What are you doing in Mali, Nathan?
KINGSLEY: You went down there to get
the troop deal signed.
Troop deal has not been signed, therefore
I'm assuming there is a problem.
Harry and Leyla recruited me to translate for them.
[speaks Tamasheq]
He says you have come to steal from under our feet.
And they were leading the mission?
-No, it was some guy called Miller. -Nathan
Miller?
Why would you tell the parents of a guy that died
that his death achieved nothing,if he actually helped
four colleagues escape?
-WHITE: No! -Maybe they never escaped.
I know people who can get us out of here, George.
But if they do, nobody can ever know about it.
From the president's lips.
He's signing the deal tomorrow.
-McKAY: We found these. -SISSOKO: Of course. Why wouldn't
they bug the anti-corruption minister?
Were you in on itwith Miller and Jones all along?
Amanda Jones?
-She's here. -LEYLA: Harry?
Harry, what are you doing?
-Harry, you need to let this go!-What?
Aicha's safe. It's over.
No. No, not for me.
Why, because Amanda Jonesis here, suddenly you do a 180?
These are the same people that fucked us last time,
that tried to have us killed. That doesn't bother you?
No. You know why?
Because it's in the past. It's done.
No. No, it's not.I didn't do a deal with anyone.
And there it is.
This is about Max.
You're going to get us killed because you want to prove
that you're not your father's son.
You know what, you know what, fuck you, Leyla.
You fucking ghosted me.
And then you gate-crashed my life and asked for my help.
But now I'm the one that's got to let it go.
This is not just about Max, it's about everything,
and you're just as big a part of it as he is.
You said I crawled under a rock.
I did.
Well, I refuse to live like that.
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â™ª We're on the side of the angelsâ™ª
â™ª And we tell ourselvesâ™ª
â™ª We're the good guysâ™ª
â™ª But we knowâ™ª
â™ª Our heads are in the sandâ™ª
â™ª We knowâ™ª
â™ª Nothing ever changesâ™ª
â™ª The same people winâ™ª
â™ª The same people loseâ™ª
â™ª We know the fight is fixedâ™ª
â™ª The wars go on and onâ™ª
â™ª And we know.â™ª
Thank you.
-Come to make sure I leave? -Clarke and Toumi
-didn't board their flight. -Where are they?
Outside Sissoko's house.
You got to be fucking kidding me.
-For fuck's sake! -Harry, just leave it.
What the hell are you two doing here?
Amanda Jones is in Bamako.
I don't know what game you are playing,
but you need to leave.
Is she working on the troop deal with Miller?
Amanda Jones does not work for the CIA.
You've got five minutes.
Jones works atthe CIA,
-but she does not work for them.-I don't follow.
She works for a multinational
called KMPH.
Government contractors
who make a killing out of conflict zones.
If Jones is involved in the troop deal,
it's KMPH who are behind it, not the U.S. government.
Wait-wait a second.
How do they know about KMPH?
Did you know?
You didn't think to tell me?
You didn't think that this was pertinent information, Amanda?
[clears throat]
I asked you a question.
There's something you need to see.
[typing]
[Jones sighs]
What is this? What am I looking at?
My name is Martin Collins.
I'm an attorney
at Greenburg, Morgan and Squire.
My client-- my only client--
is William Kingsley
of Kingsley Merchant Proctor Hall,
an engineering and construction company
with subsidiaries in defense and private security.
They made $40 billion
from the Iraq War.
After that, they set about trying to insure
those kinds of returns.
To that end,
they infiltrated the intelligence services
to act on their behalf.
Their key contact is Amanda Jones,
a senior supervisor
at the Central Intelligence Agency.
[sighs]
There's something else.
I made a deal with Max Easton.
-Harry Clarke's father. -[sighs]
Of course you did.
You keep his family safe,
and he doesn't...
release this tape.
Pretty much.
Yeah, we talked
about releasing Clarke and Toumi.
We were in this room.
And I said that they had no skin in the game.
That's what I said.
Those were my exact...
words.
And you sat there...
and you said fucking nothing!
I didn't think they would come back.
No, you hoped
that they wouldn't come back.
That's not the same fucking thing, Amanda.
We're supposed to be on the same fucking side.
How are we supposed to deal with them now?
They're gonna fuck this whole thing up.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna go back to D.C.
And I'm gonna take this to Kingsley...
and see if he can't figure out
what to do about this tape.
Kingsley knows.
About the tape. Kingsley knows.
Of course he does.
Un-fucking-believable.
Is there anything else you want to tell me,
Amanda Jones?
[sighs]
I need to know what's gonna happen.
Nathan, my name is on there.
I don't know what's gonna happen...
Amanda.
But I can't imagine that it's gonna end very well for you.
[sighs]
Pick 'em up.
I don't care what you got to do--
issue a warrant-- just pick 'em up.
And I don't want you to do anything with them
until you hear from me, do you understand?
HARRY: They funnel arms
to Al Moctar, destabilize the region,
create a problemfor American troops to clean up.
That's where they make their money.
Look, you take this to President Diabate,
this changes everything.
The president is no longer taking my calls.
Besides, you have a conspiracy theory.
-No more. -[laughs] Fine, so we-so we find a link
-between KMPH and Al Moctar. -Just like that?
-Did Miller ever come back to the camp? -[phone ringing]
-No.-Okay. What about the weapons--
-did you see who supplied them? -No.
I translated the deal, but they kept me blindfolded.
SISSOKO: Merci.
There are American soldiers at the gates.
They have a warrant for your arrest for the attack
on the bar. They want all of you.
-Sorry, for what? -This just gets better. -SISSOKO: I-I have a car
in the garage. You can leave out the back.
Okay. Okay, let's go. Let's go.
Aicha.
Aicha, where are you going? This way.
Seydou and Sonata.
Aicha, I'm sorry, we can't take them with us.
We have to go.
-Where? -Put on your shoes.
Come on. Wake up, bubba.
Aicha, we can't take them.
They will be safe here. I promise.
HARRY: They're coming through the gates. Come on!
[indistinct chatter]
Aicha, we need to go.
I need you to be strong, okay?
[crying]
Good luck.
Go, go, go!
They're heading east in a black station wagon.
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HARRY: Bollocks.
Move!
[horn honking]
-TOUMI: Move! Out! Out! -HARRY: come on, move!
Hey. Hey.
SOLDIER: We're losing them!
What are we going to do, mow down a bunch of kids?
â™ª
[shouting in Tamasheq]
[truck doors closing]
McKAY: Adam McKay.
Rodgers International. We're here to get you
-to Bamako safely. -Nathan Miller.
That's George White.
Leyla Toumi, that's Harry Clarke.
This everyone? I was briefed you had a five-man team.
WHITE: We lost one.
Right. Well, we'll need to move quickly.
You're still a walking price tag.
George, we can go back for her.
-Sorry, what's that? -WHITE: There's a local translator
we were working with. She was left behind.
Yeah, but with this extra manpower...
-I'm sorry, you want to go back?-There's no reason
-why we can't do this. -I'm not risking my men for a local raghead.
What the fuck did you just say?
You fucking heard what I said to you.
-Fuck you! Fuck you.-Everybody just calm down, okay?
Catch a fucking clue. She is irrelevant.
-Leyla. -Put a fucking leash on this one.
-Please? -Leyla.
We don't have a choice. Let's just go.
Go.
[engines start]
Right, so we'll spend the night here.
Flight out in the morning.
Come on in, then. Make yourself at home.
Plenty of beer in the fridge.
NATHAN: Look, I know things
didn't go as planned out there.
I know how you're feeling.
-I'm feeling it, too. -Are you?
What, you think that was easy for me?
Come on, Leyla, I had to make a choice.
And I chose to get us home.
Now, the ransom...
...was aid money,
diverted from its intended destination.
That can never, ever
leave this room.
And when we debrief, we escaped.
And during the course of that escape,
Isaac Turner was tragically shot.
Are we clear?
Harry?
Mm-hmm. Clear.
Leyla, are we clear?
Yes.
Thank you.
[men speaking Tamasheq in distance]
â™ª
[door opens]
[White sighs]
How you holding up?
He came to me as an intern.
Isaac-- he...
he wanted to change the world.
[both chuckle]
He was so enthusiastic.
I cannot remember the last timeI felt enthusiasm like that.
And maybe that's why I was so fond of him.
He reminded me of what I've lost.
To Isaac.
[quietly]: Um...
this is gonna seem a little insensitive...
The job goes on. I get it.
What was your take on Al Moctar?
He's dedicated.
And he's smart.
And he commands loyalty, but...
he has no common cause with Ansar Dine or al-Qaeda.
He's not interested in an Islamic state.
Think of what he could dowith the right kind of backing.
Take the fight to the insurgents.
Disrupt them, at the very least.
Our enemy's enemy.
Even if he did put a bullet in the back of Isaac's head.
Yeah, it's hard to take, I know.
Yeah, I know.I get how the world works, Nate.
We've been in bed with worse.
Do you know anyone here
that could help us get him some hardware?
There's somebodyI could introduce you to, yeah.
Thank you.
[knocking on door]
Yes?
Hey.
What, are you checking up on me?
Yeah, I am.
I'd kill for a good read.
No, I can't help you with that.
What can you help me with?
-Sorry. I... That was just really... -No, I get it.
I get it.
[exhales]
I've been through some fucked-up shit.
I usually put it in a box...
...seal it up, move on.
That's how I deal with it.
And now I can't stop thinking about her.
Aicha.
We should never have gotten her involved.
No, we weren't to know.
That may be.
But this is on us.
[sniffles]
I'll, um...
I'll let you get some rest.
Yeah.
Stay.
I can't really be around anyone else.
And I don't want to be on my own.
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DAN: George.
-Dan. -Been too long, my friend.
Yes, it has. Uh, this is the gentleman
I was telling you about, Nathan Miller.
-Mr. Lotz. -If we're talking business,
it's Dan. Please come in.
I've just opened up a rather robust Malbec.
Good morning.
-Morning. -I should probably...
-Yeah. -Yeah.
All right, well, I'll,
um... see you out there.
Yeah.
-HARRY: Morning, Adam. -[McKay laughing]
Oh, you lucky devil.
How the hell did you swing that?
You don't say much, do you?
What are you, the soul of discretion?
Well, you can obviously close a deal. Actually, I could use
a guy like you, if you ever tire of the game.
Not a bad life. Tax man doesn't see a penny.
Yeah, thanks, um... it's not really my thing.
Right. Yeah.
Well, if you ever change your mind,
you know where to find me.
Seydou.
-Aicha. -Aicha!
SEYDOU and SONATA: Aicha! Aicha! Aicha!
â™ª
I hear you have money to spend.
[speaking Tamasheq]
The air force. That is my problem.
I can help you with that.
[Aicha speaking Tamasheq]
-Light to carry, easy to operate, FIM-92. -[Aicha translating]
Shoulder-firing by a single operator,
average flying speed:
1,600 miles an hour.
Targeting range:
up to 15,700 feet.
Now, one of these puppies will set you back
100,000 U.S. dollars.
Naturally, if you're considering bulk buying,
we can discuss a discount.
Okay, this is me.
Commercial to D.C.
Thank you.
All of you.
George.
-We'll talk soon, huh? -We will. Safe travels.
Take some time off.
It's the least you deserve.
Thank you, sir.
Both of you.
Got one piece of advice:
don't wallow.
Nope.
What are you gonna do?
Don't know.
Drink.
[chuckles softly]
Well, maybe we could, uh...
Probably not a good idea.
Probably not.
We have to work together, you know?
Right. No, you are right.
See you on the next one.
Yeah.
Yeah, see you.
[sighs]
William.
You look like shit.
Just came straight from the airport.
Which explains the monkey.
Ah, Dulles Airport--
Best mall in America.
It's for Katie.
I didn't think it was for your wife.
Thank you, Nathan. I don't say that
as often as I should.
I can only imagine what you've been through.
Well, it's all part of the service, right?
Still, it is nice to be appreciated.
Thank you, William,
for stepping up.
I know thatthat was a big chunk of change.
Think of it as an investment.
Hmm.
You think this George White--
you think he might come in useful?
Oh, we'll keep working on him.
And Al Moctar-- is he our guy?
I got to tell you,
I think he is exactly what we're looking for.
Support in place?
White introduces me to this guy, Dan Lotz.
Seriously connected.
Five minutes into the conversation,
he name-drops Joseph Damba,the minister of transportation.
[Kingsley chuckles]
-That's a convenient double act.-Yeah, yeah.
So, between the two of them,
getting the hardwareinto the country and getting it
to Al Moctar shouldn't be a problem.
Well, I'd say you've turned defeat into victory.
By the hair on my chinny-chin-chin.
[Kingsley chuckles]
Thank you.
Katie bird!
-KATIE: Daddy! -[gasps]
-Daddy. -Ah, ha!
Oh, it's so good to see you.
Oh, I missed you so much.
-I missed you, too. -Mwah. Mwah. Mwah.
Hey, oh. Ow. Wait a second.
There's something wrong with my shoulder.
-Would you just see...? [gasps]-Ooh.
KATIE: Thank you so much. I love her.
-You're welcome. I love you. -Hey, you. You didn't call.
Ah. I wanted to surprise you.
Well, we had no idea you were coming.
Uh, well, you know, I didn't, either, until the last minute.
How was your trip?
The usual.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
You look exhausted.
-Coffee's on. -Yeah, I'd love one.
-KATIE: I'll pour it for you. -Perfect. Thank you.
[sighs]
Been drinking?
I had one with William at breakfast.
So you didn't come straight home, then?
Here's your coffee, Daddy.
Ah. Okay, let me see.
Is this still the best cup of coffee in America?
KATIE: Should be.
Well, let's see. Mmm.
Mmm.
-Yes, it is. -[Katie giggles]
Hey, I have an idea.
What?
What if we wereto all go eat at Jack's tonight?
I have a fund-raiser tonight.
Abbie's secured a couple of new investors.
They're expecting a full charm offensive. I...
Well, you arethe most charming person I know.
-Right. -Congratulations.
-How about you, huh? Huh? -[giggling]
You want to go on a date with me?
KATIE: Well, I'd love to, but
I have sleepover at Emily's tonight.
We didn't know you were coming home, Nate.
-I could cancel. -No. No, no, no, no.
I know that's important to you.It's okay.
-Okay.-We'll do it another time, huh?
-Okay. -Okay.
You should drink your coffee, you know.
-Okay, I'll drink my coffee. -[laughs]
Mom, what time are you taking me to Em's?
Well, we can go quite soonif you want to. You ready to go?
JESSICA: So,
how was your trip?
It's London. Grey, inhospitable.
You want a coffee?
-Three shots. -What?
What? So I'm an addict.
Espresso, please. Three shots.
You figured out who paid Miller's ransom?
Not yet, but Elliot told me
it wasn't Al Moctar's first hostage scenario,
which means there must bemoney trails, account transfers.
Thank you.
-Remember Jacob Hirsch? -Yeah.
Didn't he move over
to the Terrorist Finance Tracking Program?
I think so. You want me to set up a meet?
Yeah. Don't have him come by the office.
Let's do this one at home.
JONES[over phone]: Still looking.
NATHAN: Well, I was-I was hoping...
Excuse me. I was hopingthat you had better news for me.
Well, we know they're heading north.
Have you spoken to Kingsley yet?
Look, the only thing you need to be concerned with
is finding Clarke and Toumi.
WOMAN [on TV]: Today the first U.S. troops arrived in Bamako
under the recently-signed aid and assist deal.
She'll be with you in a moment.
Jacob.
Senator.
Thank you so much for doing this.
Not a problem.
-Coffee? -Uh, yeah, thank you.
So, your guy, Al Moctar--
been on our radar since 2012.
Linked to terrorist funding?
Not directly.
He was a sporadic participant in the kidnap-and-ransom game.
That whole region--northern Mali, east into Niger--
it's like a Disneyland of corporate abduction.
Private company insurance has paid out hundreds of millions,
and people have no clue.
You have anything on him?
Oh, yes.
Last known tracking linked to Al Moctar
gave us a whole bunch of account numbers.
[phone ringing]
Where are we with Clarke and Toumi?
JONES: Nothing yet.
We will find them, Nate.
[sighs]
Nate?
I got to go.
I'm pulling up at Kingsley's now.
[sighs softly]
[sighs]
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[indistinct chatter, laughter nearby]
WEAVER: Take over here, would you, Bobby?
You here for the rib eye, Nathan?
Mr. Weaver.
I work very hard to keep a clear distance
between personal and professional.
If they have to be bridged,
the least I expect is the courtesy of a call.
I'm afraid I couldn't take that risk, sir.
Then I assume we have a serious problem.
We do.
You have Kingsley in place for these situations.
I'm afraid that he is the problem, sir.
COLLINS: This is the long arm
of KMPH and others like them.
Governments come and go.
These guys... are forever.
They determine who to bomb,
where to invade,
they build the drones, the Hellfire missiles
that destroy the homes, the factories.
Then they get the contracts
to rebuild those same homes, those same factories.
Cash from chaos.
War on terror.
War in perpetuity.
Jesus Christ.
How the fuck did this happen?
I don't know.
Jones and Kingsley decidedto keep this one to themselves.
You know what Kingsley told me?
That we lost our senior contact in the Iranian regime.
That's why Tehran was put on hold.
-Yes, sir. -And I believed him.
Hell, I've trusted Kingsley for 20 years.
And he's delivered.
Every step of the way.
Clarke and Toumi are a threat
to the operation in Mali, sir.
So deal with them.
If we do that, there is a chance
that Harry Clarke's father will release this tape.
What a fucking mess.
We need to deal with this, sir.
How?
We let...
Kingsley go.
KMPH is no longer viable.
It can't service the operation in Mali.
As a corporation--
however this thing plays itself out--
it is now toxic.
Now, how do you know
I'm not gonna call up Kingsley the moment you leave
and tell him about your little visit?
I-I don't.
There's a total of 15 million here
heading into what we think is an Al Moctar account.
33 payments of disparate amounts
were sanctioned on or around thedate that Miller was released,
processed and proceeded through 19 shelter companies,
and then hit this account,
assuming it is Al Moctar's.
But he did receive 50 million, albeit from multiple sources?
And that's not uncommon.
Usually finds its way through to arms dealers, through, uh,
opaque sounding companies,
import-export, licensing.
But what's weird
are the specifics in this case.
How so?
One of the first payments originated
from a company here, in Virginia.
What does it trade in?
Death.
SULLIVAN:Sure this is the right address?
JESSICA: Yeah.
We finally catch a break.
The source of the ransom. And it's this place?
Doesn't add up.
Let's go home.
-[door closes] -I'm back.
Gina?
Honey? I could murder a glass of...
What is it?
[Gina sniffles]
Gina.
I've been suspended.
-What? -Escorted off campus.
It was... it was hu-humiliating.
I don't understand. Why?
[crying] I've been accused of,
uh, um...
of harassment.
One of-one of my students.
They-they won't tell me who.
It-it's bullshit. You know that I-I wouldn't...
Hey, I know. I know. I know. Come here.
-[sobbing] -Okay. Okay.
â™ª
HARRY: We'll stop around here.
Get something to eat.
â™ª
Yeah, it'll do.
I'm gonna go and find us some food. Okay?
Where are we going?
To find food.
Yeah, after that.
We keep driving.
Cross the border. Mauritania, Senegal, whichever's closest.
[sighs] And then what?
You don't have a plan, do you?
You brought us out here on a fucking whim.
A fucking whim that kept us alive.
You know, you could help here, Leyla.
To do what?
To take on Amanda Jones? To take on KMPH?
Get the truth out there? Will that do it?
Will it be enough?
[knocking on door]
[clears throat] Yeah.
-Sir. -Mm-hmm?
The details. For Isaac's parents.
Thank you.
I could arrange for someone else to go.
No, no.
I'll handle it myself.
We're very grateful for his patriotism,
for his dedication and his service,
and his sacrifice for queen and country.
Rest assured he did not die in vain.
My uncle died in the Falklands,Mr. White.
My dad's best friend died in the first Iraq war.
My best man died in the second one.
And for what?
Nothing changes.
I don't want your empty words.
What I want to know is
how did my son die?
Because that's the least you owe us.
Isaac was executed.
He was shot in the back of the head
after a failed escape attempt.
Thank you.
I've never found the answers at the bottom of a glass.
Well, that depends on how hard you look.
[Jones chuckles]
Please. Join me in the search.
Uh, can I get two more, please?
How'd it go with Turner's parents?
It was...
Actually, it was rough.
Thank you.
They don't appreciate what we go through--
our political masters.
They don't deserve us.
And they certainly didn't deserve Isaac Turner.
Most of the timeI don't think they give a shit.
You've got that right.
-Hey. -JONES: Nathan.
I just sat with George White.
NATHAN: And? Is he on board?
Let's just say he's in play.
[phone beeps]
I've got another call.
That is great, great, great work, Amanda.
Dan, how did it go?
LOTZ: Good. Very good.
You made sure he got the 92s?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Apparently, he couldn't get enough of them.
Like a kid on Christmas morning.
[chuckles]
Wow.
Okay, here we go.
Yeah.
-All right, then. -Talk soon.
[footsteps approaching]
Hey.
Wow. You look...
-beautiful. -[chuckles]
Thanks.
Have you seen my keys?
Oh, here they are.
Uh, I'm running late.
Don't wait up.
I won't.
[exhales]
What?
Nothing.
Don't do this, Nate.
Not now.
Do what?
What am I doing?
You always do this. You always put it on me.
Is that what I'm doing, Nicole?
Yeah. You come home, no warning,
and you expect me to just jump up and down
-and throw my arms around you...-A little affection
would be nice.
I had a pretty tough week.
Well, I wouldn't know, would I?
[scoffs]: I mean, what do you want from me?
I... [scoffs]
You don't live here.
What are you talking about?
Yes, I do.
-Oh. -I sleep here.
My-my clothes are here.
My life is here. You and Katie are here.
This is a hotel for you.
You check in, you check out.
We're not supposed to know where you go in between.
We're supposed to just adapt.
And, you know what, that's killing us, Nate.
But, hey,
we've learned to get along without you.
Well, I had no idea that this was how you felt.
[scoffs]How could you not fucking know?
[sighs]
I can't do this.
Okay, fine.
Fine, we'll talk about it later.
No.
This.
You. Me.
I...
It's not working.
Not anymore.
Nicole, come on, don't say that.
I have to go.
Nicole.
[door opens]
[drone buzzing in distance]
[shushing quietly]
[engine starts]
[in distance]: Let's go! Let's go!
Fuck!
I fucked this all up.
I'm sorry.
Do we open fire?
Orders are to take 'em into custody.
TOUMI: What is that?
What do we do?
[walkie static]
SOLDIER: Targets have stopped.
Multiple insurgent vehicles ahead.
Request assistance immediately.
I'm not going out there, not without backup.
Harry, what are we gonna do?
[parking brake clicks]
[engine stops]
-No, no, no, no. Harry, listen to me. -Wait.
Harry. Harry, listen.
AICHA: Harry.
What is he doing?
He fucking insane?
What is he doing?
[shouting in Tamasheq]
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