[♪ Mississippi Twilight: "Trigger"]
♪ I can see the rising sun ♪
♪ The devil's still on the run ♪
♪ All the pretty things burn out ♪
♪ Heart is beating in my head ♪
♪ Feeling numb with every breath ♪
♪ Smoke and fire all around ♪
♪ Finger on the trigger, finger on the trigger ♪
♪ Over, and we all fall down ♪
♪ Finger on the trigger, finger on the trigger ♪
♪ I see time is running out ♪♪
[Horn] No, Reece. Wait, wait. God, no.
[overlapping panicked screaming]
[♪ The Genies: "The First Time"]
♪ It was sudden ♪
♪ Oh, so sudden ♪
♪ Why my heart ♪
♪ Wanted its way ♪
♪ That's the first time ♪
♪ It has happened ♪
♪ To me ♪
♪ It has happened ♪
♪ To me ♪
♪ It was meant to be ♪
♪ At first sight ♪
- [sighs] - ♪ No love could be ♪
♪ The same ♪
♪ So let's make one ♪
♪ Of the two of us ♪
♪ So we'll have each other ♪
♪ To blame...
♪ ♪
[entry bell chimes]
Yeah.
Good.
All right.
I owe you one.
You look like shit.
- I look like shit? - [wrapper rustling]
You don't like it?
You look like Patrick Swayze who lives in his van.
Mmm.
Hartley just landed up north, by the way.
Oh, her place on Orcas Island?
She just dumped CID, too.
- For who, Secret Service? - One more guess.
Talos.
Contract sale for a dozen men, maybe more.
She knows I'm coming.
Yeah, she does.
Does it matter?
Fuck no, it doesn't matter.
Hasn't mattered yet.
[seagulls squawking]
♪ ♪
[indistinct radio chatter]
[indistinct radio chatter continues]
♪ ♪
[squeaking]
[Katie] Mind if I record this?
[recorder beeps]
Of course not. It's why you're here.
Yeah, to set the record straight.
You sound skeptical.
You used government resources to intercept my story.
I'm extremely skeptical.
Well, your story was wrong, Ms. Buranek.
Libelous, in fact.
I thought before you went to print
you ought to understand the true order of events
exactly as they occurred.
Everything in my story has been corroborated.
I have documents from Steve Horn, Admiral Pillar...
I'm not denying you have the right facts.
You're just drawing the wrong conclusions.
Now, in your story, you refer to a shell company,
Oberon Analytics, and you imply
that I am the unnamed beneficiary.
I'm not.
I never received a payout from Steve Horn or anyone else.
That's really hard to believe considering the fact
that every conspirator was paid in the cover-up.
Well, I didn't conspire, Ms. Buranek.
I acted in accordance with the authority vested in me
by the Pentagon.
You tested an unlicensed drug
on a whole platoon of Navy SEALs.
I initiated that test.
But I had no part in a cover-up,
and I definitely didn't do it for profit.
Then why?
Why test RD4895?
My policies paved the way for troop drawdown
in Iraq and Afghanistan.
But for our special operators,
it meant longer deployments, more stress.
More trauma.
Which is an issue that I have
a moral and professional obligation to address.
But EUAs are used to solve acute problems,
to prevent imminent, catastrophic loss of life.
On average, between 17 and 22 veterans
commit suicide every day.
You add in active duty who take their own lives,
and it is the equivalent of two 9/11s every year.
And if that's not catastrophic loss,
I-I don't know what is.
And brain tumors in an entire platoon of Navy SEALs,
you consider that catastrophic?
Admiral Pillar sent me regular medical reports.
I had no reason to question their content.
So you're saying that you didn't know about the tumors?
Not until I saw you confronting Horn
on the news in San Francisco.
I mean, what you were yelling,
that meant nothing to the rest of the world, but for me,
it was a clarifying moment.
And when I realized that Horn and his cabal
engineered Operation Odin's Sword as a cover-up,
I initiated a DCIS investigation.
I was as upset about it as you are.
More so.
[Clemmons] Madam Secretary?
I need to escort you to the SCIF.
You have a call with the Joint Chiefs.
Thank you.
We'll pick this up later.
In the meantime, you could set up shop in the east wing,
probably away from a window.
Or you're free to go and publish what I've given you,
because...
it's the truth.
♪ ♪
[panting]
[pounding on door]
[treadmill beeps]
[treadmill whirring slows]
Roadblocks and checkpoints?
L.A. always knows what's best.
You see the Howards ID'd Ben Edwards?
Yeah. We looked into him. BUD/S classmates.
Guy's CIA. Ground Branch.
He was a ghost till now.
Hartley cuts loose CID.
Decamps with Talos contractors
and lets Reece come after her with zero oversight.
She's gonna kill him.
Then tell whatever story she wants.
At least it finally ends, right?
[sighs] Yeah, but not on our terms.
You know, when I left Quantico,
I could've written my own ticket.
I chose fugitives because I like the simplicity.
You don't have to prove motive or intent.
Just got to catch the son of a bitch
'cause he did what he did or else he wouldn't be running.
But I'm pretty sure the guy we've been chasing
is the victim,
and the people Reece is gunning for
- are guilty as sin. - Whoa.
What, are we rooting for Reece now, or...
No.
No, we get 'em all.
"We"?
We're on the bench, boss.
I made some calls.
We're not the only ones that want another shot.
You willing to fuck up a good career to see this through?
♪ ♪
[indistinct radio chatter outside]
[♪ Iron Maiden: "2 Minutes to Midnight"]
♪ Kill for gain or shoot to maim ♪
♪ But we don't need a reason ♪
[over radio] ♪ The golden goose is on the loose ♪
♪ And never out of season ♪
♪ Blackened pride still burns inside ♪
♪ This shell of bloody...
I cannot handle this music right now.
Oh, you can't handle it.
Okay.
[sighs heavily]
- All right. - [song stops]
- This one? - [♪ Guy Mitchell: "Heartaches By the Number"]
There you go.
♪ Heartaches by the number...
That's a good song.
♪ Every day, you love me less ♪
♪ Each day, I love you more...
Are my eyes deceiving me right now?
Was that a smile?
I mean, I vaguely remember you having one, but...
For a second there,
I thought both of us were losing our memory.
[scoffs]
- [laughs] - [phone vibrates]
♪ You left me...
Who is it?
It's the reporter.
She's on the island.
Yeah. Of course she is.
SecDef's got her own fucking human shield now.
How long till we're feet wet?
♪ Yes, I've got heartaches by the number...
Two, three hours.
Question is: Is there gonna be
a boat waiting for us when we get there?
He said it'll be there. It'll be there.
Hmm. I doubt that.
Raife Hastings.
I could live a thousand years and still wouldn't be able
to comprehend how you trust that motherfucker.
Well, I still trust you, don't I?
Ben.
Hmm?
Oh, fuck.
Shit.
♪ ♪
- [indistinct radio chatter] - [horns honking]
[Ben] We got three, four Chargers.
Couple Tahoes, couple bikes.
Seven...
eight cops.
We're not outrunning them here, man.
Hey, we're not fucking outgunning them, either.
We got no exit.
No cover.
I'm with you.
We'll get through.
We got to.
[indistinct radio chatter]
Morning, Officer.
What's good?
Driver's license, please.
Yeah, of course.
Oh, where is she? Oh.
One second here.
Where you headed this morning, Mr. Adams?
Off to, uh, Pacific City, sir.
Rumor has it there's a northern swell
with my name written all over it.
Mind if we take a look in back?
Routine check.
She's all yours.
♪ ♪
Morning.
You live in the vehicle, sir?
Oh, time to time, ma'am.
Just chasing waves.
[Barnes] ID check.
California, India, eight, eight, eight,
four, two, one, zero.
♪ ♪
[door creaks]
Sir.
I know what this is.
I got that silver alert on my phone on the way up here.
I mean, who kidnaps an old lady like that?
I mean, is she gonna, what,
run around and knit sweaters for everyone or...
Mr. Adams, can we just proceed in silence?
- Of course. - [radio chirps]
[dispatcher] Seven, Lincoln, four, two.
Not getting a hit on that name. Can you confirm the ID?
[Barnes] Last name: Adams. First name: Shane.
Male, white.
Date of birth: 07-22-1984.
[dispatcher] Seven, Lincoln, four, two.
ID check is clear. No wants and warrants for
last of Adams, first of Shane.
[Barnes] Seven-L-42. Roger.
Good on ID. Vehicle clear?
[Sorin] We're clear.
Have a great day.
Drive safely.
[engine starts]
[dispatcher] ...Xray, seven, nine, seven is showing clear.
No wants, no warrants. He is good to be released.
[officer] Yeah, they're clear.
Free to pass.
Go ahead. Clear.
[Hartley] I assume my financials were helpful.
As SecDef, I have to make them public every year.
$20 million would be very hard to hide.
[Katie] Hard but not impossible.
I would also like to access the Odin's Sword mission log.
I'll have it sent to your room.
Anything else?
We didn't finish our interview.
[recorder beeps]
To what extent are you aware of my father's history?
Well, I've read your biography.
I know that he came from logging money,
that he served in Korea and Vietnam.
I know about his struggles.
The alcoholism, psychotic episodes.
And that he took his own life.
When I was a child, he'd play me songs
on his ukulele in this very room.
Couldn't carry a tune, but he was happy.
After the war, that man was gone.
Respectfully, Madam Secretary, I think that's a dodge.
It doesn't take personal experience with PTSD
to think curing it is good.
Well, I expect it doesn't,
but protecting your mother from your father as a 12-year-old
or finding your father dead in the attic,
it adds fuel to the fire.
I'm sorry, but the question that I'm interested in
is whether or not we should test an unproven drug
on our troops without their knowledge or consent.
Trauma research is more effective
if carried out via blind study.
It's not a choice I made.
It's just the science.
Why not make this whole thing public after Odin's Sword?
I am making it public. Right now.
One could argue that you're trying to control the narrative.
That you're laying the blame on dead men
because they're not around to contradict you.
Will I be judged harshly for authorizing RD4895?
By some, maybe.
But I suspect others will understand my decision.
Do you think James Reece will understand?
We both know the answer to that question.
Do you blame him for what he's done?
I was in the war room during Odin's Sword.
I listened as his men were murdered
in those tunnels, powerless to save them.
And then to lose his wife, his daughter...
[clattering and thumping nearby]
You claim to be his champion,
but you have private military contractors
fortifying your house as we speak.
Reece is coming, Ms. Buranek.
I have no choice but to defend myself.
Doesn't make me a criminal.
It makes me human.
♪ ♪
The motherfucker came through.
[birds chirping and calling]
Shit.
Damn.
Raife really came through.
What's the note say?
Wishes us both good luck.
[boat engine starts]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[Mac] Thought we were gonna keep a low profile, guys.
Eh, we'll do better in the dark.
It's good to see you cleaned up, Mac.
- Layun. - We owe you guys one.
Been doing this job ten-plus years.
The only man we ever lost blows up an admiral?
You don't owe us shit.
Uh, I'll take your bags.
You covered on this?
Yeah, Tee's wife's a federal attorney.
Yo, Tee, what does she call it?
- Exi... - Exigent circumstances.
- Exigent. - We're in the vicinity doing water drills
and something goes down,
- we have an obligation to intercede. - [Mac] Hmm.
[Malick] Hope you all don't get seasick.
♪ ♪
[lights clanking]
♪ ♪
[printer whirring]
- [insects trilling] - [owl hoots]
[night birds calling]
Reece, listen to me.
I counted 15 fucking Talos external.
- I'm coming with you on infil. - Ben.
I need you on this .50 cal.
You're gonna stay at the boat, cover down from the lighthouse.
We stick to the plan. It'll work.
This is not the only option, man.
We turn around right now, go back the way we came.
That reporter has the story.
Hartley's not gonna walk.
We find that beach in Peru, brother,
crack some cervezas, and we just...
...we see where the tide takes us.
And I just wait for this bomb in my head to go off?
That's not how this ends.
♪ ♪
Hey.
You don't got to die alone.
I'm not alone.
[filtered breathing]
♪ ♪
[fire crackling]
[soft knocking]
Ma'am.
You're leaving?
I have to if I want to catch the last ferry.
Well, you can always leave in the morning.
I don't want to be here anymore.
I'm glad you changed your story.
I'll make a call to some outlets.
Thirty-two years of public scrutiny has its perks.
That would be helpful. Thanks.
I'll have a car brought around.
Uh, there's actually just one more thing.
Uh, I just want to do some fact-checking
just to make sure my time lines are straight.
- Whatever you want. - Thank you.
Um... [sighs]
Okay.
- Okay. Okay. - [beeps]
So, according to the Odin's Sword mission log,
you came into the war room with the mission already in progress.
- Yes? - That's correct.
I believe the mission clock said we were roughly 22 minutes in.
21:12, actually.
And then it was approximately how much time
before comms went down?
Well, that's in the log, correct?
Nine minutes and 21 seconds.
And there was nothing about Admiral Pillar
in that time that felt off to you?
Nothing out of the ordinary
in the intelligence reports in front of you?
No. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Not until Alpha Platoon encountered IEDs
- at 30:33 on the clock. - That's correct.
Great.
And do you recall the exact dates that you started
the budget reforms and the DCIS investigation?
I will reach out to my office and Agent Azad for those.
Do you remember if it was before or after Steve Horn's death?
I-I'm sorry. How is this relevant?
I'm just trying to understand the true order of events,
exactly as they occurred.
♪ ♪
[filtered breathing]
See, the thing is, you've told me
two different stories, Madam Secretary.
In the first story, you made a decision--
a questionable one maybe, but a justifiable one--
to resolve on ongoing mental health crisis in our military.
Only you put your faith in the wrong people,
Horn and Pillar,
who lied to you about the experiment
and then committed unspeakable crimes
in order to protect their profit margins.
Is that right so far?
And in the other version of the story,
you realize what they had done, and you took steps
to curb their access to your department.
And you began criminal investigations
because you wanted to make sure
that all of them were held accountable.
You're saying these are two stories.
These are the same story.
Well, no. They can't be the same story,
because in the first story,
you didn't know anything was wrong
with RD4895 until you saw me
yelling at Horn in San Francisco.
But in the second story,
you took actions to punish Horn and Pillar,
actions that your records show happened before San Francisco.
Do you see the contradiction?
How can you hold somebody accountable
if you didn't know they were committing a crime?
If you didn't know, in that room,
that Reece and his men would die in Odin's Sword?
Pillar had told me... uh, well, he explained
that there were complications with Alpha Platoon.
So you did know that they were ill?
I knew that there were unfavorable developments.
Headaches, memory loss.
Yeah, I would agree, pretty fucking unfavorable.
You know, Admiral Pillar assured me
they'd resolve the health issues.
And what did he mean, "resolve it"?
I assumed it meant medical care.
I'm sorry.
You skirted FDA regulations to test an unproven drug
on Navy SEALs, and when they got sick,
you didn't even ask what the plan was?
I never could have imagined
Horn and Pillar would do what they did.
You told me, and I quote,
"I had to listen as Reece's men were murdered
in those tunnels, powerless to help them."
- Why couldn't you help them? - Comms were down.
Eventually they went down, but you just said
you had nine minutes and 21 seconds of open comms
before Alpha Platoon went dark.
- There wasn't time... - How much time does it take to say "abort"?
The truth is, Madam Secretary,
for nine minutes and 21 seconds,
you considered the consequences of admitting
that you approved an experiment that gave 14 men brain tumors.
For nine minutes and 21 seconds,
you weighed your selfish needs and your legacy
against the value of those men's lives!
You chose to remain silent, and you let those men die!
Those men didn't just die!
They saved lives!
[exhaling sharply]
The trouble with you and your reporting is
that you act like our operators--
men who understand the nature of personal sacrifice--
you act like they're victims.
They're not. They're heroes.
Fourteen lives?
My policies save 40 men and women every day.
And when RD4896 comes out-- and one day it will--
that number will be higher. So, yes.
Yes, I stayed silent,
because it was a sacrifice that I was willing to make!
And if you asked James Reece to lay down his life
to spare his men the trauma of war,
it's a sacrifice he'd make in an instant as well!
Only you didn't ask him, did you?
[scoffs]
You just admitted to letting Alpha Platoon die.
[beeps]
Murder is murder whether or not you got paid for it.
♪ ♪
On you, brother.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[whispers] I'm in position. Send it.
You're not putting that story out, Ms. Buranek.
If you do,
the sacrifices of those men are meaningless.
[Ben] Going hot.
And I won't let you advance your career off their deaths.
In three...
- [footsteps approaching] - [indistinct radio chatter]
...two...
[Ben] ...one.
[men shouting]
[rumbling]
Oh, shit.
Move, move, move!
Ma'am, we need to move you. Now.
Okay. Stick with the plan.
Come with me.
Right over here. Keep your eyes up.
- Careful. - Copy that.
Moving.
- [grunts] - I got you covered!
Get down!
Muzzle flash on the quarters!
Hey, when we make shore,
you grab Lowe and get to that fricking lighthouse.
- I want that shooter. - Yes, sir. We're on it.
[overlapping shouting]
[man] They're taking out the lights!
[grunts, groans]
[sighs]
Ben.
- Balcony. - On it.
You are clear.
♪ ♪
All right, hit the beach, fan out.
Fuck.
FBI just landed.
Abort now.
How copy?
[man] What the fuck?
We got a dozen armed unknowns
approaching on the west shoreline.
[groans]
Get those lights back up.
FBI! Stand down! Stand down!
Reece, come on, buddy.
I'll see you on the other side, Ben.
Fuck.
[gunfire]
Federal fucking agents!
Hold your fire!
[man] Cease fire!
[gunfire stops]
[panting]
We're not the enemy.
HRT owns all this shit now. We're taking over the estate.
Stand your security element down.
- Where's the SecDef? - Second floor, northeast corner.
Got a safe room set up with a personal detail.
Where's James Reece?
♪ ♪
- On me. Move. - [explosion]
[silenced gunshot]
- [silenced gunshots] - [grunts]
Shit! We have contact!
We have contact!
[gunfire]
[man] Coming in!
[hissing]
[man] We got smoke in the corridor.
- [over radio] Check. - Hold your positions.
[gunfire]
[gasps]
[gunfire continues in distance]
You need to get out there.
FBI is on the grounds, ma'am. We should hold fast.
We're not waiting. Go. Go!
Yes, ma'am. We got this.
- [silenced gunshots] - [man shouts]
[grunts]
[gunfire continues in distance]
[gunfire continues]
[grenade clatters]
♪ ♪
[gunfire]
[grenade rolls]
- [grunts] - [high-pitched ringing]
[grunting]
- [gunshot] - [grunts]
[straining]
[grunts]
[panting]
[gruffly] Open it.
Open it.
[keypad beeps]
- [silenced gunshot] - [body thuds]
Reece, stop! Stop!
Move.
Reece, she didn't take the money.
The last account. Oberon Analytics.
It's somebody else. It's someone in the Agency.
Someone else who set up Odin's Sword.
I never meant to hurt you, Commander.
I swear, I wanted to help you.
It doesn't matter. She lit the fuse.
[groaning]
[Katie] Reece.
[Reece grunting and panting]
[quietly] See.
Yes. Your daughter drew this for you, right?
Look at this. Look.
She looked at you, and this is what she saw.
You can still be this.
Leave her to me. I got her.
I fucking got her, Reece. I got her on tape.
The whole world is gonna know she's a fucking disgrace.
Her only legacy will be shame,
but if you kill her now, it'll be murder.
[man over radio] It's over at the lighthouse.
No sign of the shooter.
Tee, you treat the wounded.
Mac, Smitty, on me.
- We'll take internal. - Roger that.
Take the east shore. I'll cover west.
♪ ♪
Reece, don't do this.
No. It's not in your world.
She's on the battlefield.
- [Katie] No! - [gunshot, body thuds]
[Katie gasps]
[Mac] Moving to Hartley's safe room.
♪ ♪
[insects trilling]
[grunts softly]
[pained grunt]
[Tony] Reece!
Put your weapon down.
[groans]
Reece.
Reece!
Don't make me shoot you.
[panting]
I'm already dead.
[Mac over radio] Tony, we've got a situation in the safe room.
The reporter's alive, but Hartley took her own life.
Do you copy?
Tony, do you have eyes on Reece?
Negative.
♪ ♪
[horns honking]
[scribbling on paper]
[phone chimes]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
♪ ♪
[creaking]
[sighs]
[scoffs softly]
I was hoping I'd see you again.
[Reece] Oberon Analytics.
You left that shell company off your list.
Pillar tried to tell me.
Said he had a name to offer up.
I was assumed he was talking about Hartley.
It was you, Ben.
It was fucking you.
You knew my source.
You fed bad intel through SDF.
You were in a perfect position to set up Odin's Sword.
I need to hear it from you.
Admiral swore...
...you were already dead.
Said you and the boys had tumors.
And I thought,
"Let 'em die with their fucking boots on...
...rather than in some hospital bed."
So did you do it for us or you do it for $20 million?
Maybe both.
At first.
I haven't spent a fucking dime.
I can't.
But you should know...
...I need you to know...
...that it's set in fucking stone.
Laura and Luce...
...I had nothing do with it.
And when I found out,
I wanted to set the fucking world on fire, brother.
I was with you.
Every step.
Cleaning up all those motherfuckers that took them.
That's the truth.
I know.
I'm sorry.
I know, Ben.
I, uh...
I got some new ink.
I didn't know if it was for you or for me.
Now I know.
It's okay.
Let's finish the list.
[sniffles]
[seagulls chirping]
[church bell tolling]
[gunshot echoes]
[soft guitar music playing]
[thunder rumbling]
[Lucy echoing] Is she gonna be okay, Daddy?
[guitar stops]
You don't have to lie to her.
I tell you what, Bug. I don't think she is.
- She's dead. - Yeah, that's right, sweetie.
Daddy.
What happens if you don't come home?
Oh, sweetheart, I'll always come home.
What if you don't?
Come here.
♪ ♪
If someday I don't come home from work,
you should know
that...
...your dad died doing something important...
...and that I was surrounded
by good men that I loved.
Like you love me and Mommy?
No. No, sweetheart.
I-I could never love anybody the way that I love you
and the way that I love your mom.
Your mom is still gonna be here, and she gonna take care of you
just like she always does when I'm on deployment.
You'll still have soccer on Sundays
and horseback riding.
And dancing in the backyard.
Dancing in the backyard.
And then, one day,
you're gonna get older,
and you're gonna take care of your mom.
And though I won't be here to watch that,
that doesn't mean that I won't keep my eye on you always.
Just... from someplace else.
From where?
From right here, honey.
Right here.
- [crying] - Come here.
♪ ♪
[♪ Martin Wave and Aidan Martin: "Watch Me Die"]
♪ Mm-mm ♪
♪ All the blood in my veins ♪
♪ Every inch, every inch of the pain ♪
♪ Oh, the higher I'll rise ♪
♪ Mm-mm ♪
♪ So break my bones ♪
♪ And curse my soul ♪
♪ Count your breaths ♪
♪ Down, down we go ♪
♪ Deep in the fire ♪
♪ I come alive ♪
♪ Oh, you're never gonna watch me die ♪
♪ Mm-mm-mm ♪
♪ Whoa ♪
[vocalizing]
♪ You're never gonna watch me die ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ So break my bones ♪
♪ And curse my soul ♪
♪ Count your breaths ♪
♪ Down, down we go ♪
♪ Deep in the fire ♪
♪ I come alive ♪
♪ Oh, you're never gonna watch me ♪
♪ You're never gonna watch me ♪
♪ Die ♪♪
[vocalizing]
[song ends]