[gunfire]
- [radio static crackles] - [man] ...down.
Southeast corner of courtyard,
next to Building 16.
We have reports of a downed helicopter.
[Liz] This is Warrant Officer Liz Riley.
I'm fucking pinned down. I need QRF now.
Hammerhead, we are moving north to downed Kiowa. ETA?
- Pretty fucking soon, brother. - Less than two mikes out.
Requesting fast mover and support.
[Cox] Negative, Commander. Do not attempt a rescue.
The crash site is overrun with hajis.
Yeah, no shit.
I got to fucking shit so bad.
I told you to stay away from the street-side kebabs, Donny.
- Come on. - [Cox] Return to base.
Rangers and QRF are inbound. ETA 20 minutes.
- Fuck. - Do you copy?
[Reece] She don't have 20 minutes.
[Cox] Commander, do you copy?
[staticky beeping]
Signal interrupt.
- Oh, Commander. - Proceeding to crash site.
Cox is gonna have your balls, sir.
Oh, fucking tell him to get in line. Donny, clamp it up.
- Do not shit in this car. - I am clenching. I am clenching.
- [tires squeaking] - [indistinct shouting]
Move.
- [screaming, yelling] - [gunfire]
[gunfire continues]
[loud, indistinct shouting]
Move in!
Move!
Move! [shouts indistinctly]
[indistinct shouting]
- Move, boss. - I'm with you. I'm with you.
Friendlies! Friendlies!
Move up! Move up!
- Fuckers! - Frogman coming through!
Friendlies! Friendlies! Friendlies!
Contact on my right!
- [gunfire] - [groaning softly]
[indistinct shouting]
- I've got your six, boss. - Hey. Talk to me.
Riley, how you doing?
Seen better.
That a hint of Southern Belle?
Fort Rucker, Alabama.
- [groans] - You leaking?
My back's busted.
Okay, look at me. You a War Eagle, Riley?
Fuck you. Roll Tide.
Okay. Roll Tide.
What do you say we get you home, huh?
[Lucy] Daddy.
[gunfire continues]
Is she gonna be okay, Daddy?
[gunfire continues]
[loud gunfire]
[alarm beeping]
[sighs]
[beeping stops]
[groans]
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
[groaning]
[lights buzzing]
[Senator Joe Pryor] We've been all around the block
on this one, but I think we got to the right place.
Well, I've been wanting to do business for a long time,
so I'm glad we could figure something out.
- You, uh, on a plane tonight? - Tonight.
Okay. Well, I won't take up more of your time.
- Great to see you. - Yeah, you, too.
You sure you don't need a ride, Senator Pryor?
No. My driver's downstairs.
[Horn] Next time, cigars on me.
[Pryor] You bet. We'll be in touch.
[Horn] Mike, thanks for waiting.
Yeah.
- It's good to see you. - You, too.
Even without Pryor, it's...
That's not decisive. There's still a vote on the full floor.
- Listen. - Lorraine Hartley won't just roll over.
Listen, Mike.
[phones ringing in distance]
That is the sound of the world realizing that Nubellum is still
the hottest fucking military contract on the market.
I did that, okay? And any minute, one of the those calls
is gonna be Elias Ryberg,
and he's gonna tell Kurt that he's reconsidered.
I'll sell it to you.
I'll sell you RD-4895-- the patent, the research.
It's yours.
Then you flip it to Plano a la carte.
We part ways, everybody wins.
You get what you want. I keep my company.
Yeah. I don't think the board goes for that.
Well, I'll give you a good deal.
We both know that's what this is about.
Mike, we're selling the company. The whole company.
Okay? That's the plan.
And the alternative, well,
I like Nubellum with you at the helm, I do.
Plano doesn't require it.
Damn, Lizard, it's almost00.
[laughing] I hate morning people.
Even when they cook you breakfast?
We heading back out to the house today?
[sighs] I don't think so.
I think Horn's estate's a dead end.
It's a hardened site. It's crawling with Talos.
No easy way to grab him.
I think we need to focus our efforts on Capstone.
Might actually have a shot to take Horn alive.
Reece, that's smack dab in the middle
of the financial district.
You think that'll be easier?
One way to find out.
[distant siren wailing]
I think we got us some party crashers.
Oh, yeah, I see 'em.
[camera beeping, clicking]
This way, please.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[liquid sloshing]
I read somewhere that Gwyneth Paltrow drinks
a $250 smoothie every day.
You fucking believe that?
Maca, ashwagandha and fucking moondust.
Thanks, Eddie.
I tend to think that, uh, to maximize one's potential,
you should feed the body, not the ego, you know?
- Steve Horn. How are you? - Pleasure.
Special Agent Tony Layun.
This is MacKenzie Wilson with the U.S. Marshals Service.
We were hoping we could talk to you about
one of your Talos Security detail.
Adrian Gordonis.
Oh, yeah, when I heard Gordo got shot,
I figured someone would come around.
What was his assignment in L.A.?
No idea. He was off the clock.
Well, the guy works for you.
You didn't know what he was doing?
Well, lot of Talos operators work for me, but, uh,
they're called independent contractors for a reason.
I notice you got quite the show of force out there.
Is that SOP, or you worried someone's coming after you?
Well, Capstone generates a tremendous amount of wealth
and a commensurate level of animosity.
We have a significant stake in the growing
African telecom industry, so Boko Haram and Al-Shabab
have their feelings about that.
There's interest in Latin America.
- Big man, big problems, right? - Mm.
Well, you don't get an office like this
without pissing a few people off, right?
Did you piss off James Reece?
I'm not familiar with the name.
Well, your boy certainly knew him.
Gordo was the first to open fire.
We suspect James Reece is also responsible
for the death of your VP, Saul Agnon.
I was told Saul died of a drug overdose.
Should I be worried about this James Reece?
Stop pretending you don't know the man.
According to your tattoos, you and Reece were in the same unit.
Bone Frog. That's the way SEALs honor their fallen.
So, either Mr. Horn here was a frogman,
or... he could be full of shit.
[Horn sniffles]
Mac's former Army. Three deployments.
She doesn't care too much for insincerity. Do you, Mac?
- No, sir. - Well, I grew up in the shadow
of Fort Bragg, Ms. Wilson.
Most of my friends, my family all served.
SAT scores sent me down a different path,
but I've always had a level of respect for the culture.
My tattoos signify remembrance, admiration.
Mm-hmm.
You're used to getting what you want, huh?
A lifetime of success, that's the only thing you know.
James Reece is used to hunting and killing his prey.
That's what he knows.
Well, I'm glad I have you guys on the case.
Listen, I have meetings, and, uh,
a fugitive task force, not great optics, so...
If you feel my level of security is inadequate,
please post up on the street and, uh, make yourselves cozy.
I'll see that my guys don't give you any trouble.
That sounds great. Thanks.
Never let it get personal, Mac.
Personally, I think the guy's an asshole.
It's not our job to like him. It's our job to protect him.
[Katie] I appreciate you meeting me on such short notice.
Given the rumors, we thought
we'd nab a profile ahead of the sale.
I imagine a cover on The Atlantic will only
help your final deal price?
It's unlikely to hurt, yes.
You founded Nubellum making drugs for the commercial market.
Namely, Alzheimer's pa...
Dr. Tedesco studied neuroscience at the University of California.
Berkeley. Yes. I got the bio.
I was just wondering why. Why Alzheimer's?
I-I didn't find any family history.
Flowers for Algernon.
Read it in undergrad, and, uh, the thought
of losing one's self became a bit
of a waking nightmare back then.
I suppose I imagined I could change things.
You say "back then."
Do you think you've lost that sense of optimism?
[Novak] Not at all. Our Human Optimization program
is the culmination of Mr. Tedesco's life's work.
It wasn't until Capstone came on that you shifted
to military nootropics optimizing soldiers.
Some might say that's a fairly cynical application
of your life's work.
[Novak] Our contracts with the DOD
have made us the industry leader in appetite suppression,
sleep aids, VO2 max agents.
Like I said, a cynical application.
Excuse me.
Ms. Buranek,
almost everything you're asking is available online.
Perhaps you'd love to hear about our new expansion initiatives.
We're expanding beyond...
No, I think I got everything I need. Thanks.
Hey. Hey, what the hell?
Sorry, but I came here to interview you,
not that pod person in there.
I read your interview in PharmaTimes.
I felt like you had some concerns
with the course of action Steve Horn put you on.
I might not always see eye to eye with Steve,
but he knows how to drive profits.
Yeah. That's why he has you working out of a conference room
while he decides your company's future from the penthouse.
What's RD-4895?
How much oversight do you maintain?
If, say, it was generating tumors among end users?
There are no end users. RD-4895 hasn't reached human trials.
Well, what if it has?
What if it was used on a platoon of Navy SEALs
that went to Syria two months ago and never came back?
Would you comment on it?
I genuinely,
very genuinely,
have no idea what you're talking about.
[writing]
Memorize this. Lock it in, and then flush it down the toilet.
When you're ready to talk, reach out.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[camera shutter clicking]
This is our target location.
- Horn's only point of exposure. - I don't know.
You'd have to take out six operators in open air
without hitting civilians, get Horn out alive,
and lose the FBI tail?
Are you sure we need him breathing?
Oh.
He's got questions to answer.
What did he do to me and who helped him?
How you doing, Reece?
Are you doing okay?
I'm good.
Hey, these pills are doing their job,
if I could just keep on schedule.
We're good.
We're gonna make it happen.
All right.
All right. Well, I'm gonna go, uh, talk to Ron,
see if we can get a few more days at the hangar.
[Katie] I spoke with Mike Tedesco. He's a weak link.
He doesn't even want the sale, and I think he hates Horn.
And when I mentioned RD-4895, he lit right up.
[Alice] You think he's involved?
Well, he definitely knows something.
What's your timeline?
[sighs heavily] It depends.
[phone chiming]
- Shit. - What is it?
[horns honking]
Katie?
Listen, we got two on University.
They got one on Cherokee.
I mean, how many people do you know that use Cricket, right?
I mean, a few, but come on.
What is your point, Junior?
My point is,
no way they're selling that many cell phones, all right?
It's a front, man, I'm telling you.
You got way too much time on your hands.
Yeah, I got plenty of time on my hands.
[Tony] How's it going on the reporter?
We're good, boss. It's all quiet.
We need more bodies out here, sir.
We got the bodies we got.
I get it, and I appreciate everyone's patience.
We're in the right spot. Relentless pursuit.
Our final due diligence report indicates several
unsigned invention assignment agreements.
Where do we stand on that?
We'll make them available in the VDR by tonight.
Thank you.
I appreciate your effort in expediting the process, Mike.
However, we must reopen the question of valuation.
The fundamentals have changed.
Since we made the offer, your contract with the Pentagon
came under significant threat.
Our contract held.
If you're concerned, maybe we halt the deal altogether.
What's your number?
Give us the room.
[whispering]
[door opens]
You, too, Mike. Please.
[computer chimes]
Mike?
[Mike] You said the SEALs shipped out two months ago?
- Yeah. - I think I might have something useful for you.
No, no. Not over the chat. Save it until we meet in person.
It needs to be tonight.
Okay. I'll send details.
Don't bring your smartphone.
[sighs]
[distant siren wailing]
[door opens]
[door closes]
You reach a price?
[sighs]
I'm sorry if I made waves today.
No harm, no foul. We'll work it out.
These past few years, we've pushed boundaries,
and I know that hasn't always been painless.
But I appreciate your faith, Mike.
There are people alive today who wouldn't otherwise be
because of our work.
Well, you kept your promise that we could do some good.
Thank you, Mike.
I'll see you tomorrow, Steve.
[door closes]
[door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
He logged into the internal server.
Not sure what he copied,
but we think he's talking to the press.
[distant siren wailing]
[horns honking in distance]
[device clicks]
[clicks]
What's the call?
Convoy's splitting up.
Stay on Horn.
[phone beeps]
[line rings]
[Liz] Yeah?
Since we've been on Horn,
have we ever seen his convoy split up?
Not fucking once. What's up?
I'll let you know.
[engine starts]
[announcer] Attention, all passengers.
Don't forget to use your Clipper Card for traveling.
[announcement continues indistinctly]
I want to be unambiguous about one point.
If Nubellum was doing anything illegal,
it was outside my purview.
If you can't reconcile that with your reporting...
Mike, slow down. I trust you.
It's why I came to you. Come on.
RD-4895 is a nootropic designed to mute the link
between the hippocampus and the amygdala.
It lets the brain encode memory data
without associated combat trauma.
- Combat trauma? Like PTSD? - Yeah. Yeah.
We started developing RD-4895 about two years ago.
Inoculation against PTSD was Horn's baby.
It was his... it was his white whale,
but he froze the project after animal testing.
I didn't understand why at the time.
But then about two months ago,
I noticed some irregularities in our cap table.
- What's a cap table? - Uh, capitalization table.
It's, uh, an accounting document
that itemizes shareholders and their stakes in my company.
Uh, I don't follow. What does this have to do with dead SEALs?
Everything.
[gearshift clicks]
[announcer] Attention, all passengers.
Only the Yellow Line-- Millbrae to Antioch--
will run trains today...
Jesus.
How much are we talking here?
Each tranche is 12, 15 million.
But Ryberg's main interest in Nubellum is RD-4895.
Now, if you think my drug caused tumors
in those SEALs, publish your story tonight.
- We can scuttle the whole deal. - It doesn't work that way.
There's review, editors.
Not to mention time for Treasury,
- Financial Crimes Enforcement... - How long?
This is a crucial piece. You did good.
If you could stall the deal...
[announcer] Attention, passengers to SFO.
San Francisco International Airport train
will be departing in five minutes.
Did you bring your phone?
I left it in the car like you said.
I meant leave it at the office.
Come on. We got to go. Go!
[door opens, closes]
- [silenced gunshot] - [gasps]
[grunts]
[panting]
[trembling breaths]
- [gasping] - [gunshot]
[gasps]
Got to move. Move.
Come on.
[tires squealing]
[Katie groans]
- [coughing, gasping] - [door opens, closes]
[coughs] They knew.
They knew we were meeting.
Hey, breathe, breathe. There you go.
Your heart is racing. Come here. You got to calm down.
You're gonna have to calm down.
The FBI agent, I don't think he's a part of this.
- He could help us. - The FBI is not the play here.
- Drink this. - I'm not thirsty.
You're gonna go into shock if you don't calm down.
You're a war correspondent. Come on.
- You've seen combat before. - [exhales sharply]
I've never been the one with the gun.
[Katie sighs]
Okay. Well, now you have.
Talk to me. Why did Horn come after you?
[Katie gasping]
RD-4895 was an experimental drug
developed by Nubellum Pharmaceuticals.
Its goal was to stop the encoding of trauma
on the brain, effectively preventing PTSD.
It worked in rats, it worked in dogs,
and then Horn rushed it into humans.
And it gave us brain tumors.
If RD-4895 works,
Nubellum Pharmaceuticals is one of
the most valuable companies in the world.
If it fails, all of Horn's investment is worth nothing.
He takes a bath to the tune of 15, 20 billion.
That's why he's rushing to sell right now.
Who else knew?
Two months ago, Horn takes 100 million
out of his shares in Nubellum
and parses them out to a bunch of shell companies.
And what else happened two months ago?
Those shares were payoffs, for Syria, for killing my men.
Reece, you got to let me finish my story.
I got The Atlantic backing this now.
That means every major news outlet's gonna be all over this.
It's...
I need names. The people who could profit. Who?
Well, I-I don't have names. I have companies.
Good. Then give me the company names.
Reece, I need time.
I can reach out to FinCEN, uncover the shareholders.
- No, you won't. - This whole thing's gonna fall apart.
Horn, everybody, they're gonna be crucified.
This isn't about your fucking story.
Names.
Now!
Reece! Come on.
[Katie gasping]
There's a bus station down this alley.
Reece, you're not listening to me.
The men who killed my friends and family
are not going to prison.
Get yourself cleaned up.
If you kill more people, this story dies.
Horn, everybody else, no one's gonna give a shit about them.
It's gonna be your face on the news.
You want people to think you're a fucking terrorist?
Get out of San Francisco, or Horn is gonna kill you.
You end up on the battlefield again, it's not on me.
[engine starts]
[tires squeal]
[cell phone ringing]
[groans]
[sighs]
- [ringing stops] - [phone chimes]
I swear you time your calls just to wake me up.
Yeah, sorry, brother.
Listen, you got access to FinCEN?
I can get it.
I'm gonna send you a list. It's a cap table, Ben.
Everyone in Horn's network who profited from RD-4895.
Shell companies. Can you get me the names?
We are going way past side hustle here.
I make that call, people are gonna ask questions.
Can you get me the names?
Send it.
Fuck.
[Fontana] No one uses the word "defeat" on this one.
We'll circle the wagons without Senator Pryor
and get a new budget back to the House.
You know Lorraine.
She's not one to take a hit and just stay down.
If anything, she... You know what, excuse me.
I remembered there's something I have to take care of.
[clears throat]
[opens drawer]
[closes drawer]
[opens drawer]
[closes drawer]
[rummaging]
Looking for this, Richard?
Kryptex phones in the Pentagon are normal
but only if they run on our network.
You're welcome to a lawyer,
but they'll tell you the same thing.
You should cooperate.
This is Agent Azad, DCIS.
He's isolated payments from Steve Horn to an account
in your mother's name for-- how long was it?
[Azad] Nearly two years, ma'am.
Which is really strange
because I went to Maggie's funeral in 2014.
What did you expect?
You were reshaping a $700 billion budget.
That's my job, Richard.
Lorraine, you know Jessica gutted me in the divorce.
I just wish you were as inept for Horn
as you were for me, you feckless fuck.
But we're gonna use you to send a message.
You want me to play both sides.
Okay. I will.
But I will need to talk to my lawyer.
[Hartley] I don't mean literally.
What we are going to do to you will send a message.
Horn likes to play soldier.
He's got himself a war.
- [water running] - [trembling breaths]
[sniffles]
[sobs softly]
[phone vibrates]
[water stops]
[gasps, sniffs]
[sniffles]
- [takes deep breath] - [line ringing]
[Ben] So, names you suspected were on there:
Marcus Boykin, Saul Agnon both had a piece of the company.
But you might want to take a seat
before these next ones, man.
Listen, I had my guy double-confirm it.
Because these names...
...it changes everything.
Just fucking tell me, Ben.
It was the admiral.
What do you mean?
Pillar's name was on the cap table.
So was Howard's and Commander Cox.
That's WARCOM.
Motherfuckers.
- They pulled all the strings. - That's ridiculous.
The admiral, your command, killed Lauren and Lucy?
Why?
Same reason they all did.
They thought they could get away with it.
I'm making you a shopping list, Liz.
Chemistry equipment.
Some of it, you're gonna I.D. on Craigslist.
I want you tell them that you have a kid in high school
who's crazy about science.
Everything else, spread out.
Multiple shops, multiple towns.
Pay with cash, obviously.
There should be plenty left over from Marco.
We're really gonna build a bomb?
We're gonna build a fucking EFP.
Hey, let's just slow down for a second, okay?
Take some time to process what's going on exactly...
- Liz, I don't have time. - Okay, but let's get Ben up here, then.
- Let's get Ben up here so we can think this through. - Listen to me, listen to me.
- [slams table] - When I came for you in Najaf,
okay, we didn't think.
- Don't... don't you fucking do that. - Ben...
Boozer, Donny, we knew what was right.
Now two of those men are dead because of Horn.
Donny? Donny?
You're talking about Donny Mitchell?
Donny wasn't even in Najaf, Reece.
That kid was in grade school in '07.
That was Raife Hastings.
[Reece sighs]
[knuckles cracking]
[sniffles]
You're right, all right?
Clearly, my memory's a little fucked up.
That doesn't change anything.
We have the names.
We don't need to take 'em alive.
Will you listen to me for a second?
Will you look at me? Will you fucking look at me?
I know you're going through it.
I know you're in the thick of it,
and I'm fucking with you, okay?
I'm with you-- I want Horn dead, too--
but I have no appetite for cutting down civilians
because they picked the wrong time for a Sunday stroll.
That is not who we're fighting.
I need to hear you say it. Do you copy me?
I copy you.
EFPs are incredibly precise.
No civilian casualties.
We need to get it done.
[distant siren wailing]
Keep eyes on the eagle.
The convoy is still parked in the nest.
[Liz] So is half of San Francisco.
You've got way too many bogeys.
[Reece] They'll be clear of the blast.
[Liz] What if they're not?
Reece?
Then I keep driving.
No go. This is on.
Anonymous tip came into every major news network in the city.
Mike Tedesco and two Talos operators
were gunned down at a BART station.
Call SFPD, get units over here.
I want photos on everyone up there,
and run tags on all their vehicles.
- Something's up. - Yes, sir.
- Plano dropped 18% in an hour. - Deal's cooked, right?
[indistinct chatter]
[sighs]
[horns honking]
- [reporter] Excuse me. - [reporter 2] Oh. Excuse me, sir.
Mr. Horn, is it true Mike Tedesco was murdered?
How does it affect Plano's acquisition plans?
You've lost two associates in a matter of weeks.
Any comment?
Look, like you all, I learned about Mike this morning,
and, uh, I'm still quite shaken.
Mike was not only a true friend but a visionary.
He's the very reason I invested in Nubellum.
And as for Saul,
I'm uncertain what I'm at liberty to say,
but I was recently notified that former Navy SEAL James Reece
is suspected in the death of my colleague.
[Mac] Yeah. However many you can send.
And tell SWAT to be on standby.
I wish I was fucking joking. Thanks.
PD's en route. Six minutes out.
[horns honking]
[driver] Come on!
[Tony] With me.
Now.
[Horn] Now, apparently Commander Reece had some sort of
psychotic break related to wartime trauma.
I didn't think much of the warning,
but now given Mike, I, uh, certainly wish
I had given it more credence.
- [horns honking] - [tires squeak]
- [driver clears throat] - [driver 2] Put your signal on!
[driver 3] Hurry up!
Has law enforcement given you
any indication on James Reece's motive?
[reporter 2] What was his association with Mike Tedesco?
[Horn] All I can say is that James Reece is
mentally and emotionally unwell.
It's a sad, though not unsurprising, condition
for a war veteran.
[horns honking]
- Freeze! - Whoa, whoa!
- Don't move! - I'm not. I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.
Now, please, anything else, you'll have to ask the FBI.
[cameras clicking]
[beeps]
[Katie] James Reece didn't kill Mike Tedesco.
- You and your men did. - Whoa.
[quietly] Fuck.
Talos offers security.
They're not hit men, Ms. Buranek.
You think I wasn't aware of you?
Come on, move.
I know you tested RD-4895 on Navy SEALs,
and I know those tests caused tumors,
so you had them murdered.
It's all in my story.
If you try to take me out, everyone will know the truth.
Your fucking deal's about to fall apart.
Move, goddamn it.
I closed the deal yesterday, Ms. Buranek.
Given what happened with Mike, it seemed...
indecent to make the announcement today.
Drive! Drive!
- Move! Move! - [tires squeal]
[people screaming]
[panicked shouting]
- Get out, get out! - [gasping]
Perimeter up around the principal!
- Come on! - [panicked shouting]
- Go, go, go! Go! - Go.
[gasping]
- [gunshots] - [groans]
[panicked shouting]
Put this on. Put it on!
- Be fucking careful. - Hey, listen,
you fucking fanboy, time to nut up.
[man] Light him up!
[people screaming]
Time to go! Get up!
[panicked shouting]
[grunts]
[groans]
[panting] Please.
Please stop. Please.
[siren wailing]
[Reece] Got him, Liz. Meet at rendezvous point Zulu.
[Liz] Reece, where are you? What the hell happened?
Zulu, 20 minutes. Go.
Get out of the car.
Move!
- Move. Move. - Okay. Okay.
[engine starts]
[tires screech]
[sirens blaring]