02x04 - The Dark End of the Street

[bunniefuu]

- Previously on "sh**t"...
- Why are you doing this?

- We work for you!
- Waheed...

She just told her son to be quiet.

She called him Waheed.

I say we bug out
before this goes sideways.

I'm not defending
Pablo Escobar's summer home.

We sure about this?

We b*rned $ million
worth of CIA dope.

You don't think there's gonna be
some blowback?

She's coming with us
for more questioning.

Your orders were to hold her

until we came and got her, dumbass.

[g*ns cock]

Leave, or my guys bury you

- in the sand outside the gate.
- Let's go.

Guard the chapel,
even after they're gone.

I'm doing research on Afghani heroin

and came across an article
written by a reporter of yours.

Jeffrey Denning?

Jeffrey Denning doesn't have a story.

If you talk to him, he will.

[tense music]

[gasps]

- Kevin!
- [screams]

[panting]

Mary! I told you not to touch
the hot stove.

♪ ♪

- [neck snaps]
- [grunts]

The CIA's gonna go into damage control.

I had to protect
the rest of the organization.

Which is why I'm trying to clean it up.

- [g*n fires]
- Someone is hunting .

I'm serious, brother.
I don't need any help.

Get back to your car.

- [g*nshots]
- [groans]

[g*nsh*t]

They k*lled Lin.

I'm sorry to hear that,

but I'm not working with you.

You're gonna need my help.

Let him through!

[engine revs]

Ali, Kevin, time to roll.

Bring out the mullah's wife.

Roger that.

[rock music plays over radio]

Man, tell me again
why a heroin dealer's wife

rates a UN escort
and a three-car convoy?

That's above my pay grade, Dobbs.

Copy that.

Captain Johnson...

- Good to see you.
- Good to see you too.

Hey, thanks.

Brass thought she'd be safer off base.

Happy to help. You about ready to go?

- Just about.
- [mouths]

♪ ♪

All right, y'all, be careful out there.

I'll have the QRF standing by,

in case this little carpool
goes sideways.

Oh, that's funny. How many sexual favors

did you have to pull
to get TOC duty on this?

- [laughter]
- I don't know. Captain?

- Two or three.
- Two or three.

Damn, that's fewer than usual.

You must've tore that booty up.

Well, they do call me the Nailer.

- Both: Oh!
- [chuckles]

Hey, easy day. Back before chow.

- Copy that.
- [mumbling]

Captain Johnson...

This is Dr. Wydra,
just in from East Timor.

He'll be riding with us.

- Ah, glad to have you.
- Glad to be here.

All right, boys, let's saddle up.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[engines revving]

[upbeat rock music]

♪ ♪

♪ Baby, I know that you look good ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Everybody telling me that I should ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Well, I don't need to know
that I could ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Baby, I see you looking my way ♪

♪ ♪

♪ You look cute ♪

♪ Darling, what can I say ♪

♪ But it's gonna take more than that ♪

♪ To take you away ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ ♪

Hold up, Corporal.

♪ ♪

- Delta , all clear.
- What the hell is this?

- Roger that.
- He looks hurt.

- What do you think?
- I'm not sure.

- Keep your eyes peeled.
- Roger that.

[engine shuts off]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Everything okay?

Some jackass crashed his motorcycle.

Nothing to worry about.

♪ ♪

So much for the cakewalk.

, watch your speed out there.

♪ ♪

You okay?

♪ ♪

Ambush!

[dramatic music]

[dog barking]

[ominous music]

[sports announcer speaking over radio]

♪ ♪

[phone beeping]

♪ ♪

Oh, that's it, you got this.

♪ ♪

[indistinct]

♪ ♪

Oh, no, God damn it.

You piece of sh*t!

Oh, you piece of sh*t.

♪ ♪

Yeah, I'm sorry, brother.
I know you guys were close.

Yeah, I've talked to Tio already.

They're bringing her back stateside.

I'll check in
as soon as I know something.

All right, bye.

It's gonna be okay.

Why is everyone being so quiet?

'Cause we save all our talking
for you, Mouse.

[chuckles]

I just haven't had
my morning coffee yet.

Hey, here you go.

It's the good stuff
I brought from Europe.

Can I have coffee?

That is a big fat negative, Stapler.

Why not?

Because we gotta get you to school.

Come on, let's go. When you get home,

you can have a big huge cup
of hot chocolate.

- [gasps] With marshmallows?
- Of course.

- Like a million.
- Okay.

[chuckles] Come on, let's go.

All right, come say bye.

Oh, I can drop Mary off.

- [grunts]
- Uh, you're sure?

- Mm-hmm.
- Ready?

Thanks, Estella, that would be great.

- Have a great day, sweetie.
- Okay.

Bye, Mousie, I love you.

I love you.

Is it even safe for her to go to school?

Yes.

- Absolutely.
- Yes was reassuring.

Absolutely, not so much.

Honey, I know you're scared,

but you gotta trust me.

[phone trills]

[soft ambient music]

[solemn music]

- What's that?
- It's a barn door.

Gotta be that latch
I've been meaning to fix.

I'm gonna go check it out.

♪ ♪

[gasps softly] _

♪ ♪

Great.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[phone jingles]

♪ ♪

_

[sighs] _

♪ ♪

Look, I'm not asking you
to make peace with me,

- but we need each other.
- [scoffs]

- Man, do you hear yourself?
- All I know is I lost

the most important thing
in this world to me.

And now with Dobbs...

You're a good enough marine to know

you can't win this fight on your own.

How's the latch coming along?

What in the hell is he doing here?

I'm just trying to make this
nightmare go away once and for...

- You gotta be sh1tting me.
- Look...

I'm speaking to my husband, all right?

A broken latch? I mean, can I
believe anything that you say?

Sweetheart, I didn't wanna
get you more upset and...

Solid plan.

I'm gonna fix this,

and we won't ever have to see him again.

- [g*ns f*ring]
- Jesus Christ!

Talis! Talis! On the hill!

Get down! Get down!

Move!

- [groans]
- Smith's hit!

RPG!

[expl*si*n booms]

- [g*ns f*ring]
- Watch it!

Time to earn your pay, boys.

[g*ns f*ring]

- Oh!
- I've got five men at my : .

Make that six.

- [g*ns f*ring]
- [groans]

Take cover!

Get down! Stay in the car!

Stay down!

[g*ns f*ring]

Stay down! Get down!

We've got three Talis on the ridge-line

- prepping a mortar.
- Stop talking about 'em

and start sh**ting at 'em!

[g*ns f*ring]

Stay down. It will be okay.

Jesus Christ!

[g*ns f*ring]

Ali, mind your a*mo.

[g*ns f*ring]

Copy that!

[g*ns f*ring]

That's that truck driving
son of a bitch.

- Nail him!
- Oh!

You're all clear!

[ominous music]

[groans, wheezes]

She's been hit!

Close the g*dd*mn door! Stay in the car!

Help, please!

Son of a bitch!

[b*ll*ts clanking]

- Damn it!
- [g*ns f*ring]

- [groaning]
- Help, please!

[g*ns f*ring]

Go, go, go! I got you covered!

[g*ns f*ring] _

_

- Nailed it!
- Mind your a*mo.

Jesus Christ, they just keep coming!

[g*ns f*ring]

Donny, keep your head down.

What the hell are you doing?

She's dead.

Get down!

You k*lled her.

[tense music swells]

Check for stragglers.

Watch for IEDs.

It is my fault.

I opened the door. I thought...

Calm down. Tell me what happened.

I panicked. I opened it

and a b*llet came through and hit her.

She had no pulse when I got here.

- Fenn?
- I don't know what to say.

There was no incoming fire at
the time the doc says she got...

Of course there was.
The b*llet could not get there...

Please, Doc, one at a time.

- You sure?
- I'm sure.

She didn't get hit by no b*llet.

[tense music]

The wound was too messed up to be sure.

♪ ♪

- RPG!
- Hold fire.

Stand down! Stand down!

- He said RPG.
- Did you get a PID?

Give me the badge.

- I need that.
- I ain't done with you, Doc.

There's some shady sh*t going on here.

We're gonna get to the bottom of it.

Give me my ID...

Hey, you might wanna rethink that, Doc.

Your man took my ID.

And as you know,
the UN is considered protected.

I don't wanna hear it.

She rode with you, and now she's dead.

And my boys aren't taking a hit.

It's over.

Load the body up, give it to the UN.

Let's get the hell out of here.

[ominous music]

Let's go. Move 'em out.

Dr. Wydra, you're riding with me.

Let's go, Doc.

♪ ♪

Guys, let's go.

Never should've b*rned that heroin.

♪ ♪

[phone buzzes]

♪ ♪

I'll be done here soon.

It should not take them long to find me.

♪ ♪

Hey, I know it's not really my business,

but she'll come around.

It's not you she's mad at.
It's the life.

A, this wasn't our life

until you came into it.

B, you and I are not friends.

We don't make small talk,

and you sure as sh*t
don't give me marital advice.

- What are we doing here?
- You're not doing anything.

Both slugs match. Straight up g*n fight.

Not that it matters,
but your boy got off a headshot

after taking one in the chest.

That's not easy.

That's it?

Location doesn't seem off to you?

Look, we get three
cartel murders a month up here,

mostly infighting.

And it sucks when it happens
to a good man,

but, um, this case open and shut.

- [sighs]
- Look, I'm real sorry, Bob Lee,

but I'd be lying if I said
investigating would do any good.

All right, well, for argument's sake,

if you were to look into it,

where would be
the first place you'd look?

♪ ♪

They got no issue k*lling cops, Bob Lee.

♪ ♪

Ain't gonna be no different
with a w*r hero.

I appreciate the concern,

but Dobbs was my brother.

♪ ♪

There's a neighborhood,

if you can call it that,

out off Highway .

You'll know the house when you see it.

Thank you.

Bob Lee...

they're packing m*llitary grade.

Be careful.

♪ ♪

Noted.

♪ ♪

[beeping]

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

[click]

Julie?

Hey.

Just, uh, doing inventory.

Bob Lee has so many,
you can never be too safe.

♪ ♪

- What?
- [g*n cocks]

I thought we didn't touch that safe.

[chuckles] I know
how to handle g*ns, Estella.

Of course, uh, it was just surprising.

I... I've never seen Bob Lee
play with them like that.

I wasn't playing.

Have you ever talked to anyone
about what happened last year?

♪ ♪

I'm fine.

Have you had a chance
to clean Mary's playroom yet?

♪ ♪

I've known you a long time now,

and the woman I see
is not the woman I once knew.

You're jumpy and you snap at Mary.

You're saying I have PTSD?

I'm just saying
you should talk to someone.

Well, we don't have PTSD
in this house, Estella.

I mean, Bob Lee and... and Mary and I,

we move on.

- It's just what we do.
- [doorbell buzzes]

Hello? I got a delivery.

I appreciate your concern.

♪ ♪

Hi, can you please just leave it
at the front door?

You got it.

♪ ♪

I have to run an errand.

Do you mind picking up
Mary again, please?

♪ ♪

Of course.

Thanks.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic tone]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]
- You're late.

Yeah, well, you said no pockets.

I had to go buy this.
Everything I own has pockets.

You wanted to talk.

I know you're working on a story

about a heroin ring in Afghanistan.

I have some information
you might be interested in.

And what do you want in return?

Protection for a friend? A marine.

I want his name out of your story.

- See what I can do.
- All right.

It is true that a rogue agent
of the CIA named Hugh Meachum

had took over the Russian Orel
operation back in .

This story's bigger than Hugh Meachum.

You know, when he disappeared,

he left a lot of unanswered questions.

He didn't disappear; he d*ed a year ago.

And when he did,
the operation d*ed with him.

It's over.

You don't know sh*t, lady.
This is a waste of my time.

Wait, wait.

Are you saying that the op
is still active?

[solemn music]

You ever heard of
a rare earth mining company

called Gravity Metals?

No, should I?

♪ ♪

You recognize this man?

Waheed Sakir.

I read he d*ed in Frankfurt this week.

It doesn't exactly look like
he's on the, uh,

corporate fast track.

He's just the son of
an Afghani poppy farmer.

Then why did Gravity Metals transfer him

to their headquarters in Germany?

I don't know. Sounds like something

Meachum would've pulled
to keep the kid quiet.

But if Meachum d*ed last year,

then why was Waheed transferred
two months ago?

♪ ♪

- How did you get that?
- Oh, no way.

- You haven't told me anything.
- Well, what do you need?

Why don't you show me how good
your access in clearance are

and find out why Waheed was transferred.

♪ ♪

What do you see?

These dudes sure like their g*ns.

We could set up overwatch there.

All right, you cover me; I'll go in.

I don't have any family,

and you're a better sh*t anyways.

All right, but don't draw your w*apon.

Let me handle it.

[dark ambient music]

♪ ♪

[Latin hip-hop music playing over radio]

[man rapping in Spanish]

♪ ♪

You lost?

Not really.

Just looking for a little information.

Library's down the street, homes.

I don't think the librarian
knows where the Fantasma Cartel

stashes assassins
when they come to town.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [g*n fires]
- Ah!

- [g*n fires]
- Mierda!

♪ ♪

- What the fu...?
- You got g*ns; I got g*ns.

Like I said, I'm just looking
for a little info.

♪ ♪

Don't know about no assassins.

I run a home car repair shop.

You got a car that needs repair?

Otherwise, get the fu... out of here.

- [g*ns cock]
- That's some real nice ink.

Kinda artsy.

It'd be a shame if it ended up
all over the floor.

Stupid son of a bitch.

♪ ♪

[g*n f*ring]

- Ah!
- [groans]

Where can I find this guy?

He's white; just got to town recently.

Jose!

_

_

Ah, sounds like you got
your nephew k*lled

- when you sent him to him.
- He's the fu... ing devil.

[solemn percussive music]

♪ ♪

[engine ignites, revs]

Trailer park by the on-ramp to Route .

- What the hell was that?
- Got what we needed.

Do you wanna die?

We're not friends. What do you care?

♪ ♪

Coming in hot. Got a wounded man here.

Get the MPF ready.

Y'all okay? Anybody hit in here?

- We're good in here.
- Over here!

Smith caught one on the shoulder.

Get him out of there.
Come on, get him out of there.

I'm not crazy.

I saw it with my own eyes.
That's my proof.

Really? You really think
that's gonna fly

in an after-action?

While you were under heavy fire,

you were able to discern that the UN doc

was purposely trying to k*ll that lady?

Captain, with all due respect,
you don't treat a g*nsh*t wound

by putting your hand inside
and then pulling it open.

I'm not questioning your logic;

- I'm questioning your accuracy.
- Guys, hold up,

- what... what's going on?
- I saw what I saw,

and that's exactly
how I'm gonna write it up.

Great, I look forward to redacting it.

Dismissed.

[sighs]

What the hell went on?

I have no clue.

[dark ambient music]

It's the green and white one.

No car, no trash.

It's probably bugged out.

Or he knows we're coming.

♪ ♪

No, no one's trying
to pull a fast one here.

Sure, absolutely.

It's called expediting things, though,

and, you know, there's a fee for that.

No, no, no, no, that's...
that's just called business.

Yeah. [laughs]

Hey, let me call you back.

I'm Toby Sloane. And you are?

Agent Memphis.

I'm investigating
someone named Waheed Sakir,

in connection with last week's
terror att*ck in Frankfurt.

I see. Uh, how can I help you?

Well, he was moved from
Afghanistan to Frankfurt

about two months ago.

By this company...

I was hoping to look at his file.

- His file?
- Yeah.

I'm just trying to understand
how someone like Waheed,

who had no skills
or training of any kind,

got help from a place like this.

You must be aware that
for that kinda thing,

you'll need a warrant.

Can I ask what exactly do you do here?

Gravity Metals is a multi-commodity

mining and exploration company

with a focus on rare earth minerals.

- Which ones?
- Excuse me?

Which rare earth minerals
do you focus on?

- [chuckles]
- What's your title, Toby?

- Okay, Miss...
- It's Agent.

Agent Memphis,
I'm really pretty busy here,

so if you require
any further assistance,

I suggest you get a warrant.

Okay, well, thanks for your time.

Mm-hm.

♪ ♪

[g*nshots]

[soft ambient music]

♪ ♪

[dark ambient music]

♪ ♪

[g*nshots]

♪ ♪

Thanks, Mrs. Swagger.

- I'll see you next week.
- Sounds good.

- Thanks, Gary.
- All right.

♪ ♪

All right.

I see two avenues
have approached from the north.

There's been no movement
in over an hour.

How long you wanna wait this out?

Until we get eyes on him.

We dropped fire on this assh*le,

he didn't even move.

This could take weeks.

We may not ever have eyes on him.

We're a couple hundred yards away

from arguably the best sh*t
in the world.

I'm not going in blind because
you have a patience problem.

[chuckles] Yeah, I get it.

You get what?

You're calling the sh*ts now.
It must feel pretty good.

I'm not calling sh*t.

[sighs] Listen, man,
I'm sorry you lost your wife.

I'm just trying to keep the same
thing from happening to me.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

[gasps softly]

♪ ♪

You sure this is the same office?

Positive.

[phone rings]

Gravity Metals?

Yeah, the copier's ready for pick up.

♪ ♪

What the hell just happened?

We found something we shouldn't have.

They shut it down.

- Who's they?
- I don't know,

but it would help if I knew
who your source was.

♪ ♪

[tense music swells]

♪ ♪

You gotta go somewhere and lay low.

What about you?

There's someone I gotta talk to.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Oh, sh*t, he's there.

sh*t, here we go.

♪ ♪

Isaac...

You... [grunts] He's just baiting us!

♪ ♪

[dogs barking]

Isaac!

God damn it, Isaac!

Isaac, stop!

♪ ♪

[g*nshots]

- Get down!
- [woman screams]

[g*nshots]

[ominous music]

[g*nshots]

♪ ♪

[dramatic tone]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[g*nshots]

♪ ♪

[glass shatters]

[g*nshots]

♪ ♪

[g*nshots]

♪ ♪

Oh, God.

♪ ♪

Isaac, get back!

- [g*nsh*t]
- [expl*si*n booms]

[high-pitched ringing]

[dramatic music]

[door opens]

♪ ♪

Jesus Christ!

Man, I'm outta here!

[grunting]

[wallops, grunts]

♪ ♪

[arm snaps] Ah!

[groans]

♪ ♪

[engine ignites, revs]

♪ ♪

- [screams]
- Watch it! Watch it!

[tires screech]

[g*nshots]

[mumbles] sh*t.

[g*nshots] Cease fire!

There's people over there!

[g*nshots]

[g*nsh*t]

Damn it.

[tires screech]

[dark ambient music]

[yelps]

♪ ♪

[groaning, panting]

♪ ♪

[yells] Ow...

[groans, pants]

♪ ♪

[groaning]

♪ ♪

- [arm snaps]
- [groans]

[yelling]

♪ ♪

[groans]

♪ ♪

[distressed breathing]

♪ ♪

Better hope the battalion commander

doesn't do a spot check. [chuckles]

Who you think gave me the bottle?

[chuckles] Of course.

- Speak, Marine.
- All right.

Donny's been my spotter for three years.

I love the guy, but I keep him around

'cause he's got the best eyes
of any spotter I've ever seen.

If he says he saw something,

he saw something.

I know.

So you think he might be onto something?

Do I think an errant b*llet
went through the cr*ck of a door

and hit that woman's carotid artery?

Improbable.

We gotta talk to that UN doctor.

I can't.

He's gone.

- Transferred?
- Disappeared.

[solemn music]

sh*t.

♪ ♪

This thing, man,

this is like Plutonium.

♪ ♪

I write this report,

I'm basically accusing the UN

of taking out a witness
to a CIA-run heroin ring.

♪ ♪

Now I know why you broke out
the good stuff.

♪ ♪

But it's just a report, man.

It's an account of
what happened out there today;

the facts.

Nobody's asking you
to make any accusations.

How they choose to interpret it

is their business.

[chuckles]

You really think it's that easy, huh?

It's not?

Boy, I would love to be
Bob Lee Swagger for a day.

♪ ♪

Yeah, I know.

[chuckles]

Julie?

Hi, Father.

It's good to see you.

I heard you and Bob Lee were caught up

in that Frankfurt att*ck.

You all have been in my prayers.

Thank you.

It was awful, but it's behind us.

Hm, is that so?

In my experience, I find
v*olence is hard to shake.

I also find that, uh,

talking can be more helpful
than lighting candles.

Hm?

[sighs] I just...

I feel on edge all the time.

I mean, even when I do things
that I... I love,

I just always feel like
something awful is gonna happen.

Of course, nothing gets to Bob Lee.

Okay, first,

what you are going through is...

is normal, is healthy even.

And Bob Lee isn't Superman.

Yeah.

You're right. He's just...

really good at hiding
all of his emotions.

Well, he's not unique in that.

I've known plenty
who have mastered that skill.

[exhales calmly]

Bob Lee has a road to walk.

And so do you.

Sometimes, you travel together;
sometimes, apart.

The important thing

is that you end up in the same place.

[groaning]

- You sh*t me.
- In your chest plate.

You're lucky that's all I did.

- I had him.
- Like hell you had him.

- How many fingers I got up, huh?
- [groans]

That's what I thought.
You pull that sh*t again,

I'll k*ll you in half a heartbeat.

Always gotta be the hero, huh?

I'm not trying to be anybody's hero.

You did this.

You're completely out of control.

[groans]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Change of plans.

I'll be staying a little longer.

♪ ♪

Just like old times.

I met with Denning,
that reporter I told you about.

Yep.

He's scared, and rightfully so.

Took some work, but I managed
to get a name from him.

His source was Kurt Zehnder.

- Zehnder?
- I loved the guy,

but they say he hasn't been
doing too well

the last few years.

Yeah, Denning said he might've
had some mental health issues,

but apparently everything
he brought him checked out.

All that was left
was the transfer of a file

he swore would corroborate everything.

What happened?

Zehnder used a courier
to get the file to Denning,

but the courier never showed.

A week later, Zehnder committed su1c1de,

and that's when Denning
went underground.

What the hell did Zehnder have
in that file?

I don't know yet, but I did some digging

and he's got a storage facility
under a false name.

We're gonna go check it out.

But there's something else.

When I got back from Frankfurt,
I had the Bureau's artist

render an image of the guy
from the hotel room.

He was posing as
a German police officer.

I found him in Bob Lee's room.

Does this face mean anything to you?

[tense music]

Looks like the UN doctor
from Afghanistan.

And it looks like
the guy who did this to me.

- [yells]
- Solotov...

sh*t, Donny was right.

Solotov k*lled the mullah's wife,

'cause she knew about the heroin.

Now he's coming after us.

But why now?

We found that stuff six years ago.

It's possible someone got wind
of Denning's story.

Meachum was skimming off the top
to run rogue black ops.

No telling how many hands
were in that pot.

I met a guy in prison last year,

Alexi Prosovich,
he's Russian Mafia, dialed in.

Maybe he knows something.

Let's pay him a visit.

Okay, well, the thing
we have to figure out

is who hired Solotov.

How do we know it wasn't Gregson?

She'd been trying to clean up

that Meachum fallout for years.

Patricia's whole MO is
border and containment.

You should know.

If she wanted to silence the ,

there are much quieter ways of doing it.

Someone else is pulling the strings.

We find Solotov, we find the answers.

Let's just hope
he doesn't find us first.

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