♪ 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 ♪♪
[birds singing]
- I found one. - What you got?
It's a buck.
How can you tell?
Dewclaws.
Very good.
All right, so we know where they drink.
See a game trail?
- Mm-hmm. - Let's follow it.
See, now we're getting a pattern going.
You know where they drink,
then you know where they eat, you know where they sleep.
Now we know the road that they're gonna take,
so we just find the high ground.
Then we wait 'em out.
All right, keep marching.
There you go. Make your way.
- [grunts] My little gazelle. - [laughs]
[birds singing]
Come on.
We can rest at the top, squirt.
[breathing heavily]
[Lucy] Daddy?
I love you.
♪ ♪
[alarm beeping]
[beeping stops]
[♪ Bob Dylan: "Masters of War"]
♪ Come, you masters of war ♪
♪ You that build the big guns ♪
♪ You that build the death planes ♪
- ♪ You that build all the bombs ♪ - [shutter sound effect]
♪ You that hide behind walls ♪
♪ You that hide behind desks ♪
♪ I just want you to know I can see through your masks ♪
♪ You've thrown the worst fear ♪
♪ That can ever be hurled ♪
♪ Fear to bring children ♪
♪ Into the world ♪
♪ Unborn and unnamed ♪
♪ You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins ♪
♪ And I hope that you die ♪
♪ And your death will come soon ♪
♪ And I'll watch while you're lowered ♪
[tires screeching]
♪ Down to your deathbed ♪
♪ And I'll stand over your grave ♪
♪ Till I'm sure that you're dead ♪♪
♪ ♪
[grunting softly]
[beeps]
Encrypted phone.
[trilling]
What are you hiding, Marcus?
[grunts]
[phone trills]
[Lucy speaks indistinctly]
[Reece] You know where they eat?
[Lucy] Yeah.
[Reece] We know where they sleep.
Now we know the road they're gonna take,
so we find the high ground, then we wait 'em out.
If you're precise in your tracking
and you know what to look for...
...no buck will be able to hide from you.
♪ ♪
[commentator speaking indistinctly on phone]
Come on, ****ers.
- [car door opens] - We need a stop. We need one stop.
Yes. Yes.
Yes. Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Get it, get it!
[whoops] Oh, yeah!
Oh!
Damn right! Yes!
Roll Tide.
Absolutely.
- [grunts] - You missed a good one.
- Oh. - Hi.
Hey.
You ready for Mexico?
Yeah. Listen. [sighs]
The level of shit that's about to hit the fan,
even I couldn't tell you.
After you drop me, you should bail.
What, so you can bogart Marco's entire mescal collection?
Hell no.
I'm serious.
It's gonna get bad.
Lucy was my goddaughter, Reece.
There's, uh, no depth of shit,
none,
that I won't wade through to make those mother****ers pay.
Welcome to Riley Air.
[trilling]
[clicking]
[line ringing]
[engines powering up]
[Ben] Did you bag that buck in Wyoming?
Yep.
****ing guy posted his whole life online.
You find anything worthwhile?
Just sent you a Secret Santa gift.
Next lump of coal?
Well, you tell me. I'll be in the air.
I'll have something by the time you land.
Happy trails.
[inhales sharply]
You ready?
♪ ♪
What does it tell you?
[Junior] Dude unloads his whole magazine.
I mean, that's overkill.
Medical indicates an intracranial mass.
He's probably unstable.
[Tony] He knows the glass will throw the rounds.
Had to be sure the guy went down.
It's not instability, it's experience.
[Mac] Yeah, he's experienced.
Eight combat deployments.
Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya.
Silver Star.
Multiple Bronze Stars.
Even an Army Commendation medal with "V" Device.
Don't get too attached.
Vultures up north are already circling.
Big cases always go up to L.A.
[Deptula] Right.
[Junior] Well, maybe Ramsay holds the line.
[Deptula] Name one time he's held the line.
Boss, you're pissing in the wind.
Relentless pursuit, Mac. Relentless pursuit.
[Ramsay] I understand that, Terry,
but I'm gonna need more than a check-in on this one.
At least a spot at the presser.
- [whispers] Put him on speaker. - Hey,
I'm happy... No, I'm happy to comply...
- [beep] - No. Hey,
I, uh... [clears throat] I got Anthony Layun here.
He just, uh, took over as the head of our Fugitive Task Force.
[Terry] Oh, I know Tony. How's it going?
Well, not good, sir, I understand
you're trying to snake our case.
Look, no one's snaking anyone.
All right? We got a body. We're more equipped.
When you were in Chicago,
you ever let Milwaukee take a big one?
Difference is, Milwaukee didn't know
what the hell they were doing.
- Oh, Tony... - We've got five bodies.
It's our case on that alone.
Or we call headquarters, see how D.C. feels about it.
Deptula, I want addresses
on all surviving family members and known associates.
Twenty years in the service means it's gonna be a long list.
- You got it. - Junior, get me raw ****age from CCTV.
Something I can run through facial rec.
We already got a positive I.D., though.
I don't care about James Reece.
I want to know who the hell was in this car with him.
[Katie] Somewhere within
the Capstone network is a project called RD-4895.
Now, their network is huge.
It's something like 100-plus discrete investments.
I was able to narrow it down to 27 companies tied directly
to Pentagon assets
or that overlap with theaters of conflict.
I was able to get health records
for some of the platoon families, but I need more.
That means research. FOIAs.
- [Alice] Why us? - [sighs]
This is a story of a generation.
It deserves better than a website with listicles
and video game reviews.
Send your leads over. I'll take a look.
I already did. Check your inbox.
- You're ****ing cocky, you know that? - [bang]
[banging]
Shit. I got to go.
- Tell Nathan I need those leads. - Katie?
[banging continues]
Hello?
- [Katie] Brian? - Katie?
Hey, guys!
Hey!
- Hey, Deb. - Katie.
- Sorry. I couldn't get the deadbolt to lock. - Uh... [chuckles]
What are you... what are you doing here?
Oh, I... You didn't get my email?
I'm back from Syria.
Uh, I-I just thought this would be a really nice reentry point.
Right. Yeah. Um... [chuckles]
I thought you meant next weekend.
[Deb] Well, what a nice surprise.
We can catch up.
You can get some Teddy time.
When he finally wakes up.
Oh, no, I'm so gross. I haven't showered.
I'm still in sweatpants. Just...
give me one second. I'll be right back.
Okay.
[sighs]
Look, I'm not gonna lie to you.
The situation's far from ideal.
Now, the Pentagon's new budget reflects a, a paradigm shift,
with cuts or reallocation in almost every sector.
Now, if it goes through, our contract would terminate,
without renewal, in 18 months.
And given Elias Ryberg's decision to postpone his visit,
I think it's safe to assume that he now views us
as a risky investment.
Still, it is Capstone's advice
that Nubellum's board remain patient
and pursue the sale.
Now, you know me. You know my values.
If I tell you I have something managed, it's managed.
[Tedesco] Do you have any idea
how embarrassing Santa Barbara was?
Watching your VP's naked corpse wheeled away
by the police with a needle in his arm.
Ryberg was there, Steve.
He saw it.
So you'll excuse us if our faith
in your judgment is a bit shaken.
If Elias wanted out, he'd say so. He's treading water.
Now, as for Washington, it's a dynamic machine.
It's also a predictable one.
You just need to know which dials to turn.
War was never meant to be Nubellum's business.
I followed you down this path
because you held me up when I needed it.
And I kept my mouth shut when you wanted to sell because,
well... [chuckles softly]
the return was high.
But I'm not going to sell my business
for nickels on the dollar,
and I'm not going to keep developing your projects
if there's no market.
There's always a market for what we do.
Well, I guess we'll find out.
Hartley's new budget hits subcommittee in a few days.
Until then,
good luck with the VP search.
♪ ♪
Hey, buckle up, buttercup!
We're starting our descent.
♪ ♪
[Marco] Bueno.
Ya llegamos.
Hey, Carlos.
Alex.
How are you, fellas?
I'll grab this first bag here.
- Gracias. - [horse neighs in distance]
It's good to have you back, mijo.
So good to be here. Hello, Paola.
- Nice to see you, James. - You, too.
- So, how was the trip? - [Liz] Glorious.
All clear skies and mai tais.
Don't let her fool you. She's flying
like she's still in Najaf.
- [laughing] - [Liz] Oh!
Let's go, party people.
Hey, I got dibs on the pool house.
- [laughs] Oh, then let's go. - Vamos.
Your father came to Baja when he was at a crossroads.
He had that same look on his face.
And?
He found a renewed sense of purpose.
As will you.
[quietly] Thank you.
[Fontana] The Los Angeles incident
was captured on traffic cameras.
And the NCIS agent who died?
Building's Realtor I.D.'d Reece.
Said he came in under an assumed name.
If there was any doubt
about Reece and his family,
there's none now.
We were late on this, Rich.
- [knocking] - [door opens]
[aide] Senator Pryor, ma'am.
We've got defectors on committee.
Who?
Holbrooke.
Conviser as well.
[Hartley] Someone got to them?
Whoever it is, they're trying to keep quiet.
[sniffs] Your new budget
turns off an awful lot of spigots.
- [sighs] - [Fontana] So,
where does this leave us?
We have zero margin as is.
If you lose a single vote,
your cuts are D.O.A.
Markups, at the very least.
Is there a world where we push a CR
and then fiddle-**** when it comes back from the House?
James Reece was a good man.
He gave most of his adult life to us,
and he came back compromised.
We won't find a resolution in the margins.
We need a change,
not a reconciliation deal.
We need...
[sighs]
I want the hearing televised.
[Fontana] Ma'am, it's a...
closed-door committee.
Then we will open it up for the final vote.
Let's get these senators on record making the case
that special interests are more important
than special operators.
I would like to see them make that case.
[♪ José González: "El Invento"]
[singing in Spanish]
[Marco praying in Spanish]
- Amén. - Amén.
- Amen. - Amen.
Marco, Paola, gracias.
You really outdid yourselves with this one.
And tomorrow we have barbacoa.
When you have a shooter like Reece on the ranch,
- you put him to work. - [chuckles]
You don't need me to shoot a ram.
My old man used to tell me he learned more
about judging distances from Marco
than he did any sniper school.
Tomás was always too generous with his praise.
Ha! I'm not sure we're talking about the same Tom Reece.
[chuckling]
You know, doesn't matter how many times I-I come here,
I seem to always forget just how beautiful it is.
My gosh.
Last time I was here was...
my anniversary, I think.
I remember the girls caught that big jar of fireflies
down by the trees.
Sí.
The hacienda is, uh,
sacred to us.
A sanctuary away from the chaos outside.
Pásame el aguachile, ¿sí?
Gracias.
Mr. Reece,
I told my mom I wanted to go to the funeral.
Antonia.
[Antonia] I didn't know Lucy was sick,
or I would have sent her a letter.
She'd have loved that, sweetheart.
She'd have loved that very much.
James, I... I'm sorry.
Eh.
To the host.
You provide the drink
and the land that provides the food.
Por la familia.
[all] Por la familia.
Salud, mi amor.
So, here's the question.
What do I have to do to poach you from Paul's ranch?
[Lauren laughs]
- [Lucy laughs] - [Lauren speaks indistinctly]
[Liz] When it comes to taste in bosses,
the quality I value most is absenteeism.
[laughs]
[Lauren] Oh, wow, they're so beautiful.
Aren't they?
[Lucy] Come on, show it to Daddy.
[Liz] ...no business craving as much as I do.
But besides that, you got 'em beat, hands down.
- So it's done. - [Liz laughs]
[phone chimes]
[phone buzzes]
[door opens]
[Brian] Hey.
Hey, oh, I can help clean up.
I was just, uh, I was trying to catch the sunset.
How much trouble are you in?
I'm not. Brian, come on.
I saw your research upstairs.
It's a story, that's all.
I just need a couple days.
[typing]
[phone buzzes]
Thought you might want a drink.
You always were a mind reader.
- Salud. - Salud.
[Marco] Ben called.
He traced a payment from your man's phone
to a bank in Ensenada.
My men are looking into it.
I keep asking myself...
...what is his purpose?
What is his plan?
What vision could he possibly have for you...
...to do this?
I think of the story of Job...
...and I wonder if perhaps
this is some kind of bet with the devil...
to see if they can break you.
They never broke Job.
But they're getting pretty damn close with me.
[gasps]
[groaning]
[Lucy laughing]
[indistinct, playful chatter]
Lucy, come back here!
[Ben speaks indistinctly]
[Ben] I figured you'd have business in mescal.
I mean, once you got that account,
it was just a matter of time.
- James. - Hola, sunshine.
Wow. You just go right ahead and kick the shit out
- of yourself last night? - [Reece murmurs]
- Man, when'd you get in? - Thirty minutes ago.
Got two days' clearance.
What, you think I'm gonna let you just
finish this guy off on your own?
Finish?
Marco was just filling us in.
Es verdad.
The leader of my security team believes
he's found Lauren and Lucy's killer.
[seagulls squawking]
- Morning. - Morning.
Uh, you mind if I borrow your car?
I want to make a coffee run.
Oh, I'll do it. Brian and Teddy are down by the beach.
- You should go join them. - No. It's your vacation.
Just tell me what you want. My treat.
We'll take two flat whites.
- Keys are by the front door. - Thanks.
[car door opens]
Katie Buranek?
I read up on you, Ms. Buranek.
Portland, Kenosha, Hubei province.
You have a history of getting in over your head.
Well, it's the best way to see beneath the surface.
[chuckles]
That's cute.
Where's James Reece?
I don't know.
- I don't believe you. - Okay.
Based on your work up there, you seem like a smart person.
So why make yourself an accessory to murder?
What I witnessed wasn't murder. It was self-defense.
I'm not talking about Los Angeles.
James Reece didn't kill his family.
Why don't you talk to Saul Agnon?
Ask him how Capstone Industries gave
an entire platoon of Navy SEALs brain tumors.
That's the real story.
I'd love to talk to Saul Agnon, I would.
But he's dead.
I made some calls.
Agnon suffered an overdose in Santa Barbara
a day after you and Reece were in L.A.
Found him with a needle in his arm.
No history of opioid use. That's curious, don't you think?
And NCIS Agent Josh Holder?
He ate a bullet from someone else's gun
the night before Reece went on the run.
So, you know, it's...
it's also unusual.
[sighs heavily]
Look, you got a scoop. I get it.
But I don't think you want to see anyone else dead.
And I'm sure you don't want to get hit with a felony charge.
I... I don't know where he is, I don't.
But...
if I find out, I will let you know.
There you go, Ms. Buranek.
Enjoy your family time.
[knocks on window]
[agents speaking indistinctly]
[door closes]
[siren wailing in distance]
[engine starts]
[tires screech]
Can I help you?
What's all this?
Let's talk.
You familiar with the Battle of Messines?
- No. - World War I.
Brits and the Germans reach a stalemate at Flanders.
There's this General Plumer on the English side.
Super patient guy.
He spends five months building 8,000 meters
of tunnels under the enemy position.
Packs 'em with 600 pounds of explosives,
and one day...
[imitates explosion]
Blast kills 10,000 Germans. Stalemate over.
****ing Boche didn't even know what hit him.
Well, that's fascinating.
What the hell are we doing, Steve?
I've worked really hard to get under enemy lines.
- You have. - Look, we both know,
within a year, Hartley's gonna be out to pasture.
No one's gonna miss her.
So right now you need to decide
if you want to be a little red link
on her Wikipedia page or the heir apparent.
Our deal was for information.
That's right.
And I'm changing the deal
to protect my investment. You understand?
This new budget threatens my business.
- The votes are locked. - Not Pryor.
[chuckles]
Pryor. Pryor is the one calling for this type of dwell reform.
I'm not asking you to turn him.
Just get him to me.
This is gonna be really good for you, Richard.
You just don't know it yet.
[Aarón] Navajas and his gang contract to multiple cartels.
He's violent, ambitious.
He'll kill anyone for the right price.
We're sure that he's the one?
According to our sources, three weeks ago,
Navajas and a lieutenant left their compound.
Only Navajas returned.
Carrying a wound to his left forearm.
It's him.
Navajas and his men train young sicarios
in an old factory outside of Ensenada.
- How many? - Sometimes 12, sometimes more.
That's not counting the boys he trains. There's a storm coming.
It should provide us the cover we need.
The hills here offer a view from 200 meters.
You stalk. You wait.
It's maybe one of the easier shots you'll ever take.
Ah...
James?
No. A shot's no good.
It's a clear line of sight.
Aarón is former Fuerzas Especiales.
His tactics are sound.
I-I don't question your tactics, Aarón,
it's not a tactical issue.
We need to go in,
make contact, hit 'em head-on.
That's the only way this works.
Hey, can I talk to you a second?
Listen, I ****ing get it.
I want to bleed this mother****er out
just as much as you do.
But this guy...
he does not lead us to the big picture, brother.
Steve Horn does.
Take the ****ing shot. Head north.
When he came for them, Lauren put her body
over Lucy to shield her. I ever tell you that?
So, Lucy's last moments were her mom screaming and crying,
covering her as Navajas looked down on them.
I want him to know who's come for him.
It doesn't work any other way.
[grunts]
Okay.
Okay. Let's go.
We can't ask your men to put their lives at risk.
We got this. Me and Ben.
No.
This is a chance to wipe this entire evil off the map.
[Aarón] It's the right thing to do.
We'll be doing the world a favor.
All right.
We use high ground for overwatch.
North and south.
[Ben] Reece.
[Reece] No, no, it's okay.
The others approach on ****.
Reece?
It's nothing. I'm good.
[doctor] Based on your timeline,
it appears the tumor is fast-growing.
If it's a glioblastoma, that's bad news. Also rare.
I won't be certain without...
Without a biopsy. I know.
There are excellent surgeons in Mexico City.
With the right plan, six to nine months,
you can have your life back.
What are my other options?
Suffering. Death, I suppose.
What about something to control the symptoms?
Corticosteroids will reduce the swelling.
Propranolol, topiramate,
they can help with the tremors and the migraines.
But drugs won't save you.
[Liz] You should've told us, Reece.
- [Marco] He couldn't have known. - Bullshit.
Ask him.
Look, brother, what you do with your body,
that's your business.
I can't blame you for playing it close.
I get it. Who the **** am I to judge?
I just have one question.
Can you operate?
[Marco] Aarón and his men can finish the job, James.
They'll bring Navajas home in pieces if you ask it.
What would you do
if it were Paola and Antonia?
Wouldn't you want to look him in the eyes?
I have nothing.
Nothing left to lose but this.
He took everything from me.
All right.
I'll let Aarón know.
♪ ♪
I don't know how you're still standing.
If it was me, I would be down a dark hole.
There are people that deserve that hole more than me.
You know, uh, you, Lauren, Lucy,
you're family to us.
Well, after tomorrow, if you survive,
please don't come back.
You're happy to die for her vengeance,
but you should have never brought your friends into this.
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbling]
[muffled grunting]
- [static over radio] - Alejandro?
[speaks Spanish]
Alejandro?
Hey, Manuel, Gerardo.
[speaking Spanish]
You have four sicarios heading to the kill box.
Forty feet.
Twenty feet.
Ten feet.
[gunshots]
[speaking Spanish]
Ready. Move.
[guards speaking Spanish]
Crash it.
[guards speaking Spanish]
[explosion]
[gunfire]
[grunts] ****.
Wall! Wall!
[speaks Spanish, grunts]
[gunfire]
****.
Give me suppressing fire
on building two now!
[shouts in Spanish]
Check him. Is that our man?
- Reloading. - No.
- How much time you need? - Ten seconds.
[guard speaks Spanish nearby]
- Ready. - Moving.
[indistinct shouting nearby]
[shouting in Spanish]
¡Voy a matar! ¡Voy a matar!
¡No, cálmate, cálmate!
[Reece] Ben?
[shouting in Spanish]
¿Donde está El Navajas?
No sé.
I have the children. Go.
Vámonos, niños, vámonos.
[speaking Spanish]
[shouting, gunfire]
That's Navajas. He's mine. Contain him.
Blue pickup, light it up!
- Move it. - Moving.
[grunts]
My ****.
Bro, you good?
**** yeah! Clean hit! Move!
[gunshots]
**** you!
♪ ♪
[groaning, coughing]
[cries out]
Put it down. Put it down!
[groaning]
[thunder rumbling]
- [grunts] - [coughs]
You know who I am?
**** you, navy man.
[Lucy] Is she gonna be okay, Daddy?
[screaming]
[tearing]
[screaming]
[screaming and tearing continue]
[coughing]
[groaning]
Walk.
[crying out]
[Navajas gagging, coughing]
[thud]
[groaning weakly]
[thunder rumbling]
[seagulls squawking]
[Katie] I'm sorry, Bri.
Mm-hmm.
I am.
I really didn't think you guys would be here.
I... didn't know they would be here.
[sighs]
You know, when you were 17, Mom said to me,
"Don't give her any of your energy.
She'll just suck you dry."
I promised myself a long time ago
that I'd be done worrying about you.
Yeah, well, you also promised me
you wouldn't marry a blonde,
so I guess we're just, you know, disappointing each other.
[chuckles]
[both laugh]
Yeah, we're gonna head back tonight,
but if you want to stay, you can.
I don't deserve you.
I know.
You're such a ****.
[laughs]
You are.
But I love you.
- This looks amazing. - [phone ringing]
[laughing] Oh, my God.
Hello?
[Alice] Nubellum Pharmaceuticals.
Steve Horn bought a controlling share six years ago,
shifted the entire slate into military nootropics.
Major DoD contractor.
Their meds are issued to all six branches. Best part?
Rumor is, Nubellum's days away from being acquired
outright for $70+ billion.
Katie?
- Thanks. - Thank me with 10,000 words.
[sighs]
Everything good?
Oh, that was a telemarketer.
Hey, you guys want some more margaritas?
I'm good, thanks.
- I'll take one. Yeah. - All right.
- Thanks. - I'll be back.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
[bag zips]
[engine starts]
[sighs] Guess you were right.
[engine starts]
I'm always right, Junior.
Hey, Mac.
Yep, she's on the move.
Reecer, this is everything I could find on Steve Horn.
I want to know exactly what he did to you.
- You sure you can't come? - I wish, brother, but my S.O.
is already asking me questions about my "irregular work hours."
Well, I would've fired your *** years ago.
But seriously, keep an eye on this guy's six up there.
[sighs] I'll be back.
There's some spending money on the plane.
My contribution to the hunt.
Marco, you've already done plenty. Thank you.
She did her best hunting right here on this ranch.
I think this is where she belongs.
This was your father's.
I can't accept.
How about you hold onto her till I'm back?
James.
Antonia.
- Paola. - James.
- Take care of them. - You bet.
Que dios te acompañe, mijo.
A ti también, tío.
There you go. One more.
[engines powering up]
♪ ♪