01x06 - Transience

[bunniefuu]

So, I want to say
that the low gear is

31/34

- versus my old 26/51, right?
- 26/51.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

So...

That closer ratio
cassette at the back is...

it's pleasant because, you know,

- you lose that big jump.
- Right.

You know, smoother.

No, it sounds
like a great machine.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Well,
till you take it out on the...

Can we cut the bull,
please, here, James?

Hon.

He didn't drive up here to talk
about your bikes, Victor.

He's here about the girls.

I got to leave town.

Yeah.

That's about right, isn't it?

Come on, Rachel.

No, you take a trip.

We'll be good.

It's not a trip.

You're gonna hear some things
in the coming days.

More than likely,

people will come around
with some questions.

What people?
What are you talking about?

Lauren and Lucy...

...are my light.

They're my everything.

I would never
do anything to harm them.

Well, we know that,
of course. Come on.

But somebody did.

And it might come down to me
to make it right.

You do what you need to do,
James.

Chevy
Silverado heading north on Highway 1.

All units responding.

High-speed chase
involving multiple agencies

and possibly the suspect
involved in today's bombing

in downtown San Francisco.

Stay tuned to KVVK
for more updates.

- How far out are you?
- Not in the cards, Liz.

Reece, our fight
is not with these people,

so get your ass here,
and I'll get you out.

Liz, situation's escalated.

I am not bringing this to you.

Uh-uh, Reece.
I'm-I'm coming to get you.

Negative.

I'm moving
in the opposite direction.

You need to go.

All units in Stinson
or Point Reyes,

we need you south.
Suspect is heading your way.

We f*cking got him.
Moving in the PIT.

It's not gonna f*cking work
on this guy.

FBI, this is Stinson
PD. We are set and ready.

Come on, let's go. We got him.

sh*t.

Reece!

- g*n!
- g*n, g*n, g*n!

Moving!

- Moving!
- SAM 1, cease fire!

All units, hold your g*ns.
Stand by!

Go ahead and sweep
that interior, 17.

Let me know what you got.

FBI,
copy the update.

Clear.

Got eyes on it?

Who has jurisdiction here?

f*ck.
Sir, it's Mac.

What the f*ck
is going on up there, Agent?

We've cornered Reece
in a state park

north of San Francisco.

- You need SWAT?
- SWAT won't be enough.

We need HRT and all
available tactical personnel.

Copy that.

Let me know when you've got
a base camp up and running.

Copy.

I need
a few more units

at the intersection of Deer Park
and Frank Valley,

and all units are reminded
to advise immediately

if you get sight of the suspect.

Air support is on its way.

Rangers are coordinating the
evacuation of the entire park.

...the search. Copy?

I copy that.

...K9 response.

Where the f*ck are my pills?

Ah, come on, where are you?

Ah.

All right.

Yeah,
K9 unit just arrived on scene.

I need all those recovered items
from the suspect's vehicle

for tracking purposes.

All units are advised

to hold the perimeter
and be reactive only.

Sit tight until HRT arrives.

HRT.

It's f*cking bad, Ben.

- Temps are dropping. Doppler's a f*cking horror show.
- Good.

- Not good. Things are about to get biblical up here.
- Listen,

more rain means less ISR
for Reece to deal with.

Drones. C-2 repeaters.

They're gonna be grounded.
As a matter of fact,

I hope it rains for days.
That storm?

f*cking frogman luck
right there.

I could steal
one of these news birds.

I got a-a radio
to monitor communications.

- Touch down in his A.O.
- What,

and lead the FBI right to him?
No. We're not doing that.

If you can find him in a helo,

- he's already f*cked.
- Son of a bitch.

You got to sit tight,
let him do his job.

f*cking warned him, Ben. I...

He's not him-himself. He...

He's not thinking clearly.

K9 unit,
what's your 20?

We have heavy weather...

Dogs lost his scent.

We'll get him back.
We just need more time.

We don't have time.

Sentinel, this is Mac.

Tell Tony we need to double

our patrol presence
on the highway.

Reece at 50%
is better than most at 100.

Stay strong. Stay put, Liz.

And whatever happens
in those woods, that's on him.

Listen, little sis,

you're the only optimist I know.

Start f*cking acting like it.

"Frogman's luck."

I drew that
before you left, Daddy.

We're gonna get
through this, okay?

You hear that bell?

Give me one more quitter,
and this sh*t ends.

Eyes up.

I said eyes up!

That bell wants you to quit!

You ring that bell,
and your misery's over.

Your pain is over.

You quit, and it ends.

But if you quit on yourself,

- you quit on all of us.
- Uh, Reece, I'm hurting.

Don't even think about it, Ben.
Just don't even think about it.

- It's not even there.
- You got to get comfortable

being uncomfortable!

Downrange,

you trust the man on your left

and your right!
That's all you got out there.

But the truth is we don't know
what's going on with you, Reece.

Captain Howard
has made a full-time job

out of covering your six.

And given the fact
that you couldn't protect

your men nor your family,

we can't in good conscience...

You hear that, Reece?

- You got what it takes?
- Hooyah, sir!

Or are you gonna tarnish
your daddy's reputation

as a frogman?

Negative, sir!

Then show me you're
half the f*cking warrior

he was.

I guarantee
I never quit on my men.

Don't you quit on me.

Varsity's here.

Our fugitive appears
to be tracking north-northeast,

making this our new search area.

You'll infil from the south
while our second element,

led by Marshal Wilson
and Detective Garrity,

come in from the north,
boxing him in.

The weather's cleared enough
to get a C-2 bird and drone

over the mountain, so we're
gonna have eyes in the sky.

It's just a matter of time
before we ping him

or get a heat signature.

Is there a problem?

All due respect, sir,

I know Commander Reece.
I served with him

in the SEAL teams.
Guy's a legend.

Total patriot.

This is completely
out of character for him.

What's your name?

Smitty.

Your total patriot
set off a b*mb

and ex*cuted a man
on the streets of San Francisco.

He's being treated
for traumatic brain injury

and possible brain tumor.

This is not
the James Reece you remember.

Now, you are here
to help me bring him in. Period.

Anyone else have a problem
with that, you speak up now.

I think what Smitty meant to say

is if James Reece
is off the rez,

we got our work cut out for us.

That being said,

Smitty, you're gonna
ride the pine on this one.

- Boss, I'm still good to go. I...
- Can't risk it.

If sh*t pops off out there,

I got to know
you're gonna take that sh*t.

You'll stay back with the MCC.

- Looks like we'll be a man down, so...
- You'll have

your six.
I'm gonna come with.

We're best operating on our own.

I've done tactical at Quantico.

I've earned quals
in survivalist training,

orienteering
and back country tracking.

If I slow you down,
I give you full permission

to leave me behind.

Copy that.
Let's get ready to roll.

See you out there.

Traveling light, gents;
three-day pack.

Orienteering, huh?

Boy Scouts
give you a badge for that?

Eagle Scouts, Mac.
Eagle Scouts. Think they know?

Look...

I know how bad we want Reece,

but you know
how far he's gonna go, right?

There's no corner man
to throw in the towel

- out here.
- Throw in the towel?

- I'm just saying...
- Mac, who do you think you're talking to?

I winged him. Reece is injured,

and now we got the big g*ns
on our side.

I knew
it was Eagle Scouts.

...is linked to
the Tedesco k*lling?

Did James Reece
k*ll his men in Syria?

Any comment on any of this, sir?

Why won't you
answer the question, sir?

HRT, this is Sentinel.
ISR has a lock

on an unidentified
heat signature

in the search area.
How copy? Over.

Have you good copy.
On our way.

We're gonna earn
that Trident today, boys.

Sentinel, we are in!

We have an unidentified cell
signal that just went active.

Sending updated GPS now.

He's really close, sir.

Just over that ridge.

All right, let's go.
Move out on me.

HRT, this is Sentinel.
That cell signal

is stationary, 20 meters ahead.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Hey,
give me a perimeter.

Layun. Psst.

Don't touch it.

- It's not my first rodeo.
- EOD,

we got a possible IED.

Let's do this.

- Leeroy Jenkins!
- Down, down, down!

- sh*t.
- Grenade!

sh*t!

Hey, give me a head
count. Crazy, you up?

- Up!
- Tee, are you up?

- Up!
- Olson, you up?

- Up!
- Lowe!

He got my pack.

We got him.
Headed east from you.

HRT, we have
multiple heat signatures.

- Copy. Which one's Reece?
- I don't know.

He's in the creek bed.

We've got multiple heat
signatures in the creek bed.

Fucker's using
batteries as decoys.

Damn it.

It's negative here.

There he is.

Northwest from your position.
Heading for high ground.

- Let's go, let's go.
- Uphill.

Come on, let's push.

You're it, Daddy!

Come on, I tagged you.

HRT,
you're closing the distance.

80 meters.
He's headed straight up.

James Reece!

This is
FBI Special Agent Tony Layun!

Come down with your hands up!

Come down now, Commander!

We got you pinned, Reece!

Reece!

Come talk to me!

No weapons! Just us!

We can work this out!

I know you're in pain!

It doesn't have to be like this!

Let's get you somewhere safe,
get you some help!

He's on the move!

Cease fire, cease fire!

Anyone got eyes on him?

Negative, sir.
He's up there, though.

Let's move out.

Hey, we're on the move.
On me, uphill.

You got this, brother?

That's him.
He ain't gonna give us long.

You're dope solid?

- Yep.
- Precision with a r*fle

requires precision of thought.

Now canoe
this m*therf*cker's head.

Come on, boss.

The window's closing.
You got to send it.

Requires
precision of thought...

We know
you're up there, Reece!

Reece!

f*ck he go? You think he jumped?

I hope he f*cking jumped.

No, he either skirted
the ridge line

or double-backed
down the mountain

and somehow we missed him.

Yo, I got something.

What does this mean?

Means he had the sh*t, Layun.

Oh!

HRT and SWAT element,

C-2 and ISR
are officially stopped down.

We'll pick it back up
when weather permits.

- Copy that, Sentinel.
- SWAT element copies.

Stay dry.
Stay safe. Will let you know

when eyes are back up.

Dry ain't part
of the equation out here.

Enjoy that tent tonight, Dep.

Jesus Christ, gentlemen.

g*dd*mn it, Reece.

You tackle the f*cking breacher.

Have a med kit, please.

f*ck.

f*ck you.

You need reinforcements
in there, babe?

Negative, Commander.
I think we're good.

Baby may have had
her first nightmare, though.

Tell my little Lucy
she's gonna be okay.

She's brave and strong,

just like her mama.

Nope,
it's not a nightmare.

She's just gassy.

Like her dad.

I miss you even when you're
in the next room.

Hey, babe?

I said
I can hear you, Commander.

This isn't gonna
end well.

You know that, don't you?

We heard you talking.
We know you're there.

Just forget it.

He's gone.
He ain't gonna answer again.

You could've sh*t me today,
but you didn't.

I know you're going
through something out here,

but I think you still know
I'm not your enemy.

None of us are.

We're just guys doing a job.

I bet you're tired.

I know you're hurt.

While you trained for this...

...sh*t, man,
it is not fun out here.

You have
my permission to leave

whenever you want, Agent Layun.

Sadly,
I can't go home without you,

as much as I'd like to.

If we keep going,
someone's gonna die out here.

And I don't think you want that.

But eventually chance, fate,

whatever else
you want to call it,

gets a vote.

This can't go on forever, Reece.

It's not forever.
Just till I'm done.

And when is that?

When the people
who k*lled my family

are in the f*cking ground.

What people, Reece?

You know,
my dad used to always say

that w*r is simple.

That's the easy part.

Coming home,

that's what's hard.

Being a good father,
good husband,

way harder
than being a good SEAL.

And I didn't get it.

Not until I held my baby girl
in my hands.

Still,

I tried to have both.

To be both.

They took her from me.

And what would your dad say

about what you did
in San Francisco?

He'd say it'd be a mistake
to push a man to v*olence

if v*olence is what
he has dedicated his life

to perfecting.

Commander?

Reece?

f*ck.

HRT, this is Sentinel.

We're working on getting C-2
and ISR back up and running.

- Stand by.
- Roger that, Sentinel.

We need those eyes.

Found something.

Compressed dirt.

Disturbed leaves.
Fucker slept here.

sh*t.

Looks like he took
the hard way down.

Found some blood
in the undergrowth.

He's still heading north,
but the tracks have changed.

Shorter gait.

I think big guy's
really hurting.

We got
a clear direction.

Might be close enough
for Loki to find him.

Loki?

We don't have to wait for C-2.

Now, the range is limited,

but we got
our own eyes in the sky.

All right, pack it up.

Loki'll do his thing.
We're back on the hunt, gents.

Hey, bug.

Oh, don't go.

Damn it.

Loki's down, but we got him.
He's one klick north.

All right, let's push. Move out.

SWAT element, this is HRT.

We've got him.
Sending grid coordinates now.

Copy that, HRT.
We are moving to you.

Hands up!

Hands up!

Everybody back!

Get your men back.
Everybody back.

You heard the man.

Get back.

Get back!

Everyone back. Everyone back.

- Come on.
- All right.

You're blue, I'm green,
but we all bleed the same color.

You don't want to do that. Easy.

What are you, Army?

Even SEALs need heroes.

Then you know what this is.

You fire, I clack this off.

You keep your men back.

You tell HRT
to hold their position.

I can't do that, Commander.

Put it down, Commander.

Don't make me k*ll you.

HRT is in position.

Don't do it!

Ah!

- Fall back!
- No, no, no!

Mac!

Okay.

No. No.

No.

Come on, Mac.

Come on. Wake up, Army.

All right. All right.

All right. All right.

Wake up, Army.

Wake up for me, Army.

Mac!

Mac!

Wake up, Army.

Okay. Okay.

You're okay. You're okay, Army.

Okay.

You're okay, Army.
You're okay. You're okay.

Mac!

Mac.

- Mac.
- Back up. Back up.

- Mac, wake up.
- SWAT element, do you copy?

What's her status, Tee?

She's breathing,
but she's hypoxic.

Mac, Mac, Mac.

- Where's Reece?
- Sending medevac

to your location.
How copy, sir?

Come on, Mac.

Does anyone have eyes on Reece?

Stay with me.

Stay with me, Mac.

The mudslide,
believed to have been caused

by an expl*si*n of some sort,
happened earlier today.

And while it's still
too soon to be certain,

initial reports speculate
James Reece is dead.

f*ck.

Hey.

Thought I told you to leave.

f*ck.

I'm sorry, Liz.

Thank you for these.

Any word on Katie Buranek?

The reporter?

She's alive.

She must've
really wanted the story to

get that close to Horn.
Took stones.

You know,
I saw them out in the woods.

Lauren and Lucy.

I like that.
Kept you going.

Watching over you.

No, it's...

I keep remembering the same
morning over and over again.

The details are different,
but...

it's, uh...

I need to get it out of my head.

Why?

It's getting in the way.

I get that.

After Najaf, took me 18 months

to rehab my injuries, but

even after I was off crutches,
still couldn't fly.

Kept thinking about the crash.
Seeing my co-pilot.

Blamed myself for it, I did.

Wondering what
I could've done different.

I guess what I mean is, Reece,

maybe whatever's going on

in your head
ain't just about the tumor.

Maybe some of it is just about
dealing with the loss.

And no matter how
many people you k*ll, man,

even after you get 'em all...

ain't nothin' gonna
bring them back.

How far are we from the jump?

I'll let you know
when we're close.

We're clear!

Hey, Liz!

Roll Tide!