- It's funny.

In his transfer order, he didn't
list you as a reference.

Why is that?

Two major operations
working closely together,

his senior officer.

It seems odd.

He's a bristly motherfucker

when it comes
to me being his boss.

It doesn't change the fact
that he's onto something,

and you know it.

He better be.

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- Thanks for the ride.
- Thanks for the party.

- Call anytime.
- I just might.

These men, they are your people?

Yes. Calm down.

- Elias.
- Jack.

Let's go.

Wait.

I need to know what you know.

You said you were scared
for your life. Why?

I ask too many questions.

How long have you been
working on Sokol?

Four years.

I was told we were
building an enrichment...

How do you say... facility.

But then my duties
and my focus changed.

Do you know how
they're gonna use it?

Nyet. No.
My work was only payload.

Sokol is-is not high-yield.

It's small, only three megatons.

Jesus Christ.

Is it invisible to radar?

Yuri, is it invisible?

Part of the team,
they're working

on reflection emission
and infrared, yes.

All right, you said
you asked too many questions.

What kind of questions?

Are you familiar
with a Russian war plan

- called Sem' dney do reki Reyn?
- Seven Days, yes.

Those kind.

Yuri, you don't understand.

They're gonna want
more than that.

No more talk
until I have asylum.

Let's go.

[vehicle approaching]

Get down!

[gunfire]

[grunts]

Yuri, move!

[gunfire]

Ready? Move!

[gunfire]

Go! Go! Go! Go!

[gunfire continues]

Tight on me.

Move!

Run!

Get in! Get in! Get in!

[engine starts]

[Wright] Where are you?

They're dead. They're all dead.

The entire team.

Where am I going?

Can you make it
to 524 Zinonos Street in Athens?

Get there, and we'll talk.

Hold on.

[tires squealing]

- Watch out!
- [truck horn honking]

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[engines starting]

[indistinct chatter]

[chanting indistinctly]

[car door opens]

Thank you for the vodka.
An elegant choice.

And an apology of sorts.

A truce of sorts.

We'll see how long it lasts.

The game may reignite
our animosities.

Czechs and Russians
love their countries

almost as much
as they love their teams.

Perhaps that's why we argue.

I want to make sure
you pay up when you lose.

I appreciate your optimism,

but that money will be mine.

Good luck.

It's the VIP parking right here.

[cheering in distance]

Great parking spot.

Look. You can see
the players' tunnel from here.

I know.

[buzzing]

Are you ready?

Yes.

For a small country,
you have quite a team.

And passionate supporters,
it seems.

That's the fate of our republic:

To be a small,
proud country caught

between two vast powers.

Ah, yes, the Americans.

You know, I was
at the Olympics in 1980.

A young hockey fan
full of patriotic vigor.

What a game it was.

I may be young, but
I'm well aware of that match

and its outcome.

[loud cheering]

Who did the Americans defeat
before they get to us?

The Czechs.

Why we must stay close, no?

[cheering]

I decided to bring your proposal
to the Kremlin.

I make no promises, of course.

Thank you.

[silenced gunshot]

[crowd gasping]

[indistinct chatter]

[engine starts]

[tires squealing]

- Shooter!
- [gasps]

Police! Put your gun down!

[horns honking]

[tires squealing]

- Shit.
- What? What is it?

Is that them?

- Hang on.
- [honks horn]

[tires squealing]

- Who sent you?
- I cannot tell you that.

Yuri, someone sent you
to us for a reason.

Who is it?

- [horn honking]
- [tires squealing]

Yuri, who wants you dead?

- Asylum.
- I'm the only chance you got.

- Sokol. How high up does it go?
- Asylum.

[tires squealing]

[crowd chatter]

[tires squealing]

Hold on.

[screaming]

[engines revving]

[tires squealing]

- What are you doing?
- Improvising.

[tires squealing]

[siren wailing]

[man speaking Greek over radio]

Yuri, hang on.

[Yuri] Watch out.

[tires screech]

[horns honking]

Get out.

- What?
- Get out of the car.

[horns honking]

- [gunshot]
- [Yuri groans]

[Yuri groaning]

[panting]

Come on, sit.

- Easy, easy.
- Ow!

Breathe. You have
to breathe. Breathe.

[speaking Greek]

Go.

[speaks Greek]

Run. Run.

- [groaning]
- [clattering]

[Konstantin] Who helped you
to leave Russia?

[Yuri panting]

They want to know
how much you told him.

Talk.

[Yuri] Fuck you, traitor.

- [gunshot]
- [door bangs open]

[gunfire]

[grunting]

[gunfire]

[indistinct radio transmission]

[crowd chatter]

[playing soft tune]

[indistinct chatter]

[sirens wailing]

[Petr] You're bleeding.

[groans]

It's not mine.

How the hell did this happen?

Stop it.

[David] Madam President,
the calls are coming in

from foreign leaders,

including presidents
of France, Germany,

the U.S.,
and the Russian prime minister.

- Get me the Russian PM.
- All right.

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[indistinct chatter]

[beeping]

Incoming call via Ops Center.

It's Ryan.

[phone beeps]

Where are you?

I lost Yuri. They killed him.

There's something else, Jack.

Dmitry Popov is dead.

What?

The defense minister?

Assassination.

Soccer arena in Czech Republic.

Jesus Christ.

It's started.

Seven Days.

The assassination
would be the first domino.

The Sokol nuke will be the last.

Are you at the safe house?

No.

Why?

What are you doing, Jack?

Why don't you tell me?

The official line out
of the Greek government

is that you entered
the country illegally

to eliminate a Russian national
and, in the process,

killed one of their own.

Holy shit.

You're looking for a fall guy.

What do you mean?

Ask her.

What the hell did you do?

Jack, if you don't come in,

you will be recalled,
your embassy cover withdrawn.

That means
no diplomatic immunity.

You will be on your own.

Someone reached out to me
directly,

which means whoever that is
knows that I'm right.

You bring me in now,
we lose all communication

and we're in the dark.

Let me make this more clear.
If you run,

this is going
to get much worse for you.

Jack, listen to me. Don't do it.

[speaks Arabic]

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Miller told you to burn Jack?

He left it to me.
I made a choice.

Jack was a resource.
Now he's a liability.

What the hell
did you just say to him?

"Shelter in paradise."

[indistinct chatter]

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