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They figured out we're not aid workers.
Three klicks from the ridge. Two cars in pursuit. Possible RPG.
- Don't let them line up a shot! -
Moving into position now.
In position.
- I have visual. Spider? - I have a shot.
Let her rip. We are ready to boogie.
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What was that? It's a trap! Shooters on the ridge!
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Hit the other driver! They're lining up the shot!
Shoot the truck!
Let's go before the others come.
The truck is empty.
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Driver's dead. Other guy is gone.
Grab the gun. I'll look around.
Come on, work!
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Parker, do you copy?
- We are approaching the vehicle. -
- Parker ? -
Parker, we are approaching the vehicle. What's your status?
I'm sorry, Nick.
- I volunteered to tell the family. - I'll come with.
No, I got it.
- - Adam, no!
Parker!
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What are you doing?!
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Hey! Stop it!
- - Enough! Parker!
It's over! It's over!
Unbelievable. He won't even get a slap on the wrist.
You can't solve every problem with a knife.
Should I just have let him murder assets?
How does he think we're going to get information from them
if he keeps killing them all? Hmm?
["Revival" by Frankie & The Witch Fingers playing]
I don't think the boy thinks.
Adam requested that you be transferred out of the unit.
How do you know?
- You hacked his email. - I did not.
- You're gonna get caught. - I'm not gonna get caught.
You are gonna get caught.
I deleted the request.
"Thank you, Spider!" "You're so welcome, Parker."
Hmm. That's how that should've gone.
You read my emails?
- No, I do not read your emails. - Mm-hmm.
But that's only because you need to learn to unsubscribe from some shit.
- - Now, you have too much spam, girl.
You got more spam than a Hawaiian middle school in there.
- - Yo, what's that?
That picture. Who is that?
My prom date.
- Jesse? - Hey, Parker. How you doing?
Hey, um, it's not really a great time.
Yeah, sorry about that.
So...
Listen, there was a cave-in at the mine last night.
And your dad got caught underneath it.
And by the time we found him, it was too late.
Hi.
Hi.
I'm just, uh...
I'm just trying to wrap my head around all of this.
I've been thinking that maybe there's
some kind of poetry or something
in the fact that he was swallowed up in his favorite place.
He loved that damn cave.
What's that?
Found it on his desk in the bedroom.
Well, it's a letter. Why is it evidence?
Well, I'm wondering if it, uh...
if it could have been on purpose.
The cave-in, I mean.
You think this is a suicide note?
This is... It's just a letter.
I mean, we would write each other sometimes. It's not a...
It's not evidence for anything. It's just a letter.
All right. Uh... How did he sound the last time you two spoke?
Lonely? I don't know.
He missed me.
We... We missed each other. We always miss each other.
He's not that guy.
I mean, it was an old mine, a really old mine,
and old mines have cave-ins all the time.
Right. No. You... You... You're right. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Hands are sweating. I... I don't know.
It's fine. It's...
Um...
Can I give you a ride home?
- Yeah, I... I need a ride. - Yeah, I'm gonna give you a ride home. Um...
Let me grab my keys.
If you want to protect our America, vote for Senator Swann.
I'm Senator Ezekiel Swann, and I approve this message.
How's your dad's re-election campaign going?
Uh, uh, it's going.
Think one of your dad's rich donor friends
would be interested in buying Maria's?
Seriously?
Yeah.
But Harry built Maria's for you.
You don't want to stay and run the bar?
I can't stay. I'm gonna leave after the funeral.
It just doesn't feel like home without Pops here.
You want me to help you take these upstairs?
Oh, no, it's... it's fine. I'm okay.
All right.
- Thanks. - Yeah, I'll, uh...
I'll let you get settled in, then.
Okay.
You need me, just holler. Okay?
Thanks.
Cheers, Pops.
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Oh jeez! I'm here to feed the lizard! Please don't kill me!
Mikey?
Parker?
Ugh.
Jesus.
You all right?
No! No, I almost shit myself.
Sorry about that.
No, it's good to see you.
Now, uh, where's that lizard?
Uh, Andy, come on out, buddy. It's dinnertime.
Does he usually come when you call?
No.
Hmm.
Uh, Harry was really proud of you.
He always talked about it.
How you... were killing terrorists, doing spy shit.
I don't know, whatever you're doing.
Do you know where they found him?
I found him, actually.
Oh man. Mikey, I'm sorry.
Will you show me?
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