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My very first apartment,

we had, like, dinner you'd eat on our floor.

Oh, my God.

Welcome home, Mrs. Reece.

- Can you believe it? Yikes? - Yikes.

I can believe it.

- This is crazy. - It is.

I mean, something about signing a 30-year loan

really kind of drives it home, huh?

30 years here? Are we crazy?

I don't know. Do you even have to ask?

It is... it is truly ugly.

We...

- We have to take this wallpaper down. - Yeah.

- And the carpet. - Exactly.

Have vision.

- For instance... - Wow.

...gun safe right here.

Work bench, flag from JBAD. Spruce this place right up.

Oh, no. This whole room's gonna be my office.

What?

This is my office. You can have the garage.

No. That's not gonna happen.

- Yeah. - Nonstarter.

Well, we'll see about that.

You want to check out the bedrooms?

Yeah, I do, but we're here to work,

so don't get any funny ideas.

We'll see about that, too.

Six!

Hey, motherfucker! Do you have the weight?

Keep counting!

Get off my fucking beach!

- Seven! - Pick it up!

- Ho! - Take it!

Go ring that bell, baby!

That's your salvation. Go! Ring it!

It only hurts the first time, ladies.

Do you have the weight?!

I have the weight!

- It don't look like it. - Three!

I don't want any fucking quitters in my line.

Can't take a log, you can't take the enemy.

Move it! Move it, ladies!

There ain't no quit!

Your JAG is here, sir. Captain Howard.

Everything in order?

Regarding Odin's Sword,

we should have deniability.

- What's that mean, "should"? - Tragedies occur.

The op was built on team intelligence.

We can't be held responsible.

What about the experiment?

It's worth noting that none of this is tested,

judicially speaking,

but the N.D.A.A. is clear.

In the event this goes before

- the courts... - Are we covered or not?

Orders are orders,

but I doubt James Reece sees it that way.

I believe it is time

to seriously consider contingencies.

What kind of contingencies?

Tactical retrograde.

I've compiled a list of non-extradition countries.

- Bullshit. - Everyone is dead.

I have a family to think about.

I'm not moving to Cameroon 'cause of James fucking Reece.

Stop... talking.

We're Naval command, not some Wall Street jackass.

As long as we have legal cover,

we have a position to defend.

And if disgraced Commander Reece

wants to show up here,

there are 5,000 sailors who'll have something to say about it.

I see them.

They've been meeting up daily since you dropped Horn.

Cox and Howard are living on the economy,

so there's ample opportunity there.

Pillar, however, is not leaving base,

and I'm assuming you don't want to take on the entire N.A.B.

Maybe we take out the first two and wait on Pillar.

Hit him with a sniper shot.

From the boat?

That's a coin flip on a good day.

And we can't risk a miss.

You remember Mosul?

Yeah, what about it?

Sayidati al-Jamila?

Howard's got a family.

Bold move.

Anything else, please, ask the FBI.

Moving.

James Reece didn't kill Mike Tedesco.

You and your men did.

Well, Talos offers security. They're not hit men,

Ms. Buranek. You think I wasn't aware of you?

I know you tested RD4895 on Navy SEALs,

and I know those tests caused tumors,

so you had them murdered. It's all in my story.

If you try to take me out, everyone will know the truth.

Your fucking deal's about to fall apart!

It's easy today to wake up afraid.

The acts of violence that we saw on television

this week cannot be ignored.

The administration has acted quickly

to classify James Sullivan Reece

as a domestic terrorist.

How about we just open it up to questions,

as I'm sure there are many.

- Back row, yes. - Madam Secretary,

you know Commander Reece personally, is that correct?

We met several times, that's right.

Did you suspect there was something wrong with him?

When you join the armed forces, you swear an oath

to defend the Constitution against threats,

foreign and domestic.

I suspect Commander Reece believes

he's still serving that oath.

Against what, ma'am?

James Reece believes he's on some kind of mission,

and he won't stop until it's done.

Our best chance of catching him

is to determine who's next on his list,

and to get there before he does.

That means, first and foremost,

running down anyone with ties

to Steve Horn and Capstone Industries.

Our main goal is capture,

but our top priority is to prevent

the further loss of life.

If those two things prove to be at odds, well...

then that's where we're at.

- You got it? - Yes, sir.

Okay. Let's go find the man.

Do you know where James Reece is?

All right, here's the thing.

I need information.

Here we go.

I've got 5,000 words on James Reece,

and I'm this close to having my story.

You are on thin fucking ice, lady.

I can't finish without you.

And you're not gonna find him without me.

Tell me what you've got. I'll see what I can do.

That's as good as it gets.

You have access to Steve Horn's computers.

Run a search for something called a "Cap Table."

It's everybody who made money

off the Nubellum sale.

Now, most of the accounts are legit,

but some represent payments in a conspiracy

to illegally test a drug

called RD4895 on Navy SEALs.

And how much of this is coming from Reece?

'Cause he spent three days talking to ghosts in the woods.

Was that before or after

he pulled your friend out of a mudslide?

He put me in the fucking mudslide, smart ass.

Listen, I'm not here to defend Reece.

I know he needs to be stopped,

but he's not the only one who needs to be held accountable.

Dep, have CART run a deep dive on Horn's computer.

Are you serious?

Yes, sir.

All right, well, there's a library down the street.

- I'll be there working on my story... - The last time

I let you walk, you fled to San Francisco.

Junior, she does not leave this room.

Sorry, sir. I asked her to wait.

At ease, Gerald. It's your office.

Ma'am. I saw you were in town.

I wasn't expecting you to stop by.

This is an impromptu visit.

Hmm.

- And who's this? - DCIS Agent Azad.

I wanted to make sure everything was to protocol

for this conversation.

I pulled the TIP from Operation Odin's Sword.

I was curious what kind of intelligence

got a whole platoon killed.

I'm familiar with the intel package.

Well, then you would agree

it's pretty weak.

A major operation based on a walk-in

from an arms dealer?

Nothing more?

Anyone even vet this?

I had a standing order

from the Pentagon

to move on Kahani

if any actionable intel came in.

The officer who elevated the report,

who was it?

That's more of a Langley question.

Thank you, Gerald.

That's it?

For now.

It was a pleasure meeting you, Admiral.

I'll be in touch.