[fire crackling]
[typing]
[printer whirring]
[paper rustling]
- Thank you. - Madam Secretary.
- Good morning. - [man] Madam Secretary.
I've devoted my career to reducing casualties
and improving mental health
in the armed services.
But while we're achieving success with our conventional
forces, the physical and psychological burden
is falling on the Spec Ops community
to a degree that feels... unsustainable.
Much as we'd like our elite warriors
to be machines, they are not.
We are going to overhaul our budget request
before it goes to appropriations.
Uh, overhaul in what capacity?
[Hartley] Significant reductions in lifetime deployments
for our special operators.
- So, recalculating allowances? - No.
I'm talking hard caps. Mandatory retirements.
We can't keep riding them till there's nothing left.
We'll be facing a significant degradation in readiness.
- And the financial implication... - We'll find acceptable levels.
We've been working on the budget since June, ma'am.
You're suggesting we restructure in a matter of days?
All right. Call home, let your families know
they're running solo the next few nights.
These operators give their whole lives to fight for us.
We can give up a weekend to fight for them.
Let's go.
[indistinct chatter]
[door opens]
This is about James Reece, isn't it?
He's one data point.
[indistinct chatter]
Yeah, so, if we don't get this done in the next 12 hours,
BuzzFeed is gonna beat us to it,
and it's gonna be fucking embarrassing.
I'm sorry, guys. I have another meeting, but thank you.
Get to it. Good job.
Thank you, okay?
How could they miss this?
I spoke with a Dr. Russell in Incirlik.
Apparently he pressed for more testing,
but Reece checked himself out A.M.A.
Said he had to be back for the funerals.
- Wait, so no one in the Navy has seen this. - Yeah, they got
this guy running around, leading a platoon,
and his medicals are optional?
That's absolute negligence.
Okay.
So what now?
Well, Reece wants to meet. I want to know why.
Either way, I'll have something set
to drop later this evening.
All right.
Are you being safe on this?
I was on the ground
in Sirte when they came for Gaddhafi.
I think I got this.
Maybe I come with you.
[scoffs] And we never see or hear from Reece again?
No.
He trusts me.
[helicopter blades whirring]
[siren wailing nearby]
[indistinct chatter]
[pop music playing]
I need that seat.
All right, Reece, why did you want to meet?
Have you ever heard of Saul Agnon?
Or a company called Capstone Industries?
[server] Hi, guys. May I take your order?
Uh, yeah.
I'll have the little gems and the striped bass.
- [server] Of course. - Nothing for me, thank you.
He'll have the bucatini.
[server] Of course, right away.
Capstone Industries?
Kind of place that only has a logo on their website.
Agnon, he's the VP of Asset Management.
I did a little research of my own, and all their market
investments, it's, it's, it's fluff.
It's Carnival Cruise Lines, Planet Fitness, H&M...
Wait, so now the backers of Planet Fitness are involved?
Just listen.
The point being, they have an investment pool
of $60 billion.
That's way more than can be accounted for in public holding.
Well, where do they have the remainder?
That's what we need to find out.
What about the Iranians?
It was never about Kahani. He was, he was top-shelf bait.
This...
it's something domestic.
Something corporate.
And it's not over.
This lead on Capstone, where did it come from?
- Not important. - It's important, actually.
If I'm gonna run with information, I need to know
that I can trust the source.
I'm the source.
There's something I need to show you.
Um... I pulled this from the Engram Clinic.
I didn't want to show it to you
until I had some context.
It's a tumor, Reece.
It's, um, about the size of a walnut.
It's on the node between
the hippocampus and the amygdala.
I spoke with a neurologist, and she said
that symptoms would include headaches...
...paranoia, memory confusion.
That's not me.
It's time-stamped to your arrival at the clinic.
Did NCIS give this to you?
No. Holder never mentioned it.
Right now, I'm pretty sure that we're the only ones who know.
The neurologist recommended biopsy.
Without that, there's no way to accurately diagnose.
And, um, we both know that you've
been having confabulatory episodes.
That's not something that you could explain
with, uh, Jahan Kahani or with Capstone.
Look in the mirror behind you. There's a man,
brown cap, wrap-around shades.
- You see him? - No.
There's just some people finishing their lunch.
We got to go. Now.
Wait, Reece! Hey.
You have to...
[man shouting indistinctly]
Reece! Reece, wait!
Did you bring your smartphone?
No. Just the burner. What's going on?
They have eyes in the sky.
- You mean like a drone? - The man that I just saw is an operator.
Now, he's either here for me...
or for you.
Reece, there's nobody there. You're imagining things.
I ran an SDR to get here.
The only way they could've tracked me is with UAV.
Hold.
This is my ride. Get in.
Get in!
Buckle up.
I'm sorry, we're running away because you think
you saw a guy in wrap-around shades?
We're not running.
Hold on.
Stay here.
You okay, buddy? I didn't see you there.
- [gunshot] - [screams]
[siren approaching]
Read that.
Open it!
That's a professional target package.
Still think I'm losing my mind?
[engine starts]
[sirens wailing]
[metallic clatter]
[engine starts]
- We need to tell the police what happened. - No cops.
Reece, that guy came at you in broad daylight.
NCIS is compromised.
Maybe elements in PD, we can't be sure.
Right now, we need to get off the grid.
You know how to use one of these?
Yeah.
Can't be sure if you're a known quantity.
You need to lay low until this thing blows over.
Do you have a place to go?
- Do you? - Yeah.
I'm sorry I got you into this.
You won't see me again.
Reece.
Give me what you have on Capstone.
If there's a connection to you and your men, I'll find it.
[sirens continue wailing]
You know how to reach me.
[breathing deeply]
All clear!
Crash it!
- [explosion] - [metal rattling]
- On me! - [men shouting]
On you.
All clear!
Clear!
- Blue! Blue! Blue! - Blue! Blue!
Going in!
All clear, last room.
- What the fuck was that, Hargrove? - Sir?
You were on the door. You should have taken the room.
I'm not paying you to jerk me off, okay?
I need verisimilitude. You understand?
Pull that shit again, you're fucking gone.
[woman] Combined accuracy was 83rd percentile.
Speed, 71st.
Not your best run, but competitive.
Certainly wouldn't want to be an enemy combatant.
Anyway, my reactions are still for shit.
You want to run it again, sir?
Uh, wish I could.
No. Lunch break's over. Come on, let's go.
[elevator bell dings]
Steve.
-00 p.m. with Janet Lansing. - Steve...
45, al Khalif.
30, the Rexeon board.
30, Suri Ratanavanh.
- Ratanavanh? Kill that. One minute. - Steve?
- Call Gary Mathis... - We need to talk.
I said wait, Saul. Tell him we're divesting.
If they need someone to scream at, they can find a wall.
- [intercom beeps] - [Horn] Send him in.
[lock clicks]
You're supposed to be in Santa Barbara.
We have a situation.
Is it that you're not in Santa Barbara?
[exhales] What sort of situation?
The kind you don't say out loud for fear
of someday hearing it played back to you in a courtroom.
Well, we're secure here.
Gordo's dead.
Reece isn't.
- I'll deal with that. - This was supposed to be
done in Syria.
Now we got this psychopath running around California.
He's not a psychopath. He's a SEAL Commander.
Have some respect.
[scoffs]
This is bad, Steve.
If Reece is out there, and Holder's a breach...
Holder didn't know anything actionable.
He knew me. I'm actionable.
So speak to Hargrove.
He'll set you up with a detail for the trip.
I'm not going to Santa Barbara, man.
Mike Tedesco can sell his own goddamn company.
Mike's not a salesman.
He has aspirations.
Look, it's time to focus now, Saul, okay?
The Plano deal has to make. It has to.
Capstone has sunk too much money into Nubellum.
The time to sell is right now.
I'm sick of waiting for Elias Ryberg
to grow some nuts, and I need you there.
Okay?
You're my closer.
[intercom beeps]
Kurt, send Janet in.
[insects trilling]
[sighs]
[exhales]
[faint ringing]
[sighs]
[exhales]
- Oh. - You should come to bed.
[grunts]
I can't. I have homework.
Hmm.
WARCOM's got you...
jumping over bonfires now?
That's a Zoroastrian new year celebration, Newroz.
Well, I can see how that's operationally relevant.
[chuckles]
They got us tagged to the Syrian Defense Force.
Got to learn a thing or two about Kurdistan.
She's kicking.
Is she?
Wait a minute.
Oh...
- Daddy's little ass-kicker. - No.
She gets her ass-kicking from her mama.
You know if you get stuck out there, I'll be okay.
My mom and dad will come down and help.
If I do make it back,
then I'll probably just go fishing, I guess.
Even if I have to liberate a bird...
and fly myself home, I'm gonna be here.
I'll be holding your hand the whole way.
Well, I guess then I'll be the only girl with a doula
- coming straight from the sandbox. - [chuckles]
[thunder crashing]
Oh...
- [rain falling heavily] - [thudding]
Is she going to be okay, Daddy?
Yeah. Yeah, she's fine. She's just, she's stunned.
She's gonna, she's gonna fly back to her family.
[gasps]
[knocking at door]
Coming at you.
Oh, thank you.
Yeah.
Oh, I see you've sprung for the honeymoon suite.
Mm. All right. You were right.
NCIS put a BOLO out last night.
So, if I were you, I wouldn't go home anytime soon.
Oh, and that, uh, your shooter in L.A.?
Locals ID'd him as Adrian Gordonis.
Former MARSOC, or Raiders,
or whatever the fuck they're calling themselves now.
Went private with Talos Tactical.
I haven't dealt with them directly, but I think it's safe
to say they don't operate with a moral fucking compass.
Jesus fuck. Like, just take a breath.
I don't think the burrito's going anywhere, brother.
I didn't get my bucatini, man.
I don't know what that means.
It means thank you for this burrito.
- You're welcome. - Thank you.
[water running]
Luce.
She had some skills, huh?
Yeah. She could sing, too.
And hold a barre chord. [chuckles]
Yeah, she was something, brother.
[Reece clears throat]
You know, for the life of me, I can't remember the day
she drew this picture.
Bro, I don't remember last Sunday.
It was the morning before Syria, I think.
And, uh...
there was a bird.
A starling, maybe?
Cracked into the window, killed itself.
- Sounds like your memory's spot on. - Mmm.
It's there, but only half there.
The other parts...
it's fucking... it's muddled.
Mixed with other memories, it's like...
like looking through a kaleidoscope.
Well, you did get fucking rocked.
I mean, you still getting those headaches, huh?
No.
- Did you see the target package? - Yeah.
Yeah.
I mean...
looks like a complete asshole.
You see his little fucking dog?
[chuckles]
I mean, what I'm saying is, I don't really get
a mastermind vibe with this guy.
Yeah. I didn't think so, either.
I'm also gonna take a dive into Capstone.
We could, but I do already have someone working on it.
There's a journalist.
And she can help me do some research
without raising suspicion.
- Journal? - Yeah.
Hmm. That's good to know.
She know you're here?
- No. - She know I'm here?
- Of course not. - You do know you're not the only one on the line, right?
That I am fucking CIA, and if it gets out that
- you're trying to fucking wage your own war... - I understand.
- ...in the streets of L.A.... - I'm telling you,
you're clean. I promise you.
You're good. She's an asset.
I know what category to put her in.
And there's never been an obligation.
- If you need to walk, I get it. - Fuck you, I'm not walking.
This isn't an obligation for me, brother.
I just need to know we have each other's backs.
- That's it. - Always.
All right.
[clears throat]
All right.
There's obviously a bunch of fucking people
tracking you right now, so just lay low, please.
- That's what I'm talking about, all right. - I'm chilling.
And if I find something, I'll buzz you.
Copy. Ben?
You're not going to the golf tournament
dressed like Big Lebowski, are you?
[laughs]
I fucking hate golf.
but I got a long way to go...
You're gonna miss.
He's gonna miss.
Look at him, he buys this fancy
Scotty Cameron prototype, thinks it's gonna fix his game.
The man's a genius, you know, but I keep telling him,
you can't buy feel.
How was your flight over? Did they treat you right up there?
Did you get friendly with a minxy little stewardess?
I doubt Elias flew 13 hours to talk about
sexually harassing flight attendants.
I'm not talking about harassment.
I am talking about the natural magnetism
of having God-money.
Mr. Agnon.
Always good for a laugh.
I'm not kidding.
Plano is one of, what?
Maybe four outfits on Earth
positioned to buy Mike's company.
We'll make you a hell of a deal on Nubellum.
Capstone Industries?
- You're on deck. - Hey, excellent.
Uh, do we know who we're paired with yet?
I asked for Bryson DeChambeau.
You are with Steve Davey.
Who the fuck is that?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Come here, let me explain something to you.
[announcer] And now teeing off for Capstone Industries
is Bryson DeChambeau.
[crowd clapping]
[indistinct chatter]
I'm not ashamed to admit we considered
very seriously an offer six years ago.
I had no idea.
Your work has always been very impressive.
[Tedesco] I really appreciate that.
Before Capstone took us into military contracts,
I had a different plan for Nubellum.
And if this sale goes through,
maybe we can explore that original concept.
There he goes! Getting excited.
The thing about visionaries...
they see an endless spectrum of possibilities.
Our job as partners, as patrons,
has been to narrow that band just a bit.
Once Capstone came on board,
once Steve started steering
the ship, well, that's why we're here, isn't it?
Hmm.
I do prefer your current orientation, Mr. Tedesco.
Uh, of course. Right.
That mean Plano's ready to counter?
Mr. Agnon, I appreciate your perseverance,
but this was by design...
a social visit.
Social. Mm-hmm. Okay.
How about this?
I rented a house off the 16th.
How about I drum up a little soirée tonight?
Call some friends, some girls.
I got a bottle of Bas-Armagnac that'll knock you flat.
Then I'll throw some fresh numbers at you.
If I'm in the ballpark, great.
If not, we'll always have Bryson.
Hmm.
This... house, you said, uh, it is where?
Yeah.
Yeah, I got eyes on.
Easy day, brother.
Easy day.
Yeah.
[dialing]
[line ringing]
- Excuse me, guys. - [phone buzzing]
- Hello? - Hey, Jord, it's me.
Katie. Shit. I've been calling you.
What happened yesterday?
Yeah, sorry. You know, I lost my phone.
Hey, are you okay?
Uh, listen.
I was wrong on the Reece story.
I was all wrong.
What do you mean "all wrong"?
Um...
you know, I think I got to get out of town for a bit.
I'm... I'm just kind of burnt out, you know?
No. No, I don't know.
W-What are you talking about?
You're doing this, aren't you?
You're fucking bailing on me, right?
Sorry, Jord.
- You've been good to me. - Goddammit, Katie.
So this is what I get for trusting you, for...
- [line beeps] - [sighs]
- [seagulls calling] - [door shuts]
[door opens]
[knocking]
So...
how are we faring in here?
This is good work.
We'll get there.
[paper rustling]
Mm.
I didn't hire you to pussyfoot.
This is going to get us down to '05 levels.
That's right.
Some would say it's unwise
to unilaterally stand down resources.
Would you say it's unwise?
Lorraine, you have four months left,
and frankly, this might not
make it past committee.
You really want to end on a loss?
Then we'll whip the votes.
It's a win for at least half the chamber.
What about our contractors?
Think they'll see it as a win?
Well, if you're trying to convince me
to feel sorry for special interests...
They have power.
Which means they have a say.
And your legacy is fully intact without creating headwinds.
Right.
This is my legacy.
Leaving things better than when I found them.
[indistinct chatter]
[dialing]
Yeah.
Something's happening out here. Thought you'd want to know.
- Fox "Soft"]
for no rescue...
Hey, sweetheart.
I'm Raven.
mistaken...
- You want some company? - Hi, Raven.
I do, in fact.
like no one's baby...
You know, I saw you walk in.
My girl Sasha wanted to come over here and...
I said, "No, no. He's all mine."
- You said that, huh? - Mm-hmm.
What do you say we, um...
go in the back and have a drink in private?
Why don't we sit here and talk?
Oh, I love to talk.
What are we talking about?
I'm looking to party.
Think you could help me out?
of being soft...
You a cop?
Hmm.
No.
You know you have to tell me if you are.
I'm not sure that's true.
But I'm not.
with your girlfriend...
I can hook you up.
What exactly are you looking for?
- I've been having headaches. - Oh, yeah?
How bad?
Real bad.
Well, the DJ's got some methadone wafers.
Think that'll do the trick?
I think that'd do the trick.
It's $100 each.
And it's a really
good price for you.
Just for me?
Thank you, baby.
Sit tight.
- [indistinct chatter] - [laughter]
Come on, boss, what're you doing?
- Come on, boss. - Let's go, man!
[men laughing]
[Boozer] Let's go, get over here, Reece!
[Raven] Hey, baby.
Everything okay?
from the job to the party...
I'm just remembering.
Well, this...
will help you forget.
touch that...
[sound distorts, fades]
Got to say, you never did
like this kind of work downrange.
Downrange, we had rules.
Yeah, too many.
[Reece grunts softly]
It was never the same after you left.
Hell, I-I thought about walking, too.
[chuckles] You and the teams,
you're like flowers and fucking dirt, brother.
You weren't going anywhere, and you certainly didn't need me.
I'm not sure that's true, all things considered.
Hey...
let me take this.
What?
I'm gonna let you have all the fun?
Well, someone's gonna have a hell of a night.
[upbeat music playing]
- Here you go, ladies. - Thank you.
[indistinct chatter]
[Agnon] No, no, no, no, no.
I am telling you, it is the best sushi
you have ever had in your life.
Don't be ridiculous, please.
It's a fucking revelation is what it is.
You want to talk about the best?
Have you been to Sukiyabashi Jiro?
Oh, give me a break with Jiro!
He's fine. He... he's good, whatever.
But Steve found this guy, Taishi.
We shipped this little guy over from Hokkaido.
I'm telling you, this fucking guy speaks fish.
He goes down to the pier, he starts,
like, whispering to the-the mackerels
and the skipjack, and I don't know what they say back,
but it must mean, "Pick me,
- I'm fucking delicious." - [Ryberg chuckles]
Sounds like something I'll have to try.
Great. I'll make reservations.
When?
I don't have a time line.
I must speak to my board.
Fuck your board.
I'm asking you.
Saul, don't.
It's late.
And as much as I've enjoyed myself, I...
have a flight in the morning.
Elias, we've been dancing for months.
You want to golf?
We're golfing. You want to eat fish?
Irasshaimase.
But we've reached the point, my friend,
where I must compel you to either
shit or get off the pot.
Does Plano want Nubellum or not?
I'll call our acquisitions team.
Tell Mr. Horn that I'll have a proposition
by morning.
Good night.
[car door closes]
[car drives away]
That was out of line.
A man like Elias Ryberg should be
treated with respect, not disdain.
Do you have the slightest concept
how much money I just made you?
Jesus Christ, Mike.
You should be fucking thanking me.
All right, all of you.
Can I have your attention, please?
Everybody...
fuck off.
I mean it, you're done. Go home.
Everybody, you're done. Go.
[man] Seriously?
Yes.
[quiet chatter]
[insects trilling]
[whispering] We made a lot of money today, buddy.
We made a lot of money today, buddy.
Who's my baby?
[smooches]
Ah... [sniffles]
[door opens]
[water running]
[door opens]
"Little Darlin'"]
[muffled grunting]
[barking]
[barks]
[classical music playing]
[coughing]
There he is.
[muffled grunting]
[coughs, spits]
- I'll tell you, that thing with the bag, Saul. - Please...
- Please! [whimpering] - Listen.
Hey, that thing with the bag, that was,
that was unpleasant for both of us. Okay?
Help! Help me!
Help me! Somebody, please!
- [music gets louder] - Help! Help...
[faint music playing]
- [loud music playing] - Help! Somebody!
Help me... [coughing]
Help...
[music stops]
You done?
[coughing]
Why does Capstone Industries want me dead?
I-I...
- I don't know what you're talking about. - Okay, don't fucking lie to me.
I'm not lying, I swear on my mother's fucking grave!
Does it have something to do with the tumor?
What?
The tumor in my head, Saul.
You have a fucking brain tumor?
Goddamn it.
Un-fucking-tie me. I didn't do anything.
[panting]
You know, I've seen men withstand horrible things, Saul.
Pain.
Degradation.
The likes of which you can't possibly imagine.
And they kept their mouth shut.
Because those men believed in something.
They had a purpose greater than themselves.
A cause that they'd sooner die
screaming for than to sell out.
That's not you though, is it, Saul?
You're not a true believer.
You're just... you're a guy
who stumbled ass-backwards into a world
that he does not understand.
You do not want to die
for this, Saul.
So tell me.
He does... [clears throat] He doesn't...
he doesn't tell me anything.
- Who? - It's data isolation.
Compartmentation. Same as you guys.
- He gets off on that shit. - Who gets off on that shit?
Steve.
Horn.
Steve Horn. There you go.
Get you a little sip.
[exhales, coughs]
Go on.
Steve's a visionary. He, uh... [sniffles]
...he made this fortune in tech and then
he-he moved over into VC.
He, uh, understands people,
markets, war.
I-I'm just an appendage.
A go-between. I resolve things.
How does Steve execute an ambush in Syria?
Steve has friends everywhere.
Perks of being a billionaire.
- What was his objective? - Look, that's...
that's not my department, but, um...
it's all about something called, uh...
...Project RD-4895.
- What's that? - RD-4895.
But I'm telling you, I don't know what it is.
I-I-I just know that it's worth a...
a lot of money.
That's not good enough.
No! Come on! Come on!
Listen, man, I'm telling you, man!
I don't know anything!
I'm just a guy! You said it yourself!
I'm just a fucking guy!
- [sobbing] - [coughing]
All right.
All right, I believe you.
Steve Horn calls the shots and you are
- his little errand bitch. - Yes!
- Right. - Yes! That's it.
You don't make decisions.
You didn't want any of this to happen.
I swear to Christ.
Who did you send
to kill my family?
Hmm?
Have a little more.
I want to go home, man.
I asked you a question.
[whimpers]
There's a...
There's a lawyer out of Jackson Hole.
Marcus Boykin.
He deals in black market crude all over the globe,
including Mexico.
Mexico?
Boykin hired sicarios.
The triggerman.
The one who got away. Where do I find him?
Fucking Mexico, I just said that.
- Be specific. - "What's the address of the sicario?"
That's not a fucking question you ask.
- Does Boykin know? - Boykin doesn't know shit.
He knows routing numbers for...
...incompetent fucking hit men.
He's more useless than me.
You know, downrange we like to say
that what we do is for freedom.
But what it really is, Saul...
There's evil...
in this world.
It's our job to look it in the eye,
'cause most folks don't have the balls.
That's the job. We do it.
All you got to do is pay your taxes
and stay out of our way, but you...
Saul...
Steve Horn,
Capstone Industries...
...oh, you wanted in on the fray.
Now... you're on the battlefield.
This is a methadone cocktail, Saul.
You get a quiet death.
And you're lucky.
It's more than you deserve.
- [sobbing] - Shh.
[moans]
[paper rustling]
[phone chimes]
[Reece] We were looking at a place in Tahoe.
I tell you that?
A little cabin on the west shore.
Lauren had this plan.
She was gonna train athletes at altitude.
Lucy wanted to live somewhere she could see all the stars.
That's it. That's all they wanted.
Dead...
they get nothing.
They get darkness.
In service of some corporate project.
That's why my wife and daughter had to die.
This is what I don't get.
Why did they have to bring the girls into this?
An assassination would make waves.
If a combat veteran goes nuts, kills his family,
kills the doctors, kills himself,
people don't blink.
They needed it to be more digestible.
Steve Horn, he's in San Francisco.
Head of the snake. He can get me
the truth on RD-4895.
But Boykin?
That's our path to the triggerman.
The one who killed Lauren and Lucy.
All right.
Answers or blood.
Shooter's choice.
Blood.