Deep State

What are you doing in Mali, Nathan?

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.

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?

- 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.

- We found these. - Of course. Why wouldn't

they bug the anti-corruption minister?

Were you in on it with Miller and Jones all along?

Amanda Jones?

- She's here. - 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 Jones is 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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- 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 at the 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?

I asked you a question.

There's something you need to see.

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.

There's something else.

I made a deal with Max Easton.

Harry Clarke's father.

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?

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.

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?

They funnel arms

to Al Moctar, destabilize the region,

create a problem for 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. - Fine, so we-so we find a link

- between KMPH and Al Moctar. - Just like that?

Did Miller ever come back to the camp?

- No. - Okay. What about the weapons...

- did you see who supplied them? - No.

I translated the deal, but they kept me blindfolded.

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. - 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.

They're coming through the gates. Come on!

Aicha, we need to go.

I need you to be strong, okay?

Good luck.

Go, go, go!

They're heading east in a black station wagon.

Bollocks.

Move!

- Move! Out! Out! - Come on, move!

Hey. Hey.

We're losing them!

What are we going to do, mow down a bunch of kids?

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.

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? - 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.