All language subtitles for Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - 09x11

STEVE:
Previously on Hawaii Five-O...

JOE: Where the hell have you been?
You're in danger.

STEVE: I just figured that out.

JOE: I take it someone
just paid you a visit.

Someone's trying to take out
the Morocco team.

They're using professional
hitters to do it.

STEVE: I know it was you, Greer.

It had to be.
Nobody else knew about it.

It was a black op.

You can't outrun
these people forever.

- Who paid for these hits?
- Someone who doesn't like you, Steve.

TANI: Good news. We found
your hitter from this morning.

He gave us the name of
a lawyer from Denmark

who set everything up
for his very rich client.

What's his name?

We ID'd that client.
His name is Omar Hassan.

Omar Hassan is the son
of the high-value target

we took out on that operation
in Rabat, 2002.

He's about ten years old now.

- Greer escaped.
- What?

Adam's with the California
authorities now.

They're trying to find her.

JOE: Steve, Steve.

I couldn't be prouder

of the man you've become.

We're gonna get him, Joe.
You know that, right?

Of that I have no doubt.

(birds chirping)

(vehicle approaching)

(car door closes)

Hey.

Hay is, uh, for horses.

You didn't need to come out here.

Oh, no. No, I did, you see,

because, uh, that's
what family does.

That's, uh,

that's some real wisdom, Danny.

Well, I g... I got that
from you, you know?

When my brother died,
you wouldn't leave me alone.

Big pain in the ass, so...

I'm glad to see you.

So, what do you say?
It's been over a month.

Ready to come home now or what?
(door opens)

(door closes) Uh-huh.

Hey.

I didn't, ah, you know,
I didn't mean to interrupt.

What exactly did you, uh,
think you were interrupting?

I don't know.

The, uh, grieving process?

That's not what this is.

DANNY: Well, I liked it better
when I thought you two

were playing house. Who's that?

This is Gregers Thomsen.
He's Omar Hassan's lawyer.

Huh.

If you say so.
I mean, it looks to me

like his mother
couldn't recognize him.

STEVE: It was Greer who gave up

the name of the
SEALs on the mission

that killed Hassan's father in '02.

(clatters)

But it was Gregers here
who executed Hassan's plan.

Isn't that right, Gregers?

CATHERINE: He hired the hitters

who murdered the team.

(quietly): Including Joe.

You're just in time, Danny.

Gregers was, uh, just about
to tell us Hassan's location.

Isn't that right?

Yeah. Doesn't-doesn't seem to me
like he's gonna talk.

That's okay.
I'm not done with him yet.

[Hawaii Five-O theme song plays]

♪ Hawaii Five-O 9x11 ♪ Hala I Ke
Ala O'i'ole Mai elderman ==
@elder_man

♪
♪

I got 175. 175. Can I get 200?

200, anybody? 200. 200 over there.

How about 225? 225? Anyone?

225? 225, anybody? 2... 225.

250.

Bryan, chill.

You got to speculate to accumulate.

Can I get 260? Anyone?

260? 260? I got 250 going once,

250 going twice.

Sold for $250.

Yes.

Let's save the high-fives
until we've seen

what the hell we bought.

If we'd paid 20 bucks for this,
I'd feel ripped off.

We haven't checked out
these boxes yet.

Uh, treasure comes in all shapes
and sizes, brother.

Got some books here. Boring.

Some stuff...

DVD collection.
This is more like it.

How much you think
we can get for this?

- Is it Blu-ray?
- No.

Maybe 50 cents?

What is it?

Dude.

(phone ringing)

CUNHA: Medical examiner's office.

This is Dr. Noelani Cunha speaking.

Noelani? You don't know me,
but my name's Bryan Lee.

I got your number from
my cousin Sadie Yoshida.

Oh, Yoshy!

Yeah, sure. Um, how can I help you?

Me and my brother just bought
this storage locker at auction.

We were hoping
for something valuable.

Oh, like Storage Wars? Ah, did
you guys find anything exciting?

Actually, um, I think
we found human bones.

I'm texting you a picture now.

(phone chimes)

Yeah, I got it.

We didn't want to waste
the police's time if this is

one of those med school skeletons

or, you know,
some collector's item?

Uh, no, uh,
you did the right thing.

Bryan, this is
what I need you to do:

Text me the address and the
locker number and wait for me.

And in the meantime,
don't touch anything.

Bryan?

Bryan!

(line ringing) (phone ringing)

Oh, my God.

You, uh, you done?

With that? Because, uh, taking in

this fresh mountain air
is a little difficult

with the screaming and crying.

Hassan's in Vientiane, Laos.

Nice, uh, nice work. So y-you
just tell somebody at the CIA,

and then-then they do
what they got to do,

and problem solved, right?

Oh, what, what-what
are you... you want to go

to Laos... we... you want me to go
to Laos? Is that what that is?

Us... we are going to Laos.

That... uh, it's 10,000 miles away,

and I assume that this guy

has, like, a real security team,
like a, a good one, right?

And-and there's three of us,

and I don't even have
a passport, so I can't go.

Oh, no, we're not
flying commercial.

No, there's gonna be
more than three of us.

Thanks for coming.

Teams. Hoo-yah?

Hoo-yah.

- Lieutenant Rollins.
- Junior.

Look, this mission is gonna
get down and dirty.

So, uh, no more of this
Ms. Rollins-ing me

one more second, okay?

- All right.
- All right.

Copy that. Catherine?

- There you go.
- Yeah.

What up, man?

This isn't even a starting five.

We couldn't enter
a basketball tournament

with this sorry bunch.

STEVE:
Here comes your power forward.

DANNY: Wade Gutches? Seriously?

He's the AARP poster boy.

Maybe he retired a while back,
but that guy's still got game.

(grunts)

STEVE: Gutch.

(exhales)

Good to see you, man.

Likewise, buddy.

Thanks for coming, man.

Rollins. Get in here.

Mmm.

(grunts) Thanks for showing up.

We appreciate it.

Good to see you, Gutch.

GUTCHES: Danny.

- Long time no see.
- Yeah, man.

Junior Reigns,
I'd like you to meet somebody.

This is one of Joe's old
friends, Commander Wade Gutches.

Nice to meet you, Junior.

Actually, I already know you
by reputation, sir.

- Yeah?
- Junior was in the teams

- until recently.
- He's, uh,

he's now a part of Five-O.

Well, you sure landed
on your feet there, son.

STEVE: Hey, Gutch,

talk to you for a minute?

All due respect,

it's been a minute for you.
I just, uh...

You gonna be okay with all this?

Guess we'll find out, won't we?

Tell you one thing,

what we're doing...

Going after the bastard
that killed Joe,

putting him in the ground...

That's about the only thing
that could've pulled me

out of retirement.

LUCIA: You people
gonna chitchat all day,

or do you want to get airborne?

Commanders, this bird
is fueled up and ready to fly.

Copy that, Lucia.

Thank you. We'll be right there.

Who is that?

That's Frank Bama's daughter.

She's a... she's a real
chip off the old block.

Is that a good thing?

STEVE: All right, let's go, guys.

("Frankenstein" by Edgar Winter
playing)

Look, I know it's hard,

but you start worrying about
McGarrett and the boys,

it's not gonna help
the situation one bit.

We all need to focus
our energies on something

that is actually going
to make a difference.

TANI: Right. Like this case.
GROVER: Damn right.

How's our girl?

She didn't know
the victims personally,

but it's still a lot to deal with.

What do we got here?

Well, Noelani gets
a call from our vics

saying they've just won
the contents of this locker

at auction and discovered
what they believed

to be human bones inside.

But, when she gets down here,
she finds the two brothers,

Bryan and Ben Lee, shot dead
and no sign of any bones.

So, clearly, someone
wanted to make sure

these bones weren't discovered.

Yes. And when they were,
our perp was willing

to drop two bodies

to keep his or her secret safe.

All right, well, then,
our primary suspect

has to be whoever was
renting this locker

before it was auctioned off.

TANI: Sure, that makes
sense, but, you know,

if I had a storage unit
filled with human remains,

I would, uh, put a good effort into

making sure that rent was paid.

Sure, you would,
but that's why I'm thinking

that whoever was renting
this locker

found out too late
it was being auctioned.

So, when they get down here,
they got no choice,

- they have to improvise.
- Sorry to disappoint,

but I ran the name on the contract,

and it's an alias.

Rent was prepaid
with cash for a year

before the money ran out.

Okay. All right,
so we don't have a name.

But we do have all
this stuff inside here.

So let's roll up our sleeves and go

through all this junk, because
it's the best opportunity

- we have at IDing our killer.
- Come on.

But watch out for the blood.

GUTCHES: So we pull this HVT
out of the field.

The guy's a bomb maker
for Al-Qaeda.

This crazy bastard decides
he's gonna make a bolt for it.

Throws himself out of the helo.

Splash! Joe just didn't
want to see whatever

intel this guy might have

go to the bottom
of the Arabian Gulf.

So he unbuckles and jumps
right out after him.

Joe makes his way over to this guy.

By this time, the guy's...
(fades out)

♪ ♪

This was the best bad decision

I've made in a long time.

- Why was it a bad decision?
- It wasn't a bad decision.

It was, um...

stress relief is what it was, I think.
(chuckles)

Mm. So it was just therapy, really.

- Yeah.
- Nothing more.

Just two people using each other

for their own selfish purposes.

Very selfish purposes. (Laughs)

You know, it would be good to have

this kind of therapy
available to me again

if I needed it.

Can I please finish my chow mein?

I'm trying to get a little
more fuel in the body here.

Yeah, I was talking
about the future future.

Go on, Agent Greer.

You know, someone
with your experience

- would do really well in the Agency.
- In the CIA?

I don't think I'm, uh... (laughs)

I-I ain't CIA material.

Well, you can't be a SEAL forever.

And if you did join, who knows?

We could end up being stationed
in the same city.

If we were stationed
in the same city,

we could have very
regular therapy, right?

Yeah. Exactly.

You done with those noodles?

Yeah, I'm done with these noodles.

LUCIA: Ladies and gentlemen,
we're on our final approach,

so get ready to cross them
and toss them,

'cause according
to satellite weather,

it's gonna be a bumpy landing.

Hey.

What?

Where'd you just go?

I don't know, I'm just, uh...

I'm just thinking we're
doing all this stuff

to get this guy, Hassan,
and for good reason.

But at the end of the day,
I get it...

I-I totally get it.

I understand why
he did what he did.

He's avenging his father's death.

I would have done the same thing.

But he wouldn't have
been able to do that

if it wasn't for Greer.

Greer's the one who
sold out her country,

who turned on her people.

We'll find her.

Hassan worked with Greer.

He might be able to tell us
what rock she's under.

But if he can't, then
we just keep looking.

And we keep looking until.

Okay, we owe Joe that much.

Yeah.

And I'm in this with you
until the end.

Okay?

ADAM:
Okay, so according to Noelani,

there were recurring prints
on a number of these items.

Same individual,

but unfortunately
no match in the system.

And then there's this.

These are high school

love letters, also found
in the storage locker.

All written by the same person
approximately 20 years ago.

Apparently,

this is how people
used to communicate

before Instagram and texting.

How did people hook up?

I don't know, it seems
like a lot of work to me.

Not everything that's new
is better, you know.

Here we go. He's gonna tell us
about the good old days.

Actually, I'm with Lou on this one.

I still remember getting
love letters in high school.

Of course you do.

Look at you, that face,
those dimples.

I'd have been all over that
in ninth grade.

I can't tell...
Is she messing with me, Lou?

Who knows?

The point I'm making here
is that it took time

to compose these letters
and then go mail them off.

They meant something,
and that's why the guy

kept them all these years.

So, you're saying our killer's
a romantic at heart?

- You want to get back to the case?
- All right, well,

I read the whole bunch.

Now, our sender
only refers to this guy

by a nickname: Woody.

Now, there's no addresses
on the letters,

but judging by their arrangements

they made to meet up,

it looks like they lived
pretty close to each other.

Right, but since none
of the letters

were saved in their envelopes,

we don't have the address
of either party.

Correct. And then there's this.

So, she never signs off
with her name,

only this lipstick kiss
at the end of it.

- You see?
- That's right.

That's what young ladies
used to use before emojis.

And I'll tell you something else.

It was a hell of a
lot more wholesome

than the things that
your generation uses now,

with the eggplants and peaches.

- Oh, God...
- I don't even want to know what else.

Okay, all right.
Yes. Sure. Um, anyway,

I, uh, asked Noelani to
run the lipstick for DNA.

We got a hit. Carol Bucklee.

She is in the system,
unfortunately, because

she died in a car accident
five years ago.

I was able to get
an address from her records,

and it looks like she grew up here:

Canton, Ohio.

GROVER: All right, this is good,
but we're gonna need

a lot more than this
if we're gonna catch up

with the mysterious Woody.

Wait a minute, pull up
the bowling trophy again.

Try a search for

"Last Pin bowling alley,
Canton, Ohio."

GROVER: There it is.

If our killer was
on a championship team,

chances are there's
a record somewhere.

I'll reach out
and see what I can find.

(woman singing in foreign language)

LANGFORD: A word of warning.

The cocktails here are terrible.

I'll just have a beer.

Got any other local tips?

As a matter of fact, I have.

I've secured us a conveniently, um,

located safe house,

identified Hassan's
contact in the city,

won $150,000 at craps,

and, and I met a lovely local
woman called Vatsana.

- You have been busy.
- Um...

What'd you learn about our friend?

Pulled a few favors

with some friends
in the intel community,

and I was able to trace
an $8 million wire

that Hassan made a week ago

to Vientiane's Mandarin Club.

It's a, uh, exclusive,
members-only establishment.

They have a high roller game room.

It attracts some big hitters.

So, what are you thinking,
that transfer was, uh,

some kind of money-laundering play?

That's right, and I was able
to make a few friends,

and with their help,

worked out exactly how Hassan
is accessing his cash.

For the past few evenings,
Hassan's runner,

a chap named Dimitri, comes in

and makes a large withdrawal
of chips from the cashier.

About a million at a time.

He then spends about an hour
at the table,

always losing around 100 grand.

100 grand is ten percent.
It's got to be the vig, right?

The club's fee
for watching the money.

That was my thinking.

And once he has his money,
he doesn't hang around.

Always a rolling-car pickup,
decoy vehicles.

A smart operation. (wand whines)

Probably run by someone
who used to be Agency.

We assume he's been
doing this every night

since the money wire.

Tonight could be
our last night to track him.

I conveniently overheard him
tell the dealer last night

that he would be
at the club again tonight.

So will we.

All right, well, if Harry's
intel is correct, then we know

Hassan's runner Dimitri is gonna
be at that club tonight at 9:00.

What we don't know is

how many more shots we're gonna get

at tailing him back
to wherever Hassan is.

Which means we got
to make tonight count.

This Dimitri is a pro.

He doesn't carry
a phone we can track.

Always checking his angles.

I tried tailing him
on two previous evenings,

and both times he lost me.

Is that because he's very good,
or did you lose a step?

Hardly. Dimitri has a tight
security detail with him.

They know how to run interference,

throw you off a tail.

Even if we run leapfrog
surveillance, taking turns

to track him,
it'll be next to impossible

to keep eyes on him.

Well, if we can't
rely on maintaining

visual contact, why
don't we just plant

a tracker on him or his car.

We can, but... his driver
never leaves the vehicle,

which they change mid-route
anyway, plus...

he wants the car and Dimitri
before they head off,

so, um, traditional
tracking devices

are not going to cut it.

So how are we gonna paint
the target?

We have to find a way
to get this into his drink.

This is a radioactive solution.

Once ingested, we can track him.

Why? Is he gonna glow in the dark?

- In a manner of speaking.
- Catherine and I

are gonna enter that club
at 2000 hours.

We're gonna straight
to the high roller table.

CATHERINE:
Wait. Hate to be that girl,

but, um, I don't have
anything to wear.

I took the liberty of purchasing

something suitable earlier today.

Oh, and, um, for the purposes
of this operation...

you two... are married.

GUTCHES: Aw...

isn't that sweet.

Mazel tov.

I do.

What's next?

Before you get cleaned up,

I need to, uh, brief you
on the finer points of baccarat.

("Like Sugar" by Chaka Khan
playing)

♪ It's like su... ♪

♪ It's like su... ♪

♪ It's like sugar, so sweet... ♪

Okay. We've hacked
into all external street

and internal club CCTV.

Good luck, everyone.

And I have to say, Steve,

you look absolutely magnificent

in my tux.

He's spoken for, cowboy.

Kiss-ass.

Dimitri pulled his chips.

He's at the high roller table.

Copy that.

Good evening. Bonsoir.

- STEVE: Bonsoir.
- Madame.

You're not gonna wait for the
divorce before you take half?

Oh, don't be a caveman, darling.

Can I get anyone a drink?

Hey, uh, a vodka martini.
Actually...

a beer, whatever,

local beer, please.

Blanton's, rocks.

Uh, I'm actually gonna have
the same thing as him, please.

Thank you.

LANGFORD: You're up, Gutches.

GUTCHES: Copy that.

Right in here, son.

(Steve sighs)

CATHERINE: Ouch. Tough beat.

Hot streak, huh?

♪ ♪

Target just placed a big bet.

Looks like he wants
to close this thing out.

LANGFORD: Everyone stay alert.

He could be about to make a move.

He hasn't touched his drink.

DANNY: I don't want
to state the obvious,

but he leaves that drink

and we got´zero chance of following him.

Sorry.

Okay, that's his hundred K limit.

If he follows pattern,

he's gonna leave soon.

McGarrett?

Catherine?

Better do something.

Oh. Leaving so soon?

Not my night.

Oh. I was, um,

I was really hoping
that we could, um,

play a little longer.

Oh, well. How about a toast, then?

To...

knowing when to walk away.

Cheers.

Have a good evening.

LANGFORD: Nice save, Lieutenant.

Dimitri just cashed in, Steve.

Here we go.

(mouths)

(Catherine mouths)

Dimitri's convoy is on the move.

We have eyes on you, Steve.

Please tell me
that thing is working,

or this is gonna be the
shortest tail in history.

It's working. I got him.

We're good.

He's heading for the underpass.

We're gonna lose visual.
It's over to you guys.

Let's hope that thing
keeps working.

Still got him.

CATHERINE:
Okay, guys. Dimitri just pulled

into the lobby area of the
high rise across the street.

Bringing up local street CCTV now.

He's heading for the elevator.

Guy's got quite the fortress, huh?

LANGFORD: See if we can find out
what floor he's going to.

28th floor.

We just found Hassan.

Okay. Tell us what
you see in there, please.

We've got loads of cameras,
biometric entry system,

two armed guards, I could go on.

Well, suffice to say, Hassan
has done a bang-up job here.

This place is gonna be
one hell of a nut to crack.

So, I finally heard
back from Hal Walter,

the owner of Last Pin bowling
alley in Canton, Ohio.

Thankfully,

Mr. Walter has photos of
every past championship team

on display at the alley.

Living on a Spare.

2009 club champions.

Hang on. Look at this guy
here on the right.

Check out that ball.

Same exact one

we recovered from the locker.

This is our guy.

Alexander Woods.

Well, no prizes for guessing
how he got the nickname Woody.

So, our guy

Woody goes from bowling in Canton

to storing bodies on Oahu.

- He got a local address?
ADAM: Not a current one.

According to public records,
he was renting an apartment

in Waimea until 18 months ago,
July 2017.

TANI: That's the same month

that the storage unit
was originally rented.

Exactly. I called the landlord,

and he says Woods
moved without any notice.

Just left an envelope of cash

paying off the rest of his lease.

After that, he falls off the grid.

No public records,

no utilities in his name,
no anything.

Hmm. Strange but not entirely
inconsistent with the behavior

of a man who just killed a dude

and then kept his bones
as a memento.

GROVER: Or maybe we're getting
this whole thing wrong.

Nobody ever vanishes, Adam.

Maybe the reason
there are no recent records

on Alexander Woods is because

Alexander Woods is no longer alive.

Mr. Sayles.

Ain't life funny?
Last week we'd have had to have

this conversation in Halawa Prison.

Congratulations on your release.

According to your jacket, you
just wrapped a 12-month stint.

A DUI, and as an added cherry,

possession
of an unlicensed firearm.

I've made mistakes.

But that doesn't give you
the right to harass me.

TANI: Harass you?

We just want to ask you
a couple questions.

What about?

Here's what about.

Alexander Woods.

You know, your old partner

from the bait and tackle
shop on the North Shore.

Well, that was a failing business.

But just when you thought
you were about to lose your ass,

pow, stroke of luck.

Your partner disappears.

And with him out of the picture,

you liquidate all the inventory,
you shutter the business,

and you actually recoup
most of what you put in.

Knowing you,

you're probably still holding
on to old Alex's share

of that money, I mean, you know,
in case he comes back.

He's the one that skipped town
and left me holding the bag.

That didn't happen.

Yeah, I-in fact,
we're a hundred percent certain

that you killed Alexander Woods.

(laughs)
Then you stuffed his belongings

and his body into a storage locker,

'cause you figured

who's gonna miss a
guy with no family,

no local ties?

Everybody'd just assume
that he skipped town.

But your luck ran out, didn't it?

Because a couple months later,

you get busted,
you get thrown in Halawa

and then, all of a sudden,

oh, my goodness, you can't pay rent

on the storage unit
that you rented.

That must have been just
so stressful for you, right?

Because the body was there.
It could've been discovered.

Yeah, and by the time you get out,

that storage locker's
up for auction.

So you had to improvise.

You go kill two people

and stuff two more dead
bodies in that locker.

And then you skedaddle with
your old partner's remains.

Because, well, if the police
ID those bones,

well, that's gonna lead
everybody straight to you.

You got any evidence?

Ooh, he wants evidence.
Do we have evidence?

How about the credit card receipt

for that boat you rented

that you were out on
yesterday afternoon?

The GPS

from that boat, it tells us

that it was actually
a short trip, wasn't it?

Because you went out,
you anchored for 15 minutes,

and then you returned it,
didn't you?

What were you doing?

Don't answer. We know.

You know that the
Honolulu Police Department

has a dive team?

That's right, genius.

And they went diving yesterday

and found that bag of bones
you dumped in the ocean.

And if that ain't damning
enough, inside that bag

they found a fragment of the
bullet that killed Woods.

The lab is running
the ballistics right now.

Here's a question.

Tell me, what are the chances
that it matches

the unlicensed gun
that you were busted for?

So long, chump.

(sighs)

Is that enough evidence for you?

How's it going?

If this map is accurate,
then we actually have a bunch

of options. Infil and exfil spots.

I mean, and look at this...
We got the whole other side,

this entire flank.

No, Steve, I mean,
how are you doing?

Joe's death is my fault.

No. Don't do that.

You asked, I'm telling you.

He took a bullet for me,
I couldn't save him.

And had it been
the other way around,

you would have taken
that bullet for him.

That's what we do
for the people we love.

It was Joe's choice, okay?

He wouldn't want you
feeling responsible.

But the fact is, if it wasn't
for me, he wouldn't be dead.

If I was able to see Greer
for the threat that she was,

Joe wouldn't be dead, right?

But I couldn't see that 'cause
I had a blind spot for her.

Cath, there's something
you need to know.

Before you and I started dating,

- Greer and I...
- I know.

I know.

What do you know?

Years ago, I was at the Pentagon,

doing an intel briefing.

(sighs)

Lieutenant Rollins.

Listen, just so this isn't awkward,

I heard you're dating
Commander McGarrett.

And I just want you to know that

I am really happy for you.

Thanks.

One... (chuckles)

piece of advice, though:

You might want to temper
your expectations.

As much as we all want him to be,

he's... just not the type
to ever settle down.

STEVE: You knew

about me and Greer all this time

and you never said anything?

It was before we started dating.

And I didn't believe anything
she said about you anyway.

All right, boys and girls,
this thing's a go.

(typing)

Okay, hacked the building
security system. I'm in.

Waiting for people to clear.

Recording the video loop.

(laptop beeps)

All right, got it.

I'm ready whenever you guys are.

All right, Evel Knievel, go ahead.

Clever, Williams.

Got to make a delivery.

I got to make a delivery.

I got stuff back here.

GUTCHES: All clear.

- Your turn, Rollins.
- Sending the video loop

into the security system.

Allright, let's go.

STEVE: Go, go, go. Everybody go.

Move. Go. Move.

STEVE: English?

English? Yes, yes. 28, floor 28.

28, 2-8, let's go.

Good. Hands on the wall.

Hands on the wall. Don't move.

(elevator bell dings)

All right, back in a jiff.

Jiffy?

We got eight minutes,
that's all you got.

Okay? "Jiffy."

- Hands behind your back.
- Come on.

(groaning)

(panting)

(device beeps rapidly)

(groans)

(cries out)

(groans) (screams)

STEVE: Put your hands
behind your head,

- interlock your fingers.
- Do it, Commander.

I avenged my father's death

and I'm prepared to die.

Inshallah.

(grunts)

STEVE: You avenged
your father's death?

'Cause you murdered
five of the six SEALs

that were on that raid,
but you missed the one.

You missed the one
who took the shot

that killed your father.

That's right, you didn't know
that, did you?

Well, that's a juicy piece
of irony.

- CATHERINE: Guys.
- Go ahead, Catherine.

We got a problem.

You're gonna tell
your men to stand down.

And give up the only leverage
I have here?

I don't think so.

Make the call.

One thing I've learned
from my time in Vientiane:

Never leave home
without a backup plan.

(phone beeps) Vatsana. It's Harry.

(sirens approaching)

DANNY: Oh, this is
gonna be interesting.

Tell Harry Langford he owes me.

DANNY: Um, I'm sure he's gonna get

right on that. That-that was,

that was fantastic, thank you.

All right, guys, we're all good.
All the hostiles

- are taken down.
- There goes your leverage.

You hear that?

Don't make the same mistake
Commander White made

when you people killed my father.

If you let me live,

I promise...

you'll regret it.

Is that what you want?

Is that what you want for him?

Why would you want that for him?

So he can relive the same cycle?

- All over again?
- Do it!

No.

I want something else out of you.

(exhales)

(door opens)

It's good to see you're hydrating.

This, this, uh, heat...

really takes it out of you, huh?

CATHERINE: I wouldn't do that.

(sighs deeply)

(Greer scoffs)

Finally. (Breathes deeply)

- We're all together again.
- Hmm.

Yeah. But not for long.

And after all
the good advice I gave you.

Why don't you explain
something to me?

Help me understand.

You turn against your country.

You give up the names of men

and women that you've served with,

knowing full well they would die.

What amount of money

could have possibly made
that worth it?

Maybe it wasn't just
about the money, Steve.

Maybe there were... other factors.

Don't do it.

STEVE: Hey, Wade.

Thanks for everything, man.

It was fun... mostly.

My advice to you, though:

Find yourself a good woman,

a boring hobby, and...

first chance you get, retire.

(chuckles)

All right. I'll give
that some thought.

No, you won't.

Joe would've been
proud of you, kid.

I know I am.

Thanks, Gutch.

(engine starts)

(sighs)

- Hey.
- Hey.

So, what's next for you?

Uh, back to the grind.

You know, protecting the homeland.

Chasing bad guys. Yada yada yada.

Thank you so much, Catherine.

We couldn't have
pulled this off without you.

He was a great man, Steve.

We both owe him a lot.

You still don't know, huh?

What do you mean?

Joe wasn't just my mentor.

A father figure.

He brought you
into my life, Catherine.

How's that?

We're gonna stop here
and try to hold them off

till the chopper arrives.

- It should be here in a few minutes.
- Joe?

There's 20 of them and two of us.

We're gonna be dead
in a couple minutes.

We're not dying today, son.

I want you to promise me
when we make it back,

I want you to ask Catherine out.

That woman's a keeper, Steve.
(chuckles, coughs)

And I don't want to hear...

hear you say no, either.

That's how you
pay me back for this.

- MAN: Go, go, go!
- Okay.

Okay, Joe.

(beeping)

CATHERINE: Steve,
what the hell are you doing

calling me on a secured line?

I may have told your C.O.
that I was gravely wounded

in battle,
which is actually half true.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

But, look, that's, uh, that's
not the reason I'm calling.

I, uh...

I've been invited
to the Army-Navy Gala next month

at West Point, and presuming
I can get stateside for it

in time,
I was just wondering if, uh...

wondered if you'd like
to be my plus one?

Uh, well, you know, that depends.

Are you gonna be able-bodied
enough to dance with me?

I'll-I'll hit that dance floor
on crutches if I have to.

Just to eliminate any confusion,
this is not...

um, we wouldn't be going
as friends.

This is me, uh...
this is me asking you out.

On a date. On a date.

Hello? Catherine? Hello?

Yeah. Uh, yeah.

Question for you. Um...

what took you so long?

Let's just say I, uh...

I took some good advice
from an old friend.

I'm really glad you
took his advice.

I am, too.

You take care of yourself, okay?

You, too, kid.

Hey.

Till next time.

(engine starts)

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