01x03 - Kandahar

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(GASPING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SNIFFLES)

(CONTINUES BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BUCKET CLATTERS)

I get it, Frank.

I get it.

Guys like us, paranoia is
second nature. I get that.

You're wondering if I'm some kind of
a decoy to lure you out. (SNIFFLES)

I'm not. I'm not. It's safe here.

So no need for any of this
Marathon Man stuff.

It's definitely safe, okay?

You don't need to
interrogate a man

that's waited months
just to talk to you.

Oh, come on.

(CHUCKLES)

I get it.

I get it.
You wanna... (GASPS, CHUCKLES)

You're trying to
intimidate me.

And I'm not like, uh...
reassuring you, or...

Are you...

You know, you risk
botulism doing that.

- You always talk this much?
- (CHUCKLING)

I guess I talk
when I'm nervous.

Well, guess you're not
as stupid as you look.

(ALARM BLARING)

- What is that?
- sh*t.

(SIGHS)

Okay.

Okay, this place is rigged.

What do you mean it's
rigged? What is that?

It means, I don't type a code
into the central terminal, then...

kaboom.

That alarm means
we got three minutes

before it gets
awful warm in here.

- Ah, no. That's bullshit.
- Do I look like I'm lying to you?

- You really wanna take that risk?
- What's the password?

Only takes a retinal scan.

What? You really wanna
die together?

Come on!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

Come on!

Ninety seconds.
We're both gonna die

feeling pretty stupid here,
you know that?

Oh, you...

Come on!

- I'm gonna say it one time...
- Are you gonna help me out?

- Oh, yeah. No bullshit.
- Yeah?

- (GROANING)
- I'm warning you.

(MICRO BREATHING HEAVILY)

I forgot it was...
I forgot it was there!

- What is that? What is that?
- I forgot it was there!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

- Nice and easy, Lieberman.
- Okay... (MUTTERING)

Hey, what are you doing?

- What are you doing?
- Retinal scan.

- Go on.
- (GRUNTS)

(BEEPING)

- Disable it.
- I can't! It's hardwired.

Piece of sh*t.

All right.

Oh, are we still doing
this? Come on. (GROANS)

- Yup.
- (COUGHING)

We are most definitely
still doing this.

(GASPS) You're an idiot. You
don't know a g*dd*mn thing.

The same people that
k*lled you, k*lled me.

- Is that right?
- (YELLS)

- Start talking.
- (GRUNTS)

You know, I got an idea, man.

Why don't you get me
some pants? (SNIFFLES)

Yeah. I could make us some tea.

We could do this like... (GROANING)

Yeah. Does that hurt?

- (MICRO GRUNTING)
- Oh, yeah. I get it.

(MICRO SPITS)

That's just stimuli.
You're reacting to it.

You get used to that.

Pain. You can get used to pain,
Lieberman. You can adjust to it.

You can adjust to
pretty much anything.

Just as long as there's routine,
right?

Routine. Human mind,
it craves it. Needs it.

But if you take that away,
that...

That's when you start to
lose your sh*t.

When you take away
day and night and food.

No water, no patterns.

You know what's crazy, Lieberman?

Even though you know
what's happening...

I'm telling you that it's happening...
Even though you know it...

rationalizing it won't do sh*t.

People think that t*rture is pain.
It's not pain.

It's time.

It's time to slowly realize
that your life, it's over.

It's over, Lieberman.
Now all you got is the nightmare.

You and me, we got time.

(SNIFFLES)

I was a, uh...
NSA analyst. (SCOFFS)

I was working on Afghanistan
intelligence, which, uh...

Maybe you know it's just
an oxymoron because, uh...

our basic tactic is to pay
anyone we can to tell tales.

You know?

"Hey, kid. Tell me a story, I'll
give you some money." (CHUCKLES)

So they did, you know? (SNIFFLES)

And, uh... (LAUGHS) my job was to,
uh...

assess this sh*t pile

for, uh,
actionable intelligence.

It was a monumental waste of
my time.

Till one day, uh...

they sent me something interesting.

SARAH: I just don't understand.
What is that disk?

Why did they send it to you?

I'm the analyst.
That's what they're meant to do.

They send me actual,
real intelligence

and then I, you know, I assess it
and decide how to deal with it.

It's actually... I could do my job
for the first time in five years.

But you should... You should
give it to your section chief.

Pass it up the line of
command so it's not on you.

If he buries it?
What then?

- Then that's on them.
- ZACH: Mom, did you get juice?

Yeah, honey. Yeah, come in here.
I'll get you some.

If you go around
the chain of command,

neither of us is naive about
what it could mean.

- Should I get a cup?
- Yeah, yeah, get a cup.

- Hey, Leo, you want some juice, honey?
- LEO: Yes, please.

SARAH: All right, you guys,
get into your pj's. Time for bed.

ZACH: I finished my homework.

SARAH: Oh, your father will
look at it before you go to sleep.

- All right.
- LEO: Thanks.

- SARAH: Go. Go.
- ZACH: Thank you.

- To bed.
- ZACH: Love you. Good night.

- LEO: Love you.
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night, baby.

- I really wanna do the right thing here.
- Mmm-hmm.

You want me
to tell you it's okay

so that if this all blows up,
it won't be your fault.

David, I just... (SIGHS)

I can't do that.

You know,
everything that we teach

them about being
good human beings...

that's what this
comes down to.

This is why
I took this job.

This is why we are here
and I'm not...

- writing apps in Silicon Valley.
- (SIGHS)

How am I supposed to look
these guys in the eye,

knowing that I didn't have
the guts to do the right thing?

Look, hey... hey.

Come here.

- Mmm.
- (SIGHS)

You do...
what you think you should.

Hmm.

(MAN SPEAKING PASHTO)

- (HORNS HONKING)
- Your turn, Dad! Dad?

David.

Oh, sorry, you guys. Um...

- Is it a quadruped?
- What's a...

Four-legged animal. A quadruped.
- You know that.

Sorry. Uh, yes.

Okay, so we got a
non-jungle-dwelling quadruped.

- Vegetarian.
- Four-legged vegetarian animal

- that does not live in the jungle.
- (HORNS HONKING)

- And...
- (SIGHS) This is painful.

- Are we gonna be late?
- SARAH: No.

No. No, no, no. We should
be fine, you guys. I think.

Everyone has the same idea we do.

LEO: I wanna make it there in time.

Make it to that haunted house,
before the line.

- Stay in the car.
- SARAH: What?

- MICRO: No matter what happens.
- What are you doing? Babe?

- ZACH: Dad? Dad?
- SARAH: What are you doing?

- What are you doing?
- Stay in the car.

Understand?
Stay in the car.

- Stay in the car. I'll be right back.
- ZACH: Dad?

David!

Don't move!

Lieberman,
get on the ground! Now!

Look, this is a mistake,
all right?

Whatever your orders, I'm not
a criminal. I'm an NSA analyst.

- (WOMAN SCREAMS)
- Get down!

- I'm an NSA analyst!
- He's got a w*apon!

No, I don't.
No, no, no, no, no!

- That's not true!
- David?

MICRO: This is a mistake, okay?
This is a mistake.

Sarah, go.

- David!
- Drop the w*apon!

- MICRO: Sarah!
- OFFICER: On your knees!

- MICRO: No, no, no.
- SARAH: David!

No, no, no! Sarah, go!

- SARAH: David!
- Go, go, go, go!

No!

- (GROANS)
- (SARAH SCREAMING) No!

No! No!

Cell phone saved my life.

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

I went underground.

They, uh, rewrote the narrative.

Planted evidence,
painted me as a traitor.

Picked my life apart.

Made life hell for Sarah.
For our kids.

FRANK: You know,
she said you were brave.

- MICRO: Hmm.
- Brave and stupid.

And here I am, tied butt naked
to a chair. So, uh...

Yeah.

- Are we still doing this?
- (SIGHS)

Yeah.

- Could I at least have a glass of water?
- (CHUCKLES)

Autopsy report.

- Unless Wolf sh*t himself in the leg...
- Hmm.

Busted his own face
and broke his own neck,

I think it's fair to say that
we're looking at m*rder here.

- God.
- Well, t*rture, then m*rder, to be exact.

I think the k*ller
came down the chimney.

Motion detectors
never picked him up.

Wolf comes home, turns off the
alarm and bam! The guy hits him.

- So we're looking for Bad Santa?
- (CHUCKLES)

The press knows he's dead.

No statements. Not yet.

This is going to be
a jurisdictional cockfight.

NYPD and FBI?

They're both already
trying to jump onboard.

Screw 'em.

He was one of us.

(HUMMING)

Why you gotta be so quiet?
Like a damn cat.

I could tie a bell
around my neck

or something,
if that'd help you out.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah, you do that.

- Want some coffee? It's fresh-brewed.
- Sure.

So, what brings you down here?

Personal delivery.

Thank you.

I'm honored, Mr. Russo, sir.

- Kiss my ass, Curtis.
- (CHUCKLES)

So, uh... how's it
all going here, anyway?

Ah, you know, it's good.
Your money pays the rent.

(GRUNTS) Keeps the homeless
guys in coffee and soup.

And occasionally, we
talk about being a vet.

(CHUCKLES) It helps.

Some of them, I think.

They keep coming back so that
must mean something, right?

You always were good at
putting people back together.

You should stay. See
what you're paying for.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

- Yeah. Yeah, I don't need that.
- Which is why you should stay.

It'd be good for
these guys to see

someone like them who
made a second life.

I'd feel guilty that
I got out in time.

These guys, they...
they got problems that I don't.

I'm way too selfish
to do what you do.

There's nothing selfish about this.

It means a lot.

- So how's business?
- Pretty good, actually. As you ask.

A mover and a shaker.

- A man of wealth and taste.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

You always knew
you were destined to

do greater things,
I'll give you that.

- (CHUCKLES)
- What?

I just... I can't tell if you
think that's a good thing or not.

No, I... I'm proud of you.
I really am.

You know there's always
a job for you at Anvil.

- Instructor's job.
- (CHUCKLES)

You're still the best corpsman
I ever saw.

Hell, I bet you'd have
stitched your...

own damn leg back on,
given a chance.

(CHUCKLES) Hell, yeah.
If you could find it.

But is that why
you're here?

We still good for
tomorrow night?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be there.

Good.

You should come work with me, Curtis.

You know I'd look after you.

Yeah, I'm sure.

But I got out in time, too.
Even if it did cost me a leg.

I ain't got
no plans on going back.

Guess that makes us
the lucky ones.

(GASPING)

(GRUNTING)

- (BREATHING HEAVILY)
- Who's coming, Lieberman, huh?

I know someone's coming.
Tell me who it is.

- No, no, no, someone's coming.
- Nobody's coming.

- I don't believe you survived on your own.
- Yeah?

Tell me who it is.

I survived for the same
reason that you survived.

'Cause I'm good at this stuff.

I know that
it makes it easier for you

if you make me the enemy,
but I'm not.

Hey...

I'm the only friend
you have, Frank.

Hey!

I'm the only friend
you have, Frank.

Hey!

(WATER RUNNING)

If somebody was coming,
who would it be?

ORANGE: Success here is
a matter of perspective.

It can't be measured in
battles won or land claimed.

Gentlemen, I'm here
to offer you freedom.

To wage the w*r that must be
waged to finally win this thing.

What we will do is
dirty and tough,

but it will speed an end of this
w*r and safeguard our nation.

Major Schoonover.

You were all handpicked 'cause
you're the best at what you do.

Inter-unit rivalry
has no place here.

Berets, Delta, SEALs, Force Recon...
I don't give a sh*t.

This is who we are now.

This is Operation Cerberus...

and you are my dogs of w*r.

The enemy operates without
regard to honor or rules.

So neither will we.

Our mission is simple.

We capture, interrogate and
execute high-value targets.

Sounds like the Phoenix Program.

Do we have a problem
with that, gentlemen?

Not if Congress doesn't.

They're fine with it.

I'm the only authority you
will need. I point, you sh**t.

Castle and Russo are team leaders.
They'll post all assignments.

Any questions?

Sir... does this mean that
Ann-Margret's not coming?

(ALL CHUCKLING)

I mean...

- FRANK: Jackass...
- (BILLY CHUCKLES)

Play any Kenny Rogers
on that thing?

(SCOFFS) Well, it's, uh...
it's not really my speed.

Gunner Henderson.

You're leading my team.
I've heard good things.

Yeah, likewise.
Jack Kimber, he's a friend.

He calls you the best
breacher he ever saw.

I'm excited to
watch you work.

All here to serve the
Lord's will, my friend.

Hmm. Fair enough.

We're the sword of the righteous.
Our aim must be true.

"Righteousness keepeth him
that is upright in the way,

but wickedness overthroweth
the sinner." It's Proverbs 13:6.

Okay.

(CHUCKLES)

- Your face. I'm messing with you, boss.
- (CHUCKLES)

- All right, man. Nice to meet you.
- All right, man. You, too.

- He seems fun.
- Oh, yeah.

(GRUNTS)

How's, uh...
how's your team look?

Ready for bear.

Hey, you notice that
our fearless...

leader didn't even
give us a name?

Yeah.

Heard some of the guys
call him Agent Orange.

- I like that.
- Do you?

What, you don't trust him?

Ours is not to reason why,
Frankie boy.

Ours is but to do or die.

That's from a poem about
a bunch of guys...

who got their asses handed to 'em
on the back of bad intel, right?

- You are sh1tting me.
- sh*t you not.

- You read a poem?
- (DRY CHUCKLE)

- Billy, you're so funny, man.
- (CHUCKLING)

- Seriously, it's hilarious.
- Hey, you never cease to amaze me, man.

All by yourself?
I didn't know you could read.

Sorry about that.

LEWIS: I once took out
a machine g*n nest,

saw this guy's head
explode and...

all I thought was, "Good sh*t."

I hated the enemy 'cause I had to,
but... but I respected him, too.

They don't haunt me.

One of our Apaches
hit some of our own.

Friendly fire. (SIGHS)

There is no such thing.

But it's w*r, right?
sh*t happens.

Except I then saw some press
officer pass it off to reporters

as an enemy ambush.

Lying pricks.

All I could think was that it
dishonored those men as soldiers.

They were good at their jobs.

They didn't get ambushed
like assholes. It was a lie.

When, um...

I dream, I see that guy.

And it... It's me
that he is lying about.

Me that he is turning into
an assh*le.

Like it all meant nothing.

(SIGHS)

What do you do
when you can't trust your own?

Take matters into
your own hands.

- Oh, here we go.
- No, no, no, no. I agree with O'Connor.

First time for everything, right?

About time you saw sense.

CURTIS: We take matters
into our own hands.

We are not the only soldiers to feel
let down by the country we serve.

I have friends
who have been betrayed

in ways that you guys
can't even imagine.

Everything taken from them.

A good man risked his life
to save mine.

(SOFTLY) Yeah.

And I decided not to throw away
that gift he gave me.

So I got a job...
started my second life.

And now I take pride in
living that life well.

What the hell is it that
you do anyways, Curtis?

I sell insurance.

- It's a hell of a sales tool.
- (ALL CHUCKLE)

All right,
let's wrap it up, guys.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Read this, kid.
You're right to feel betrayed.

And there's plenty men
who feel just the same.

This touchy-feely bullshit
ain't gonna solve nothing.

(SIGHS)

(ALARM BLARING)

You gotta spin me around
so I can enter the code.

- Here's the thing.
- (GROANS)

There are no expl*sive
devices in this place.

If there were,
I would have found 'em.

So, you keep saying, "Believe me,"

but you keep lying to me, Lieberman.

Bravo, Frank, you got it.
(LAUGHS) No expl*sives.

No fire.

Spin me around.
Let me show you something.

Spin me around! Come on!

(GRUNTS)

Smile, Frank,
you're on Candid Camera.

You see,
if I don't enter a code,

then all these video feeds,
they get sent to various media outlets

and the world knows
you're still alive.

You want that? No?
Let me go.

Let me go.

Figured if they ever
found me here...

at least I could broadcast
my m*rder to the world.

Let my family know
I wasn't what everyone said.

(BEEPING)

I would have lost my last chance
of going home and seeing 'em.

This chance.
Us.

My family... they're gone.

They're gone because of your
g*dd*mn disk. What about that?

Had nothing to do
with what you did, huh?

- (GRUNTS)
- Hey, you shut your mouth.

- Yeah?
- You shut your mouth.

You followed orders,
I did my job.

You tell me
what's the difference...

- There's a difference...
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- What's the difference?

What's the difference?
Let me ask you something.

- How many times was Zubair beaten?
- Shut your mouth.

How many times was
this innocent man tortured?

He was a good man! He was an
honorable father. He was a cop.

- Hey!
- (GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

- Are you gonna k*ll me?
- The thought does cross my mind.

- It's crossing my mind.
- You're not gonna k*ll me.

- Is that right?
- Yeah, I know people. I'm an analyst.

It's my job.

You're not gonna k*ll me
'cause you're a good man.

You... (BREATHING HEAVILY)

You don't know sh*t.
You don't know sh*t.

(AHMAD BREATHING HEAVILY)

(IN PASHTO) Who else knows?

(AHMAD GROANS)

(AHMAD STRUGGLING)

MAN: Who else knows?

AHMAD: There is still
time for you to undo this.

I will help you.

You answer the question.

Do all these men know
I am a police officer?

Are they all part of this?

- (IN ENGLISH) What's he saying?
- ORANGE: Nothing useful.

GUNNER: We sure
he's even got anything?

Are you questioning my
intelligence, soldier?

Please, I'm not a t*rror1st.
I have a family, children...

(GROANS AND BREATHES HEAVILY)

I am a good man.

(ORANGE IN PASHTO) If you want your
family to see another sunrise...

you will stop talking.
You understand me?

(AHMAD BREATHING RAGGEDLY)

(IN ENGLISH) If you
don't know anything...

- (GRUNTS)
- ORANGE: Do it.

Please... I'm not a t*rror1st.

I have a family.
I... I have a family.

- (GUNNER PANTING) What are you doing?
- (EXHALES)

We desecrating corpses now?

Frank?

Schoonover said get the b*llet.
(SIGHS) I'm getting the b*llet.

Looks to me like
we're hiding evidence.

You good with that?

No one's asking for our opinions.
Not while we're here.

Let's go.

(PANTING)

Happy birthday, Frank.

It's a good thing you did...
getting a stone.

(SIGHS) Yeah. Figured he deserved
a marker of some kind, right?

(BILLY CHUCKLES)

Frank would have hated this,
this maudlin sh*t.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

I wish he'd...

Why didn't... Why didn't
he come to us, man?

After Maria and the kids?

Why didn't he come to us?
He didn't have to be alone.

We could've helped him.

Yeah, he didn't want any help.

He wanted to k*ll every bastard
who had a hand in it.

I miss him.

And I could see it.

I could see it.

Even before... what happened.

He was changing.

He was finding it harder
and harder to come back.

He said Kandahar was like
nothing else.

He said the lines were blurred.

When did he say that?

Uh, just when he was over there.

He called me, you know,
to sh**t the sh*t.

Said I was lucky
not to be there.

(SIGHS) Yeah.

Well...

you were.

Oh.

Yeah, he did not die easy.

You feel guilty for
disliking this man.

I wanted him out of my way,
Mom, but not like this.

And now you get to
sit in his chair.

Temporarily.

Someone has to become
the agent in charge.

Why not you?

- I'm not sure I'm suited to command.
- Really?

You went to Afghanistan because
it was a fast track to promotion.

"A notch on your belt"
was the phrase you used

when I tried to
talk you out of it.

Well, my priorities changed.

With the death of your friend.

And now you're closing yourself
off, find it hard to trust people.

But this withdrawal is
not a good thing, Dinah.

Don't make me the victim
of this, Mom. I'm not.

You want a victim,
look at Wolf or Ahmad.

And I'm not withdrawing.

Truth is, I just don't trust
anyone else to get it right.

You want to label me something,
then call it arrogance.

I'm the best.
Others will let me down.

Of course they will, darling.

C'est la vie. That's life.

How we deal with disappointments
is what decides the person we are.

Yeah, but I'm not talking about
someone turning up late for dinner

or buying the wrong flowers.

You know what?
You are arrogant.

(CHUCKLES) And more than
a little self-important.

But you will have to
trust someone, sometime.

Though I wonder if it isn't
the other way around.

After what happened with
your friend,

perhaps you are terrified
someone will choose to trust you.

Hmm?

- Hey, sleepyhead.
- Hey.

- Hi.
- (CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

No!

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

MICRO: Happy birthday, Frank.
It's the 15th.

Happy birthday.

(FRANK SIGHS)

MICRO: I know all there is to know.

- FRANK: Yeah.
- Hey.

If you cut me loose,
I'll buy you a cake.

Come on. Come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

You know, sooner or later
you're gonna have to, uh,

get me something
to drink or eat.

Or k*ll me.

- What's it gonna be?
- (ALARM BLARING)

- (EXHALES SHARPLY)
- MICRO: Mmm.

(FRANK SIGHS)

(MICRO HUMS)

You never should have
come after me, Lieberman.

I didn't have a choice.

They took our families from us.

(SCOFFS) Jesus.
That's such bullshit.

Your family's alive.
Mine's gone.

You threw yours away.

You had a choice.
I didn't.

Yeah, you keep telling
yourself that.

Maybe someday you're gonna
believe it.

You and I both thought
we were serving our country.

- We both thought that.
- Type the code.

And now if I go home,
I get my family k*lled.

You know, you and I together,
we could change that.

Type the code.

(BEEPING)

(MICRO SIGHS)

(FRANK GRUNTS)

(FRANK GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

I'm sorry, Frank.

(LEWIS CRYING)

(GASPS)

CLAY: Lewis?
You down there, son?

You down here?

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(PANTING)

(SOFTLY) Dad...

Son...

- (GRUNTING) sh*t.
- Come here.

- Oh, God.
- (SHUSHES)

- Okay.
- (CRYING) I'm sorry.

- What?
- I could have k*lled you.

No, no. You didn't.
Nobody got hurt.

- Dad, I could have k*lled you.
- You're okay. I'm okay. (SHUSHES)

No, I could have
k*lled you, Dad.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Pulled Wolf's bank records.

Thirty million?

Yep. Six accounts.
All buried offshore.

- Any indication where it's from?
- Still working on that.

(SCOFFS)

We have to run this
up the flagpole, Dinah.

As far as you're concerned,
I am the flagpole.

Who else can we
trust with this?

I'm new here, you brought me the
evidence. Everyone else is suspect.

And you don't find that
kinda scary?

No. Of course not.

Puts you right
where you want to be.

And where is that, exactly?

On your own. Riding cowboy.
You against the world.

You speak to Wolf like
this when he was your boss?

(CHUCKLES) That's what I get?

You know, you came in
here with a bug up your ass

about a case nobody wanted and all
this "we're not partners" stuff,

- but now you want me to keep your secrets?
- Yeah.

You know... you were
right about one thing.

Trust, loyalty...
you gotta earn those.

Stein. (STAMMERS) Sam.

Wait.

(g*n COCKS)

MICRO: Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- (GRUNTS)
- Easy now, Frank.

Hey, don't do that. I wouldn't do that.
I wouldn't... No swift move...

Why don't you sit down?

Have a cup of coffee.
Come on.

Time to choose.

- Why didn't you k*ll me?
- Oh, my God, man.

You didn't listen to
anything that I said?

Oh, my God. You gotta
be the most stubborn...

(CHUCKLES) Why didn't I k*ll you?
Jesus.

- The codes.
- Turned that off.

You know, it's like you said.
Routines, right? Patterns.

Jesus Christ.

They lull us into a sense of, uh,
normality, a false sense of security.

We cease to question.

- Even somebody like you.
- You're an assh*le.

You know, these men that, uh,
tried to k*ll us, they have patterns.

Patterns that don't,
uh, involve you and me.

- I mean, they think we're dead.
- Lieberman...

I don't do partners.

Get over yourself.

There's no place for
emotion here, you know?

You and me have both done things
that we would like to take back.

We can't.

But we're not the bad
guys here, they are. Right?

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Shut up.

Oh, I love my wife. I love my wife.

What'd you get?

Springsteen.
Playing the Meadowlands.

Lady got me tickets for
when I get back. Huh? Right?

Nice.

- Yo, 29 days and counting, man.
- That's right. You bet your ass.

What about you, Bill?

You got plans?

Yeah, yeah. I got some plans. (CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES) Billy the Beaut, huh?
Some things don't change.

You ever think about,
maybe, quality over quantity?

(CHUCKLES) Pick a winner.
Settle down.

- God made me this way for a reason, bro.
- (LAUGHS)

(STAMMERS) It'd be wrong
not to share the wealth,

- you know what I'm saying?
- "Share the wealth."

- You know what we should do?
- What's that?

Know what we should do?

Frank's gonna head home and
read his kids a bedtime story.

At ease.

Need you gentlemen for a briefing.
Five minutes.

FRANK: Sir.

SCHOONOVER: This terrain means...

we won't be able to land
near the compound...

without alerting the enemy,
so we're gonna land here,

north of this ridge.
Move in on foot.

Once both teams are in position,
we'll hit the compound.

No air support?

This is a clandestine mission,
Lieutenant Russo.

Air support would negate that.

SCHOONOVER: You got
something to add, Castle?

Sir, this looks like an ambush.

And what do you base that sound
factual analysis on, Castle?

This man has been
a target for months.

His whereabouts are
finally confirmed.

We're not gonna
get this chance again.

So what now? He's just here?
He's...

He's just waiting to be caught
where there's no easy exfil?

Where the terrain makes it
a death trap?

You got any idea what they call
teams like ours?

They call us
the American Taliban.

Because we go in, the middle
of the night, people disappear.

We have been doing it
for a year, all right?

Now, look, they know about us.
They want us dead.

I think this is a trap.

I think it's a trap because
it's exactly what I would do.

Russo?

I trust Frank's instincts, sir.

And I trust hard-earned,
thoroughly vetted intelligence.

I'll take my information over the vague
notions of the w*r whisperer over here.

Listen, assh*le.
Let me tell you something.

- You don't have operational command...
- This is...

Wind it down, lieutenants.

Last I checked,
neither of you were in command.

Sir.

- Prep your teams.
- (BILLY SIGHS)

I think if we do this,
men are gonna die.

I pointed.
Now you need to go sh**t.

- Sir.
- SCHOONOVER: Dust off at 2300.

- Now get the hell out of here.
- Roger.

- (expl*si*n)
- (INDISTINCT YELLING)

(g*ns f*ring)

(PANTING)

Once they get those
mortars ranged in,

they're gonna pound us
into the ground.

FRANK: I'm going through that building.
Clear a path for an evac.

- You out of your mind?
- What do you wanna do?

You wanna die here?
Like a rat in a jar?

It's about time
I had a fair fight.

- I'm going.
- Then I'm coming with you.

You gotta stay here.
Keep him safe.

- What are you talking about? That's crazy.
- Bill, you stay here.

Keep him safe. Cover.

- BILLY: Frank.
- (PANTING)

I gotta get home to the boss.
I gotta go.

Move.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(g*ns f*ring)

(expl*si*n)

How you doing, sir?

(PANTING) Reap what you sow,
eh, Frank?

Gonna do some reaping
of my own.

You just don't bleed out,
you hear me?

I'm gonna get you home, sir.
I'm gonna get you home.

(GRUNTING LOUDLY) Cover!

- (SOLDIERS) Covering!
- (g*ns f*ring)

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

(FRANK GRUNTING)

(MAN YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PANTING AND GRUNTING)

♫ THE WHITE BUFFALO'S
"WISH IT WAS TRUE" ♫

♪ Country, I was a soldier for you ♪

♪ Did what you asked me to
It was wrong, and you knew ♪

♪ Country Now I'm just
a stranger to you ♪

♪ A number, a name
It's true... ♪

Come on! (PANTING)

♪ Home of the brave and the
free The red white and blue ♪

♪ Well, I wish it was true ♪

(OVERLAPPING GRUNTS)

(ROCKET WHISTLING, EXPLODING)

(SOUNDS FADING, DISTANT)

♪ Boy, come on out from the cold ♪

♪ You're lost outside
there Don't you know? ♪

♪ It's not what you
say It's what you do ♪

♪ Just keep wishing
your wishes Are true ♪

(GRUNTING LOUDLY)

♪ Well, your dreams They're reality ♪

♪ There's no pain, there's no misery ♪

♪ Just polish the blood and the bruise ♪

- ♪ There's just no way you can lose ♪
- (YELLS, PANTING)

♪ Well, I wish it was true ♪

(SOUNDS DISTANT, MUTED)

(MUFFLED INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ORANGE: (MUFFLED) Did you get him?

Did you k*ll the target?

(IN NORMAL VOICE) Did you get him?

Did you k*ll the target?

What'd you say? (PANTING)

- What'd you say, you piece of sh*t?
- BILLY: Whoa, whoa.

- (GRUNTS)
- You did this!

- You did this, you hear me?
- Back up!

I'll k*ll you!

You did this!
You did this!

BILLY: You want to k*ll the man?
I cannot let you do that.

- Stand down!
- Why you protecting that piece of sh*t?

I'm protecting you.
Guys like that, it's never on them!

(GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

No. No, don't...
Don't touch... Don't touch me.

Open your eyes, man.

This whole thing...
This whole thing is bullshit!

You don't like the way that
it smells? Get out! I am.

(FRANK PANTING)

I requested a transfer
back to Force.

I can't.
We... We can't do this anymore!

- Let's... let's get out.
- (BREATHING HEAVILY)

I mean, look at us.

(GROANING)

Frank!

Look at yourself.

Bill.

You could have ended it
all that night.

You didn't, and then
they k*lled your family.

You have to live with that.

But this w*r that you're waging,
I mean, come on.

That's the US m*llitary.
That is the CIA.

You just got rolled over by one spook
zip-tied to an office chair, here.

I mean, I thought I needed you,
but you need me just as bad.

Look...

I've spent months and months hacking
into every agency and their server.

Phone companies, police departments,
it doesn't matter.

Anything they can throw at us,
I can throw it right back at 'em.

- I've been getting ready for you, Frank.
- What does that mean?

What does that mean?
It means that

every m*ssile needs
a guidance system.

- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- Okay?

Without me,
you're just a blunt instrument.

Yeah, blow me off. Yeah. Do it.
Blow me off. That's right.

(MUTTERING) Damn it.

Sit down.

- Ah...
- Get in.

Don't be proud. Get in.
I want to show you something.

- Come on. Get in.
- Ah, damn it.

You son of a bitch.

You know, that heroin was just
financing for something else.

- Your Operation Cerberus...
- (TYPING)

- (COMPUTER BEEPS)
- doesn't exist.

There's no official record.
There's no congressional approval.

It's totally off the books.
You know what that means?

They turned you into
a hit man, Frank.

Now, I don't care if we
trust each other or not.

I don't wanna be blood brothers.
That stuff is for kids in tree houses.

But you and me, we want
the same thing right now.

So work with me.

One condition.

- Yeah, name it.
- They die.

Yeah?

Every single one of 'em.
No trials.

No bullshit.

They die.

Yeah, I can live with that.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)