02x02 - Remember the Alamo

[bunniefuu]

MAN: Previously on "sh**t"...

If you ask any marine,
the reason we fought

was to make sure
we all got to come home.

[people screaming]

They're all wired!

Captain!

[screams]

Colin, I saw a sh**t.

Brother, I want payback
just as much as you do,

but even if there was a sh**t,

how are we gonna find him?

Yeah, he was here. He hung a screen.

- Ah, God damn it.
- She must've surprised him.

What the hell are you doing, anyway?

You have any idea how deep
this sh*t would be

if they caught you there?

- I have the job for you.
- And I've told you no.

You didn't even ask what it is.

NADINE: I'm happy at the FBI.

- How are you?
- This isn't normal for me.

Sweetheart,
this isn't normal for anyone.

I can have Julie Swagger

in the air in minutes.

You're doing this out of
the kindness of your heart,

or is this you trying to
get me to work for you?

What are you talking about?

They're cleaning up.

[g*nf*re]

[grunts] Ah.

I'm hit. I can't feel it.

That's the shock.

I'll survive this. I promise.

Whoever this is, he's good.

[yelps]

♪ ♪

This wasn't terrorism.

It was m*rder.

And we're being hunted.

[slow drumming]

♪ ♪

This is - .

I got eyes on Abu Waheed.

ISAAC: Actual,
you have the green light.

Send in the bad news.

[g*nsh*t]

- BOB LEE: Where'd he go?
- DANNY: Oh, sh*t.

So much for Mr. I Never Miss.

ISAAC: - , can you confirm the k*ll?

- Uh, negative.
- Roger. Maintain overwatch.

We're moving in for a look.

[Humvee rumbling]

[intense music]

[tires squeal]

[engine idling]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[chickens clucking]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

One possible.
Your : , behind the wall.

[fast-paced music]

[g*nsh*t]

[rapid g*nf*re]

[thud]

Everybody good?

All: Good.

- , troop is in contact. We got...

- four down.
- All right, this is - .

I advise you check out
that two-story building,

northwest corner of town.

This is Actual. What do you see, - ?

I got visuals on satellite dishes.

Looks like somebody important
might live there.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[g*nsh*t]

[thud]

I didn't know the forecast
called for dead guys.

BOB LEE: No more threats
at this time, over.

ISAAC: All right, now move
to our position.

Copy.

♪ ♪

[material fluttering]

Execute.

[expl*si*n, debris clattering]

Move, move, move!

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[g*nf*re]

Stay on the ground.

- Stay on the ground!
- [grunts]

ALI: Clear!

♪ ♪

- DOBBS: Clear!
- Coming up.

DOBBS: All clear.

Any luck finding the mullah?

We found blood, but no body.

Hey, Cap. You gotta see this.

[apprehensive music]

[panting]

♪ ♪

God damn.

♪ ♪

That's a lot of dope.

[dramatic music]

[intense, slow music]

♪ ♪

Jesus, Tio, doesn't the Embassy have

- any cars with better seats?
- You do realize

the city is still basically on lockdown?

- That's why we called you.
- Dobbs,

let me tell you something:
I'm not an Uber, okay?

And I don't know why you guys want to go

to the airport anyway.
It's still a sh*t show there.

[siren wailing]

These guys are Turkish, right?

According to what I heard.

They rolled in on Maltese passports.

su1c1de bombers from Malta.

Yeah, I'm waving
the bullshit flag on that one.

Malta sells economic citizenship.

They bought their passports.

- Yeah, , Euros, at least.
- [Dobbs whistles]

So, you're sure the consul won't talk?

German intelligence says
he yelled diplo-immunity.

He's gonna be expelled ASAP.

Is that why we're going to the airport?

- Are you hoping to intercept him?
- I was.

[indistinct talk on radio]

I got a better idea.

[birds chirping]

- Morning.
- Oh!

I am so glad you're home safe.

- Thanks.
- I know Mary will be

- over the moon.
- Mm-hmm.

Did she wake up when you went in?

- No, she slept like a rock.
- I'm glad.

- Thanks.
- Are you okay?

I'm fine.

- Thanks.
- Any word from Bob Lee?

Yeah, he's gonna come home
when he can bring Kevin.

I'm gonna go shower, okay?

[soft music]

[water dripping]

♪ ♪

[inhales sharply, sighs]

Kevin!

[screams]

♪ ♪

[knocking]

- MARY: Mom, are you in there?
- Yeah, sweetie.

[doorknob clicks]

Hi! Oh, my gosh, Mousey!

Estella said you guys
were both coming home.

I know. Daddy will be home

- tomorrow, okay?
- Okay.

[breathes deeply]

[chuckles]

I don't like it when you leave.

Me either. I miss you too much.

[laughs]

And you grow, like,

five inches every time I leave.

- [laughs]
- Did Dad get me any coins?

I don't know. We should ask him, huh?

- Yeah.
- I'm sure he will.

[traffic humming]

[sighs] This'll pinch.

Antibiotics until we get to Beirut.

They have one of the best
hospitals in the world.

Won't they be expecting us?
At the airport.

We'll travel over ground to Laos,

charter a flight from there.

But what about the money and passports?

I have a go-bag at the gym.
We'll switch cars after.

Once we're clear, we'll figure out

- what to do from there.
- [breathing heavily]

You said it would never be boring.

I figured we'd
travel the world as tourists.

_

I will end it.

_

[indistinct German radio chatter]

- [background chatter]
- [camera lenses clicking]

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[car disengage alarm chirps]

[dark music]

♪ ♪

Don't stop for anything.

♪ ♪

[tires screech]

Hands up!

[shouting in German]

[continues shouting]

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t...

[engine idling]

[tire iron clangs]

[whimpering]

[dark music]

[overlapping muttering, grunting]

♪ ♪

BOB LEE: You tell me where
you were taking the Consul.

- You tell me now!
- I have diplomatic immunity.

We don't give a sh*t.

Who are you, huh?

What do you want?

You sold passports to t*rrorists

who k*lled American Marines.

You're CIA?

I don't know what you're talking about.

All right.

Either your boss talks, or you die!

- CONSUL: I-I-I...
- Three!

- I...
- Two!

One!

[g*nsh*t, driver groans]

All right. See?

You see that? Huh?

[breathing heavily]
All right, all right.

You see that? You're next.

You d*ed the minute
you sold those passports.

I alone can bring you back,

but you tell me who the buyer was.

[breathing rapidly]

The Golden Crescent.

How do I find them?

The passports were delivered
to a warehouse

at Sohrhof Strasse.

♪ ♪

You got that?

♪ ♪

Let's go.

We've got a little problem.

- BOB LEE: Huh?
- NADINE: Out of the van, now!

Get out of the van now.

[exhales] Ohh...

It's been a long time, Agent Memphis.

What brings you to Germany?
I'm on special assignment.

I'm here to take you home... all of you.

We're not finished.

The German authorities
are investigating.

They think it was
a random terror att*ck.

It wasn't.

Now, you know I'm right,
or you wouldn't be here.

What are you gonna find

that the German police won't?

I already did.

Golden Crescent.

Where'd you hear that?

You don't wanna know.
Just give us some time

- to run it down.
- We have a lead on a location.

I gotta check in at the Embassy,

and then I'm wheels up at midnight.

You're either on the plane,
or you're on your own.

- I'll clean this up.
- You have your passports?

Yeah, at the hotel.

I'll get 'em.

I'm in... at the Brandt, room...

. I know.

.

[sheep bleat distantly]

[door clatters]

Clear!

[woman sobbing]

Clear!

This is - . Jackpot.

[sobs softly]

- He's dead.
- All right, guys,

let's bag him and get him out of here.

[woman wailing loudly]

Jesus Christ, really?

Her husband was a drug dealer,
not Saint Theresa.

You know, that is, like,
nine kinds of disrespectful.

We need to get that
Engagement Team in here.

All right, they're just
on the outside of town,

waiting for the all clear.
Let me see if I can raise 'em.

Hey, make sure they send the cute one.

What's her name? What do you mean,

"What's her name?" You're the one

always talking to her. Yeah, yeah,

but that doesn't mean I'm listening.

- Know what I'm saying?
- [scoffs]

You're just a big, dumb animal,
aren't you, Rodriguez?

Don't hate the player.

- Hate the game, hombre.
- Game?

- You got no game, man.
- What?

Zero game.
And her name is Tio, by the way.

- Sergeant Tio.
- Tio... thanks.

Tio, this is - . Are you on the net?

- Go for Tio.
- We're gonna need you

down here. The mullah's wife

- is freaking out.
- Sounded like you guys

- had contact.
- No, no, we're all good here.

And we got Nailer on overwatch.
Don't sweat it.

Why don't you roll in through
the south side of town,

- and I'll flag you down.
- Roger that.

I'm Oscar Mike.

[engine turns over]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Where do you need me?
- On a beach

- in a bikini, mamacita.
- Really?

Who else is gonna be there?

Put him on a leash already, would you?

Hey, baby, ain't no leash strong enough

- to hold back my love.
- [laughs] Man!

All right, enough bullshit.
They're bagging up

the mullah's body right now.
We found a sh*t-ton of H.

Ooh, I can't imagine
that's going over well.

Just another day in paradise.

Let's go see what she knows.

- Let's go.
- Let's go.

[dramatic tones]

[wife sobbing]

[screaming]

[whimpering]

[sobbing]

BOB LEE: All right, so what's the plan?

- Waiting on orders.
- So the neighbor clan

can come down here with their pickups

and just load up like it's Christmas?

There is a -million dollars' worth

of heroin in that safe house.
You honestly think

that someone ain't coming for that?

I say we bug out
before this goes sideways.

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

You'll defend what I tell you to defend.

Is that clear?

- [wife sobbing]
- Burn it.

Torch the building, too.

ANGELA: We're not the DEA.
These people are farmers.

We destroy their livelihood,
we radicalize the whole village.

We leave this behind,
it's like leaving a blank check

- to buy weapons.
- Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt,

but base is saying we got
a sh*t-ton of bad guys

- headed our way.
- Yo, you want me to call

for an exfil?

How far away are the hostiles?

About a click.

That's, like, ten minutes
on foot in this terrain.

We can dig in, buy you some time.

They want a g*n fight,
we'll give it to 'em.

How much spare diesel do we have?

- DOBBS: Oh, we got enough.
- All right, Dobbs.

Grab some guys, go pack up those dr*gs

- to be destroyed.
- Roger that.

- Bob Lee, overwatch.
- I'll set up on top

of the drug stash.

It's the safest building here.
They're not gonna send an RPG.

Buy us as much time as you can.

Copy.

Let's go, pork.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[sighs] Here we go again.

[chuckles] Come on, Pork.

We're gonna do some good hunting.

Just like the Alamo.

You realize how
the Alamo went down, right?

[indistinct radio chatter]

[lock clicking]

Help you?

Heinrichs, Federal Police. And you?

Nadine Memphis, FBI.

I didn't realize the Federal Police

could perform searches
without a warrant.

And I didn't realize we had
extended jurisdictional courtesy

to the FBI. This hotel is a crime scene.

Swagger and his friends
have gone missing.

Have you been in contact with them?

- Well, are they under arrest?
- No.

He's leaving at midnight.
I'm here to collect his things.

Ah.

Very well.

[edgy music]

What district were you from?

Giessen.

- You got here fast.
- I was in the area.

Does the name Golden Crescent
mean anything to you?

Hmm. Why... why do you ask?

Just checking a lead.

Golden Crescent...

an Arab crime syndicate.

Besides dr*gs and prostitution,

they also lend money to refugees
for exorbitant rates.

They're pieces of sh*t
who preys on their own people,

- but there's nothing we can do.
- Why's that?

Well, we can't prove who runs it.

I have a cell number, but I'm afraid

we do not have the same
cell phone tracking capabilities

as Uncle Sam.

Perhaps Uncle Sam can help.

[edgy music]

♪ ♪

[pen scratching on paper]

[pen clatters]

If you get anywhere,
I'd appreciate a call.

Thanks, Officer...

Heinrichs.

Franz Heinrichs.

♪ ♪

You need to clean out
the warehouse immediately.

All right, do
a counter-surveillance route

- and circle back in two minutes.
- All right.

Hey... be careful.

Keep the engine running.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[men grunting]

[shower running]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[men grunting]

[lock clicks]

[knob clicking]

[intense music]

♪ ♪

[both grunting and shouting]

♪ ♪

[both grunting and shouting]

[both grunting]

[choking]

- [g*nsh*t]
- Ah!

[gasping]

[men grunting]

[panting] They found us.

We gotta get out of here... now.

Come on. Lin?

Lin, Lin! Lin!

[dramatic musical sting]

[muffled shouting]

[sobbing and gasping]

[intense music]

♪ ♪

[breathless sobbing]

[intense musical buildup]

[distant train horn blows]

[distant railway bell dings]

[train horn blowing]

ANGELA: Still no sign of movement.

Are we sure this is the right place?

There's only one way to find out.

- Roger that.
- No, you gotta

stay in the van. You're active duty.

If this thing turns into a goat screw,

I don't want you going to Leavenworth.

You think there's any way

I'm letting you go in there without me?

They k*lled our friends.

[tools clatter]

This is the best I can do.
This ain't Texas.

Oh, who needs a
when you could have a... bat.

Hey, Tio, you wanna trade
your p*stol for a pry bar?

- Thanks, I'm good.
- Suit yourself.

Okay, guys. We gotta expect that

they're armed with more
than just sporting goods, okay?

Speed's our only security.
We hit it hard and fast.

Anybody draws down on you, hurt 'em.

Ooh-rah!

[intense music]

♪ ♪

Ready?

[metal clicks]

[wings fluttering]

Man, looks like a dry hole.

[soft suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

This must be where they made the vests.

"Black Wolf Bar, Austin, Texas."

That's a long way from Germany.

♪ ♪

sh*t.

[tense music]

- DONNY: You ready?
- Yup.

DONNY: All right, I got it
at - - meters.

All right, I'm gonna hold
/ ... low on his belt.

- What you got for wind?
- About miles per hour.

Giving it two dots, left hip.

Copy that. Send it.

[g*nsh*t, casing clatters]

DONNY: Hit.

[intense music]

Smoke?

There you go.

♪ ♪

Smoke.

♪ ♪

Aw... no smoke for you.
You're a bad boy.

You get coal in your stocking this year.

♪ ♪

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

Smoke up, Johnny.

Go, Yankees.

[computer beeping]

Come on, come on, give me a hit.

[background chatter]

[cell phone vibrating]

- What's up?
- Hey, it's Memphis.

Got some actionable Intel
on the Golden Crescent.

I'm gonna text you an address.

I'm obligated to pass it along
to local authorities.

- Do you understand?
- Of course.

How long is it gonna
take you to get it to them?

- Couple of hours?
- Perfect.

[frying pan sizzling]

Can I help?

Lunch is almost ready. Go change.

You're still in your PJs.
It's almost the afternoon.

Ooh, can I have juice?

No, you can have milk,
because it's healthier.

Dad lets me have juice.

- Mom does other fun things.
- Like what?

Mary, can you please
just go get dressed?

Mary! What are you thinking?

What are you doing?

I told you not to touch the hot stove!

- I just wanted to help...
- ANNE: I'll clean that up...

No! You never touch the hot stove.

Do you understand me?

[whispering] Okay.

Why don't the two of you
go out to lunch, huh?

Yeah, that's a good idea.

I'll go put my clothes on.

Mary.

How about instead, um...
I'll put on my PJs.

We can have a pajama party.

It'll be like Wacky Wednesday...
like your book.

Can we have breakfast for lunch?

It's Wacky Wednesday. Why not?

- I love you.
- I love you too.

Stop scaring me.

[dark music]

♪ ♪

[buzzer rings]

♪ ♪

[people talking faintly]

[sighs]

You wanted to see me?

- You failed.
- There were circumstances

that I did not expect.

You gave me your word,
and I gave you my money.

I paid for those young men
to sacrifice their lives

and most of the Marines still live.

You promised me the Americans would die.

The Turkish men did not
give their lives in vain...

I don't give a sh*t about the Turks.

I don't like wasting my money.

Look at me.

I'm going to handle it.

I came here to give you my assurance.

- Should I be worried?
- I have a plan.

I asked if I should be worried.

Yes.

[wood clatters]

- [door slams]
- Why are you doing this?

- We work for you!
- Waheed!

What do you mean, you work for us?

[distant g*nf*re]

[g*nsh*t, casing clatters]

Hit.

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nf*re ricochets]

Ah, sh*t.
They got our position dialed in.

Hey, focus and keep feeding me targets.

[intense music]

♪ ♪

Something's going on with these two.

- You know what she said?
- She just told her son

- to be quiet.
- Son?

She called him Waheed.
The mullah was Abu Waheed,

which means "father of Waheed."

BOB LEE: This is - .

We got enemies approaching meters

Talis, possibly more.

- [g*nsh*t]
- Hit.

[g*nsh*t]

Hit!

- [g*nsh*t]
- Hit.

- It's time to go.
- She won't talk.

Bullshit. Tell me what your son
was talking about.

[distant g*nf*re]

Captain, it's against
their customs to talk to a man.

I don't give a sh*t.
Her husband was a drug dealer.

She's in the game.

- [g*nf*re, casing clattering]
- Hit.

We're leaving in a few minutes,

and we're gonna take your son with us.

You understand?

[distant g*nf*re]

Please, talk to us.

[intense musical buildup]

[jaunty country music]

Hi! Welcome to Waffle Corral.

We just need a table for two, please.

- Right this way.
- Thanks.

- I like your PJs.
- Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hop in.

- Enjoy.
- Thank you.

Do you think she noticed
it was Wacky Wednesday?

[giggling]

♪ ♪

Ooh, they're here. Yummy.

- Here you go, young lady.
- Thank you.

Look at that... ah! Put down your spoon.

What comes first?

Lord, thank you very, very, very much

for my waffles and milkshake.

BOTH: Amen.

- Way to go.
- How much can I have?

All of it. It's all yours.

[country music continues]

I'm sorry I dropped the pan.

You don't need to be sorry.

I'm sorry that I got mad
at you and yelled.

Mama's been having a little bit
of a hard time lately.

What's wrong?

You know sometimes

when you have nightmares about monsters?

And you wake up and you're still scared?

Daddy protects us from the monsters.

Yeah, he does.

Just, sometimes he's not around.

Can Mommy stop the monsters too?

No, I just give them
too much whipped cream

and fill their bellies up
until they ache.

- Really?
- Really.

Does Daddy have nightmares?

[dark music]

- [g*nf*re]
- Ah...

Got more incoming enemies.

[g*nf*re]

Well, sh*t.

That's one way to conserve a*mo.

What's the status on the dr*gs?

They're almost all accounted for.

More incoming enemies at meters.

It's too many.

This is - .
We got another wave of tangos

headed our direction.
I'm almost Winchester on a*mo.

Roger, - . Break contact,

- rendezvous for exfil.
- Our ride's here.

Load up the prisoners.

This is your last chance
to save your son.

_

Who did the dr*gs belong to?

[intense music]

♪ ♪

Meachum.

Hugh Meachum? CIA?

DONNY: Jesus Christ.

We gotta get the hell out of here.

Cut him loose.

She's coming with us
for more questioning.

No!

No! She told you what you wanted!

You lying murderers!

Go home.

[helicopters droning]

You people betrayed us.

♪ ♪

That's the last of it.

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Bob Lee...

we sure about this?

Sure as we can be
about anything in this place.

[flare pops, hisses]

[boom]

♪ ♪

DONNY: Remember to dig your corners

and don't give 'em anything to sh**t at.

First one through the door takes the M.

If anyone's pulling
the trigger on my w*apon,

- it's gonna be me.
- DONNY: I guess you're going first.

[ominous tones]

BOB LEE: Dobbs, once you cut
the power, stay out on watch.

Roger that.

♪ ♪

Standing by to cut the power.

[softly] Execute, execute.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[exhales]

_

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WOMAN: Yes. What is this call
in regard to?

Hi, this is Nadine Memphis from the FBI.

I'm calling to speak with
Officer Franz Heinrichs.

I'm sorry, Officer Heinrichs
is no longer with us.

Franz Heinrichs?

Are you sure? I met him today.

He was k*lled in the line
of duty last week, ma'am.

Who is this?

♪ ♪

BOB LEE: We got a lot of bodies up here.

Be ready.

♪ ♪

ANGELA: Nothing on the first floor.

Checking the basement.

[dark music]

♪ ♪

DOBBS: Street's still clear.

[coughing]

[coughing]

[groaning]

sh*t.

Waheed.

[phone dialing]

b*mb! Get out!

[boom]

[Euros fluttering]

[grunting]

ANGELA: Bob Lee, you okay?

[intense music]

♪ ♪

So, what happened out there today?

Man, the less we know, the better.

But the Intel came down proper?

It came from Meachum?

sh*t.

So Meachum sends us in
to smoke his own guy?

Guess he was looking to make a change.

But he's got guys. Why use us?

We were never
supposed to find that heroin.

This sh*t ain't good.

I'll have a word with the boys.

They'll keep quiet.

I'm not worried about our boys, Gunny.

We b*rned -million dollars'
worth of CIA dope.

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

Mr. Johnson,

nine months ago, you crossed into Canada

on foot at Niagara Falls.

Then today, you return
on a one-way ticket from Tokyo.

During that time, Rasheed Newson
visited Cape Town,

Algiers, and Athens...

while Thomas James Brady
went to Istanbul,

New Delhi, and Bangkok.

I came here on a valid passport.

You had no right to stop me.

If you didn't do anything wrong,

then why is there an
Interpol orange notice

indicating you are a thr*at
to national security?

Patricia Gregson.

Who's that? Your lawyer?

Patricia. Gregson.

[engines whirring]

- Ten minutes.
- Any issue with the police?

It's like you were never there...

'cause you weren't.

Tio will do her part?

She's solid. She won't say a word.

I still think
she should've come with us.

She's a Marine.

[carts rattling]

Whoever did this is gonna get put down.

Copy that.

First, we need to get our boys home.

- [g*nshots]
- [grunting]

[man grunting]

[panting]

- [g*nsh*t]
- Ah!

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[g*nsh*t]

♪ ♪