- [Graves] Previously on Six... - What are you doing here?
It's Rip. Someone shot him.
He died alone, man. Rip died alone.
[man] How did you do it,
the shooting of the SEAL in Virginia?
[screams]
You will inspire others to do as you did.
[Marissa] When do I do the next one?
[Jackie] They shot him because he was a SEAL.
We're gonna find whoever did this, and we're gonna make them pay.
[gunshot]
[Ortiz] That's Dragan!
- I need Dragan alive. Do you copy? - [Annika crying]
Clear out now!
Moving!
Stand fast!
- Bomb! Bomb! - [click]
- [Caulder gasps] - [high-pitched ringing]
- It wasn't supposed to be this way. - You used me. You used my daughter.
- [motorcycles approach] - Down!
[Annika wailing]
That notebook the SEALs found? Goldmine.
Dragan and Muttaqi worked for our favorite ghost.
The Prince.
[Kilcannon] If you break this guy, we find The Prince, we stop this.
Who are you?
Hello, Michael.
[thud]
Welcome to the Brotherhood.
I want the Team down here in ten. Where's Alex?
- He's in the mind gym. - Then go get him.
[helicopter blades whirring]
[Rip] Hard part's learning when to not shoot.
[rapid gunfire]
[Graves shouts] Pull back!
[exhales deeply]
[gunfire]
[Ortiz] Jackpot on our target! He's egressing north!
- [Caulder] On the ground! - [beeping]
- [monitor flatlining] - [Ortiz muffled] Caulder! Hey.
- [high-pitched ringing] - Caulder.
Hey, Alex. You okay?
- [lid creaks] - [exhales sharply]
- How's the head feeling? - Medical cleared me, dude.
Bear wants the Team in the cage room ASAP.
- Okay. - All right.
[exhales sharply]
[exhales slowly]
[door opens]
[Trevor] Oh, you hit the pods, dude.
It's Invasion of the Body Snatchers shit.
[Fishbait] Any news from FBI?
Yeah, they're on it. Atkins says no funeral for Rip.
- [Trevor] Why? - They don't want us together in public.
- We have to do something for Rip. - Yeah, when the time is right, we will.
Okay, let's hogwash this VI. What happened?
What do you mean, "what happened"?
The Agency is happy we salvaged the notebook, right?
It might link Nasry to some Jihadist heavy hitter, The Prince.
Look, the way I see it,
two of my senior guys violated an SOP written in blood.
We executed the plan, called an audible when we needed to.
But we went in too hot. We lost our flow, okay?
Now, I understand that we wanna get payback for Rip,
but we're lucky that nobody got hurt, or worse.
Now, Buddha, you pushed too hard.
And, Alex, I ordered you to come back to our position.
- What'd you expect me to do? - You followed--
- I expect you to follow orders. - [slams table]
Hey, bro! We were committed, bro.
No, you got yourself in a bad way.
And then you made a piss-poor situation worse
when you ran off after a squirter with a suicide belt!
- Hey, that squirter was our HVI. - [Caulder] We didn't see it!
What were we supposed to do, just let the guy go?
Hey! What about Mata Hari?
Rolling in hot like that on a target? Who was the ballsy CIA chick?
I did a snatch with her in Bosnia, way back.
We don't want to see her again.
[Aztec death whistle playing through earbuds]
[panting]
[continues panting]
- [door closes] - [inhales sharply]
[Gina] Did they play the Aztec death whistle for you?
The longest anyone's ever been able to go was 40 hours.
- Tariq Al Wazir. Then he lost his mind. - [water pouring]
[breathing heavily]
- Oh. Oh. Okay. - [gulps]
[gulps]
[panting]
Hmm.
[Gina] How's your shoulder?
Where am I?
We caught the Jihadist you sent to kill SEALs in Virginia.
I didn't send anyone.
I was shot in Chad.
Who else have you targeted in the States?
What does it matter? You caught the guy.
And him, in Bosnia.
[sighs]
Dragan was connected to you,
and you're connected to The Prince.
Now you're gonna help me find him.
You smoke, don't you?
I can smell it on you.
You really shouldn't lie, Michael.
We traced phone calls to Dragan from Virginia Beach.
We know he's part of your boss's network.
Tamerlin Shishoni, also known as The Prince.
I'm an American citizen.
Oh. Um...
You're not.
You actually don't exist.
I am your only connection to the world,
and I'm the only person who can help you.
But you're gonna have to help me.
Tell me about The Prince.
[speaks Arabic]
[speaking Arabic]
One of my early postings was in Bosnia,
hunting a war criminal.
[lighter opens, sparks]
[click]
It was a... Serb general,
wanted for genocide against Muslims.
Vince let me run the op, let me develop the source.
- [indistinct conversations] - It was all on me.
Who would you shoot first?
- You mean after you? - [chuckles]
Little weaselly guy in the corner. The alpha.
Once he falls, all the puppies will scatter.
Good thing they're on our side.
[speaks Arabic]
[Ortiz] Your asset's outside.
Thank you.
You guys do your homework?
Do you trust this dude?
We vetted him for six months.
He's a SEAL, not a spy.
[coins clatter]
Does John trust you?
- Vince. - [coin clatters]
"Trust is our currency.
We earn it by any means, even by lying."
Ah, Gina, my number one spook.
I find General Stankevich for you.
[chuckles]
[clears throat]
That's not Stankevich.
You're right.
But my special Christian friend here knows where dog likes to bury his bone.
Don't you, Zoran?
Twice a week, General Stankevich comes over into Bosnia, for a girl.
Muslim pussy taste sweeter.
[lighter opens, sparks]
[speaks Serbo-Croatian]
That's why you kill Muslim men, huh?
- [punch lands] - [man groans]
He will take us to Stankevich.
Your boyfriend?
Senior management, John. That's how important you are.
Bring him.
Let's go.
[trunk closes]
[car doors open]
[Man over radio] Approaching unidentified vehicle.
Park behind car over there.
Ah, they're here.
John, what's going on? Where's Stankevich?
[car doors open, close]
- I want you to meet my family. - [car door closes]
Eyes peeled, Ricky.
[grunts] Wha-paa!
[clears throat]
This is my wife Amina, and my son Little John.
What are we doing here, John?
This is my blood.
You will take care of them, yes?
Take them to St. Louis?
That was our deal, remember?
You bring me Stankevich, I'll take care of all of you.
Get in the car.
Better than Chechen food?
We're in Macedonia, right?
The Tavce Gravce.
It's not bad.
[dish clatters]
My asset from Bosnia, John, a.k.a. Tamerlin Shishoni.
But you know him as The Prince.
The Prince was your lover, wasn't he?
You have no more cards to play here. None.
I've met a few princes.
That guy?
He looks like a Russian gangster.
[buzzer sounds]
[grunting] No!
No!
[muffled] No, no, no. No.
[panting]
Sweet dreams, Michael.
[yelling]
[Aztec death whistle resumes playing]
[grunting]
Stop it!
[coughs]
[inhaling sharply]
[screaming]
[bed creaking]
[both moaning]
[moaning continues]
[creaking continues]
[moaning continues]
[grunting]
Jesus.
Hey, it's just bodily fluids.
Well... keep 'em to yourself.
- Hey. Hey. - [grunts]
Yeah.
Come on, you just made my blood pressure spike, baby girl.
[chuckles] I'm sure.
[laughs]
You're a mess, you know. You should clean yourself up.
[panting]
Stay.
I have a case.
[door closes]
[sighs]
Don't let Atkins catch you with classified shit down here.
Yeah.
[gate creaks closed]
Hey, can you guys give us a minute, please?
[gate creaks]
So what's up?
Rip would have never taken us to task in front of the Team like that.
Well, Rip's not Team Leader anymore.
He hasn't been for two years.
Yeah.
See you at the kill house, Senior Chief.
[door opens, closes]
[Aztec death whistle continues playing]
[whimpering] Allahu Akbar.
[raspy voice] I am Michael Nasry.
I am Michael Nasry.
I am Michael Nasry!
[panting]
[breathing shakily]
[strained voice] I am Michael Nasry.
Good to know.
I have to go to the bathroom.
You'll go when I tell you to.
I have something I wanna show you.
[gunshots]
Are there other targets?
[urinating]
You know, there are other ways we can do this.
[headphones thud]
- Let's go back to Bosnia. - I don't care about Bosnia.
Yeah, we'll see about that.
[crickets chirping]
[Atkins] The house is empty. No Stankevich.
[grunts]
[speaking Serbo-Croatian]
[grunts]
- [grunts] - [speaking Serbo-Croatian]
[Zoran whimpering]
[screaming]
[speaking Serbo-Croatian]
[coughs]
[Gina] He's across the border. We're going to Serbia.
Gina, no, I'm not going to Serbia.
You know what they do to do my people there.
Stankevich is a fucking butcher.
They will kill me if they find me there.
I'm not going!
You wanna go to America? You're going.
[Zoran groaning]
[knife clicks]
- [Ortiz] Hey! What are-- - [slices]
[Zoran groans]
[gurgling]
He betrayed us.
Me.
His sandbox. His rules.
[gurgling continues]
[knock on door]
Alex.
Alex!
[inhales sharply]
Hi, dude.
You all right?
Oh. She was a hellion. [chuckles]
Who?
- Uh, Jenkins, the, uh, hot JAG chick. - [pills rattle]
Are you still getting those headaches?
Your fertility surgery, how'd the pre-op go, man?
I scheduled it in a couple months.
You really think having a kid's gonna fix things?
Screw you, okay?
[grunts]
Uh... [sighs]
- Yeah, you want a beer? - Yeah, dude.
Put some clothes on.
- [bottles rattle] - I'm sorry I never met your Sarah, Bear.
Don't talk about my daughter, okay?
Somebody has to, 'cause you won't.
- Yeah. - You think cutting into your ball sack...
makes you a better husband?
Or having a child actually makes you a better father?
No. No, no, no, no, no. It doesn't work that way.
That's why we love the big suck.
Clarity of combat.
The crystal clear immediacy of what we do.
Life, death, Alpha and Omega, and everything in between.
Your wife? Your little Sarah?
None of that shit matters.
No. That ain't me.
That's you.
I am you.
[Caulder] Yo, yo.
[inhales deeply]
- Uh... - [sighs]
You squeeze too tight, bro.
Just let her go. Let the universe do its thing.
Let's get some food.
Okay.
Hey, I thought we were eating together.
- Hey. - Where's Anabel?
- [door closes] - Thought she was with you.
No.
Anabel?
Anabel!
What are you doing?
Please do not tell Mom. Don't tell Mom, please.
Stop right there. Stop right there. Stop!
Who gave you this?
Who gave you this shit?
Please don't tell Mom.
Get in the house.
[Michael] Marissa, you are the heart of our new Jihad.
The path we have taken together is lonely,
but the rewards, both in Heaven and on Earth,
will prove immeasurable.
You will be one of my proud lionesses, fighting for the oppressed,
proving your worth every day to Allah, and to me.
[Trevor] Little-known fact,
Jeb Stuart? Late for Gettysburg.
Well-known fact,
the guys who start sentences with "little-known fact,"
they got little dicks.
- [laughs] - Is that true, Peanut?
"Peanut"? That one's gonna stick.
All right, boys, we start without Graves. Caulder, you're good on point?
- When have I not been? - Let's rock and roll.
Sorry.
Drowning in Admin bullshit.
We're ready to start without you.
- Oh, good. Chase, breach. - No, I'm gonna breach. Chase--
No, Chase is gonna breach 'cause Chase needs the practice.
Let's go.
[cocks rifle]
[tape creaking]
[high-pitched ringing]
[gunshots]
Drop! Cease fire!
Buddha, you just got yourself shot. Congratulations.
- You got ahead of me. - You have to pick up the pace.
Okay, let's reset this, please.
[high-pitched ringing]
[gunshot]
[high-pitched ringing continues]
[gunshots]
[high-pitched ringing continues]
[gunshot]
Shit!
Caulder.
Reset.
[music playing on radio]
- [pan rattles] - [grunts]
[pan clattering]
[high-pitched ringing]
[shrieks]
[groans]
[pills rattle]
[ringing continues]
[sniffs]
[pills rattle]
[high-pitched ringing continues]
[sniffs, exhales]
[inhales sharply]
[high-pitched ringing continues]
[snorting]
[Dharma] Alex.
[door closes]
Dad? Dad?
Dad! Dad!
[Dharma] Oh, my God, Joe, what do we do? Joe, what do we do?
Don't let him die!
Alex. Alex! Come on.
Alex! Alex, wake up!
- We need to call 911 now! - Dharma, listen to me.
It is okay. I've seen this before.
I need you to flush anything that is not Advil and Aspirin.
- Do you understand me? - We need to call 911!
If it is not Advil or aspirin, you flush it.
Okay, Pretty Boy.
Come on! Open your eyes. Open your eyes, please.
- Hey. - [sputters, spits]
Hey. Alex.
[coughs]
Okay. Okay. Is it Oxy?
Yeah. [gasps] Yeah.
This is the last time. Do you understand what I am saying?
I'm not covering your ass anymore. Do you understand me?
This is the last time.
[water continues running]
Remember what the Prophet, peace be upon Him, said.
"O, you who believe, enter absolutely into peace."
Michael...
peace is the heart of Islam.
You must enter it absolutely.
[kisses]
[buzzer sounds, door opens]
How long has the Imam worked for the CIA?
He came to us when ISIS killed his wife and children.
How many wives and children have your drones,
your Special Forces, your cruise missiles killed?
Too many.
The only way we end this war is one moral decision at a time.
I've been opening up to you. Now you have to open up to me.
Where is The Prince?
I want something in return.
If I cooperate fully, I want out.
You arrange that,
I'll tell you who The Prince is and how to find him.
No can do, Mike.
Wait. Hey. Hey!
- [buzzer sounds] - Come back here! I...
I said... I said I'll tell you who he is.
I... I said I'll tell you who he is!
I said I'll tell you who he is. I'll give you--
- [Aztec death whistle playing] - I said I'll tell you who he is!
I said I... I said I...
I'll tell... tell...
[whimpering]
[door closes]
[Vince] We're across the border.
[Gina] Pull up to that tree up ahead.
[Graves] Keep it tight, boys.
[cocks gun]
[engine revs]
[revving continues]
[man over radio] Testing, testing communications.
[magazines click]
Vince...
Be careful, old man.
Keep an eye on John.
And I'm not that old.
[Atkins] Ortiz, take south.
On me.
Hey, come on. Let's go.
[Atkins] Vince, post up.
[Vince on radio] We're in position. SEALs moving toward target.
[Vince on radio] Clear so far.
[rapid gunfire]
God damn it!
[man] They knew we were coming!
- [Tamerlin] This wasn't me, Gina! - Did you screw us?
Swear to God, I did not do this. Gina, please!
- Gina, no, please, listen. Listen! - Are there more coming?
This wasn't me!
[gunshots]
[groans]
[rapid gunfire continues]
[children shouting playfully]
You ready for this, Bear?
[Graves] I'm not usually much for talking,
but let me tell you a story about Rip, about what kind of a man he was
and what he taught us.
Right after I graduated from Green Team,
Delta was doing some kill house training at Shaw's.
Right after we finished, Rip took us to this, uh...
[laughs] this honky-tonk bar.
Well, the local boys did not appreciate us as much as the local girls did.
So we had to bust some heads and make a run for it.
And the cops... the cops, they stopped us,
and then Rip just steps up
and, and he takes the hit for, for me, for the whole Team.
And they put him in the lock-up for two days.
The Command were gonna take his Trident away.
And he did that because the Team mean... [exhales deeply]
The Team meant everything... to him.
At the risk of everything else,
his promotions, his career...
his family.
He loved us.
This... this, uh...
[sniffles]
Guess that's it.
[whispers] Yeah, Big Boy. I got you.
Okay, um...
Yeah, I'm gonna go with this one. Huh?
- Okay, right? - [laughs]
- So... Richard Taggart. - [man] Is that a small?
[laughter]
[clears throat] Richard Taggart was a hard-ass.
[sighs]
[voice breaks] Rip put me through BUD/S.
He hand-picked each and every one of us to fight with him.
[sniffles]
So, uh... [exhales deeply]
I love you, man.
We love you...
and we will never forget you.
[Graves] That's right.
[sighs, sniffles]
We will never forgive
and we will bury the bastards who did this to you.
You know, I had a different relationship with Rip than...
most people got to experience, right?
We had our moments, you and I, man.
I wanna continue this conversation one day.
I'm gonna miss you.
[Graves] Be well, brother.
Be well.
All right?
[indistinct conversations]
- Hey. - That was nice, Joe.
[exhales deeply]
I'm, uh... [sighs]
I'm glad you... glad you came.
Well...
he was going to be Sarah's godfather, and he was my friend.
Come here. Come here.
- Joseph. - What?
I need you to stop sleeping outside of my sister's place.
I went to see a surgeon,
and I got an appointment in a couple months,
and we'll able to have another baby together...
- I need to figure things out. - ...like you wanted.
- Like you wanted. - For myself.
We need to spend some time apart.
- We're doing that. - Well, maybe... maybe see other people.
What?
Okay, Lena, we, we have been together
- since we were 16 years old. - I, I know, but that--
[loudly] You don't come to Rip's fucking wake...
- That is not-- - ...and say to me...
[normal voice] that you wanna see other people.
Things have to change. We have to change.
[crying]
Hey, Hey. Hey.
[stammers] Well, I will. I will change.
- I will change. Look at me. - [voice breaks] We'll see.
- We'll have to see. - Yeah, okay. Okay.
- That's cool. - I'm gonna go.
That's cool. Yeah.
[indistinct conversations]
[laughter, conversations continue]
It's lonely at the top, Joe.
It's real lonely at the top.
You got a long row to hoe, buddy boy.
I wish I could tell you that I'd be there with you every step of the way,
but the truth is, you gotta take this walk by yourself,
with no God to believe in, a country that doesn't believe in you,
and a long-gone daddy that you will never make proud.
What would you know about being a father, huh?
You couldn't do it, could you?
You couldn't do any of it.
So, I want you...
to leave me alone.
I want you to go away now.
I'm only here because you want me here, son.
[Caulder] Hey, Bear, you okay?
Yeah.
- You sure? - Yeah.
[sniffles]
[buzzer sounds, door opens]
[door closes]
Your mom told me you love éclairs.
[strap clinks]
Did I make a mistake?
My family's dead to me.
Your father's cancer is back.
Stage III.
He lost his insurance last year,
so he can't afford the meds that might save him.
[speaking Arabic]
Do your parents know that your little brother died because of you?
What happened in Bosnia?
- [Tamerlin] This wasn't me, Gina! - [gunfire]
[Gina] Did you screw us? Are there more coming?
- [rapid gunfire] - Are there more coming?
[gunshots]
[groans]
[gunfire continues]
[SEALs shouting]
Get in the van!
[gunfire]
Vince is hit!
Get in the van!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Get us out of here! Come on! Go! Go!
- [Vince] Gina... - [radio chatter]
[Atkins] We're moving back towards Bosnia.
[Gina] Vince, hang on. There's so much blood.
- Put pressure on. - [Atkins] Any eyes on John?
[man over radio] Negative.
[Ortiz] John burned us. Where is that son of a bitch?
He ran northeast.
Can we get a team out there to track down the asset?
Vince, I'm right here. Vincent.
[man on radio] Negative. It's too hot. We'll have to come back tomorrow.
[crying] Oh, no!
No.
Oh.
[gasps and whimpers]
Vince was your lover.
[sighs softly]
John betrayed me.
The FSB put out a story that he was murdered.
We think there's a possibility the Russians helped him become The Prince.
That's quite a story.
- But it has nothing to do with me. - Right.
[tablet beeps]
You know that avatar. Golden Boy. The Prince.
Where is he?
He ordered your death, Michael.
He told Muttaqi to give you to Boko Haram.
Where is he?
And my end of the deal?
We will make sure that you have a very comfortable life in confinement.
Your father will get the best care, and, depending on how cooperative you are,
I will make sure that you get to see your family.
[touchscreen clicks, beeps]
Put her on.
[woman with American accent] Michael? Are you there?
You think you could hear me?
Baby, please, talk to me.
Your father's dying. Come home.
- [line disconnects] - [sets down cellphone]
He killed the one person I trusted.
He tried to kill you.
Help me find him.