[Graves] Previously on Six...
[screaming]
It's really nice to meet your family.
So when does your dad get back?
You have a serious brain injury. The next one could be fatal.
There's something I need to tell you.
We've been ordered to trade Nasry for Andrew Hall. Understood?
- I'm here, aren't I? - Yes, you are.
[Trevor] Beautiful downtown Khishnet.
[Ortiz on radio] Six armed unknowns approaching the village.
No sign of Andrew Hall.
[Graves on radio] The exchange isn't supposed to happen for another half-hour.
Get Michael inside. Keep an eye on him.
[gunshot]
[rapid gunfire]
- [Graves] It's an ambush! - [groans]
- You good? - Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go!
They came for me. They knew my name.
I'm letting Nasry go. The Prince kills Nasry, you get what you want.
What's option two?
Nasry kills The Prince, and I get what I want.
Pretend you escaped the attack. Get them to take you to him.
- I'd never last a day. - I'm giving you an opportunity.
How is this an opportunity?
You give me The Prince, and I'll give you his kingdom.
[wood clattering]
[speaks Russian]
[Michael sighs]
[liquid pouring]
I was with Akmal when he was killed in Chad.
He was like a brother to me.
He died a hero, for a just and noble cause.
If it was so noble,
perhaps you should have died with him.
[vehicle approaching]
You did the right thing.
That was a hell of a ride.
Hell of a lot bumpier than it had to be.
[Graves] Look, we're all pissed, and we should be.
But we did our jobs. You remember that.
- Yeah, that makes you wonder... - Wonder what?
I don't think you understand what happened out there.
We got suckered, Sleeper.
Oh. Female on deck.
Look, I know it was rough, but letting Nasry go was the last shot we had.
"We"? You mean you.
- Decision's on me. - Yeah, damn straight it is.
Buddha. She did what she had to do.
[latches clicking]
- [chuckles] - [men patting bags]
You got something to say to me?
I'm just wondering whose back you got, hers or ours?
Buddy, you have to move on.
I'm sorry, jefe, but I can't do that.
I'm never gonna do that.
Ever since Rip died...
you have questioned every decision that I have made for this team.
That has to stop. Now.
Hughes wants a hot wash in ten.
[gate rattles]
- North swell's coming in. - [waves rumbling]
What are you doing?
Drinking wine.
[chuckles] My wine. Put it away.
- Done. - [laughs]
Check this out.
What is that, a fixer-upper or a hurricane relief ad?
Seriously, Alex? It's a surf shop in Santa Cruz.
It's for sale.
Let me guess, you're gonna buy it?
Nope. You are.
- [laughs] Yeah, right. - Come on, Alex. Think about it.
Let's find that girl you can't stop talking about.
- Dawn? - Yeah. She sounds cool.
Let's find her and head out to California.
I get how important the team is to you.
I really do.
But it took me 18 years to get a dad.
I don't want to lose him now.
You could do this.
We can do this.
I'll think about it.
Show me some more pictures.
Okay.
Inside.
Got something I want you to see.
Turn it off. We know how it ends.
I have an affidavit from Kilcannon that you shot that man in cold blood.
He was trying to kill my asset.
Your asset? Michael Nasry, the asset you let go?
The asset that was supposed to bring back Andrew Hall?
The President's Andrew Hall?
Letting Nasry go was our best shot at getting Hall back.
So you put us on the line because you have faith in a terrorist.
We have video of Nasry working with us.
He knows that if he doesn't bring us Hall, we release the tapes.
He could end up being our highest-placed asset.
Your clearance has been revoked.
HR will give back your retirement contributions,
give you a head start on the rest of your life.
This is complete bullshit.
This is still in play. We still have a shot at getting Andrew--
Cline! This is how this is gonna work.
We have to do a Justice referral on this shooting.
You keep your mouth shut, you never contact Nasry again,
you don't lawyer up, this affidavit stays in a vault,
and the video disappears.
Otherwise, the charge will be murder.
[brakes squeal]
[engine idling]
[grunting]
[panting]
[lamb bleats]
[inaudible]
[speaking Arabic]
[responds in Arabic]
Michael...
[sighs] Allah the Merciful has saved you
and brought you to me.
Allah's will be done.
Allah's will.
It's difficult to know what that is sometimes, isn't it?
Why did you ask for me, to trade?
To get you out of the clutches of the CIA.
I can't begin to imagine what that... bitch did to you.
She killed Vlad, after she broke him.
He told her about the safe house for Andrew Hall.
Did she break you, Michael?
You've never been taken.
Everyone breaks.
The only thing you can do is give them as little as possible.
As little as possible? [scoffs]
SEALs raided my club in Sarajevo, Michael.
They killed Timur, killed his detail.
But you know this, don't you?
[sniffs]
The infidels, they came to the field in Bosnia...
where my family, my son...
was executed by Christian murderers.
They came to the field that only my most trusted associates have been to...
where you pledged your loyalty to me.
How did they know?
You ordered Muttaqi to have Boko Haram kill me.
You tried to kill me two days ago
with those amateurs you sent against the SEALs.
Do you know why I box? [clears throat]
It isn't about violence or politics.
[unsheathes knife]
It is an art. It has meaning.
And it is as intimate as fucking a woman.
To land a meaningful blow,
you must stand close enough to be hit.
Before you kill me...
you should know the CIA wants me to infiltrate you.
They want me to be their mole.
[lamb bleating]
And I bet you they gave you the name
of someone in my organization, someone on their payroll.
And to prove your bona fides, or whatever they call it...
you'll tell me that name, to gain my trust, huh?
Javed Osmani, your Pakistani courier.
And now he's dead.
- But I still don't trust you. - Okay, but she does.
So feed her false intel through me.
- [lamb bleats] - [speaking Arabic]
The FSB would love that.
- [continues speaking Arabic] - [grunts]
[continues speaking Arabic]
[body collapses]
Dazur, Fyodor, take Michael.
Put him with Andrew Hall.
- [body thuds] - [Michael groans]
[zip tie whirs]
[door creaks closed]
Who are you?
[sighs] Well, that was some shitshow.
Always is when the President gets personally involved.
- Yes, sir. - Here's my take on how this went down.
You were unexpectedly attacked.
You defended your HVI and your team.
Then your CIA officer big-footed you, let Nasry go, on her own.
Is that right?
- That is correct. - Yes, sir.
You made the best call you could, given the circumstances, right?
- That's right. - Right?
This is going way upstairs, boys.
Mm. I'm gonna have your back.
So is there anything else I should be aware of?
No, sir.
- Okay, then. - [Graves] Thank you, sir.
I still think you made the wrong call.
[door closes]
You get your own team, and you make your own calls.
[door closes]
Bear.
Hey.
You let Nasry go?
[inhales deeply] Yes, Alex, we let Nasry go.
He cut a deal that's above our pay grade, okay?
That's insane. After everything we did to bring Rip home,
and his killer just walks, just like that?
- Hey, who the hell made the call? - Who do you think made the call, Alex?
- Son of a bitch. - He's got a week to give us The Prince.
- If he doesn't, he's dead. - [grunts]
I should've killed him in Chad.
Every time I saw that shitbird, I thought of Rip,
and I wanted to empty a magazine into his face.
Okay?
I'm sorry, man.
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
Yeah, me, too.
Me, too.
[sighs deeply]
I saw Lena.
- Where? - Out.
Was she alone?
You know what? I don't wanna know.
[sniffs, grunts]
How's the hand?
Great, 'cause I'm a miracle, and we already knew that.
Uh-huh.
You all right?
I need you back on the team.
So can you clear medical and be good to go?
[scribbling]
- Bear-- - Can you clear medical and be good to go?
I'll be good to go.
All right.
[resumes scribbling]
[cell phone beeps]
[beeping]
[line rings]
[man with Irish accent] Irish Supplemental Data.
John said to call.
What's his number?
020-980-3281.
- [man] Gina? - Yes.
Our mutual friend said you'd call.
I'm gonna call you back at this number. It's a burner phone?
- Yes. - [line disconnects]
[ring, beep]
- What can we do for ya? - I need four phone records.
Bosnia, Serbia, Georgia, and a landline in Azerbaijan.
- How far back? - Six months.
$2,000 per month, per phone.
That's $50,000.
Euros. The dollar's slipped since the presidential election.
Should I hang up?
I've got nothing else to do with my retirement money.
Text the numbers.
[line disconnects]
[closes cell phone, beep]
[soft music playing on speakers]
- Hey. - Hi.
Mmm.
[sighs heavily]
How'd it go?
[keys clatter]
I found it in the glove compartment of your car.
I took the magazine out.
Where'd you get it?
[inhales deeply]
You know there could still be a round in that chamber, right?
Is there a round in the chamber, Jackie?
- No. - No?
- [releases magazine, bullet clinks] - [gun thuds]
This is what gets people like you killed.
This is what kills our kids. And it happens all the time.
This piece is around 600 bucks, and I know you didn't buy it.
So who gave it to you?
I'm sorry, Ricky.
I was scared.
You weren't here. I panicked.
I'll get it out of the house.
- [holds down gun] - Who gave it you?
- God damn it, who gave it to you? - Alex.
Caulder.
I'm sorry.
[sighs]
Say something.
[grabs gun]
[cell phone rings]
- Cline. - [man] The two Bosnian phones were clean.
The other cell number and phone in Baku
made dozens of calls to Chechnya, to a café in Grozny.
- Where? Do you have a name? - Gina, I'd advise you to let this go.
Thanks for the advice.
I hear you're no longer welcome in your--
In the family.
Name, location.
The only other calls into that café came from the FSB in Moscow. You understand?
Russian intelligence controls this.
- Don't call again. You're toxic. - [line disconnects]
[closes cell phone, beep]
Rest your hand palm up. Make a fist. Open it.
Nice range of motion. Good dexterity.
How's it feel?
Strong.
- Okay. - [dynamometer beeps]
Now squeeze this as hard as you can.
- [beep] - Any pain?
- [beeping] - Nope.
Release.
[dynamometer clatters]
Any other symptoms?
None.
As far as I'm concerned,
you have the ability to tolerate operational conditions.
Did you just give me medical clearance?
You'll still have to see the psychiatrist
to confirm that you're psychologically fit.
Doc, I'm a SEAL. I haven't been psychologically fit
since I slid down the birth canal, okay?
Thank you.
Thank you. [laughs]
- [Indistinct conversations] - [slow rock music on speakers]
- Yeah, we don't wanna... - [Sam] Okay.
- [laughs] - Sam!
Come on. Are you still slumming?
Hi, Anthony.
Wow. Make yourself at home, bro.
I just did.
Mr. Social Justice.
Now Bobby Chase is a stone-cold killer.
We used to call him Bobby in college,
but he's probably got some badass nickname now, right?
So what is it?
"The Butcher"? "The Baker"? "The Coffin Maker"?
Anthony, cut it out.
No, man. We just call him Chase.
Hmm.
Does it bother you, killing people?
See, the thing I noticed...
is that everyone is surprised at the moment of their death.
Everyone.
You can see it in their eyes...
thinking that this has to be a mistake...
that they're special...
to the very end.
Wow. Who knocked the Harvard out of you, man?
Good luck with that.
Please tell me you didn't drag me to DC to hang out with douchebags like that.
[laughs]
Bobby...
are you okay?
[sighs] Yeah, I'm good.
- Be right back. - [Trevor] Yeah, man.
- [urinating] - [door opens]
[urinal flushes]
Unless you're gonna propose, get out of my face, Bobby.
[grunting]
[Trevor] Hey, hey, hey!
Whoa, whoa! Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy.
Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy.
Come on, man.
[breathing heavily]
You guys are all the same.
You think you're special till the very last moment.
[groans]
Let's go.
[slow rock music continues]
[doorbell rings]
[Jackie] Hi, Chloe! Come on in.
[Anabel] Hey.
Hey.
[door creaks closed]
Um, these are... Hope you like them.
Oh, they're beautiful! Thank you so much.
- Anabel, can you put 'em in water? - Mm-hmm.
[Ortiz] Hey. You must be Chloe.
Welcome.
Yes. Chloe.
- You must be Anabel's dad. - That's me.
- [Anabel] He just got back. - Well, that's...
Anabel says you're so cool.
No, she doesn't.
[inhaling sharply] Sorry. Could I use your bathroom?
Yeah. Yeah, sure. It's right there.
[gasping]
[breathing shakily]
[inhaler clatters]
[inhaler hisses]
[cap clicks]
- [knock on door] - [Anabel] Chloe? Are you okay?
Yeah. I'm fine.
Be out in a sec.
[panting]
Chloe, you're not hungry?
Sweetie?
Are you okay?
I'm not feeling well.
I need to go home.
Are you sure?
Ricky can take you.
Honestly, it's fine. I took the bus here.
No, he can take you.
Yeah. Sure. I'll grab my jacket. I'll drive you home.
I'll go, too.
No, no, you stay here. Someone's gotta help me finish this.
[footsteps retreat]
[Anabel] I'll text you later?
Feel any better?
A bit.
So, Anabel tells us you're a photographer.
Well, you should show us your photos some time.
Sure.
You girls hang out a lot?
Like, do all the text messaging and stuff?
We're teenage girls.
That's right.
[ding]
I'm gonna have to stop for gas.
[shifts gears, engine turns off]
Be right back.
[pump beeps]
[knock on window]
[whirring]
Do you want anything?
I'm good.
All right.
[coins clattering]
[keypad beeps]
[ringing, beep]
Hey, we're almost there. Call you in a few?
- Okay, bye. - [cellphone beeps]
- [car door opens] - All right, let's go.
[car door closes]
- [seatbelt clicks] - [engine starts, gears shift]
Hey, what's your name?
Where are you from?
- Where did they find you? - [door creaks open]
[Hall] Hey! I need water, please.
[sighs]
I asked FSB if they wanted you, but they think you're a CIA plant.
That's a lie.
Stop it, Michael. It's demeaning.
I have a sleeper in the States, the one who killed the SEAL.
Lies, lies, lies.
Who got the credit? You did. The Ummah Movement.
I did it for you, my Prince.
No. You did it for yourself, like everything you do.
She's out there, waiting to kill whoever I say!
If I was a CIA plant, would I tell you this?
Would I give her to you?
Show me.
[slices zip tie]
[thunder rumbling]
This is it.
[brakes squeal]
[gears shift, engine idling]
Anybody home?
My grandma goes to bed early.
- I have a key. - [unbuckles seatbelt]
Thank you for the ride, Mr. Ortiz.
Sure, no problem.
You can call me Ricky, if you want.
Mm.
[car door closes]
[gears shift]
[ringing]
[continues ringing]
[ringing]
[continues ringing]
[voicemail chime sounds]
[Tamerlin] Time's up, Michael.
[door closes]
[screams]
[speaking Arabic]
[speaking in Arabic]
- [Michael cries] - [cell phone rings]
[Tamerlin continues in Arabic]
[speaks Arabic]
- [ringing continues] - [crying]
You have a phone call.
[ringing continues]
[exhales sharply]
- [ringing continues] - Oh.
[inhales deeply]
- [exhales shakily] - [ringing continues]
- Who are you? - It's me, Marissa. Michael.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
Did they tell you what I did for you?
I'm very proud of you.
But we have bigger things to accomplish.
- Are you still in place? - Yes.
But, Michael, what if I don't hear from you again?
I can't take being alone like that.
I'm here for you, I promise. You're my lioness.
What do you want me to do?
I want you to trust me.
I do.
We're gonna kill them, Marissa.
All of them.
[chimes]
- [indistinct conversations] - [rock music playing on speakers]
[cell phone beeps]
[line rings]
- Gina Cline. Leave a message. - [beep]
Hey, I, I need you to-- I need you to tell me if--
If Nasry's been in contact.
I, I need you to tell me if he did what he said he'd do,
because you owe me that. Okay?
- [sighs] - [cell phone beeps]
- [loud indistinct conversations] - [upbeat rock music playing]
I remember you.
Yeah, I waited around all night for you, and you never showed.
Well, I'm here now.
[slow rock music playing]
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[moans]
You'll feel better once you kill something.
You just ride that darkness, my man.
It's who you are.
You should eat.
[speaks Russian]
[speaking Russian]
You must be the great Michael Nasry.
How is our guest?
He's uncomfortable, but alive.
[man] Bring him to me.
He's in a village several hours away.
Operational security. You taught me that.
Send for him.
We'll wait.
You're here to kill us.
The only reason you're still alive
is because your Prince here is incompetent.
- Hall's my card to play. - Mm. No longer.
He will be returned to the United States
as a peace offering, one president to another.
In exchange for what?
Credit, trust...
both of which you've lost.
Send for him now.
He's here.
Don't listen to the infidel.
I'll take you to him.
- [speaks Russian] - Michael...
I will kill you, you traitor.
Michael!
- No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait. - [shovel scrapes]
[grunting]
[clanking]
- [Hall] What the hell was that? - Shut up.
Where's Hall?
[gunshots]
[click]
We need to leave. Now.
[rock music playing on radio]
[cell phone vibrates]
[beep]
[inhales sharply]
Holy shit.