01x04 - Resupply

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(EXHALES, GRUNTING)

(CONTINUES GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

FRANK: Turn on the lights!

- Turn it on!
- TURK: Okay. Okay! Hold on! Hold on!

(ELECTRICITY SURGES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- FRANK: Can you feel that?
- Yeah.

- Turn around, I pull the trigger. Got it?
- Uh-huh.

You got a part of a weapons shipment
from the Greeks. Where is it?

Greeks dicked me.

Should've guessed, right,
with a name like Turk?

- Maybe they didn't know I was black.
- Hilarious.

They found someone
who could take the entire load.

That was too much weight for me.

That high-tech sh*t
ain't easy to sell.

- Who is it?
- I don't know...

- (GRUNTS)
- Keep your g*dd*mn eyes forward.

(TURK PANTING) I mean, I got
some stuff. It ain't much...

- FRANK: Show me.
- It's over there.

- FRANK: Move.
- TURK: Okay. Okay.

(GRUNTS)

- FRANK: Open it.
- I gotta open it, too?

(TURK SOFTLY) God damn it.

FRANK: The hell is that?

It was a special order.

Gangster's birthday present
for his daughter.

He called it Sweet Sixteen.

You got a*mo?
- Uh-uh.

I don't hand it over loaded,
my friend.

- Real way to get jacked.
- Yeah, not good enough.

Hey... I've done nothing to you.

I'm just a guy trying to make
a living. Supply and demand.

What people do with
the g*ns isn't on me.

Swear to God.

You believe in God, Turk?

(STAMMERS) Well, right now,
I want to.

Look, man...

I ain't seen you,
don't know you, don't want to.

So how about you
let a brother go, huh?

For Christ's sake.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)
- SARAH: Let's go to bed.

(GRUNTS) Get up.

(SARAH GROANS) Oh, you're getting so big.

(SARAH SIGHS)

Brush your teeth, okay?

- LEO: Good night.
- SARAH: Love you.

LEO: Love you, too.

(SIGHS)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

- (CAR DOOR OPENS)
- How'd we do?

- "How'd we do?"
- Yeah.

An Ithaca, SAW, M4, M40,
a*mo and grenades, right?

- MICRO: Yeah.
- Yeah.

He didn't have
any of that sh*t.

Nothing.

Maggot Turk.

- What?
- Yeah.

He said that the whole shipment
went to someone else.

Well, the NYPD doesn't know that.

I accessed their e-mails
and informant reports.

I mean, they were all over Turk.
You gotta believe me.

Believe you?
You know what I believe in?

Resupply and logistics,
that's what I believe in.

NYP... I don't give
a sh*t about the NYPD.

You wanna go up
against Agent

Orange with a pink Ruger
and no a*mo?

Is that what you wanna do,
Lieberman? Huh?

- Is this it? No?
- No, of course not.

- FRANK: No?
- (g*n CLATTERS)

You find my g*dd*mn g*ns.

SAM: We are about to be
the proud owners...

of a million dollars'
worth of illegal weapons.

Right now the g*ns are on a freighter
just off the three-mile line

due into Jersey tomorrow.

We could, uh,
roll up the Greeks and

the g*ns the minute
they hit the dock.

Or, you know, maybe we just
tomahawk their asses.

Send 'em to Davy Jones' Locker.
k*ll 'em all. What do you say?

Yeah, sure. Whatever.

Can't trace the deposits into
Wolf's offshore account.

The Greeks and the g*ns?

Uh, what?

The Greeks and the g*ns.

Now, why don't we just take 'em
while they're still on the boat?

No, I want to catch 'em on US soil,
in the act of selling them.

We hit the boat,
all we get is the crew,

who likely don't know
what they're carrying.

Wolf did a lot of work on this case.
Let's see it through.

He was a good cop.

- For a dirty cop.
- (SIGHS)

I, uh,
need your authorization...

for the tactical operation.

(GRUNTS)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Rafi.

Uh, Agent Stein, this is...

Operations Director Hernandez.
Pleasure to meet you, sir.

Likewise. Sam, right?

Mind if I borrow her
for a minute?

Yes. Of course, uh...

Excuse me.

- It's good to see you.
- And you.

(DINAH CHUCKLES)

You've lost weight.

- (CHUCKLES) You haven't.
- (CHUCKLES)

So, Dinah Madani,
special agent in charge.

Acting SAC. Hmm.

Perform well, and the position
becomes permanent.

And how much did you have
to do with this, Rafi?

They ask, I recommend.

Past that, I'm just one voice
in the wilderness.

You're...
you're so full of sh*t.

The Office of the Inspector General
is taking over...

the investigation into Wolf's death.

There are questions.

He was dirty.

- Thirty-million-in-the-bank dirty.
- Yes.

And Wolf being corrupt

puts this whole field office
under a cloud.

It has to go up a level.

First Kandahar, now Wolf.

Seems like everyone's telling
me what not to investigate.

Grow up, Dinah.

I recruited you 15 years ago

with the ambition to put
you right where you sit.

We shared that, you and I.

Earn your stripes here...

and then you get to decide
how things are done,

shape policy.

But that involves playing as
part of a team.

You were always passionate.

It fueled you
in a good way.

But obsession...

I'm not gonna give up trying to
find whoever k*lled Ahmad Zubair

or why.

He was our ally, Rafi.

It was w*r.

Sometimes the wrong people
get k*lled.

Don't lose sight of
the greater good

we serve by focusing on
one injustice.

What about the people at risk

from those g*ns you're about to
snatch from the Greeks?

You wanna make a difference?

Work this desk, work this
office, make your cases.

And you came all the way
from DC to tell me that?

I came to make sure
you understand...

the opportunity
that lies before you.

To make sure you take it.

(SIGHS) Unless this is...

not right for you anymore?

Don't play me, Rafi.

(SIGHS)

I'm heading back to DC.
You don't need a babysitter, Dinah...

just a priority check.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(TYPING)

(GRUNTING AND SIGHING)

(YAWNS)

(GRUNTS)

Is that mine?

- Cleaned this thing in the past year?
- (LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY)

I mean, that's kinda low.
Taking your partner's g*n.

I'm sorry, are we partners?

(MICRO SIGHS)

Lieberman, say your kid
asks you for a dog, right?

He begs you for it, so you
finally get him one. But...

he doesn't take care of the dog.

- He doesn't feed it.
- (CHUCKLES)

And he doesn't walk
it. Doesn't clean it.

So the dog gets sick,
brings home fleas.

Dog pisses in the house.
What do you do?

Well, I don't sh**t the dog.

You know, if that's what
you're asking. Or the kid.

I mean, I am the kid in this,
uh, metaphor, right?

You show the kid
how to feed the dog...

and walk the dog and
take care of the dog.

But you only do it once.

There's your w*apon.

For the record,
I know how to clean the dog.

- That right?
- All right? Yeah, it's just...

- Yeah?
- This is for show. Okay?

- I never use this.
- (SCOFFS) It's for show, huh?

You know, where I'm from,
that w*apon,

that's the difference
between life or death.

You pull it out,
you better be ready to use it.

It's not for show.

(MICRO GRUNTS)

We should have just got
the g*ns on the street.

Yeah, is that what
we should have done, Lieberman?

(SIGHS)

You wanna put money in
those animals' hands?

That's not happening, all right?
Not on my watch.

(LAUGHS) I keep forgetting
about your thing, Frank.

Only do unto bad guys.

Rob Badass Peter so you
can k*ll Psycho Paul,

so on and so forth.
What do you call that?

Is that a code?
I mean, is it a mantra?

It's not a mantra,
right? Is it an ethos?

What if we got you
a little pair of green tights

- and a pointy cap with a feather in it...
- (SCOFFS AND SNICKERS)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Who's calling you?

It's your wife.

(STAMMERING) Um...

Why does Sarah have your number?

I got hers.

Why?

Leverage.

Leverage on who?

- You.
- (SCOFFS)

You gonna find out
what she wants?

- Knock yourself out.
- (SOFTLY) Yeah.

(SARAH ON CELL PHONE) Pete, hi.
It's, uh... It's Sarah Lieberman.

(CHUCKLES) I hit you with my car.

(CLEARS THROAT) Sorry again about that.
Um, but the reason I'm calling is

I need you to sign
a statement for my insurance.

They won't
fix the car without it.

So if you could give me
a call when you get a chance.

Thank you so much.

(SCOFFS)

You know, uh, if you wanna be
an assh*le, that's fine.

If you don't wanna be partners,
that's fine. But...

this woman has
nothing to do with this.

So... you want your resupply...

help her out.

I'll get your g*ns,
but not before that.

(SIGHS)

So what?
You just...

You're gonna hold the mission
hostage over... over a headlight?

- (CHUCKLES) Call it leverage.
- (SCOFFS) Yeah.

(SIGHS)

CURTIS: It's 40 degrees out.

(GRUNTS AND SNIFFLES) Don't bother me.

Want me to leave?

No, I meant the cold.
It don't bother me.

As long as you ain't come here to
try and drag my ass back to group.

Your dad...

he told me what happened.

- (GRUNTS SOFTLY)
- Okay, yeah. (CLEARS THROAT)

An accident.
I had a nightmare.

It's no big thing.

And now you're sleeping in
a hole in November.

I don't have
nightmares out here.

I should never have
discharged, Curtis.

None of it, the heat,
cold, sand, noise,

fifty guys stinking up a dorm...

it never kept me up.

Never bothered me.
I slept good.

Want some advice?

I thought that
you didn't come here for that.

No, I'm talking about the hole.

You see, what you got here
that you don't got in Iraq...

is rain.

And the way you got this bitch dug,

you fall asleep down there,
your ass liable to drown.

Your farts will be bubbling. (CHUCKLES)

What you want is, you wanna dig
a couple feet deeper on this end.

That way,
you got a sump for the water.

You see, my pops,
he served in Nam.

In Nam, you're talking...

you're talking jungle.

The ground's soft,
but the rain...

(DISTANT, ECHOING)
it's never-ending.

My pops dug his share, and
he never shut up about it.

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(DOG TAGS CLINKING)

(VOICE NORMALIZING) He said, "Boy...

w*r's the only chance you got
at doing something redeeming."

(CHUCKLES)

And you got that over there?

(INHALES DEEPLY) Your leg.

"You got that over there."

Are you listening to yourself?

I didn't get nothing
over there. I lost it.

No, seriously, on a... (SCOFFS)
Somewhere on a Baghdad rooftop

is a size 11 shoe with
my foot still in it.

Yeah, well,
you know what I meant.

I think I do know
what you meant.

But I don't think
you know what you meant.

You see, when you look in
a mirror, you still see a soldier.

And out on these streets,

that soldier is invisible
to everyone else.

If only you'd got
something over there,

like half your face burnt
off or a hook for a hand.

That's what you meant.

Come on... we miss you
at the meetings.

(SIGHS) Talking, it doesn't work.

You're all scared.
I'm not scared.

I'm gonna sign up with a private
m*llitary group called Anvil.

Go back over there.

You're ready for
that kind of work?

Why wouldn't I be?

My evaluation reports are
always excellent.

I don't doubt it.

Look, how about you come on out of
there and we go and talk more about it?

No, I'm good.

Okay.

Well, you know how to find me.

(SIGHS)

(CURTIS SIGHS)

sh*t.

(DOORBELL RINGS)
(ENGINE REVVING ON TV)

Zach, TV off.
Don't you have homework to do?

(SIGHS)

- FRANK: Hey.
- SARAH: Hey. Wow.

- You look different.
- (SCOFFS) Oh, yeah...

- Yeah.
- (INHALES DEEPLY)

People kept telling me
I look like a hipster.

And I really, uh... I really
don't like hipsters, so...

- (SARAH CHUCKLES) Right.
- (CHUCKLES)

Um, well, anyway, thank
you so much for doing this.

- Of course.
- Appreciate it.

- Sure. Okay.
- Let me go get you the paperwork.

How's it going, buddy?

SARAH: It's just a...
It's just a release form

saying that, uh,
you're not gonna sue me

if you wind up with chronic
back pain, or whatever.

But they... they won't process
it until you sign. So...

Thank you.

- FRANK: Right here?
- Yeah, yeah, sure.

Zach, screen time is over.
Come on, go do your homework.

ZACH: Don't have any.

SARAH: You want me to go
through your notebook?

- ZACH: Not really.
- SARAH: Then go upstairs.

(SARAH SOFTLY) God...

If I have to ask you one more
time, there will be consequences.

Go.

- (SIGHS)
- Tough guy, huh?

(SCOFFS) Yeah.

He's just having a hard time.

Unfortunately, he handles it
by being an assh*le.

Yeah, sounds like
somebody I know.

- Uh, this should be a...
- Yeah, me, too.

- SARAH: Perfect. Thank you.
- FRANK: This is everything, right? Yeah.

- I appreciate the...
- LEO: Ow!

- God damn it! Mother...
- SARAH: Leo...

- Hey, you okay? You okay?
- Wrench slipped. Yeah.

- Oh. (SIGHS)
- FRANK: What's going on?

- The garbage disposal's acting up.
- FRANK: Oh, boy.

Maybe I can give you a hand.

- SARAH: Yeah... sure.
- All right. Mind if I...

- SARAH: No, would you, please?
- (FRANK CHUCKLES)

SARAH: Have at it.

Okay, let's see.
Oh, boy.

Let's see what's going on.

Yeah, that looks like
a two-man job.

All right, let's take a look.

Well, that's really in
there, huh? What is that?

- All right, if I open this...
- (THUDDING)

(PIPE CLATTERING)
(FRANK GRUNTS)

Think you can pull that
sucker out of there?

- LEO: Yeah.
- FRANK: Yeah?

Give it a wallop.

Oh! Attagirl.
Good job. (CHUCKLES)

- Oh!
- Three guesses who put this down there.

(CHUCKLES) God.

FRANK: She's pretty handy.

I think you got a future
engineer on your hands.

Yeah, well, I don't know
who she gets it from.

I'm useless.

And David was brilliant, but I mean,
never really got his hands dirty.

(CHUCKLES) Is that right?

Yeah, when... when things
would break, we'd call a guy.

- Hmm. Now...
- Right? (CLICKS TONGUE)

you don't need to call
a guy anymore.

You got Leo.

- Good job.
- All right,

your hands are filthy.
Go wash 'em.

- LEO: Nice work, Pete.
- Yeah, you too, sweetheart.

Use soap.

- That's a good kid.
- (SIGHS) Yeah.

Yeah, she is. Hmm.

(CLEARS THROAT) I mean,
she takes too much on.

Here. I tell her all the time,
you know, "Go, have fun."

But... I think she's lost
a lot of friends lately.

FRANK: Hmm...

Their father d*ed
under a cloud,

and kids can be really cruel.

I don't mean to get all
heavy on you. Sorry.

FRANK: That's okay.

LEO: Hey, Mom said to do your homework.

- ZACH: Get out of my room!
- (SARAH GROANS)

I love 'em, but sometimes I would
love it if they weren't here.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
(STAMMERS) I didn't...

- Hey, it's all right. I get it.
- Mean it like that.

- You know, you...
- (SIGHS)

you got a lot on your plate.
You're on your own and, uh...

I just... You know,
I'm sorry your old man,

he... he let you down
the way he did. I...

SARAH: That's an ugly thing to say
about someone you don't even know.

(STUTTERS) You don't know
anything about it or him.

Being pissed off at David doesn't
mean that I don't miss him like crazy.

You're right. That's fair enough.
I apologize.

Look, I... Look, I'm sorry.
I'm...

- No, I...
- I'm gonna get out of your hair, okay?

(SIGHS)

Hey, Sarah, you know,
why don't you, um...

Why don't you let me
fix that headlight?

You know,
then you don't have to deal

with any insurance,
any deductibles,

- any of that nonsense, you know.
- I hit you,

you fixed my garage, and
now you're gonna fix my car?

- You... I can't let you do that.
- Look, I want to, all right?

- I don't need your charity, Pete.
- Honestly. I get it, but I insist.

Okay? Just...

Come on.
Keep me busy, all right?

Please.

All right.

- (BOTH CHUCKLE)
- SARAH: Yeah, all right.

- All right.
- SARAH: I'll see you.

FRANK: See you around.

Each of you...

trained as part of the finest
fighting force in the world.

Now...

what do you think that
that cost?

From the moment that
you walked in the recruiting office

to the moment that you took
your first duty station.

What do you think?
I'll tell you.

$50,000.

And that's just...
that's just for starters.

Say you're, uh, Special Forces?

$150,000, minimum.

Corpsman?
Add another 200K.

So this government, our country,

the one that you all swore to
protect, invested in you.

And you all...
you all invested, too.

You invested time...

your lives.

Ask yourself, what are you
doing with that investment?

Is anybody here making
$100,000 a year?

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- MAN: Yeah, I wish.

You making 50K a year?
(SCOFFS) 40?

No, no...

no.

Why?

Why is that?

Is it... Is it because
you're not worth the investment?

No.

It's because your skills

are not matched to the tasks
available to you here at home.

It's that simple.
You are fighters!

And here at Anvil,
you will have the opportunity

to fight for a living.

And you will be
well compensated.

Now... I know...

I know.

I'm not here offering you
just money.

I mean, not a...
not a single one of

us joined up to make
a fortune, right?

It's because we didn't
want our lives to be just...

gray.

We wanted them
to mean something.

We wanted to be a part of
something bigger than ourselves!

And here at Anvil, if
you are recruited...

you will find that something.

A new brotherhood to call your
own. Something to fight for.

To live for... even.

(TYPING)
(COMPUTER PROCESSING)

Okay... (MUTTERING)

SAM: The exchange is set for
tomorrow at a warehouse on the docks.

Agent Sampson is our buyer.

sn*pers will post here,
here and here.

Our seller is coming
in from Newark by road.

Bowers and Sinclair will make sure

that the weapons make it off the
boat and then follow them across.

No engagement from the follow
car, no matter what happens.

The second the money exchanges hands,

the arrest team moves in quick,
clean, tie it up in a bow

and ready for the US attorney.

Any questions?

Your sn*per spacing's off.

They don't have clean lines
unless your van parks exactly here.

Move them to the corners,

- you've got both sides of the warehouse.
- Fair enough.

And you need a dedicated
comm line to the sn*pers.

My team... Sorry, your team,

will be the only ones
with eyes on the buy.

Follow will be too far away,

and calling the sh*t from the ops
trailer is begging for disaster.

And call Harbor Patrol.

See if you can get a boat
to cover the water exit.

Just in case.

I'm done.

Thank you, everybody.
Let's go to work.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

SAM: So, uh, just curious...

- Did I get anything right?
- Come on, Stein.

It was good.
I just made it better.

As the SAC should.

Wait a second.

Is that why Hernandez was
here? To make it official?

Rafi was here to make sure
I toe the line.

He's a black belt
in carrot and stick.

Nice guy to have
watching your back.

(SIGHS)

You know, when they first
started Homeland,

they wanted native speakers.

Farsi, Pashtun, Arabic.

THE THINKING WAS SIMPLE:
use the enemy to catch the enemy.

But Rafi wasn't like that.

I grew up on the Upper West Side.
We speak Farsi at home,

but I never considered myself
anything but American.

When he recruited me, he said,

"There are contributions and
insights only you can make,

and without them
the agency will be lacking."

And I... I believed him.

And now?

This is a good case.

It'll take a lot of
g*ns off the street.

You should be proud of
the work you've done.

Hey.

Thanks, boss.

(BEEPS)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)
(GRUNTING)

TRAINER: Two minutes to
finish this or you flunk.

- Come on, you got this.
- (GROANS)

(PANTING)
(GRUNTING)

- Ten more and you're done.
- Okay.

- Get back up there.
- Okay. Okay.

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

LEWIS: Hey, come on, man.
We're too close not to do this.

(PANTING)

- Push it. You got more.
- I don't know if I got any more.

- You got more. Come on.
- (STAMMERS AND PANTS)

Let's do them together,
come on. Come on.

Yeah? Okay. Okay, here...

- (GRUNTS) One. Two.
- (GROANS)

- Three.
- MAN: Two!

- LEWIS: Four. Five.
- MAN: Three!

(TYPING)
(GUITAR PLAYING OUT OF TUNE)

When was the last time
you tuned this guitar?

I got it at a pawn shop.

Thought it might help pass
the time. I could teach myself.

- (GUITAR TUNING)
- Turns out I suck at guitar.

(STRUMMING IN TUNE)

All it takes is
a little dedication.

You gonna start talking about
the dog again?

Hey, Santana.

I found your g*ns.

Now you're talking.

- Who's buying 'em?
- (TYPING)

- Homeland Security.
- Homeland?

MICRO: Yeah. See, I've been
reading e-mails all night.

NYPD, A*F, Customs,
they've all been warned off.

The Greeks think they're
going to meet a criminal buyer.

Homeland's gonna roll 'em up.

- (TYPING)
- Got their tactical plans right here.

sn*pers... uh, follow cars...

as*ault teams... It's pretty heavy.

We're gonna need a ride.

- MAZUR: Oh, guess he's dead.
- (BLOWTORCH HISSING)

- (HISSING STOPS)
- Get him out of here.

(WILCOX WHIMPERING)

Now I'm gonna take
that gag out.

If you scream, you die.
That's it.

You don't have to start,
you know, sayin' a bunch of weird sh*t.

That's what Joe did.
Don't be like Joe.

- All right, all right, all right.
- (GASPING)

MAZUR: There you go. Easy.

- (BREATHING HEAVILY)
- MAZUR: All I wanna know is...

- (GABI GRUNTS)
- Gabi?

FRANK: Gabi's not coming back.

Brother, you are in the
wrong place at the wrong time.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

(SHUDDERING)

You know how a guy misses
a sh*t from ten yards?

Cortisol. See, it floods the
body when you're stressed.

Makes your muscles tighter,
reactions quicker.

But you put those two things
together...

You see that?

A little shake, plus
a little distance...

- You miss. (GRUNTS)
- (MAZUR EXCLAIMS)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(RAPID g*nf*re)
(WILCOX YELLING)

MAZUR: sh**t that assh*le!

(WILCOX CONTINUES YELLING)

MAN: Move around! Go back!

(WILCOX WHIMPERING)

(YELLING)
(g*nshots)

- (g*n CLICKING)
- MAZUR: sh*t!

FRANK: Psst, hey!

(BLOWS LANDING)
(MAZUR GROANING)

(THUDDING AND GLASS SHATTERING)

(GASPING)

(WILCOX CRYING)
(WHISTLES)

WILCOX: Oh, God. Oh, God...

- (BREATHING HEAVILY) Please...
- I guess that was a dud, huh?

- Please, I don't know who you are, man.
- (SHUSHING)

- Just let me go. I didn't see...
- Shut up.

(SNIFFLES)

There's a, uh...

uh...

dead man in a... (SNIFFLES)

wheelbarrow out there.

Yeah. I didn't do that.

You do this?

- Yeah, I did this 'cause they did that.
- Yeah.

- What, are you gonna puke?
- I'm not gonna...

Hey! Do not leave your DNA for
the police, all right? Just...

- Hey, don't do... Hey.
- Give me a second!

Said you wanted to be the
guidance system, right?

Well, this is what happens
when the m*ssile goes off.

- Guess you never thought about that.
- Smells more than I thought.

- You get used to it.
- I'd rather not.

Guess life's a little easier
staring at a computer screen, huh?

Now you get in that van,
and let's go.

- What about him?
- (WILCOX PANTING)

Not our problem.

All this,
you're taking the Mustang?

Always buy American.

(MICRO GROANS)
(ENGINE STARTS)

BILLY: You sure about this?

CURTIS: He's living in
a foxhole in his yard.

And he almost put
a b*llet in his father.

Hell, who hasn't
wanted to do that?

(LAUGHS)

Maybe he just needs to
get back into it.

The kid wants to live in a tent,
I can give that to him.

CURTIS: Listen to me.

You won't be doing him
or yourself any favors

if you put him in
combat situations.

I'm telling you, man,
if I was out there,

I wouldn't want that kid
watching my six.

And a team is only as good
as its weakest link, right?

And this one would snap?

Only a matter of time.

So what happens
when I cut him loose?

You do your part,
and I'll do mine.

All right, brother.

(GRUNTING)

LEWIS: All right,
so I escorted a resupply line

to you guys in Mosul
a couple of times.

We could have been there at
the same time. (CHUCKLING)

- BILLY: Wilson! Can I have a word?
- Yes, sir.

- It's Lewis, right?
- Yes, sir.

What's with the foxhole
in your backyard, Lewis?

I don't, uh...

What do you mean?

Well, I gotta know what's
going on with all my guys.

Lives depend on it.
You know?

(STAMMERS) It was a...

(SIGHS) ...a project.

Something to keep me busy.

And what do you figure
the other guys would think?

If I told them that the guy watching
their backs was living like that?

(STAMMERS) It's nothing, sir.
I'm fine.

Listen, this... this business
is all based on trust.

Please don't do this.

I'm sorry, man. I...
I can't take the risk.

(SIGHS)

(STAMMERS) Was this...
was this Curtis?

I gotta check up on all our prospects.
For just this kinda thing.

- It's got nothing to do with Curtis.
- You saying it wasn't him?

- I'm saying that it doesn't matter.
- (BREATHING HEAVILY)

I don't believe you.

He told me not to come here,
and then he spikes me.

- He's a g*dd*mn snake.
- Hey, hey, hey. Easy.

I don't know you, kid.

- (HUFFS)
- Now, Curtis Hoyle,

he saved my ass on
more than one occasion.

One of the best men I ever had
the good fortune of serving with.

- (SNIFFLES)
- Lewis, if you need work,

I promise you I will find you
something to do around here.

Are you gonna give me
a job mopping floors?

Emptying trash?

Is that making good on the
investment my country made in me?

You're just another liar
in command.

- Okay.
- (BREATHING HEAVILY)

Okay, we're done.
You need to leave.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

Now.

(LEWIS SPITS)

Your brotherhood is bullshit.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)

SAMPSON: Command, this is Decoy One.

I'm in position at meeting point.
All clear. No surprises.

Copy that, Sampson.

Tactical One, sn*per One, sn*per Two
Decoy One is in position.

We are 60 minutes from
go-no-go at the meeting point.

- Stay sharp.
- SAMPSON: This is Decoy One.

Copy that, Command.

sn*per ONE: This is sn*per
One. Sharp and ready, ma'am.

sn*per TWO: This is
sn*per Two, copy that.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)

(SIGHS)

- FRANK: Let's go.
- (SIGHS)

- I can't do this.
- Oh, Jesus.

Well... see, it's a two-man job,
so...

- you don't have a choice.
- Hmm?

Yeah.

I sit behind a screen.

- I don't do this.
- (SIGHS)

- You shouldn't trust me.
- You done?

Pick up your sh*t
and let's move.

(SIGHS)

So this is it, huh?
This is... this is what Sarah meant?

Excuse me?

Your wife...

She said that you never
got your hands dirty. Right?

If there was a tough job, what
you'd do is you'd make a phone call.

You'd call a guy.

Pissed off, huh?

- You're a prick.
- Yeah. Attaboy.

Pissed off beats scared every time.

Command,
this is Tactical One.

We are in position
and ready for target.

DINAH: sn*per One?
sn*per Two?

- sn*per ONE: In position.
- sn*per TWO: In position.

sn*per One, sn*per Two,
Tactical One... wagon's on the move.

Estimated ten minutes
till it gets to the corral.

TACTICAL ONE: Copy that, Command.

- sn*per ONE: Copy that, Command.
- SAM: Copy that, Command.

(GPS TRILLING ON MONITOR)

DINAH: Follow One, we are ten minutes
from go-no-go at the meeting point.

FOLLOW ONE: Copy that, Command.

We have eyes on target and are
proceeding to meeting point.

DINAH: Copy that,
Follow One. Hold tight.

Calm and careful.

FOLLOW ONE: Copy that, Command.

♫ "I FEEL LOVE" ♫

- sn*per ONE: sn*per One.
- (SONG PLAYS LOUDLY)

What the...

Follow One, can you read me?

(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)

Oh, sh*t!

Follow One, can you read me?

Follow One, please respond.

- WOMAN: Call it in.
- FOLLOW ONE: I can't. It's jammed.

(SINGING) ♪ Ooh ♪

♪ I feel love I feel love ♪

♪ I feel... ♪

(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)

sn*per One, please respond!
Tactical?

Repeat, please respond.
We've lost ears, people.

- MAN: Hey! (GRUNTS)
- FOLLOW ONE: sh*t!

DINAH: Sam? Do you copy?
Please respond.

sh*t!

(GRUNTING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)

sh*t!

Stay after him.

- What am I listening to?
- They don't know.

- Some kind of interference.
- What do you mean?

- Sam, just be ready.
- Do we abort?

No, follow car is still go.

Stay in position. We do this deaf.

- Dinah...
- Stay in position. That's an order.

(SONG PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

Drop your g*ns!
Turn around!

You see that water?

Five seconds.

You get really hot or really wet.
You choose.

- Is there any way we can turn that down?
- (SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)

Son of a bitch.

That's the second time
the truck's passed there.

It's a loop.

Someone's feeding us
a g*dd*mn loop.

FRANK: Take the van.

(ENGINE REVS)
(VAN ENGINE STARTS)

Stein, something's up.
Something's happened to the truck.

They were last at pier nine.

- I'm heading there.
- I don't understand.

- What do you mean...
- Get there.

- (ENGINE STARTS)
- It's being ripped off.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

MICRO: Frank, we got company.

You head for the highway.
I'll cut 'em off.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

What's happening?

FRANK: Keep driving.
You know where to go.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINES REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECH)
(ENGINE STOPS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- FRANK: What did you do?
- What did I do?

Yeah.

- What did I do?
- Mmm-hmm.

What did I do?
I got my hands... I

got my hands dirty,
you piece of sh*t!

Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey!

Go home. Go home.

FRANK: Just be still.
You're all banged up.

(WEAKLY) Castle...

FRANK: Stop that.

(SLIDE CLICKS)
(SHUDDERS)

FRANK: Agent Madani.

(SHUDDERING) Did...

Did you k*ll Wolf?

You're g*dd*mn right I did.

He was dirty.

You stay out of my way, Madani.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(CAR EXPLODES)
(GASPS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)