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I heard you fine.
Interview suspended at... 11:23.
I'm sure you could use a refresher, yeah?
I just wanna make sure we're on the same page before we go on.
A Homeland agent's poor taste in sexual partners
caused the murder of several DHS agents and almost cost her own life.
That the tale you want me to spin?
The one that leaves Rawlins a decorated hero
and Ahmad Zubair just some guy in an unmarked grave?
It's also the one that allows you to keep your job
In my apartment.
Do you believe Billy Russo engaged in this relationship
to manipulate you and gain access to your investigation?
When did you first become aware
of Billy Russo's criminal activity?
When he pointed a gun at my head and threatened to kill me.
Should you have?
Yeah.
For the tape.
Yes.
Once you discovered his criminal actions,
you endeavored to apprehend him?
Yes.
Alone?
Yes.
For the record...
So I can't even pretend to imagine how you...
But I have made decisions,
I'd survive.
The CIA would certainly survive. Even Rafi.
I don't know about justice, but the truth would be out there.
You and Castle would have to bear the brunt of that.
So it's your call.
Gut check, Madani.
Are you good with all of this?
- Are you good with all of this? - Are you good with that?
So, are you good with that?
No second thoughts, no qualms, no conscience.
And then on you go, happy and safe on your...
I guess at least borderline psychopathic, merry way.
Listen, Madani, you're right.
I can do it.
There's no peace up here.
There's no happy medium that I'm looking for.
But war...
War is not easy.
"War"?
"War"? Listen to yourself!
This isn't some foreign country with guys
you never met shooting at you.
Madani...
you went into that hospital,
you sat with him every day and every night.
What did you want? Why were you there? Just be honest.
You thought about it, didn't you?
with a bunch of your lackeys around you? It's because you know it.
You realize this only ends with Billy dead.
That's why I'm here, right? To convince you that that's okay.
- It's okay to want that. - No.
No.
Okay.
All right.
- How about you? - Oh, I wanna go home.
I want this over with.
You want him dead, Curt?
How else does this end?
You know where he is?
I know a guy who does.
Question is, is that gonna be enough?
'Cause maybe this is something you need to do for yourselves.
I thought that was kind of the point.
You live with pain long enough, you start to...
miss it when it's gone.
And then, well, you discover the pain-pleasure connection.
Ask.
Everybody does, in the end.
Oh?
Everybody, huh?
No one special.
I took a fall when I was nine...
and spent two years getting put back together.
Accident?
Yeah.
Well, they're part of you now.
That's all I need to know.
Where are you going?
Billy?
I slept great last night.
No dreams, no... skulls.
No fear.
- That's good. We're making progress. - Yeah.
But also, because of what's out there.
My... My guys.
You think you're safe, but you're not.
Well, I don't give a shit about safe. I never did.
You wanna know... Do you wanna know why I think I was scared?
Because I was locked in a room with no way out. I am not a...
I'm not a house pet, Krista.
Money, power, purpose, my own... my own company. Apparently.
And, somehow, I managed to throw that all away.
I don't know what's worse.
Losing it...
or not even remembering what it felt like to have it.
But I want some of it back.
And I can't...
You've done so much for me already, and I shouldn't be here anymore.
Looking for this?
The last woman to point a gun at me got a bullet in the head.
- Or so you tell me. - You don't get to decide.
- I am trying to protect you here. - I will not be the reason you die.
And I won't be the reason that you ruin your life.
Don't go.
You're sure this is everyone?
I got a print for everyone
who so much as thumbed a mug at the coffee shop that morning.
The cup's got a print, but nothing comes back. I mean...
Duh. Because it never entered my head to do that?
I've run them through all the databases, domestic and foreign.
Even tried a few ID tools that don't officially exist.
Not a single hit on your guy.
Which sucks, because I really wanted to impress you.
It's a big deal for us, you being the SAC.
It totally kicks ass.
Man's a ghost.
I mean, identity is a construct, really, right?
The way you run this place, pretty cool shit.
I mean, whoever that dude is, I'd be scared if I was him.
You've got some serious filter issues, you know that?
Totally. My mom tells me that, like, all the time at home.
How old are you?
Thirty. Pretty sure she wants me out the house.
Yeah, it would've been nice.
Any other ideas?
- Your boy's a tweaker, huh? - Looks like it.
I wish I was surprised.
The point is, we all know each other's jobs and positions,
so whatever happens, we're ready for it.
Yo, yo! How we doing?
Wasn't for me, you'd be hitting some grocery store for chump change.
Let's go again. Bobby, you joining us?
I can't let you jarheads have all the fun.
Okay, you take the waiting area.
Mike, you spell in with me. Geno, you're our customer at the counter.
Waiting area? That's bullshit. I'm coming in with you tomorrow.
- What's the point? - The point is,
we all know each other's jobs and positions.
Everybody, get down! I wanna see some hands!
Get down! Get down!
What are you doing?
Bobby's smart.
Keeping us on our toes.
You all right?
You hit like a marine.
Yeah, I do.
Okay, we got two cars. One here, Todd. One here, Mike.
Jake, Bobby and I, we come out, split up between the two cars.
We take off, we meet up again at the rendezvous point.
- What's here? - Me and José.
Mmm-hmm.
- Backup. - That's right.
Anything comes down on us, you two clear it out of our way.
I'm gonna go back to my place for the night.
Nah.
Better if we all stay together till after the job.
Operational security.
From now on, we all stay close until after this thing gets done.
Just like old times, huh, Curt?
Yeah.
Sitting around, picking daisies, because of shit intel.
Standing still, more or less, that's how life works, Frank.
In the real world, at least.
Most people are just looking for a place to be happy to stand still in.
Yeah, I took a shot.
I did.
Took my foot off the gas a whole five minutes, you know.
Yeah, there she was.
And?
I went to help the kid, you know.
All hell broke loose, and she got shot.
And now I've got some billionaire asshole trying to kill me.
That's because you killed his people.
Surprising. Well, that guy over there just did that to me.
I mean...
my face offended a perfect stranger I don't give a shit about.
Now, if he had said that about you,
I might know where he's coming from.
CIA doesn't operate on home soil.
Besides, I needed somebody to hang it all on.
Who better than a guy in a coma
that nobody ever thought he'd come out of?
Yeah, well, I guess Billy didn't get the memo.
That's the thing about guys like Russo. And Castle.
Hell of a chutzpah, Dinah.
Can you control him?
As long as my aims match his.
Rafi know?
So, Castle kills Russo, and your problems are solved, right?
So what the hell am I doing here, Dinah, huh?
Ugh.
Marion.
When my grandmother died, my mother was so devastated.
I remember the first time she didn't cry, maybe six months later.
She had to find a new normal. I'll never forget that.
Our shit, it's all still here.
So it's been a year, and I am still trying.
It's a dirty job we do. Not everyone can do it.
Hey, Curtis. What are you doing here?
- I'm with him. - Huh?
Hey, Jake...
I bet you want some of this shit right now, huh?
You got the wrong guy, asshole.
Quiet.
I get it.
You were in the army, took your SERE course,
ain't gonna say shit.
The bad news is I took it, too. It ain't gonna work. Not today.
You've got one thing going for you, Jake.
And that is, as of now, all you are
is a guy who was having a few beers with his friends.
see, I'm the guy who put 'em there.
- I don't know him. - No?
Okay.
I know who you are.
That means you know how this goes, one way or the other.
Cut me loose. Let's see what happens then.
Look at you.
You're strong, Jake.
Right now, you're guilty of harboring a fugitive.
You can't let this happen.
You know I got rights.
I was never here.
You a bitch for the feds now?
Jake, why don't you just tell us where he is?
Why don't you shut your mouth and try that shit with me untied?
Look at you, huh? All right.
Where is he, Jake?
This is your last chance.
You got a permanent reminder, you got that?
Whatever comes next, Jake, is on you. It's on you. You understand me?
So, are you good with that?
You think you can do this? Is that what you think?
I need to talk to you outside. Now.
Why are you doing this, Curtis?
We just need Billy, Jake. And I know you know where he is.
- You're out of control. - Oh, Christ, don't start with me.
Madani, you ain't got the stomach for this.
Just walk away.
Go back to your cozy little life.
Just pretend that this shit doesn't happen.
You'll see Billy's picture in the paper when I end it.
You know, Frank and I have been friends with Billy
since about the time you were sprouting your first chin hairs.
We didn't just train with Billy.
We served with him.
Covert operations.
Blood doesn't make brothers closer than that.
Right up until the point where Billy murdered Frank's whole family
and shot me for getting in his way.
If he did that with us,
what do you think he's gonna do with you when he's done?
And the only person worse than him is gonna be back in here any minute.
Then why are you here?
'Cause I'm the guy dumb enough to get in between them.
Please, don't do the same.
All right, Jake.
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. Okay.
They're hitting the ReadyQuick check-cashing spot.
Wait. I can't let you do this.
I'm not asking for permission.
You need to get out of New York before they come looking for you.
You do what you need to do, Madani.
Why did you choose a blue luchador mask?
Latex allergy, asshole.
José, you're now driving me. Mike, you're off the bench.
Geno, you're now flying solo as backup, all right?
What about him? He can ride with me.
No. He stays right where we've got him.
Just so we're clear,
Jake's not getting a goddamn cent out of this, all right?
We will deal with Jake after. Let's move!
Shit.
Take care of that.
Hey!
Get your hands up! I wanna see hands!
Everybody, stay cool. Nice and cool.
That's it. Move!
You, move away from the counter.
Move back!
That's it.
Lillian, why are you doing this? Hmm?
It's on a timer.
There's not one person in this entire place
who believes that that door is on a timer.
So trust me when I tell you that today is not the day to do this.
So give some thought to why you wanna see tomorrow...
and open the damn door.
This is a family business.
My daddy fought a world war, built this place from nothing.
He'd turn over in his grave if he thought
Yes, that's right! It's a grenade. An M67 fragmentation grenade.
So I'll just take my chances.
You clowns are not gonna rob my joint,
Get on the wall! Now! Hurry up!
Nice and calm.
Nice and easy.
Hurry up, boys!
Taking him in the warehouse, that's one thing,
but on the street?
We gotta slow down.
No, no, no, no, no. We know where he is.
It's time, let's get this done.
I still don't like it.
You know I'm right.
Just take care of the kid. Something happens, you take her to Madani,
you tell her that I said to tell her everything.
Just do that for me.
Frank...
Yeah.
- Look at this. - Russo!
You're late, you son of a bitch!
Get out of here, Jake. Right now!
Russo!
Come on!
Let's go! Let's go!
We have to go! Now!
Take him down!
Billy, we have to go! Now!
Come on! Come on!
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