[Ben] RPG! RPG!
-Too hot! -[Ben] It doesn't make any fucking sense.
-[gunshot] -[Eliza] Sorry, Ben.
-Who are you working for? -Just because
I had my own assignment doesn't mean
I betrayed the team.
Your source, the Shepherd,
who verifies that intel he's feeding you?
[Eliza] Mossad believes the Shepherd is using Haverford for his own agenda.
[grunting]
-What agenda? -That's what I'm going to find out.
Let me come with you.
How did the Khalid Network know we were planning that hit?
[shouts] I work for German Intelligence.
You're a fucking friendly?
Out, out, out, out! Out!
[sirens wailing]
[♪ River Crombie playing "Simple Man"]
♪ Well, Mama told me ♪
♪ When I was young ♪
♪ "Come sit beside me ♪
♪ my only son ♪
♪ and listen closely ♪
♪ to what I say ♪
♪ And if you do this ♪
♪ it'll help you some sunny day ♪
♪ Ah, yeah" ♪
♪ ♪
[insects trilling]
[quiet, somber music playing]
♪ ♪
[Raife straining]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[lock buzzes]
-[door shuts] -[lock clicks]
[groans]
[exhales sharply]
[panting]
[grunts]
[exhales]
[grunting]
[gasps]
[panting]
[gasping]
[yells] Fuck.
[panting]
[groans]
[panting]
Fuck.
[mournful music playing]
[GAEA director] Lastly, the Iranian delegation agrees
that the GAEA will add additional cameras
and online enrichment monitors
to ensure that Iran's nuclear sites in Fordow, Natanz, and Arak
are being used for civilian work only, limited to
medical or industrial purposes.
[whispering in Farsi]
Yes.
Next month, as agreed to.
And we expect
the oil sanctions to ease on the same timeline.
[people murmuring]
Well, more cameras, more oil. More oil, more money for my country.
Which is what this is all about, no?
I thought it was about clean energy, Cyrus.
[Cyrus] No, the common bond
between men is not the exchange of suffering,
but the exchange of goods.
[U.S. delegate] That one of your philosophers
or some famous Persian trader?
That is Ayn Rand.
I would have thought it required reading
for the country who perfected capitalism.
[laughter]
Back to our agenda and the motion on the table, please.
Thank you.
[dramatic music playing]
[Yousef speaking Farsi] Even without Vahid...
...you did admirable work today.
Thank you, Minister.
But Vahid's work is of equal importance.
Which is why his absence is concerning.
He had to go "quiet" for the final phase of our transaction.
Going quiet has become a trend...
...with the people around your brother.
He assured us you'll have the Khalid Network's bearings...
...before your plane departs tomorrow.
[thunder rumbling]
I know he is your brother. Your blood.
But you have too much confidence in a man...
...so enamored with the West.
That's all I can say.
-[dramatic music playing] -Look at me.
If he were to fail...
...you know what would be required to balance the scales.
Yes, we understand the consequences.
Are you sure?
♪ ♪
May God accept your prayers.
[vehicle door opens]
[indistinct announcement playing over P.A.]
Oh!
[speaking German] I'm sorry.
[indistinct announcement playing over P.A.]
[grunts softly]
[announcement in German playing over P.A.]
[indistinct chatter]
[chimes play over P.A.]
[emotional, discordant music playing]
[Tal] Pirate?
♪ ♪
[Tal panting]
[indistinct chatter over P.A.]
[Tal crying]
♪ ♪
[inhales sharply, sighs]
[dramatic music playing]
88 euros, bitte.
[turn signal clicking]
-Danke. -Danke.
♪ ♪
[slow, dramatic music playing]
-[boat horn blowing] -[seabirds screeching]
[seabirds screeching]
[rhythmic clanking]
-[seabirds screeching] -[boat horn blowing]
[Ben sighs]
Good to see you, brother.
-You good? -I'm good. You?
[Ben] Good.
Oh, you're a fucking animal, man.
Any news from Hastings?
-Nothing. -What about Tal?
[sighs]
Mo got lucky.
-Hit went straight through. -[Mo grunts]
[Landry] Last guy I saw get gut-shot,
stomach swelled up like a watermelon.
-[boat horn blowing] -[scoffs]
Couldn't shit right for two years.
[Mo] Haverford told us about Eliza.
You were with her?
-[sighs] -[door opens]
[door closes]
I'm gonna ask you a series of questions.
How we proceed depends on your answers.
Eliza knew you were being played, and she's dead.
That's not a fucking coincidence, is it?
She was right.
I was being played.
For the first time in 20 years, my asset sent me bullshit intel.
[panting]
As soon as I heard about Eliza, I contacted Mossad.
I let them know that the Shepherd had used us.
Used you for what?
The bearings in that briefcase,
they're not the same as Molnar's, are they?
Ask yourself why they're different.
[Raife] They're fake.
We weren't conducting an upstream disruption.
We were stopping one.
It wasn't the Khalid Network inside that tunnel.
It was German Intelligence.
And they were making their own play against Iran.
And we have two sets of fake bearings to prove it.
We hit friendlies inside that tunnel.
And now the only question that matters is, who the fuck played us?
[tense, dramatic music playing]
[Haverford] Look, if you want to know
who played us,
it's the same person that killed Eliza.
He's here...
if you care to see him for yourself.
[footsteps retreating]
[Haverford] Vahid Rahimi, "the Shepherd,"
was supposed to lead his flock to the west.
His brother is Cyrus.
He's the lead negotiator on the Nuclear Deal.
Shepherd was supposed to help us stop them.
Instead, he stabbed me in the back,
fed me bullshit, and then used us
to stop the German's upstream disruption.
What about the Iranian teams outside the tunnels?
The ones who came after Eliza and I?
[scoffs] He got fucking spooked.
He found out a hard-liner, Yousef Saedi, was on to our comms network.
He panics, unleashes the Quds Force to wipe out everybody
on the fucking map.
He found out about our plan because of me.
He gave us up.
And now Eliza's dead.
Vahid?
-[cigarette sizzles against flesh] -[groans]
-Huh? Come on. -[gasps]
-[Vahid exhales] -Huh?
[Vahid sniffles]
[Vahid sighs loudly]
[Haverford] So, Vahid, you with us?
[Vahid weakly] Yeah.
[Haverford] Huh?
-Yeah. -[Haverford] Yeah.
Now, despite your fuck-ups,
we're still on the same side, right?
-Mm. -Yeah.
Now you tell them what you told me.
How are we gonna finish this operation?
Brotherly... love?
[Haverford] Hmm. That's right.
-Brotherly love. -[Vahid] Yeah.
[Haverford] Yeah. His brother Cyrus will
finish the deal.
And nobody will know about Vahid's fuck-ups, except us.
[speaking Farsi] Last chance for you to live is...
...to close the deal.
[mysterious, dramatic music playing]
[Vahid sniffles]
Cyrus.
[Vahid inhales shakily]
[quiet, indistinct chatter]
-[phone buzzing] -[speaking Farsi] Thank you so much.
-[indistinct chatter] -[upbeat music playing]
I'll be right back.
[men conversing in Farsi]
Vahid?
Vahid, is that you?
Yes, brother.
It's me.
Everything okay? Where are you?
That doesn't matter.
I did it.
The bearings are secured.
The Khalid couriers will be at the airfield tomorrow.
I'm relieved, brother.
Aye.
Tomorrow. 11 AM.
The same sum as agreed to.
Vahid.
Yes, brother?
Remember what dad used to say?
God is with us.
Yes, brother.
[phone beeps off]
[tense, dramatic music playing]
[speaking Farsi]
[Vahid] It's done.
[Vahid speaking Farsi]
[gasps, yells in Farsi]
That's for Eliza.
Hmm?
Tomorrow, you'll pose as Khalid couriers.
You'll take Mossad's bearings and deliver 'em to the Minister.
This operation, and Iran's nuclear gambit,
will end on that tarmac.
[boat horn blowing]
[slow, somber music playing]
[Tal] This is November Alpha 2-1.
[Mossad agent] Iron.
[Tal] Shadow.
Shadow.
I copy. Shadow.
Current sitrep?
[Tal sighs] Situation report is as follows.
I'm in a hotel room in Geneva...
injured, but mobile.
[sniffles]
[slow, somber music playing]
Agent Perash is KIA.
[gulps]
Be advised, I have secured the encrypted node between Haverford and the Shepherd.
And I'm... [sighs] ...looking for the Shepherd's location.
Copy all. Hold your position.
Do not pursue.
Say again?
Haverford has identified and terminated the Shepherd.
Maintain your location.
A team is en route to Zurich for cleanup,
with a follow-on to Geneva for your extraction.
[sniffles]
Eliza Perash is KIA.
Do we trust the intel and its source?
We are shifting mission set.
Your operational requirements are complete.
Stand by. Do you copy?
Where is Haverford's team? I need to contact them.
Negative. Stand down.
But I have the communication portal between Haverford and the Shepherd.
Bring all viable intel with you.
I repeat, your mission is complete.
Prepare for extract.
Do you copy?
[shudders] Copy all.
♪ ♪
[inhales deeply]
[sighs heavily]
[horn blows in distance]
[pensive music playing]
[horn blows in distance]
[Reece] Before I forget, I brought gifts.
This is from my dad.
It's his wrist compass from 'Nam.
You boys need to hear it, that what we're doing out here is appreciated.
I'm proud of you.
-[soft chatter] -[laughter]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
Still another hour before your shift.
I'm not here for watch.
I'm leaving.
And I need you to come with me.
You're gonna ring out...
...right before we finish this mission.
And which mission is that, eh?
Is that the one where we got walked into a trap in Budapest?
Or the one where we attacked friendlies?
Mo got fucking hammered.
There's more coming, brother.
It's time to go.
[Ben] Mm.
At least the fucker who betrayed us is dead.
Executed.
Fucking right. Executed.
The fuck you want?
Fill out a shooter statement?
Is that what you need?
This ain't the teams anymore.
-There's no cuffs. -Yeah.
At least in the teams, we had a code.
A code which allowed us to maintain the moral high ground.
We far, far ceded that territory now, Ben.
You know, my family's seen the Agency play its games in Africa time and time again.
And no matter what the rules, you have to remember we're not the players here.
We're just pieces on the board.
No.
No, we're not.
I ain't leaving.
Not until we finish this job.
Ben, we wiped out
a convoy of seven allied agents.
I tortured a fucking friendly.
I let him bleed out
from the pieces of ceramic lodged in his gut.
Which were from your rounds.
That's not who we are.
That's not us.
Fog of war, brother.
Isn't it?
Two sides trying to do what's right.
It's shitty,
but it happens.
You know...
...I never thought I'd see this day.
The great Raife Hastings afraid to finish the fight.
I'm gonna let that one go.
Looks like your mind's made up.
Why the fuck are you still here?
The same reason I came in the first place, Ben.
Because you are.
Then stay
and fight
-with me. -It's the wrong fight, Ben.
Stay and fight!
[dramatic music playing]
We both want answers.
And they're out in that airfield tomorrow.
The only way out of this is right fucking through it.
This isn't about answers anymore.
This isn't about Daran or Eliza...
...or even protecting Reece and our boys downrange.
This is about you, Ben.
Isn't it?
What the fuck are you talking about?
The fight.
It's no longer in front of you.
It's raging inside of you.
My father used to tell me that some men will go to war to fight the enemy...
...but others will seek war to fight themselves.
And maybe you're both, eh?
You know...
...I'm gonna miss that old Rhodesian wisdom.
[chuckles softly]
I really am.
Reece was wrong about you.
The road ends here for me, brother.
I can't go down it anymore with you.
Long live the brotherhood, eh?
[somber music playing]
Hey.
You know the difference between you and me?
I'd rather come home in a fucking box than do what you're doing right now.
Remember that.
And you will.
♪ ♪
Long live the brotherhood.
♪ ♪
Morning.
[Mo] Morning.
So it's true?
Raife's gone?
Yeah.
And I want to be clear.
This is all a choice.
You guys want to leave, fucking leave.
What's the plan?
Plan stays the same.
Private airstrip is here,
just outside Geneva.
We go in armed, give the fake bearings,
collect the payment, get the fuck out.
[Landry] "We"?
Yeah.
We haven't always seen eye to eye, have we?
But you putting yourself in harm's way to get Mo off the "X."
As far as I'm concerned...
...you've earned yourself a seat at the table.
Welcome to Charlie Platoon.
Or what's left of it.
One more time.
Yeah.
[intriguing music playing]
[zipping]
[tense music playing]
[Landry] All right.
Any last pearls of wisdom before we hit the road, sir?
[seabirds squawking]
Yeah. [sniffles]
You just remember:
what we're doing here today is about the power and the good
of working without constraints.
And that's gonna echo through time.
And you know what? Ain't nobody even gonna know anything about this.
But you can be goddamn sure that the world is gonna be safer because of our actions.
Hell, yeah. Thank you, sir. [sniffles]
Mr. Jed.
-[vehicle door closes] -Edwards...
You got these.
[Haverford sniffles]
You good?
"First to the Fight"?
[slow, ominous music playing]
-[car door closes] -[engine starts, revs]
[♪ Tuna rapping in Hebrew]
♪ ♪
Fuck me.
[speaking Hebrew] You are a genius, my life, you are a genius.
Okay.
♪ ♪
[line ringing]
-[beeps] -This is November Alpha 2-1.
-[Mossad agent] Iron. -Shadow.
Your extract is three hours out.
I'm not calling for my extract. When did Haverford say
that the Shepherd was eliminated?
What time?
You were told to stand down.
Date and time?
2100 yesterday.
Confirmation of identity and death.
[tense, dramatic music playing]
November Alpha 2-1, what's your status?
Awaiting extract.
[call hangs up]
[pulsing, dramatic music playing]
I count ten. And that's in plain sight.
At least they're rolling light.
You think that's bad luck? Or just your luck, Chief?
You got point.
[tense, dramatic music playing]
[speaking Farsi] Good morning, gentlemen.
Where's Vahid?
Vahid's responsibility in this transaction...
...does not require his presence.
[Mo] And if it's all the same to you, Minister, I'd appreciate
our dialogue continuing in English...
for my associates.
Bearings?
[handcuffs clicking open]
Payment.
If the bearings are authentic, you'll get your fee.
[tense, pulsing music playing]
[container locks snapping open]
[Yousef] One thousand five hundred revolutions
per second ensures
a green light on this centrifuge tachometer.
You have given me no reason not to trust you.
Vahid, on the other hand...
I can't offer the same.
[mechanical clicking]
[beeps]
[whirring]
-[suspenseful, dramatic music playing] -[Tal grunting]
[whirring increasing speed]
♪ ♪
[whirring continues, increasing in volume]
[loud, pulsing, dramatic music playing]
[loud whirring]
[beeps off]
[speaking Farsi]
[clacks]
[Yousef] One thousand five hundred and seven revolutions per second.
Bearings are good.
History's been made today, gentlemen.
Be proud of that and be thankful
that the three of you are standing on the right side of it.
How's the leg, my friend?
I'm not playing basketball.
[sighs]
You had a hard choice to make.
But you made it.
The right one.
Just know that, uh...
it wasn't easy for me, either.
[Yousef] Everything
has a price, but more importantly,
so does everyone.
You now know yours.
[phone chimes]
Thank you.
American?
Selling out your country?
Your price should have been much higher.
[dramatic music playing]
[quietly] Fuck.
[tense, dramatic music playing]
[Cyrus] As many years as we've been working together,
as many prying eyes as we've eluded...
...in the end, it was my own fucking brother who threatened our goal.
A piece of me died when Vahid went behind my back to German Intelligence.
And another piece died when I had to give him up to you.
My team needed a Shepherd to blame.
But it protected you,
and assured that the exchange would still happen.
[Haverford]You delivering a potential nuclear Iran...
you'll be promoted to Foreign Minister.
And you'll be able to make sure that the nuclear option is never needed.
You, my friend...
you'll usher Iran into a new place with the West.
Cyrus, look at me.
That's what Vahid would have wanted.
[pulsing, jarring music playing]
[router clatters]
♪ ♪
[speaking Hebrew] Son of a bitch.
[Landry] Somebody want to tell me
what the fuck just happened?
[Mo] We just helped create a nuclear Iran.
[Landry] How the fuck were those bearings real?
[airplane engines whirring]
[speaks Farsi]
[line ringing]
[phone buzzing]
[speaking Farsi] Minister.
Did my brother come through?
The transaction is complete.
I'll see you back in Tehran to celebrate our success.
Thank you. God keeps you safe.
I'll see you back home.
[call disconnects]
[Cyrus] It's done.
[Haverford chuckles]
Mm.
To the road behind us,
-and the road ahead. -Mm.
You'll do well on behalf of the Agency,
and for your people.
♪ ♪
[Landry] Guys, they're fucking leaving.
I mean, we got to get someone
on the horn, the Chief of Station
or fucking someone.
President? Come on.
[tense music playing]
[cell phone buzzes, chimes]
[Landry] Wait? Shepherd's alive?
What the fuck does that mean?
Fucker.
We now know who played us.
[sighs]
What do you want to do?
Even a pawn can take down a king.
[♪ A Perfect Circle playing "Counting Bodies Like Sheep..."]
[Mo] Say when.
♪ ♪
Fish in a fucking barrel.
[Ben] When.
Landry?
-You take the tires. -Yeah.
♪ ♪
[shouting in Farsi]
Move.
♪ Don't fret, precious, I'm here ♪
♪ Step away from the window ♪
♪ Go...
[Iranian soldier shouting]
♪ to sleep ♪
♪ Safe from pain ♪
♪ and truth and choice ♪
♪ and other poison devils ♪
♪ See, they don't give a fuck about you ♪
-♪ Like I do ♪ -[buzzing]
♪ I do, I do, I do ♪
Yes, Minister?
-[gunfire over phone] -Hello?
Minister?
♪ Like sheep, like sheep, like sheep, like sheep, like sheep ♪
♪ Counting bodies like sheep ♪
♪ Like sheep, like sheep, like sheep, like sheep, like sheep, like sheep ♪
[Ben] Door.
♪ Counting bodies like sheep ♪
♪ To the rhythm of the war drums ♪
♪ Counting bodies like sheep ♪
♪ Like sheep, like sheep, like sheep, like sheep, like sheep ♪
♪ Like sheep, like sheep, like sheep, like sheep ♪♪
[song fades]
[engines winding down]
[gunshots]
[Yousef wheezing]
[breathing raggedly]
[quiet, intense music playing]
[gunshots over phone]
♪ ♪
[breathing shakily]
♪ ♪
[wheezing]
♪ ♪
[vehicle doors open, shut]
[car starts in distance]
♪ ♪
Fair winds, brother.
♪ ♪
[Mo] His car's still here.
This is like a very inviting mousetrap.
[boat horn blowing distantly]
Last chance, gentlemen.
Let's do it.
You know, I'd rather get some beers, but... fuck it.
Let's get blowed up.
[intense, ominous music playing]
♪ ♪
[Mo] All clear.
♪ ♪
[Haverford] "Director Brennan, please be advised
of a mission conducted by rogue Operators that I had recruited
out of Mosul, Iraq.
Ben Edwards, Mohammed Farooq...
...Jules Landry and Raife Hastings
are responsible for the death
of allied forces and for turning over illegal nuclear technology
to our enemy Iran.
These men are traitors,
and they still have the technology that could make Iran
a nuclear power.
They should be considered armed and dangerous."
[creaking]
Friendly.
What happened?
I'm okay.
Is he here?
[Mo] No.
He left this behind.
♪ ♪
He burned us.
[Landry] Aw, fuck that. It's our word
against his. We have Tal's evidence.
Right?
[Mo] Tal?
I don't have evidence.
I have encrypted messages from multiple IP addresses.
It's why he used a portal.
Unless I catch him real time...
-[Mo] What about the photo? -[Tal] A photo of Haverford
with Iran's chief negotiator for the nuclear deal?
Mossad will do everything we can, but...
Fuck. Fuck!
We were his fucking puppets
and now we're his fucking patsies.
[Mo] What are you thinking, Chief?
We're still in the game.
[bombastic music playing]
♪ ♪