SIX

- Previously on "Six"... - Aah!

There's no guarantee you'll ever gain

the mobility and dexterity in your hand

to return to your team.

You can't let this thing that happened define you.

I can't be that person for anyone, at least not now.

So please don't come looking for me.

- You sleep with this guy? - Joe.

We're just going out to paint.

Look, why don't you go paint with somebody else's wife?

Andrew Hall and two of his assistants

were grabbed by the Ummah Movement in Baku, Azerbaijan.

President's golf buddy Andrew Hall?

- Who's got him, sir? - The Prince.

Try to negotiate with me again,

and I'll have your tongue cut out.

Execute.

Ma'am, have you seen Paul Adams? Have you seen Andrew Hall?

- No, they took them away. - Okay.

Negative. No Hall, no Adams.

No more games. Give me Michael Nasry,

and I will give you Andrew Hall.

He'll kill me.

He wants me at the exchange.

He's gonna kill both of us.

- Devon? - Yeah.

What would Larry Holmes say about this delicious MRE meal?

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

"Hi. My name is Larry Holmes..."

...for MRE packets.

MRE packets is a self-contained,

it's, uh, individual...

Indivisible. Indivis... That's a hard word to say.

It's an individual food. It's delicious.

And it's made in the USA."

- "And damn, that shit tastes good." - It tastes good!

Hey, eyes on. Eyes on.

Sergeant?

You did well last night, boys.

The hostage you sprung is doing fine.

We're not going home just yet.

- JSOC just spun up a new op. - What is it?

The Prince wants to trade Andrew Hall

for a high-value Jihadist prisoner.

You're the escort team.

Bring him out.

Fucking kidding me?

- What the fuck? - You son of a bitch.

- You son of a bitch! - Hey, hey, hey! Stop!

- That bitch... - Hey, hey.

- Hey! - Guard!

Hey. Hey.

I know you wanna put this guy in the dirt,

but we're here to do the exchange. That's it.

- Are you behind this? - The President's behind this.

He personally ordered the mission.

Great. Why us, huh? Huh?

You're the closest team. Simple as that.

You told us this piece of shit was dead.

I told you he was taken care of.

The exchange is up north in the Pankisi Gorge,

close to Chechnya,

which, just to show you how this thing smells,

is part of Russia.

So we keep a light footprint,

low visibility, civilian clothes.

We'll infil six of you.

We'll plus you up with Jaworski in a host nation bird

with a small detail of Georgian Special Forces.

Now the Georgians are nervous about a lot of birds in the sky

close to Russia, so our QRF remains here on station.

Still not good enough, boys.

That's the way the game is rigged, Ortiz.

Once the President gets involved, SOP gets shit-canned.

Who picked the exchange point?

The Prince.

- His sandbox, his rules. Right, Gina? - Look, I don't like this any more than you do.

Okay, okay.

Look, I'm gonna need some time with my team.

Okay?

- No, Bear. - This is bullshit.

- Bear... - Man, we put this guy away.

We lose Buck and Rip in the process,

and now we gotta let this guy loose.

- Whose side are we on? - Shit, when you figure that out, let me know.

We might be walking straight into a trap.

You know what? Maybe Nasry doesn't make it to the exchange.

You could've warned us.

This all came down fast. We're all scrambling.

I didn't kill Taggart.

I could've, many times,

but I did not.

You're a piece of shit on my boot. That's all you are.

The confession Rip did...

You ever talk to him about it?

Because he believed every word.

Well, then you believe this... One misstep,

then I can put a bullet through your fucking head.

The Prince, a Navy SEAL...

What's it matter who shoots me?

The Prince is smart.

He won't kill you, not right away.

He'll make you tell him what you told us.

He already knows.

You should've let Vlad kill me.

You're damn convincing.

Convince him to keep you alive, to run you back into us.

- And be your spy? - It's your only option.

You want me dead.

No.

I want the Prince.

Last thing you'll see before you die is my face.

- Buddha! - They call you "Buddha"?

Not for you.

Reaper One One, this is Foxtrot Delta One.

We are over the exchange point. Do you see anything? Over.

Foxtrot Delta One. Negative.

No visible movement at this time.

Okay, drop us 150 meters north of the infil point.

We'll proceed to the handoff on foot.

Reaper on standby. Exchange point looks clear.

Okay, bring 'em out.

Okay, Jaws, stay with Nasry.

Trevor, take us out.

All right, Trevor. Hold up.

We're here. This is the exchange point.

Reaper One One, this is Delta One.

What's the sitrep on our position?

Delta One, we still have no activity at this time. Over.

Bear, this doesn't feel right. Maybe we should bail.

Delta One, this is Reaper One One.

You have one unknown approaching out of the treeline

from the northwest,

approximately 100 yards from your position.

Chase, go check it out.

Bear, I got eyes on.

Put your hands up. Put your hands up.

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Hands up.

Keep 'em up.

Just wood.

Somebody gonna get that?

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- Easy. Easy. - _

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Hello, Gina.

How is my favorite spook?

It's been a long time, John. Where's Hall?

I'll put him on.

Please, god, help me. They're going to kill...

And my end of the deal?

The exchange, John. We're here. Where are you?

Put Michael on, or there won't be an exchange.

He wants Michael.

Bring him over.

My Prince.

You gave them the grave site, Michael, where my family lies.

No. No, I-I didn't... I give them that information. I...

Put the CIA bitch back on.

What?

The exchange has been moved 75 kilometers north.

Northeast of the village of Chero.

I'm to call him tomorrow at 0900 to get the exact spot.

Chero's on the Chechen border.

What are they doing?

Delta One, this is Haven One, actual.

The Georgians are pulling air support. Standby.

The Prince.

He's laying a trap.

It's starting.

- Ooh. - Looks like a party.

Nope. Not today.

To Dawn, and absent companions.

Who's Dawn?

Mmm. You're a shooter.

I can smell you hounds from a million miles.

Were you at the bin Laden raid?

Like, I can't even imagine.

Yeah, I got his head tucked in my freezer.

- He's funny. - Sorry, ladies.

We need a minute.

Mm-hmm.

- Mm. - Lena.

What a surprise.

Is that the art teacher?

Were those the ones you and Joe picked up the other night?

Small town, Alex. News travels fast.

Relax, I told him we could date other people.

You were doing me a favor.

You're welcome.

We're all on our own paths.

That's what you always say, right?

That's what I always say.

Gotta be hard not being out there with the guys.

- Any advice? - Mnh.

Any advice for me?

Lena, it's our job to kill people,

up close, before they kill us.