I'm offering you a chance to finish what you started.
You know my target, Massoud Danawi.
This is a joint Agency-Mossad Sanction unit.
You never said this was a joint operation.
I said I work against Iran.
Mossad being here ain't a big leap.
Danawi received five million in crypto,
with instructions to deliver that money to this guy.
Balázs Molnar.
No one on Molnar's side knows what Danawi looks like.
Mohammad, as Danawi, is gonna meet with Molnar
and purchase whatever it is he's trying to sell to Iran.
With my bearings, Iran has adequate uranium
to build a bomb in less than a year.
West entrance has a third party.
- Closing the distance. - Coming to you.
Ish is KIA.
You get that motherfucker.
♪ 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" ♪
That's all Ish traveled with?
That's all we can send home.
Mo was saying he has a wife and kids.
Yeah, he was estranged.
Uh...
Yeah, Ish married the job.
They should know what he died for, sir.
Eh, this isn't about ceremony for us.
No tridents in coffins.
Ish will be a star on a wall, and that's enough.
I'm sorry for your loss, sir.
You got the guy that got Ish.
Thank you.
Hello?
- Uh, sir, this is-- - Names aren't necessary.
Just know I'm a friend of your father's from his days with the Scouts.
And I'm happy to help pay off an old debt.
Did he tell you why I'm calling?
Haven't talked to him. Just email.
But it's clear he doesn't know what happened with you and the teams.
Well, this, uh, this isn't about me, sir.
You'd like to know about Jed Haverford.
I'd like to know who I'm working for, yes.
May I ask, are the risks that have been taken
bigger than the cost of what you're trying to prevent?
Not when you put it like that.
Then the man you're working for is doing what he's done for the past 30 years.
Jed Haverford helped found the Iranian Operations Division.
He's had one purpose since 1983:
to keep a tiger in its cage.
He's dedicated his life to that cause.
- What happened in '83? - Islamic jihad happened.
A proxy force for the Iranian hardliners
bombed our embassy in Beirut.
Jed and the Agency worked there.
Lost eight friends and two vertebrae in the attack.
Only made him tougher, though.
So he's motivated.
Oh, yes.
Jed Haverford's ability to hold a grudge
has done more for America in the region than the last two wars.
And he runs
the longest tenured asset inside Tehran.
An insider, codenamed the Shepherd.
Look what they brought for you.
Minister, you honor us.
What do you say, Babak?
Thank you, Minister.
You're welcome.
Can you read the inscription on the box?
"The handle of your dagger is world seizing."
Your father is helping Iran seize the world.
Ah, Babak?
Careful, Babak!
This is not a toy, this is the gift of a war hero.
We are grateful for your generosity, Minister.
I hope it reminds him of his home country.
You are generous to us.
We have karaoke for those who want...
No, no wait wait. One more gift! Babak dear.
Babak, dear, this is for you.
What do you think is inside?
Huh? Are you happy?
An iPhone! Thank you, Uncle, thank you! It's the best gift ever.
I adore you.
With the work your father is doing to open Iran back to the world...
...you will need a powerful tool like this.
Plus, it has Candy Crush!
A wonderful party.
Thank you for all you've done these past few months
for Iran and our nuclear program.
I know it's not easy being so far from home.
You're too kind.
And you, Vahid...
It will be good to get you back to Tehran...
Hmm.
...and remember where you're from.
I look forward to it, Minister.
My part of this work will be done within the week.
Thank you again. God keep you safe.
What?
He's right.
You're forgetting yourself.
You know as well as I...
...this is not the time to be swimming in these waters.
It's the task we've been given.
Your work is meaningful too, Cyrus. Life changing.
It shows the power of diplomacy.
But what do you think happens when we give technology like this to men like Yousef?
We rise through the ranks, and take back control.
Control?
Look at the chaos caused by our allies who fight with sticks and rocks.
What do you think happens when nuclear weapons are in the wrong hands?
They won't be in the wrong hands.
Maybe it's you who's been away from our country too long.
Okay.
Checkmate.
Fuck.
That's the beauty of the game, man.
Even a pawn can take a king.
Wait, did we bet on this?
Good game.
Heard from my source.
Dinner at the table tonight.
We are up and running.
Finally.
I was beginning to find this shit interesting.
Thanks to Edwards getting that photo in Budapest,
we now know Molnar is working with
the Khalid Network.
The Khalid Network?
Black-market nuclear proliferation group.
Makes sense Tehran turns to them.
This nuclear deal will set them back decades.
But what's beyond comprehension is that,
even knowing that someone else may be in play,
the hardliners have decided to keep this exchange on track.
We've been tracking Danawi's phone for weeks.
No calls, no texts. Why now?
Tehran has a hidden enrichment facility
coming online.
Last chance to get new tech into the country before the agreement.
So, Iran ditches the ratlines,
and goes direct between the Khalid Network
and the Quds Forces? Bold fucking move.
Well, my sources say that
the Khalid Network is moving Molnar's bearings
from Budapest to Geneva
by road this week.
We're gonna hit that shipment en route.
Who's the source?
Someone inside.
So here's the play.
We intercept the convoy,
we insert our team in the delivery stream,
and then we close the deal with Tehran.
So we're giving them what they want?
No, Tal.
We're giving them upstream disruption.
We'll take Molnar and his bearings off the board.
Then, my asset will deliver the fake bearings in their place.
Now, with these fake bearings,
the centrifuges can't spin fast enough,
rendering Tehran's new facility useless.
Eliza will stay in lead, but I need
a shooter with experience to back her up.
I'll take it.
You got it.
Hastings and Tal will get the fake bearings from Mossad.
Mohammed, Landry, weapons acquisition.
Uh, this, uh, convoy hit,
it's kind of like preparing a meal.
You get it right, and it's all "compliments to the chef."
Get it wrong...
and everyone eats shit.
We're going to recon two routes...
Hastings, you got a minute?
Hey.
Smoke?
Oh. No, thank you.
I, uh, prefer the adult-size cigars.
Well, you missing out.
Hand-rolled on the thighs
of beautiful Cuban women.
Have a seat.
I hear you've been, uh,
poking around about me.
It's okay.
Your father has a lot of friends in Langley.
But just so you know,
I'm here,
and you have any questions,
you can always come see me.
Your source inside Tehran...
...the Shepherd.
Who verifies that intel he's feeding you?
SEALs.
You really don't like working single source.
We launched a war based off of single source intel.
- How's that working out? - Uh, fair enough.
Always the toughest part of an operator racking over.
You can't drop a deuce downrange without four people telling you where to shit.
I worked with, uh, the Shepherd for decades.
Hunting down Imad Mughniyeh,
the Stuxnet operation that, uh, put the hit on the Iran nuclear program.
He's better than dual source,
and he's got the track record to prove it.
Plus, we only communicate via a fully encrypted portal.
But let me give you one more reason.
What is it about Mohammed that makes you trust an Iraqi to watch your six?
I know what he's fighting for.
Exactly.
He puts family,
and all he considers family,
above the corrupt needs of his nation.
The Shepherd is no different.
Hey.
What's the speed limit here?
- Does it matter? - No.
♪ Machine gun ♪
♪ Tearing my body all apart ♪
♪ Machine gun, yeah ♪
♪ Tearing my body all apart ♪
Channelized.
Controllable.
What about E&E routes?
Door on your right.
We're clear.
Breacher 101.
Tunnel's up ahead.
Tal can get access to CCTV and electronic from here.
Eliza?
Plenty of places to get lost.
I'll have Tal pull the plans for E&E.
Copy.
Move.
Hey.
What'd he say?
It's not the first time he's caught lovers down here.
Mm-hmm.
You sell it well.
You make it easy, Pirate.
Okay, so a try is worth three...
- Five points, yeah. - Five points.
- A conversion kick, two. - Mm-hmm.
Dropped goal...
...two?
- Three points, yeah, - Three points.
And a penalty,
three, but only if it goes through uprights.
Yes, that's right. Very good.
- There you go. - See? You're getting it.
I'm actually not getting a thing.
Rugby is, like, impossible to understand.
It's not impossible to understand.
This coming from the girl playing... Geometry Dash.
- What is this game? - It's fun.
Okay. Give me a minute with my contact,
then I'll call you over, yeah?
I thought I asked you to wait.
You did.
Mordechai Ofer, Raife Hastings.
Mordechai?
You look like a banker.
You look like an operator.
Yeah, Tal can forge an ID, but...
she can't hide that operator swagger.
A gift for you
from the nerd brigade.
Do they miss me?
Tova thinks you are crazy to be out in the field.
Sam is happy to have your office.
320.
As requested.
Synthetic diamond.
It's similar in appearance to Molnar's Lonsdaleite bearings,
but not nearly hard enough to provide
adequate damping, so
centrifuges will never spin fast enough to enrich.
The sheen is different.
Only person who knows this is Molnar.
And our American friends will help us take care of that problem.
You did all of this in just a few days?
We're good here?
Raife?
Sure.
Bearings secured.
We'll RTB.
Oh.
Swagger and acronyms.
I love joint operations.
Take care of our girl.
Tal?
Don't fuck this up.
Ha ha.
Hey, Hastings, check it out.
Christmas came early.
And, uh, Hanukkah, too.
And whatever it is that you celebrate, Mo.
His hypocrisy is only outdone by his ignorance.
Uh-oh. Hajji talk.
Oh, I'm just...
I'm complimenting your ability to, uh,
to find the perfect gift.
Raife, I have something for you, my friend.
It's not your 1911, but still a .45.
- Good man. - Yeah.
Oh, don't get jealous, baby girl.
I got something special for you right here.
Just need to cherry it out a little bit, make it extra sexy.
As long as it shoots straight.
Oh, I'm always a straight shooter.
What about vehicles?
Ben and Eliza, uh, built a list.
Really?
- That was quick. - Yeah.
Chief and the Mossad are working well together.
Gentlemen.
Let's get this in.
Hey, I think we should add a police bike to the job.
Mo, Raife, Landry,
you're gonna collapse on the lead vehicle.
Eliza and I are gonna fall in on the secondary,
take out the courier, grab the real bearings.
Then we're out.
Tal releases traffic, and we're on our way to deliver
the dummy bearings via Haverford's asset.
What about the Molnar component?
Can't leave him alive.
Without Ish,
Molnar falls on me.
Questions?
What happens if we can't fully isolate
that Khalid convoy?
Concern?
Excessive collateral damage.
Tal controls traffic flow.
And with the location of the tunnel, we'll have at least 15 minutes
before law enforcement or any QRF response.
But, yes, there's risk.
We need to mitigate what we can and accept the rest.
Yeah, I couldn't agree more.
If we've exhausted all other options.
Your recommendation?
We look for another place to hit the convoy.
- Away from civilians. - We've mapped
and scouted the entire route.
- There is no better option. - Then we look for another time.
There is no other time, Raife.
This tunnel provides us cover and control.
If that convoy gets through, Iran wins.
I'm with Eliza here.
Listen, no one wants fucking casualties.
There's two things in our favor:
controllable environment, violence of action.
It's not ideal.
It never is.
It's sound.
Let's run it again.
Okay. I set up the checkpoints at the south entrance.
Raife and I are here, at the wrecker,
ready to go kinetic in a moment's notice.
You good?
Yeah.
Teams and shit, eh?
Yeah.
I've been your chief for a while now.
And I can tell when the great Mtulivu is stewing.
Oh, you want to know what I'm feeling?
I do.
All right.
Here's what my gut is telling me.
And this gut has kept us alive more than a few times over the years--
- Your gut has kept us alive? - When you're distracted, yes.
Okay.
But that's the partnership, right?
Iron sharpens iron.
Ben, we came here to matter one more time.
To help keep our brothers safe, right?
Then it was for me to get the fuck out and for you to go back
- to the teams. You remember that plan? - I do.
And we stuck around to see it through.
But now we're planning a convoy hit
in an allied country based off of single-source intel. That's flag one.
We wouldn't have got that intel
- unless I did what I did. - Flag two,
you are forgetting everything you learned in the teams.
Back in Budapest, you walked onto a subway car, alone,
to ice an enemy you didn't even know.
Third flag...
you are thinking with the wrong head, my friend.
But guess what?
She's not just some cute little NCO.
She's an Israeli Mossad agent that you don't know from Adam.
But you know what the biggest flag
- for me is, Ben? - No.
That you're out here, checking in with me,
because I think your gut
is telling you exactly the same thing across the board.
Except, in true Ben Edwards fashion, you're not willing to listen to it.
Are you done?
I am seeing clear.
Perhaps more clear than I have been in a long time.
Our job is to protect our boys.
And not for one minute did I get
the feeling that mattered to our leadership back in Mosul.
Hastings, I'm fucking tired.
I'm tired of taking orders from motherfuckers
who have never been in a gunfight.
I'm tired of seeing good men like Cox
turned into a fucking puppet.
Here...
...we have the freedom to do the work.
And I know you see it, too.
Back at the teams, how many signatures do we need
to wipe Danawi from the board?
Ten, 12, 15, maybe more.
You gave Danawi the fate he deserved.
And instead of having to apologize for it,
you protected our boys downrange.
It fucking matters.
This job, man.
I get it.
Your concerns are warranted,
but this risk is worth it eight days a week.
Trust me as much as I trust you...
and we'll be fine.
Iron sharpens iron, my friend.
Honestly, I came out here to show you how to fucking chop wood,
so may as well do that, before you fucking hurt yourself.
Three, two, one. Let's go.
♪ There's a shadow just behind me ♪
♪ Shrouding every step I take ♪
♪ Making every promise empty ♪
♪ Pointing every finger at me ♪
♪ Waiting like a stalking butler ♪
♪ Who upon the finger rests ♪
♪ Murder now the path of must we ♪
♪ Just because the son has come ♪
♪ Jesus, won't you fucking whistle ♪
♪ Something but the past and done? ♪
♪ Jesus, won't you fucking whistle ♪
♪ Something but the past and done? ♪
♪ Why can't we not be sober? ♪
♪ I just want to start this over ♪
♪ And why can't we ♪
♪ Drink forever? ♪
♪ I just want to start this over...
Hey, there.
Landry, I did not say, "Come in."
I smelled something burning. What are you up to?
- Just prepping for the op. What's up? - Study break.
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes, come on.
I'm not gonna close my eyes, all right? Not gonna do that.
Fine. Ruin the surprise.
Oh. Voilà.
SIG's new MPX nine-millimeter pistol in an AR platform.
Next to nothing in terms of kick,
and, for this particular op,
the nine-millimeter round won't travel as far as a 5.56.
So way less opportunity for collateral damage.
Want to work in the field, got to carry more than a peashooter.
- It is light. - Yeah.
Thank you, Landry.
Try her on. Optics are the best part.
Hmm.
Mm-hmm.
SIG Romeo 3 Red Dot, light-laser combo from Streamlight.
Yeah. Put that dot on something.
And...
Said you wanted to shoot straight.
Let's try the action.
You need to leave.
You forgot to thank me.
Okay.
Leave.
- Make me. - Get-- Get out.
- Get out. - All right, all right.
- All right, girlfriend. - I'm not your fucking girlfriend.
Oh, boy. Okay.
Do it again, I cut your balls off.
Fuck.
Easy. All right?
I didn't mean nothing by it.
How you doing?
I think we should take Landry off the op.
We need him to succeed.
What?
He got blood on my bracelet.
- Kabbalah string? - A gift from Noa.
For protection.
Once she was old enough to understand what I did for work,
she tied it around my wrist when I was sleeping.
- I've worn one ever since. - Hmm.
Does Mossad allow personal jewelry?
What?
You and I are following rules now?
No.
If it's okay with you...
...I'd love to have a word with Landry.
It's been a long time coming.
It was a good lesson for Tal.
Plenty of Landrys in this world.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
Of course.
Okay.
Yes. We're en route.
We'll be in Geneva tonight.
Hey! What the hell are you doing?
Do you like that song?
You don't?
What's up?
Be careful, they are clearing the tunnel.
Stay alert.
Keep your eyes open.
Get out!
Back up! Back up!
Go! GO!
We have to get out!
Thank you.
Vehicle one, clear.
Moving.
Jackpot. Jackpot. Jackpot.
Great fucking job, everyone.
Copy, copy. Jackpot.
No police presence inbound.
Copy. Moving to exfil.
Tal, that includes you.
Copy.
Call it in.
How'd it go?
Jackpot, sir. You?
Molnar is deceased. Return to base.
Copy. Meet you back at base.
RPG! RPG!
Mohammed?
Mohammed!
Mohammed?
No!
Ben!
Ben, wake up!
I'm up! I'm up!
Let's fucking move!
- Tal! - Move!
Moving! Moving!
Mo, are you hit?
Shooters! High ground!
Reloading!
Oh, fuck.
Shit. All right.
- Can you fight? - Landry...
Fuck.
Landry, hot extract!
- Copy. Inbound. - I'm okay.
Smoke!
Move! Move!
- Come on. - Get him in the car! Let's go!
- Pull out! - Landry, move!
Moving!
- Moving! - Move!
Chief, I'm falling the fuck back!
Get down!
Set!
Fuck!
Move!
- Move! - Moving!
- Set! - Moving!
Move!
- Set! - Moving!
Set!
- Set! - Move!
Moving!
Set!
Fuck!
Too hot!
Rally point west!
On me!
Okay.
Fuck. Mo's down.
He'll be fine. Landry's got him.
Doesn't make any fucking sense.
Any QRF takes more than 15 minutes.
That was less than five.
I need fucking magazines--
Sorry, Ben.
She hacked my fucking phone.