♪ ♪
(explosions booming, rumbling)
(grunts)
-(two gunshots) -(groans)
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter in distance)
(indistinct chatter)
GREER: Agent Ritter.
What’s the CIA got for us today?
Lieutenant Commander.
Sun’s going down. We should get to it.
RITTER: The hostage is a CIA operative.
We believe he is being held
by Syrian government forces in a nearby building.
Call sign is "Randy." We approach from the south.
We should expect eyes on us here and here.
GREER: How many Syrian troops are we talking about?
I don’t have that information.
Well, that was a good talk.
(light chuckling)
-You a comedian? Is that it? -WEBB: No, no, no.
He’s just a bit of a smart-ass.
No, that’s not right. I’m the smart-ass.
Yeah, he’s, uh... he’s more of a badass.
-Oh. -(whispers): Yeah.
RITTER: Let’s move.
(cattle lowing)
(indistinct chatter)
-(silenced gunshot) -(man grunts, body thuds)
GREER: Three, two, one.
(explosion)
-(two gunshots) -(man groans, body thuds)
-(women whimpering, gasping) -(gunfire)
(groans)
-(indistinct shouting) -(explosive blast)
-(high-pitched ringing) -(men groaning)
Clear!
(gasping)
Hostage identity confirmed.
It’s him.
Let’s move.
-What the hell is this, Ritter? -WEBB: I got you, man.
These are ex-Russian military.
You said Syrian army, not Russians.
I don’t see any Russians.
Okay, what are we waiting for? Let’s go.
Let’s move.
JOHN: RPG!
-Get back! -Take cover!
(screaming, grunting)
(groaning)
(grunting, panting)
(Greer coughing in distance)
(pained grunt)
Greer!
(Greer coughing in distance)
(gasping, groaning)
We got a man down. We need an extraction.
Priority is securing the hostage.
We rendezvous at the exfil. Let’s move!
Hang on!
-(gunfire) -(gasping)
(soldiers shouting in Russian)
Team member Russell is dead!
Move him to the exfil!
(soldiers shouting in Russian)
Smoke-out! (grunts)
(smoke bomb whooshing)
(grunts)
-(gunfire) -(soldiers shouting in Russian)
-(groans) -(gunfire continues)
(grunts)
PMCs, Russian transpo.
Ritter lied.
This isn’t a safe house.
It’s a Russian arms depot.
Yeah, no shit.
Fire in the hole.
(men shouting)
On me.
Got your back.
♪ ♪
-(groans) -(shouting in Russian)
(grunting and groaning)
♪ ♪
(grunting, panting)
GREER: Ritter, explain the Russians!
They weren’t just contractors. They were Russian military.
But you knew that, didn’t you?
MAN (over radio): Confirm target.
Eagle Six. Yes, target is confirmed.
Need an air strike at grid
November Papa six seven five two niner zero.
I should’ve been fully briefed.
The Russians killed one of my men.
Well, that’s the job, sweetheart.
-Yeah, bullshit. -(Ritter muttering)
Stand down. Do it, Senior Chief.
-Now. -RITTER: What are you doing?
Attaboy!
(missile whooshing)
♪ ♪
("My God, My Freedom, My Home" by Martha Bass playing)
You want to hear something romantic?
Yeah? What’s that?
(whispers): This isn’t your baby.
(chuckling)
Oh, you cold-blooded.
Listen, you gonna park your butt right over here on this couch.
(laughing): Cold.
-(laughing) -You crazy.
-(talks quietly) -Uh, no, it’s all good.
I’ll go get something for you.
(groans) Okay.
Want some water?
Uh, I want some wine.
Okay, I’ll take an iced tea.
Okay, that’s better.
With some sugar.
I got you.
Yeah, they need that, but we also got to figure out
why they acting out so much.
We got to, like, help these teachers out
-in the public schools. -Mm-hmm.
-Hey. -Oh, babe, I was just about
-to bring it to you. -No, no, that’s okay.
Sister Easton was talking my ear off,
(chuckles): so it’s safer in here.
-(Pastor West laughing) -Yeah, that’s facts.
WEST: She got you, didn’t she?
(laughing)
Pam’s been telling us you got yourself
a fancy new job, right?
Well, no, he’s been offered the job.
-He hasn’t taken it yet. -Oh.
It’s, uh... it’s private security.
Good hours, good pay.
Mm-hmm.
Well, it’s a big step, retiring from the military.
(chuckles)
-When are you due again? -Oh.
-Next month, the 17th. -Oh, next month, the 17th.
Oh, man, I remember when we had our first.
Oh, my God, you think combat keeps you up at night,
you just wait till that little joker gets hungry.
(laughter)
He gonna dropkick you.
It’s a girl.
A girl. Oh, now you’re in trouble.
(laughing)
-(both making whooshing sounds) -(cartoon music plays on TV)
-One of these? -WOMAN: Finished?
Babe, could you help me take out the garbage, please?
-Yes. -Yeah, sure.
(woman talking quietly)
Daddy, you said you’d play Twister!
All right, all right, just give me a second.
-(kids laughing) -(vehicle approaching)
(girl screams)
(tires squealing)
(sighs)
(Pam sighs heavily)
(chuckles)
You remember this night?
Yeah, I remember that dress and them shoes.
(Pam scoffs)
I remember your hair.
(chuckles)
-(horns honking) -(country music playing)
I am on my way. I just got stuck in a...
Jesus, man, come on!
WOMAN (over phone): Where are you coming from?
Um...
I was at Happy’s with some of the boys.
(scoffs) Another boys’ night with your Navy SEALs?
Babe, please, don’t start.
(horn honks)
What the...?
(over phone): Baby? Hello?
Hello?
(country music continues)
What happened?
JOHN: How’s my girl?
(sighs) Pregnant.
You should try it.
-(sighs) -Oh, actually, I was talking about my other girl.
-Oh. Excuse me. -Mm-hmm.
So, what, you doing good, baby?
Daddy can’t wait for you to get here.
We got your room all picked out.
Yeah, wait. What was that?
Oh. She says she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl.
-Oh, God, I doubt it. -Yeah. Mm-hmm.
(chuckles): It’s two against one.
You know what? I surrender.
I know when I’m outnumbered.
(John sighs)
Ugh. (sighs heavily)
Now, you know...
...how much it turns me on when you wear my socks, right?
-Mm-hmm. -Mm-hmm.
And you got ’em on.
-Mm-mm. -Mm-hmm.
John, no, I really need to go to sleep tonight.
No, I know, you... you can go to sleep.
-(laughing): No. -I just... It’s gonna be quick.
-It’ll be quick. I promise. -No.
Mm, stop.
-I love you. -I love you, too.
Goodbye.
And don’t stay downstairs all night listening to music.
I promise.
(sighs)
(over headphones): ♪ I go my own way ♪
♪ You go your own way ♪
♪ I hope we can make a way ♪
♪ These kind of things fade away ♪
♪ I got my own... ♪
♪ ♪
(music continues over headphones)
♪ Wasn’t on the menu but was on the plate ♪
♪ I ate it and I hate it, I ain’t like the taste ♪
♪ Nasty, all good moments up out of last week ♪
♪ Keep on coming back to harass me ♪
♪ You good lover, you good lover ♪
♪ You love like we already blood ♪
♪ They say, why do fools ♪
♪ Always chase the person who ♪
♪ Make them black and blue? ♪
♪ Break my heart, don’t cut me loose ♪
♪ When all... ♪
(beeping)
-(whirs) -(music stops)
(rummaging)
(switch clicking)
♪ ♪
(distant door opens)
♪ ♪
(door creaks quietly)
(silenced gunshots)
I’m ready.
(silenced gunshot)
-(gunfire) -(man grunts)
(grunting weakly)
(both grunting, panting weakly)
-(gun clicks) -(sighing)
(pained grunting)
(man grunting with effort)
(door opens)
(strained grunting)
(panting)
(pained grunting)
Pam.
(grunting, panting)
Pam.
Baby?
Pam.
No.
No. No.
(exhales slowly)
(muffled chatter)
What we know is three perps are dead
and Senior Chief Kelly is in critical condition,
isn’t likely to pull through.
Also killed was his wife.
Uh, Kelly is the third member of the Special Operations unit
to be attacked in the last 24 hours.
FBI has provided the remaining team members and their families
access to security and protective custody.
We have to be alert to the fact that
these SEALs get themselves into all worlds of trouble.
Drugs, arms, information.
And keeping that in mind, we are taking
every possible scenario into consideration.
-Yes. -That’s all that matters. -GREER: Ritter!
What the hell was that
"every possible scenario" bullshit in there?
My men were not dirty, and you know it.
What is the whole story?
And don’t bullshit me, Ritter.
Today is not the day for it.
We’re looking into it.
How come both times my world has gone to shit,
you’re standing in the middle of it?
Just good luck, I guess.
(air pumping steadily)
♪ ♪
(wind whistling)
(rapid beeping)
I need a doctor!
Code blue!
-Check his pulse. -BP’s dropping.
-Start chest compressions. -I got you.
(grunts softly)
(monitor beeping steadily)
The baby.
(monitor beeping faster)
(takes deep, gasping breath)
(exhales)
Know who’s behind it?
I don’t know.
Pros.
They were pros.
(John groans softly)
The guy they found in my bedroom...
I didn’t kill him.
He was already dead when I got there.
(John grunts)
One got away.
All I need...
...is a name.
Give me a name.
Even if I knew...
...you know I can’t do that.
(takes gruff, gasping breath)
(door opens)
Which part of "please knock" wasn’t clear?
Excuse me, Mr. Secretary.
My apologies, sir.
No need.
I would’ve been disappointed with anything less.
Special assignment to the DoD.
It’s impressive.
You even got a window.
Please.
I did some work with your uncle.
Jim Greer is one hell of an operative.
If you say so, sir.
He speaks very highly of you and your judgment.
Which is why I would like to talk to you about John Kelly.
Lieutenant Commander, in your opinion,
how far can Kelly be trusted?
♪ ♪
GUTIERREZ: You know the drill.
Chest press to 15. Let’s go.
(grunts)
(straining)
♪ ♪
CLAY: Lieutenant Commander, come in.
RITTER: Uh... (clears throat)
Mr. Secretary, all due respect, the director made it clear
I was to brief you and you only.
CLAY: Hmm.
Take a seat.
I asked the CIA to brief me
on the situation relating to your men.
I thought you’d like to be present.
Thank you, sir.
Yuri Zelin.
Son of Nikolay Zelin, head of the FSB.
This is Yuri in Aleppo an hour before our assault.
Lieutenant Commander’s team killed him on the second floor.
Now, what he was doing there, we don’t know,
but Webb, Rowdy and Kelly all seem to have been payback.
All the men Kelly killed in his house had FSB links.
CLAY: So you are actually telling me
the massacres of our men and their families
were foreign attacks on U.S. soil.
Russians.
By proxy.
None of them were connected to Russia in an official capacity.
Did you know Russia was dealing weapons
out of Aleppo when we went in?
Oh, we had a feeling.
We’re a man short.
Kelly said one of the Russians got away.
There’s three men here. Where’s the fourth?
Uh, it doesn’t matter.
The CIA’s position on this moving forward
is that the matter is closed.
What?
The director considers the score even.
She feels, uh,
it’s unnecessary to poke the bear any further.
(Clay sighs)
If Sarah believes there’s not enough intel
for me to generate a response, my hands are tied.
For now.
Get your mug.
(sighs)
(drink pouring)
We celebrating something?
Drink.
That’s an order.
I finally understand how you felt
on that helicopter in Syria.
About Ritter.
CIA doesn’t support any further investigation
into the attacks or Pam’s murder.
Came straight from the director’s office.
They’re calling it national security.
They know it was Russian nationals, and...
JOHN: (sighs) Jesus.
...it’s just a file on a classified server somewhere now.
(whispers): Shit.
Probably gonna go to jail for this.
But hey.
These are your toe tags.
I got ’em from Secretary Clay.
-Where’s the fourth? -Your survivor’s a ghost.
But these three were cleared by the chief of intel.
Andre Vaseliev, ex-FSB.
He’s the one who issued their passports.
JOHN: Vaseliev.
He’ll know who the fourth man is.
-Anybody talk to him yet? -Nope.
He’s full-on untouchable.
(crickets chirping)
(grunting)
♪ ♪
(yelling)
(sobs loudly)
(pants sharply)
(pants softly)
♪ ♪
(panting)
(exhales sharply)
(urinating)
♪ ♪
-MAN: Watch out there. Whoa. -(horn honks)
What are you doing, man? Come on.
Hey. You watch out.
-JOHN: Hey, you. -That your brother?
-JOHN: What? What? -Blow me.
(grunts)
Hey. Hey.
-You got to get out of here. -Look, I-I got... I got...
-I got a jacket, too. Look. -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-I-I just... -Keep it moving. Keep it moving.
-I just want to show you my jacket. -No, no, no, no.
-You guys... -You got to keep it moving.
Can we trade? Can we trade jackets?
No. Back up. Back up.
I get it. I get it. I just need to go...
-No. Get back. Take a step... -Get by. (stammering)
-I got to get through. -No, you don’t. No, you don’t.
-You need to go this way. -I got to go that way.
-No, you don’t. You need to step... -I-I...
-Okay, okay. All right, okay. -I told you, get back!
(stammers) Okay, okay.
Okay, I just... (mumbles)
I just need to go...
♪ ♪
(dialing)
OPERATOR: 911. What’s the nature of your emergency?
Hey, I’m dropping off somebody at Dulles Airport,
and I see a car swerving in and out of the lanes.
I pulled up next to him, and, um,
I hate to be this guy,
but I’m pretty sure he flashed a gun at me.
Dark SUV.
License plate R-T-five-six-two-nine.
Hurry up. I’m-I’m really scared.
(police horn honks, siren whoops)
(police radio chatter)
(indistinct chatter)
Why does it take so much time to get rid of the police?
Don’t worry, Mr. Vaseliev. I’ll get you to the gate.
-(grunting) -(tires screech)
(groans, pants)
(frantic chatter)
-(grunting) -(door handle clunking)
(straining)
-(grunts) -(door handle clunks)
(lighter clicks)
(screaming, frantic chatter)
(two gunshots)
Yeah, you remember me? Huh?
Who killed my wife? Huh?
Who was the fourth guy at my house?
-(grunts) -Give me a name.
-(gun fires) -(yells in pain)
You give me a name.
(groans)
Okay.
I’ll give you a name.
John Kelly.
You are the problem, John.
You’re supposed to be dead,
so wherever you go, death will follow.
-(grunts, yells) -(gun fires)
Yeah.
Yeah, I punctured your lung.
My wife Pam, she drowned in her own blood.
Now, you give me a name.
Give me a name, and I’ll make it quick.
-(creaking) -(sirens approaching)
Viktor Rykov.
-(gun fires) -He’s exiting the vehicle!
Get down! Hands where we can see ’em!
-Let us see your hands! -Get down!
-I’m military! -Turn around.
-Hands up! -Don’t shoot! I’m military!
Get your hands behind your head!
REPORTER: Literally hours before the Dulles attack,
an anonymous source releases classified documents
that tie the Russian government to the attacks
on our Navy SEALs here in the U.S.,
and you’re telling me that’s coincidental?
I’m saying I’d be wary about accusing
the Russian state of assassinating
U.S. service members on American soil.
(mutes TV)
RITTER: We didn’t leak the Russian thing.
I mean, why would we?
We were the ones trying to cover it up.
And as a courtesy, Director Dillard thought
you might want to know how Kelly got to Vaseliev.
Lieutenant Commander Greer?
Yeah, we can’t prove it.
Although, as I recall, you were quite insistent
that she be briefed on the matter.
She did seem resourceful.
There is the obvious concern that this new development
sends the wrong message to Moscow.
The wrong message?
They hit us at home.
Now they’re paying attention.
And Kelly has a big target on his back.
Even in prison, he won’t be safe.
Some situations warrant thinking outside the box.
Has it occurred to you that John Kelly
perhaps has done something we can’t?
He shook a tree that needed shaking.
So...
...let’s see who else falls out.
You’re pretty messy right now.
In more ways than one.
No, I’m not.
I spent half my life playing that game.
I’m the one that went to hell and did their dirty work.
We served a country that didn’t love us back.
Because we believed in what it could be.
We fought for what America could be.
But they crossed a line.
They brought their war into my house.
They took my wife.
And they took my baby girl
before she got a chance to take a breath.
That contract is broken.
They’re gonna play by my rules now.
I’ll show them what a pawn can do to a king.
The files you got on those Russians,
Secretary Clay gave it to you, right?
I need you to get a message to him.
(lock clicks, buzzes)
That’s impossible, John.
But I found out something.
What do you have?
No.
If he wants to know what I know,
then you got to get me out of here, and fast.
Why do you think I ended up in a prison full of Russian mob?
-Think about it. -(footsteps approaching)
They can get to me in here.
(lock clicks, buzzes)
♪ ♪
(thunder crashes)
(footsteps in hall)
(men speaking Russian)
(lock buzzes, door opens in distance)
(distant door clanking open)
(footsteps in hall)
On your feet.
Turn around and face the wall.
Now, why would I do that?
I’m taking you on a little trip.
Nah, I’m good right here.
Stand up and face the wall.
If you can’t tell me where I’m going,
I’m not moving.
(footsteps departing)
(distant door clanks open)
(distant lock buzzes)
(distant door bangs shut)
(grunts)
(distant lock buzzes)
(distant door clanks open)
(inmates shouting excitedly in distance)
(group of footsteps approaching)
-Go, go, go, go! -Move, move!
(grunting and groaning)
(grunting, panting)
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. -JOHN: Close the door,
or I’m-a start snapping necks!
(alarm blaring)
Make a hole.
Ma’am, approaching John now.
Senior Chief Kelly.
I’m United States Marshal Kevin Townsend.
I’m gonna slide a phone through your hatch.
Somebody would like to talk to you.
JOHN: Drop it in.
This is John.
GREER: John, it’s me.
We’re getting you out of there.
Follow the U.S. Marshal.
You can trust him.
Unless you’re not done.
I’m done.
(engine starts)
You know you messed up when they send a motorcade.
Buddy, they’re gonna write songs
about all the shit you messed up.
♪ ♪
This way.
GREER: Mr. Secretary.
Senior Chief John Kelly.
John.
Have you met Sarah Dillard? She runs the CIA.
And Robert Ritter, also from the C...
I know him.
So, what have you learned?
Make our trip down here worthwhile.
Viktor Rykov.
How do you know that name?
He was the fourth gunman at my house.
He killed my wife.
Viktor Rykov is dead.
Who the hell is Viktor Rykov?
He’s classified.
Tell the man.
Viktor Anatoly Rykov.
Born in Tyumen. Parents died early.
Moved to the U.S. as a young child for a time.
Suspected Russian special forces.
Counterespionage, FSB, weapons.
His ideology was post-Soviet.
He believed the West could be brought down
by a series of strategic attacks on American soil.
He was a planner and a doer.
He had an established set of embedded agents.
That is, until we, uh...
sanctioned him.
CLAY: Or thought we sanctioned him.
(tapping table)
Tran.
Can you reassure us
that Mr. Kelly wouldn’t know Mr. Rykov
if he was standing in front of him?
Put him in a lineup, please.
Top right.
Yeah, that’s him.
If it is him, what do we do?
If Rykov is alive, we need to find him and bring him in.
We know his M.O.
We have to assume that this operation is not a one-off.
Think about it.
And, uh,
if I had to guess, he’s probably staged out of Russia.
I need to be on that team.
CLAY: Thank you, John, sincerely,
but we’ll take it from here.
Lieutenant Commander, you’ll head the mission.
You’ll be making an extraction.
-I suggest you prepare a list. -JOHN: No, no.
I think I’ve shown that I’m willing to go
further than anyone to get the job done.
Consider what I did in Dulles as an audition.
Sir, if this guy’s as bad as he says he is,
then you need somebody like me.
And there’s nobody like me.
GREER: I don’t think that would be optimal, sir.
It is my opinion that Senior Chief Kelly is not
in the right state of mind to be in the field right now.
With all due respect,
I think he’s perfectly suited.
He goes, too.
But after the mission, you will return
to the penitentiary as a felon.
JOHN: Never jumped from a passenger jet before.
PILOT: It’s modified.
You’ll jump out of the cargo door.
But backstopping an unplanned flight
over Germany to Russia takes time.
The route from Leipzig to Anchorage is already cleared.
Goes right over the DZ.
-I’ll see you guys later. -Copy that.
So, this Rykov’s hiding in Murmansk?
No bullshit, I thought this was an exercise.
We’re flying civilian?
Given the heightened tension with Russia,
it’s the cleanest plan.
And we cannot leave a trace of U.S. presence behind.
Understood?
What’s our exfil?
You should read the mission brief.
Hey, Ritter, you’re not joining us?
RITTER: I’ll see you over there.
♪ ♪
Stop.
JOHN: Hmm?
Don’t do that, John.
I’m serious.
Mm. Okay.
(groans) Okay.
(chuckles) Okay, I’m sorry.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Why are you such an asshole?
"I don’t think Senior Chief Kelly’s fit for the field."
Hmm?
What was that?
You don’t trust me no more?
Like I said, you’re pretty messy right now.
♪ ♪
Before I put a bullet in Vaseliev’s head,
you know what he told me?
That death follows me around.
-He was right. -John, he was...
No, no, no, no, just hear me out.
If I hadn’t been on that mission in Aleppo,
if I would’ve pulled out one tour earlier, my wife...
...my kid, they’d still be here.
My family.
Don’t get much more death around you than that.
-John. -No, no.
You’re not responsible for any of that.
But I am.
It’s my family.
I’m gonna make it right.
After that, my life doesn’t matter.
This isn’t a revenge mission.
This is an extraction.
We are going to bring him to justice.
Tell me that’s gonna be enough for you.
I’m done making promises that I can’t keep.
(electronic bell chimes)
PILOT (over speaker): This is the captain.
30 minutes to HALO jump.
Prepare for drop.
JOHN: Let’s go, boys.
What’d you dream about?
You.
JOHN: Check your equipment!
(wind whistling)
Two minutes to drop, fellas.
Stand by. Stand by.
RUSSIAN PILOT (over speaker): This is Russian Air Force,
armed, S-U-five-seven.
You have been intercepted.
-Acknowledge. -Abort, abort!
Abort! Abort the jump!
PILOT (over speaker): This is Transatlantic 104.
We are en route from Leipzig/Halle
to Anchorage with clearance.
RUSSIAN PILOT: Divert immediately
to Murmansk Airdrome, ULM.
Stay low, stay low, st-stay low, stay low, stay low!
He got a good look inside.
RUSSIAN PILOT: If you do not, your intentions
will be considered hostile to Russian Federation.
You will be shot down.
PILOT: This is Transatlantic 104.
You are garbled and unreadable.
Can you repeat?
(whooshing)
PILOT: Missile launch. Missile launch.
Right, two o’clock.
JOHN: Evasive maneuvers! Evasive maneuvers!
Brace, brace, brace!
(missile whooshes)
Brace!
Can you put her down?
We’re going for a swim.
Get back and take a seat and brace for hard impact.
Sit down! Sit down!
Strap in! Brace for impact!
(rumbling)
(metallic creaking)
(deep, metallic creaking)
Is everybody good?!
-THUNDER: We’re good. -HATCHET: We’re good!
-THUNDER: Go! Move! I got it! -HATCHET: We got to move now!
-Everybody, get out! -DALLAS: Let’s go!
-Evacuate now! -No, I got to get...
I got to get the gear. We got to get the rest.
Go! Leave it! Leave it!
-DALLAS: Let’s go, boys! -GREER: Come on!
There’s no mission without the gear!
-DALLAS: Come on, let’s go! -There’s no mission...
-(metallic creaking) -HATCHET: Get out. Get out.
I got to get the gear.
-HATCHET: We got to move! -(deep creaking)
(groaning)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
(panting)
HATCHET: Where you going? Where you going?
JOHN: I got to get the gear.
-(grunting) -You can’t go back there.
I got to get the Zodiac.
Kelly!
(deep creaking)
(metal screeching)
(creaking)
(panting)
(sound muffles)
(deep, metallic creaking)
(inhaling deeply)
♪ ♪
-(breathing deeply) -(metallic creaking)
(inhales deeply)
(air whooshes)
(inhales deeply)
(muffled grunting)
(air whooshes)
(deep creaking)
GREER (muffled): John! John!
Get him up to the surface!
-(gasping) -All right, we got you.
We got you, we got you, we got you.
-Grab the gear. -Come on.
-Grab the gear.
We got the Zodiac. Hold on to it.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, you did it.
You did it, homey. You did it. Come on.
(panting)
(grunts, coughs)
(strained grunt)
♪ ♪
(foghorn drones)
(air hissing)
Hey, they’re pulling us out, right?
Not until the mission’s over.
Well, I figured, since we just exploded in the sky...
Bet everyone thinks we’re dead.
Well, that’s the one thing we got going for us.
Ricardo.
That’s my real name.
If we’re gonna die together,
may as well drop the code names, right?
Franklin.
-Seymour. -(Thunder chuckles)
Hey, don’t say shit, all right?
Karen.
John.
Isn’t this nice?
Mm. Still not adding up.
What if us getting shot down wasn’t an accident?
It’s really hard to forget about
that last mission we went on with Ritter.
You were in the briefing. You heard what they said.
Ritter was the one who said Rykov was dead.
He was also the one who stopped the investigation
into my wife’s murder. Isn’t that right?
So now he’s the only asshole,
the only one that wasn’t on the plane.
GREER: Give me a reason.
What reason would he possibly have to sack the mission?
Don’t know.
But either way, I’m going to get some answers.
You tracking me?
According to senior Kremlin officials,
the Airbus was not a Transatlantic Airlines flight...
But a spy aircraft operated by the American CIA.
One official stated that the fake manifest...
JOHN: Hey, turn around. Slowly! Slowly!
Hands up. Hands up.
I’ll stitch you up.
-Search it. -Sit down.
-Sit down. Sit down. Down. -Search it.
RITTER: What’s happening here, Greer?
Quiet!
(man grunting)
-What’s the money for, Ritter? -Listen, why don’t we just
put the guns down and we can talk about
what the hell is going on here!
Why don’t you tell us what our real mission is?
You know what my mission is, man.
Now, why weren’t you on the plane?
How did they know where to find us?
-Russian airspace... -Bullshit!
-Same thing happened in Aleppo. -(groans)
What’s the real mission?
-(groans) -Talk.
I’m trying to get Rykov!
Ask him. Ask him.
JOHN: Speak.
He offer us money
to help capture target in apartment building,
get him to U.S. base in Finland.
We thought you were dead! We had to finish.
-The threat of more attacks is real. -THUNDER: Stay down!
We need to get Rykov.
We said no, we cannot help, okay?
We’re advance only. We have families.
He’s telling the truth!
You want Rykov? I can get you to him.
-That’s what you want, isn’t it? -(gun fires, bullet ricochets)
Easy! Easy!
Get right here. You think it’s a game?!
Huh?
(gasping)
Hmm?
(Ritter gasping weakly)
I didn’t sell you out.
(gasping, coughing)
You’re out of your goddamn mind!
♪ ♪
(quiet chatter)
(chatter in Russian)
♪ ♪
THUNDER: Home sweet home.
(chatter in Russian)
OLEKSIY: Target is in the kitchen.
He’s sitting at a table drinking.
-GREER: Is he alone? -OLEKSIY: Two bodyguards.
I’m just looking.
(indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.
GREER (whispers): John, what do you see?
Damn it, John!
Damn it, John, open the door.
Open the door.
John.
-Get the fucking door open. -Get the crowbar.
-(panting) -(muffled chatter in Russian)
RYKOV (American accent): John Kelly.
Good to see you again.
My wife’s name was Pam.
And you’re gonna say it before you die.
RYKOV: I didn’t kill your wife.
A decision did.
Pawns, John, both of us.
We’re just pawns serving the same king.
Do you know I’m in the CIA, John?
Did they tell you that?
We wanted you here.
You or anyone like you.
(John scoffs softly)
What did they tell you, that you were here
to prevent an upcoming attack?
There are no other ops, John.
You and me being here...
-is the op. -(device beeps)
We fancy ourselves true patriots.
We accept the possibility of our death.
Both of us.
Our lives offered willingly for the highest cause.
Yeah?
What cause is that?
America, John.
All we have to do is die.
No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.
Let-let’s just... let’s just talk about things.
Let’s just talk for a little bit longer, okay?
(exhales sharply)
Those behind us in Washington...
are not the only true patriots.
(bystanders shouting)
(frantic chatter in distance)
(coughing)
HATCHET: Everybody all right?
(groaning)
HATCHET: Let’s go! Let’s get out!
(coughing)
HATCHET: We have to move!
(panting)
(groans)
(Greer coughing)
He wanted us here. He was waiting for us.
-(gunshot) -(yells) Shit!
Sniper!
-(gunfire) -(Dallas groaning)
-Hey, Dallas is down! -GREER: Dallas!
-Who’s got eyes on it? -THUNDER: Dallas is down!
JOHN: Where’s it coming from?
THUNDER: Dallas, where are you hit?
-Dallas is hit. -DALLAS: In my stomach.
Dallas, can you move?
I can’t.
Talk to me, Dallas. You’re all right, man.
We’re gonna get you out of there.
-Where is he at? -THUNDER: Hey!
Kelly, it’s from your six!
(groans)
-JOHN: I can’t see him! -(sniper breathing deeply)
HATCHET: Thunder, lay down some fire!
Kelly, it’s from your six.
Help me.
Hey, hey, I won’t leave you here.
-(groaning continues) -It’s not naptime.
JOHN: Cover me, cover me, cover me, cover me.
Move.
(grunting)
(bullet strikes wall)
Coming back to you. Crossing, crossing, crossing!
-(groaning, panting) -(gunfire)
THUNDER: Dallas, hang in there, buddy!
-Third floor, second window! -Third floor, second window!
-Lay down some cover! -I’m pinned down! Cover fire!
You’re covered! Get him! Go, go, go!
(groaning continues)
Come on.
Second sniper!
(gunfire continues)
There’s a second sniper!
12 o’clock!
(bullets whizzing)
(groaning)
JOHN: Get him out of there!
(gunfire continues)
(panting, groaning)
(gunshot)
(groans)
Get me out of here!
(groaning, strained grunting)
Goddamn it.
(groaning continues)
Shit!
Hey.
Ritter, this in the brief?
-We need an out. -Thunder’s down!
There’s a sniper covering the entry point!
We need to find another way!
You still in the fight, Thunder?
Still in the game, ma’am. I got our six.
All right.
I’m screening the situation.
Hatchet, Kelly, cover me.
-Got you. -Moving. -Moving.
Covering fire!
(groans)
We got to frag that sniper.
-(siren approaching) -(gunfire)
GREER: Cease fire.
-(gunfire stops) -Cease fire.
(chatter in Russian)
(gunshot)
(frantic chatter, screaming)
(shouting in Russian)
(gunshot)
(people screaming)
(panting)
They just killed two police officers.
Shit.
’Cause it looks like we did it.
The dead Russians in my house.
They wanted us to find ’em.
They wanted us to find a dead Russian soldier
on American soil.
And if we die here, then they’ll find a bunch
of dead American soldiers on Russian soil, too.
JOHN: And if we kill a couple cops
on the way out of here, even better.
GREER: Jesus.
(distant sirens wailing)
Everything--
the assassination of the team,
my house, this op--
it was a setup from the beginning.
They’re trying to start a war.
Like Rykov said,
now all we got to do is die.
GREER: Yeah, we’re not gonna do that.
All right.
We got to take out this sniper in the hallway.
I need you to buy us an exit.
Tracking.
-Moving. -Thunder, pass me your pack.
-GREER: Moving! -HATCHET: Laying down cover!
(gunfire)
(exhales, grunts)
JOHN: Stay in it. Stay in it, fellas.
HATCHET: All right.
I got him. I got him.
RITTER: All clear!
(gunfire continues)
JOHN: All right. Let’s move. Let’s move.
(sirens approaching)
(tires squealing)
(chatter in Russian)
Hold tight! We’re making a way!
Push, push, push!
(grunts)
(bullet whizzes)
(gun clicking)
(grunting and groaning)
(distant grunting)
(chatter in Russian)
(grunting and groaning in distance)
(grunting and groaning continue)
(gasping breaths)
(yells)
-(groans) -(Greer panting)
(Greer coughing)
(panting)
My gun jammed.
Nice.
(baby crying in distance)
JOHN: All right.
(chatter in Russian)
Time to go!
Time to go, time to go, time to go!
Get out of here! Go!
-(groaning, panting) -All right, come here.
-(groaning) -Almost there.
Last man!
Lobby, lobby, lobby!
-Come on! -HATCHET: Dallas, let’s go.
JOHN: Yeah, you almost there.
(groaning, panting)
JOHN: To the right.
Set him down, set him down, set him down.
Cover the exits!
HATCHET: Watch my six.
All right, man.
All right.
-(panting) -(officers shouting outside)
Hey, man.
You got kids?
What?
Kids.
DALLAS: Yeah. Yeah.
HATCHET: Anything you want me to tell ’em?
DALLAS: Tell ’em, um,
I love them.
Sure.
Tell ’em...
(officers chattering in Russian)
(John sighs)
I got a plan.
I’m gonna get up to the roof and clear a path for you guys.
We’re not leaving you behind.
We can’t leave anybody behind.
If we leave a trace, they’re going to get their war.
You got to get the team out of here.
To them, I’m not a soldier.
I’m a felon.
I can die here.
Tracking?
Hmm?
(grunting, panting)
(chatter in Russian)
(screams)
(gunfire)
(gunfire continues)
(engine starts)
-(panting) -(gunfire continues)
(tires squeal)
♪ ♪
(groans)
-(gunfire continues) -(bullets ricocheting)
(groans)
(gunfire continues)
(panting)
(officers shouting in Russian)
Keep moving. Keep moving.
Come on, Kelly.
(groans)
(panting)
(footsteps approaching)
(grunting and groaning)
(choking)
(choking intensifies)
-(John grunts) -(choking stops)
(panting)
(officers speaking Russian in distance)
(officers shouting in distance)
(smoke hissing)
(coughing)
(yells)
(grunts)
(grunting and groaning)
(gruff panting)
(gunfire)
(shouting in Russian)
(grunts)
(coughing, gasping)
-(bullet hits) -(groans)
(coughing)
(officers shouting in Russian)
-(groans) -(officers shouting)
(officers groaning)
(grunts)
(grunts, pants)
(officers shouting nearby)
(gunfire continues)
Come on, baby.
(grunts)
(officers shouting)
-(slow, heavy breaths) -(frantic chatter in distance)
(distant screaming, groaning and coughing)
(John grunting)
(men coughing)
(muffled chatter in Russian)
(man groaning)
(frantic chatter in distance)
(sirens blaring)
(muffled chatter, screaming)
(siren whooping)
(gasping, coughing)
-(frantic chatter) -(sirens blaring)
♪ ♪
(groans)
(engine shuts off)
(grunts)
(door opens)
-Come on. -(groaning, panting)
Can you walk? Can you walk?
(groans)
The others went ahead.
(seabirds calling)
(John grunting)
♪ ♪
(pained grunting)
♪ ♪
You guys heard what Rykov said, right?
He said it started in D.C.
I thought I was a pawn hunting a king.
Rykov wasn’t a king.
He was just me on the other side.
Pawns could never kill a king.
All I’ve got to go back to is jail.
There’s a duffel bag of money below deck.
It’s yours.
But you never made it out alive.
You died in Murmansk.
With you as a ghost,
maybe we can find out who’s behind this.
I was wrong about you.
(horns honking)
REPORTER (over TV): ...minister has accused the U.S.
of an attack on a civilian building in Murmansk
which resulted in multiple casualties.
The White House denies any connection.
In response, the U.S. has accused Russia
of trying to shift blame for the downed commercial flight
over the Barents Sea.
Each country has yet to prove its claims,
but the fact remains
relations between the two nations
haven’t been this strained since the Cold War.
There are also concerns about
how an escalation in tensions could affect the economy.
A U.S. trade representative has stated that...
JOHN: Mr. Secretary.
John.
(door closes)
Greer told me you were dead.
I’m sorry to sneak up on you like this,
but I had to go ghost.
It was the only way I could get you that information.
Wh-What information?
About the mission.
We weren’t supposed to make it out of there alive.
Sir, this was a CIA op.
They ran it out of D.C. the entire time.
They’re trying to heat up tension with Russia.
You’re not suggesting Dillard?
I’ve known Sarah for years.
I don’t always agree with her methods,
but she’s nothing if not a patriot.
I know she doesn’t seem like the type of person
that would put an operative in an explosive vest,
have him blow himself up.
Well, that’s exactly my point.
Thing is, Greer left that part out of the report.
And when I said that just now, you...
you didn’t seem a bit surprised.
♪ ♪
Well, nothing surprises me anymore, John.
(choking)
♪ ♪
(Clay grunting, panting)
There he goes.
I don’t know what you think you’re doing, sailor.
(grunting)
Helpless, huh?
You sent me all over this world,
put my life on the line because I believed that we were
on the right side of things.
That our way would keep people like you in check.
Pull over, John.
-You’re confused. -So you’re gonna tell me why.
Why my family?
My wife?
My daughter?
Why kill my team?
Rykov was all in,
so I’d like a little bit of what you sold him.
You are making a mistake.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Know where we driving?
You got a farm out in West Virginia, right?
Your daughter should be home from college.
Wesleyan. That’s a good school.
Your wife.
-Your son, too. -(grunting)
-So I suggest you start talking. -(panting)
Because if you don’t,
I’m gonna make you watch me kill your whole damn family.
I never met Rykov in my life.
I’m listening.
You know who won World War II?
It wasn’t the generals or the admirals.
It was the economists.
More tanks, planes, ships.
And all that spending lifted
this entire nation out of poverty.
Freed the world from tyranny.
A big country needs big enemies.
The best enemy we ever had was the Soviet Union.
Our fear of them unified our people.
Gave us purpose.
The problem today, John,
is half this country thinks the other half is its enemy
because they have no one else to fight.
So...
we gave them a real enemy.
One with the power to threaten their lives,
their freedoms.
Freedoms you take for granted.
And it works, John. It works.
You just wouldn’t die.
You had no right to take so much from us.
(sighs) No, I did. I swore an oath.
Me, too.
To my wife.
Her name was Pam.
And you’re gonna say it before you die.
Uh, what...
-(horns honking) -(tires squealing)
(grunting)
You’re gonna say her name.
Get me out of here!
Say her name.
Get me out of here!
Say it!
Pam!
(inhales deeply)
Pam!
Pam...
(muffled grunt)
(muffled creaking, thumping)
♪ ♪
PAM: There is a heaven.
Mm, is this it?
No, baby, it’s not.
What about you?
Are you in heaven?
I’m with you.
Not always.
No, not always.
But now.
Pam, I miss you.
I know.
It’s okay.
♪ ♪
WEST: "And lead us not into temptation,
"but deliver us from evil.
"For thine is the kingdom
"and the power and the glory
"forever and ever.
Amen."
(rifles blast)
♪ ♪
REPORTER (on radio): Although the precise nature
of the action remains classified,
it apparently cost the life
of Secretary of Defense Thomas Clay,
who was found dead in the Potomac River last week
in an apparent suicide.
Emerging reports suggest
he was involved in a potentially treason...
JOHN: Hey. I was listening to that.
Lot less people than I thought.
(starts engine)
(muffled thumping)
CLAY (recorded): We gave them a real enemy.
One with the power to threaten their lives,
their freedoms.
Freedoms you take for granted.
And it works, John. It works.
You just wouldn’t die.
I need a favor.
Vaseliev did say that none of this would be over
until John Kelly was dead.
Here’s your new legend,
courtesy of your little friend Ritter.
"John Clark."
That’s real creative.
Yeah, well, the CIA isn’t exactly known for that.
That’s fair.
What are you gonna do, John?
What we do best: disappear.
And I know you’re dead and all now,
but don’t be a stranger.
Yes, ma’am.
♪ ♪
Director.
Congratulations on the promotion, by the way.
RITTER: Thank you.
Got to say I was surprised when you, uh, came back to D.C.
I’ve been thinking about what happened.
About how it could happen again.
So I put together some thoughts.
A multinational counterterrorist team,
made up of U.S., U.K., hand-selected NATO personnel,
with the full support of their national intelligence services.
And who’s gonna run that kind of thing?
I will.
I want to present it to the president.
Do you, now?
Calling it Rainbow.
Why is that?
It’s personal.
Hey, John.
It’s good to have you back.
It’s good to be back.
♪ ♪
(music fades)