The Terminal List

So, I want to say that the low gear is

31/34

- versus my old 26/51, right? - 26/51.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

So...

That closer ratio cassette at the back is...

it's pleasant because, you know,

- you lose that big jump. - Right.

You know, smoother.

No, it sounds like a great machine.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Well, till you take it out on the...

Can we cut the bull, please, here, James?

Hon.

He didn't drive up here to talk about your bikes, Victor.

He's here about the girls.

I got to leave town.

Yeah.

That's about right, isn't it?

Come on, Rachel.

No, you take a trip.

We'll be good.

It's not a trip.

You're gonna hear some things in the coming days.

More than likely,

people will come around with some questions.

What people? What are you talking about?

Lauren and Lucy...

...are my light.

They're my everything.

I would never do anything to harm them.

Well, we know that, of course. Come on.

But somebody did.

And it might come down to me to make it right.

You do what you need to do, James.

Chevy Silverado heading north on Highway 1.

All units responding.

High-speed chase involving multiple agencies

and possibly the suspect involved in today's bombing

in downtown San Francisco.

Stay tuned to KVVK for more updates.

- How far out are you? - Not in the cards, Liz.

Reece, our fight is not with these people,

so get your ass here, and I'll get you out.

Liz, situation's escalated.

I am not bringing this to you.

Uh-uh, Reece. I'm-I'm coming to get you.

Negative.

I'm moving in the opposite direction.

You need to go.

All units in Stinson or Point Reyes,

we need you south. Suspect is heading your way.

We fucking got him. Moving in the PIT.

It's not gonna fucking work on this guy.

FBI, this is Stinson PD. We are set and ready.

Come on, let's go. We got him.

Shit.

Reece!

- Gun! - Gun, gun, gun!

Moving!

- Moving! - SAM 1, cease fire!

All units, hold your guns. Stand by!

Go ahead and sweep that interior, 17.

Let me know what you got.

FBI, copy the update.

Clear.

Got eyes on it?

Who has jurisdiction here?

Fuck. Sir, it's Mac.

What the fuck is going on up there, Agent?

We've cornered Reece in a state park

north of San Francisco.

- You need SWAT? - SWAT won't be enough.

We need HRT and all available tactical personnel.

Copy that.

Let me know when you've got a base camp up and running.

Copy.

I need a few more units

at the intersection of Deer Park and Frank Valley,

and all units are reminded to advise immediately

if you get sight of the suspect.

Air support is on its way.

Rangers are coordinating the evacuation of the entire park.

...the search. Copy?

I copy that.

...K9 response.

Where the fuck are my pills?

Ah, come on, where are you?

Ah.

All right.

Yeah, K9 unit just arrived on scene.

I need all those recovered items from the suspect's vehicle

for tracking purposes.

All units are advised

to hold the perimeter and be reactive only.

Sit tight until HRT arrives.

HRT.

It's fucking bad, Ben.

- Temps are dropping. Doppler's a fucking horror show. - Good.

- Not good. Things are about to get biblical up here. - Listen,

more rain means less ISR for Reece to deal with.

Drones. C-2 repeaters.

They're gonna be grounded. As a matter of fact,

I hope it rains for days. That storm?

Fucking frogman luck right there.

I could steal one of these news birds.

I got a-a radio to monitor communications.

- Touch down in his A.O. - What,

and lead the FBI right to him? No. We're not doing that.

If you can find him in a helo,

- he's already fucked. - Son of a bitch.

You got to sit tight, let him do his job.

Fucking warned him, Ben. I...

He's not him-himself. He...

He's not thinking clearly.

K9 unit, what's your 20?

We have heavy weather...

Dogs lost his scent.

We'll get him back. We just need more time.

We don't have time.

Sentinel, this is Mac.

Tell Tony we need to double

our patrol presence on the highway.

Reece at 50% is better than most at 100.

Stay strong. Stay put, Liz.

And whatever happens in those woods, that's on him.

Listen, little sis,

you're the only optimist I know.

Start fucking acting like it.

"Frogman's luck."

I drew that before you left, Daddy.

We're gonna get through this, okay?

You hear that bell?

Give me one more quitter, and this shit ends.

Eyes up.

I said eyes up!

That bell wants you to quit!

You ring that bell, and your misery's over.

Your pain is over.

You quit, and it ends.

But if you quit on yourself,

- you quit on all of us. - Uh, Reece, I'm hurting.

Don't even think about it, Ben. Just don't even think about it.

- It's not even there. - You got to get comfortable

being uncomfortable!

Downrange,

you trust the man on your left

and your right! That's all you got out there.

But the truth is we don't know what's going on with you, Reece.

Captain Howard has made a full-time job

out of covering your six.

And given the fact that you couldn't protect

your men nor your family,

we can't in good conscience...

You hear that, Reece?

- You got what it takes? - Hooyah, sir!

Or are you gonna tarnish your daddy's reputation

as a frogman?

Negative, sir!

Then show me you're half the fucking warrior

he was.

I guarantee I never quit on my men.

Don't you quit on me.

Varsity's here.

Our fugitive appears to be tracking north-northeast,

making this our new search area.

You'll infil from the south while our second element,

led by Marshal Wilson and Detective Garrity,

come in from the north, boxing him in.

The weather's cleared enough to get a C-2 bird and drone

over the mountain, so we're gonna have eyes in the sky.

It's just a matter of time before we ping him

or get a heat signature.

Is there a problem?

All due respect, sir,

I know Commander Reece. I served with him

in the SEAL teams. Guy's a legend.

Total patriot.

This is completely out of character for him.

What's your name?

Smitty.

Your total patriot set off a bomb

and executed a man on the streets of San Francisco.

He's being treated for traumatic brain injury

and possible brain tumor.

This is not the James Reece you remember.

Now, you are here to help me bring him in. Period.

Anyone else have a problem with that, you speak up now.

I think what Smitty meant to say

is if James Reece is off the rez,

we got our work cut out for us.

That being said,

Smitty, you're gonna ride the pine on this one.

- Boss, I'm still good to go. I... - Can't risk it.

If shit pops off out there,

I got to know you're gonna take that shot.

You'll stay back with the MCC.

- Looks like we'll be a man down, so... - You'll have

your six. I'm gonna come with.

We're best operating on our own.