Turn on the lights!
Okay. Okay! Hold on! Hold on! Turn it on!
Can you feel that? - Yeah.
You turn around, I pull the trigger.
- You got it? - Uh-huh.
You got a part of a weapons shipment from the Greeks. Where is it?
Greeks dicked me.
Should've guessed, right, with a name like Turk?
Maybe they didn't know I was black.
- Hilarious.
They found someone who could take the entire load.
That was way too much weight for me.
Some of that high-tech shit ain't easy to sell, man.
- Who is it? - I don't know...
- Keep your goddamn eyes forward.
I mean, I got some stuff. It ain't much...
Show me. - It's over there.
Move.
Okay. Okay...
Open it. - I gotta open it, too?
God damn it.
The hell is that?
It was a special order.
Gangster's birthday present for his daughter.
He called it Sweet Sixteen.
- You got ammo? - Uh-uh.
I don't hand it over loaded, my friend.
- Real way to get jacked. - Yeah, not good enough.
Hey... I've done nothing to you.
I'm just a guy trying to make a living. Supply and demand.
What people do with the guns isn't on me.
Swear to God.
You believe in God, Turk?
Well, right now, I want to.
Look, man...
I ain't seen you, don't know you, don't want to.
So how about you let a brother go, huh?
For Christ's sake.
Let's go to bed.
Get up.
Oh, you're getting so big.
Brush your teeth, okay?
Good night. I love you, baby.
Love you, too.
- How'd we do?
- "How'd we do?" - Yeah.
An Ithaca, SAW, M4, M40, ammo and grenades, right?
Yeah. - Yeah.
He didn't have any of that shit.
Nothing.
Maggot Turk.
- What? - Yeah.
He said that the whole shipment went to someone else.
Well, the NYPD doesn't know that.
I accessed all their e-mails and their informant reports.
I mean, they were all over Turk. You gotta believe me.
Believe you? You know what I believe in?
Resupply and logistics, that's what I believe in.
NYP... I don't give a shit about the NYPD.
You wanna go up against Agent Orange with a pink Ruger and no ammo?
Is that what you wanna do, Lieberman? Huh?
- Is this it? No? - No, of course not.
No?
You find my goddamn guns.
So we are about to be the proud owners
of a million dollars' worth of illegal weapons.
Right now the guns are on a freighter just off the three-mile line
due into Jersey tomorrow.
We could, uh, roll up the Greeks and the guns the minute they hit the dock.
Or, you know, maybe we just tomahawk their asses.
Send 'em to Davy Jones' locker. Kill 'em all. What do you say?
Yeah, sure. Whatever.
Can't trace the deposits into Wolf's offshore account.
The Greeks and the guns?
Uh, what?
The Greeks and the guns.
Now, why don't we just take 'em while they're still on the boat?
No, I want to catch 'em on US soil, in the act of selling them.
We hit the boat, all we get is the crew,
who likely don't even know what they're carrying.
Wolf did a lot of work on this case. Let's see it through.
He was a good cop.
- For a dirty cop.
I, uh, need your authorization...
for the tactical operation.
Rafi.
Uh, Agent Stein, this is...
Operations Director Hernandez. Pleasure to meet you, sir.
Likewise. Sam, right?
Mind if I borrow her for a minute?
Yes. Of course, uh...
Excuse me.
- It's good to see you. - And you.
You've lost weight.
You haven't.
So, Dinah Madani, special agent in charge.
Acting SAC. Hmm.
Perform well, and the position becomes permanent.
And how much did you have to do with this, Rafi?
They ask, I recommend.
Past that, I'm just one voice in the wilderness.
You're... you're so full of shit.
The Office of the Inspector General is taking over
the investigation into Wolf's death.
There are questions.
He was dirty.
- Thirty-million-in-the-bank dirty. - Yes.
And Wolf being corrupt
puts this whole field office under a cloud.
It has to go up a level.
First Kandahar, now Wolf.
Seems like everyone's telling me what not to investigate.
Grow up, Dinah.
I recruited you 15 years ago
with the ambition to put you right where you sit.
We shared that, you and I.
Earn your stripes here...
and then you get to decide how things are done,
shape policy.
But that involves playing as part of a team.
You were always passionate.
It fueled you in a good way.
But obsession...
I'm not gonna give up trying to find whoever killed Ahmad Zubair
or why.
He was our ally, Rafi.
It was war.
Sometimes the wrong people get killed.
Don't lose sight of the greater good we serve by focusing on one injustice.
What about the people at risk
from those guns you're about to snatch from the Greeks?
You wanna make a difference?
Work this desk, work this office, make your cases.
And you came all the way from DC to tell me that?
I came to make sure you understand the opportunity that lies before you.
To make sure you take it.
Unless this is...
not right for you anymore?
Don't play me, Rafi.
I'm heading back to DC. You don't need a babysitter, Dinah...
just a priority check.
Is that mine?
- Cleaned this thing in the past year?
I mean, that's kinda low. Taking your partner's gun.
I'm sorry, are we partners?
Lieberman, say your kid asks you for a dog, right?
He begs you for it, so you finally get him one. But...
he doesn't take care of the dog.
- He doesn't feed it.
And he doesn't walk it. Doesn't clean it.
So the dog gets sick, brings home fleas.
Dog pisses in the house. What do you do?
Well, I don't shoot the dog.
You know, if that's what you're asking. Or the kid.
I mean, I am the kid in this, uh, metaphor, right?
You show the kid how to feed the dog...
and walk the dog and take care of the dog.
But you only do it once.
There's your weapon.
You know, for the record, I know how to clean the dog.
- That right? - All right? Yeah, it's just...
- Yeah? - This is for show. Okay?
- I never use this. It's just... it's for show, huh?
You know, where I'm from, that weapon,
that's the difference between life or death.
You pull it out, you better be ready to use it.
It's not for show.
We should have just got the guns on the street.
Yeah, is that what we should have done, Lieberman?
You wanna put money in those animals' hands?
You know, that's not happening, all right? Not on my watch.
I keep forgetting about your thing, Frank.
Only do unto bad guys.
Rob Badass Peter so you can kill Psycho Paul,
so on and so forth. What do you call that?
Is that a code? I mean, is it a mantra?
It's not a mantra, right? Is it an ethos?
What if we got you a little pair of green tights
- and a pointy cap with a feather in it...
Who's calling you?
It's your wife.
Um...
Why does Sarah have your number?
I got hers.
Why?
Leverage.
Leverage on who?
- You.
You gonna find out what she wants?
- Knock yourself out. Yeah.
Pete, hi. It's, uh... It's Sarah Lieberman.
I hit you with my car.
Sorry again about that.
Um, but the reason I'm calling is
I need you to sign a statement for my insurance.
They won't fix the car without it.
So if you could just give me a call when you get a chance.
Thank you so much.
You know, uh, if you wanna be an asshole, that's fine.
If you don't wanna be partners, that's fine. But, um...
this woman has nothing to do with this.
So... you want your resupply...
help her out.
I'll get your guns, but not before that.
So what? You just...
You're gonna hold the mission hostage over... over a headlight?
Call it leverage. Yeah.
It's 40 degrees out.
Don't bother me.
Want me to leave?
No, I meant the cold. It don't bother me.
As long as you ain't come here to try and drag my ass back to group.
Your dad...
he told me what happened.
- Okay, yeah.
An accident. I had a nightmare.
It's no big thing.
And now you're sleeping in a hole in November.
I don't have nightmares out here.
I should never have discharged, Curtis.
None of it, the heat, cold, sand, noise,
fifty guys stinking up a dorm...
it never kept me up.
Never bothered me. I slept good.
You want some advice?
I thought that you didn't come here for that.
No, I'm talking about the hole.
You see, what you got here that you don't got in Iraq...
is rain.
And the way you got this bitch dug,
you fall asleep down there, your ass liable to drown.
Your farts will be bubbling.
What you want is, you wanna dig a couple feet deeper on this end.
That way, you got a sump for the water.
You see, my pops, he served in Nam.
In Nam, you're talking...
you're talking jungle.
The ground's soft, but the rain...
it's never ending.
My pop's dug his share, and throughout his whole life he never shut up about it.
He got...
He said, "Boy...
war's the only chance you got at doing something redeeming."
And you got that over there?
Your leg.
"You got that over there."
Are you listening to yourself?
I didn't get nothing over there. I lost it.
No, seriously, on a...
Somewhere on a Baghdad rooftop
is a size 11 shoe with my foot still in it.
Yeah, well, you know what I meant.
I think I do know what you meant. But I don't think you know what you meant.
You see, when you look in a mirror, you still see a soldier.
And out on these streets,
that soldier is invisible to everyone else.
If only you'd got something over there,
like half your face burnt off or a hook for a hand.
That's what you meant.
Come on... we miss you at the meetings.
Talking, it doesn't work.
You're all scared. I'm not scared.
I'm gonna sign up with a private military group called Anvil.
Go back over there.
You sure you're ready for that kind of work?
Why wouldn't I be?
My evaluation reports are always excellent.
I don't doubt it.
Look, how about you come on out of there and we go and talk more about it?
No, I'm good.
Okay.
Well, you know how to find me.
Shit.
Zach, TV off. Don't you have homework to do?
Hey. - Hey. Wow.
- You look different. Oh, yeah...
- Yeah.
People kept telling me I look like a hipster.
And I really, uh... I really don't like hipsters, so...
Right.
Um, well, anyway, thank you so much for doing this.
- Of course. - Really appreciate it.
- Sure. - Let me... let me go get you
- the, uh... the paperwork. - Okay.
How's it going, buddy?
It's just a... It's just a release form
saying that, uh, you're not gonna sue me
if you wind up with chronic back pain, or whatever.
But they... they won't process it until you sign. So...
Thank you.
Right here? - Yeah, yeah, sure.
Zach, screen time is over. Come on, go do your homework.
Don't have any.
Really? You want me to go through your notebook? Come on.
Not really. Then go upstairs.
God...
If I have to ask you one more time, there will be consequences.
Go.
- Tough guy, huh?
Yeah.
He's just having a hard time.
Unfortunately, he handles it by being an asshole.
Yeah, sounds like somebody I know.
- Uh, this should be a... - Yeah, me, too.
Perfect. Perfect. Thank you. - This is everything, right? Yeah.
- I appreciate the... Ow!
- God damn it! Mother... - Leo, hey...
- you okay? You okay? - Wrench slipped. Yeah.
- Oh. What's going on?
- The garbage disposal's acting up. - Oh, boy.
Maybe I can give you a hand.
Yeah, well... sure. - All right. You mind if I, uh...
No, would you, please?
Have at it.
Okay, let's see. Oh, boy.
Let's see what's going on.
Yeah, that looks like a two-man job.
All right, let's take a look.
Well, that's really in there, huh? What is that?
- All right, if I open this...
Think you can pull that sucker out of there?
Yeah. - Yeah?
Give it a wallop.
Oh! Atta girl. Good job.
- Oh! - Three guesses who put this down there.
God.
Tell you what, she's pretty handy.
I think you got a future engineer on your hands.
Yeah, well, I don't know who she gets it from.
I'm useless.
And David was brilliant, but I mean, never really got his hands dirty.
Is that right?
Yeah, when... when things would break, we'd call a guy.
- Hmm. Now... - Right?
you don't need to call a guy anymore.
You got Leo.
- Good job. - All right,
your hands are filthy. Go wash 'em.
Nice work, Pete. - Yeah, you too, sweetheart.
Use soap.
- That's a good kid. Yeah.
Yeah, she is. Hmm.
I mean, she takes too much on.
Here. I tell her all the time, you know, "Go, have fun."
But... I think she's lost a lot of friends lately.
Hmm...
Their father died under a cloud,
and kids can be really cruel.
I don't mean to get all heavy on you. Sorry.
That's okay.
Hey, Mom said to do your homework.
Get out of my room!
I love 'em, but sometimes I would love it if they weren't here.
Oh, shit.
Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't... I didn't...
- Hey, hey, it's all right. I get it. - ... mean it like that.
- You know, you...
you got a lot on your plate. You're on your own and, uh...
I just... You know, I'm sorry your old man,
he... he let you down the way he did. I...
That's an ugly thing to say about someone you don't even know.
You don't know anything about it or him.
Being pissed off at David doesn't mean that I don't miss him like crazy.
You're right. That's fair enough. I apologize.
Look, I... Look, I'm sorry. I'm...
- No, I... - I'm gonna get out of your hair, okay?
Hey, Sarah, you know, why don't you, um...
Why don't you let me fix that headlight?
You know, then you don't have to deal with any insurance, any deductibles,
- any of that nonsense, you know. - I hit you,
you fixed my garage, and now you're gonna fix my car?
- You... I can't let you do that. - Look, I want to, all right?
- I don't need your charity, Pete. - Honestly. I get it, but I insist.
Okay? Just...
Come on. Keep me busy, all right?
Please.
All right.
Yeah, all right.
- All right. I'll see you.
See you around.
Each of you...
trained as part of the finest fighting force in the world.
Now...
what do you think that that cost?
From the moment that you walked in the recruiting office
to the moment that you took your first duty station.
What do you think? I'll tell you.
$50,000.
And that's just... that's just for starters.
Say you're, uh, Special Forces?
$150,000, minimum.
Corpsman? Add another 200K.
So this government, our country,
the one that you all swore to protect, invested in you.
And you all... you all invested, too.
You invested time...
your lives.
Ask yourself, what are you doing with that investment?
Is anybody here making $100,000 a year?
Yeah, I wish.
You making 50K a year? 40?
No, no...
no.
Why?
Why is that?
Is it... is it because you're not worth the investment?
No.
It's because your skills
are not matched to the tasks available to you here at home.
It's that simple. You are fighters!
And here at Anvil, you will have the opportunity
to fight for a living.
And you will be well compensated.
Now... I know...
I know.
I'm not here offering you just money.
I mean, not a... not a single one of us joined up to make a fortune, right?
It's because we didn't want our lives to be just...
gray.
We wanted them to mean something.
We wanted to be a part of something bigger than ourselves!
And here at Anvil, if you are recruited...
you will find that something.
A new brotherhood to call your own. Something to fight for.
To live for... even.
Okay...
The exchange is set for tomorrow at a warehouse on the docks.
Agent Sampson is our buyer.
Snipers will post here, here and here.
Our seller is coming in from Newark by road.
Bowers and Sinclair will make sure
that the weapons make it off the boat and then follow them across.
No engagement from the follow car, no matter what happens.
The second the money exchanges hands,
the arrest team moves in quick, clean, tie it up in a bow
and ready for the US attorney.
Any questions?
Your sniper spacing's off.
They don't have clean lines unless your van parks exactly here.
Move them to the corners,
- you've got both sides of the warehouse. - Fair enough.
And you need a dedicated comm line to the snipers.
My team... Sorry, your team,
will be the only ones with eyes on the buy.
Follow will be too far away,
and calling the shot from the ops trailer is begging for disaster.
And call Harbor Patrol.
See if you can get a boat to cover the water exit.
Just in case.
I'm done.
Thank you, everybody. Let's go to work.
So, uh, just curious...
- Did I get anything right? - Come on, Stein.
It was good. I just made it better.
As the SAC should.
Wait a second.
Is that why Hernandez was here? To make it official?
Rafi was here to make sure I toe the line.
He's a black belt in carrot and stick.
Nice guy to have watching your back.
You know, when they first started Homeland,
they wanted native speakers.
Farsi, Pashtun, Arabic.
The thinking was simple: use the enemy to catch the enemy.
But Rafi wasn't like that.
I grew up on the Upper West Side. We speak Farsi at home,
but I never considered myself anything but American.
When he recruited me, he said,
"There are contributions and insights only you can make,
and without them the agency will be lacking."
And I... I believed him.
And now?
This is a good case.
It'll take a lot of guns off the street.
You should be proud of the work you've done.
Hey.
Thanks, boss.
All right, two minutes to finish this, or you flunk.
- Come on, you got this.
- Ten more and you're done. - Okay.
- Get back up there. - Okay. Okay.
Hey, come on, man. We're too close not to do this.
- Push it. You got more. - I don't know if I got any more, man.
- You got more. Come on.
Let's do them together, come on. Come on.
Yeah? Okay. Okay, here...
- One. Two.
- Three. Two!
Four. Five. - Three!
When was the last time you tuned this guitar?
I got it at a pawn shop.
Thought it might help pass the time. I could teach myself.
- Turns out I suck at guitar.
All it takes is a little dedication.
You gonna start talking about the dog again?
Hey, Santana.
I found your guns.
Now you're talking.
- Who's buying 'em?
- Homeland Security. - Homeland?
Yeah. See, I've been reading e-mails all night.
NYPD, ATF, Customs, they've all been warned off.
You see, the Greeks think they're going to meet a criminal buyer.
Homeland's gonna roll 'em up.
- Got their tactical plans right here.
Snipers... uh, follow cars...
assault teams... It's pretty heavy.
We're gonna need a ride.
Oh, guess he's dead.
- Get him out of here.
Now I'm gonna take that gag out.
If you scream, you die. That's it.
You don't have to start, you know, sayin' a bunch of weird shit.
That's what Joe did. Don't be like Joe.
- All right, all right, all right.
There you go. Easy.
- All I wanna know is...
- Gabi?
Gabi's not coming back.
Brother, you are in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Do you know how a guy misses a shot from ten yards?
Cortisol. See, it floods the body when you're stressed.
Makes your muscles tighter, reactions quicker.
But you put those two things together...
You see that?
A little shake, plus a little distance...
- You miss.
Come on, shoot that asshole!
Move around! Go back!
Shit!
Psst, hey!
Oh, God. Oh, God...
Please... - I guess that was a dud, huh?
- Please, I don't know who you are, man.
- Just let me go. I didn't see... - Shut up.
There's a, uh...
uh...
dead man in a... wheelbarrow out there.
Yeah. I didn't do that.
You do this?
- Yeah, I did this 'cause they did that. - Yeah.
- What, are you gonna puke? - I'm not gonna...
Hey! Do not leave your DNA for the police, all right? Just...
- Hey, don't do... Hey. - Give me a second!
Said you wanted to be the guidance system, right?
Well, this is what happens when the missile goes off.
Guess you never thought about that, did you?
Smells more than I thought.
- You get used to it. - I'd rather not.
Guess life's a little easier staring at a computer screen, huh?
Now you get in that van, and let's go.
- What about him?
Not our problem.
All this, you're taking the Mustang?
Always buy American.
You sure about this?
He's living in a foxhole in his yard, Billy.
And he almost put a bullet in his father.
Hell, who hasn't wanted to do that?
Maybe he just needs to get back into it.
The kid wants to live in a tent, I can give that to him.
Listen to me.
You won't be doing him or yourself any favors
if you put him in combat situations.
I'm telling you, man, if I was out there, I wouldn't want that kid watching my six.
And a team is only as good as its weakest link, right?
And this one would snap?
Only a matter of time.
So what happens when I cut him loose?
You do your part, and I'll do mine.
All right, brother.
All right, so I escorted a resupply line
to you guys in Mosul a couple of times.
Hell, we could have been there at the same time.
Wilson! Can I have a word? - Yes, sir.
- It's Lewis, right? - Yes, sir.
What's with the foxhole in your backyard, Lewis?
I don't, uh...
What do you mean?
Well, I gotta know what's going on with all my guys.
Lives depend on it. You know?
It was a...
a project.
Something to keep me busy.
And what do you figure the other guys would think?
If I told them that the guy watching their backs was living like that?
It's nothing, sir. I'm fine.
Listen, this... this business is all based on trust.
Please don't do this.
I'm sorry, man. I... I can't take the risk.
Was this... was this Curtis?
I gotta check up on all our prospects. For just this kinda thing.
- It's got nothing to do with Curtis. - Are you saying it wasn't him?
- I'm saying that it doesn't matter.
I don't believe you.
He told me not to come here, and then he spikes me.
- He's a goddamn snake. - Hey, hey, hey. Easy.
I don't know you, kid.
- Now, Curtis Hoyle,
he saved my ass on more than one occasion.
One of the best men I ever had the good fortune of serving with.
- Lewis, if you need work,
I promise you I will find you something to do around here.
Are you gonna give me a job mopping floors?
Emptying trash?
Is that making good on the investment my country made in me?
You're just another liar in command.
- Okay.
Okay, we're done. You need to leave.
Now.
Your brotherhood is bullshit.
Command, this is Decoy One.
I'm in position at meeting point. All clear. No surprises.
Copy that, Sampson.
Tactical One, Sniper One, Sniper Two... Decoy One is in position.
We are 60 minutes from go-no-go at the meeting point.
- Stay sharp, people. This is Decoy One.
Copy that, Command.
This is Sniper One. Sharp and ready, ma'am.
This is Sniper Two, copy that.
Let's go.
- I can't do this. - Oh, Jesus.
Well... see, it's a two-man job, so...
- you don't have a choice. - Hmm?
Yeah.
I sit behind a screen.
- I don't do this.
- You shouldn't trust me. - You done?
Pick up your shit and let's move.
So this is it, huh? This is... this is what Sarah meant?
Excuse me?
Your wife...
She said that you never got your hands dirty. Right?
If there was a tough job, what you'd do is you'd make a phone call.
You'd call a guy.
Pissed off, huh?
- You're a prick. - Yeah. Atta boy.
Pissed off beats scared every time.
Command, this is Tactical One. We are in position.
And ready for target.
Sniper One? Sniper Two?
In position. In position.
Sniper One, Sniper Two, Tactical One... wagon's on the move.
Estimated ten minutes till it gets to the corral.
Copy that, Command.
Follow One, we are ten minutes from go-no-go at the meeting point.
Copy that, Command.
We have eyes on target and are proceeding to meeting point.
Copy that, Follow One. Hold tight.
Calm and careful.
Copy that, Command.
Sniper One.
What the...
Follow One, can you read me?
Oh, shit!
Follow One, can you read me?
Follow One, please respond.
- Call it in. - I can't. It's jammed.
Sniper One, please respond! Tactical?
Repeat, please respond. We've lost ears, people.
- Hey! - Shit!
Sam? Do you copy? Please respond.
Shit!
Stay after him.
- What am I listening to? - They don't know.
- Some kind of interference. - What do you mean interference?
- Sam, just be ready. - Do we abort?
No, follow car is still go.
Stay in position. We do this deaf.
- Dinah... - Stay in position. That's an order.
Drop your guns! Turn around!
You see that water?
Five seconds.
You get really hot or really wet. You choose.
- Is there any way we can turn that down?
Son of a bitch.
That's the second time the truck's passed there.
It's a loop.
Someone's feeding us a goddamn loop.
Take the van.
Stein, something's up. Something's happened to the truck.
They were last at pier nine.
- I'm heading there. - I don't understand.
- What do you mean... - Just get there.
- It's being ripped off.
Frank, we got company.
You head for the highway. I'll cut 'em off.
What's happening?
Just keep driving. You know where to go.
What did you do? - What did I do?
Yeah.
- What did I do? - Mmm-hmm.
What did I do? I got my hands... I got my hands dirty, you piece of shit!
Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey!
Go home. Go home.
Just be still. You're all banged up.
Castle...
Stop that.
Agent Madani.
Did...
Did you kill Wolf?
You're goddamn right I did.
He was dirty.
You stay out of my way, Madani.