The Terminal List

...down.

Southeast corner of courtyard,

next to Building 16.

We have reports of a downed helicopter.

This is Warrant Officer Liz Riley.

I'm fucking pinned down. I need QRF now.

Hammerhead, we are moving north to downed Kiowa. ETA?

- Pretty fucking soon, brother. - Less than two mikes out.

Requesting fast mover and support.

Negative, Commander. Do not attempt a rescue.

The crash site is overrun with hajis.

Yeah, no shit.

I got to fucking shit so bad.

I told you to stay away from the street-side kebabs, Donny.

- Come on. - Return to base.

Rangers and QRF are inbound. ETA 20 minutes.

- Fuck. - Do you copy?

She don't have 20 minutes.

Commander, do you copy?

Signal interrupt.

- Oh, Commander. - Proceeding to crash site.

Cox is gonna have your balls, sir.

Oh, fucking tell him to get in line. Donny, clamp it up.

- Do not shit in this car. - I am clenching. I am clenching.

Move.

Move in!

Move!

Move!

- Move, boss. - I'm with you. I'm with you.

Friendlies! Friendlies!

Friendlies! Friendlies!

Friendlies! Friendlies!

Move up! Move up!

- Fuckers! - Frogman coming through!

Friendlies! Friendlies! Friendlies!

Contact on my right!

- I've got your six, boss. - Hey. Talk to me.

Riley, how you doing?

Seen better.

That a hint of Southern Belle?

Fort Rucker, Alabama.

You leaking?

My back's busted.

Okay, look at me. You a War Eagle, Riley?

Fuck you. Roll Tide.

Okay. Roll Tide.

What do you say we get you home, huh?

Daddy.

Is she gonna be okay, Daddy?

We've been all around the block

on this one, but I think we got to the right place.

Well, I've been wanting to do business for a long time,

so I'm glad we could figure something out.

- You, uh, on a plane tonight? - Tonight.

Okay. Well, I won't take up more of your time.

- Great to see you. - Yeah, you, too.

You sure you don't need a ride, Senator Pryor?

No. My driver's downstairs.

Next time, cigars on me.

You bet. We'll be in touch.

Mike, thanks for waiting.

Yeah.

- It's good to see you. - You, too.

Even without Pryor, it's...

That's not decisive. There's still a vote on the full floor.

- Listen. - Lorraine Hartley won't just roll over.

Listen, Mike.

That is the sound of the world realizing that Nubellum is still

the hottest fucking military contract on the market.

I did that, okay? And any minute, one of the those calls

is gonna be Elias Ryberg,

and he's gonna tell Kurt that he's reconsidered.

I'll sell it to you.

I'll sell you RD-4895... The patent, the research.

It's yours.

Then you flip it to Plano a la carte.

We part ways, everybody wins.

You get what you want. I keep my company.

Yeah. I don't think the board goes for that.

Well, I'll give you a good deal.

We both know that's what this is about.

Mike, we're selling the company. The whole company.

Okay? That's the plan.

And the alternative, well,

I like Nubellum with you at the helm, I do.

Plano doesn't require it.

Damn, Lizard, it's almost 8:00.

I hate morning people.

Even when they cook you breakfast?

We heading back out to the house today?

I don't think so.

I think Horn's estate's a dead end.

It's a hardened site. It's crawling with Talos.

No easy way to grab him.

I think we need to focus our efforts on Capstone.

Might actually have a shot to take Horn alive.

Reece, that's smack dab in the middle

of the financial district.

You think that'll be easier?

One way to find out.

I think we got us some party crashers.

Oh, yeah, I see 'em.

This way, please.

I read somewhere that Gwyneth Paltrow drinks

a $250 smoothie every day.

You fucking believe that?

Maca, ashwagandha and fucking moon dust.

Thanks, Eddie.

I tend to think that, uh, to maximize one's potential,

you should feed the body, not the ego, you know?

- Steve Horn. How are you? - Pleasure.

Special Agent Tony Layun.

This is MacKenzie Wilson with the U.S. Marshals Service.

We were hoping we could talk to you about

one of your Talos Security detail.

Adrian Gordon is.

Oh, yeah, when I heard Gordo got shot,

I figured someone would come around.

What was his assignment in L.A.?

No idea. He was off the clock.

Well, the guy works for you.

You didn't know what he was doing?

Well, lot of Talos operators work for me, but, uh,

they're called independent contractors for a reason.

I notice you got quite the show of force out there.

Is that SOP, or you worried someone's coming after you?

Well, Capstone generates a tremendous amount of wealth

and a commensurate level of animosity.

We have a significant stake in the growing

African telecom industry, so Boko Haram and Al-Shabab

have their feelings about that.

There's interest in Latin America.

- Big man, big problems, right? - Mm.

Well, you don't get an office like this

without pissing a few people off, right?

Did you piss off James Reece?

I'm not familiar with the name.

Well, your boy certainly knew him.

Gordo was the first to open fire.

We suspect James Reece is also responsible

for the death of your VP, Saul Agnon.

I was told Saul died of a drug overdose.

Should I be worried about this James Reece?

Stop pretending you don't know the man.

According to your tattoos, you and Reece were in the same unit.

Bone Frog. That's the way SEALs honor their fallen.

So, either Mr. Horn here was a frogman,

or... he could be full of shit.

Mac's former Army. Three deployments.

She doesn't care too much for insincerity. Do you, Mac?

- No, sir. - Well, I grew up in the shadow

of Fort Bragg, Ms. Wilson.

Most of my friends, my family all served.

SAT scores sent me down a different path,

but I've always had a level of respect for the culture.

My tattoos signify remembrance, admiration.

Mm-hmm.

You're used to getting what you want, huh?

A lifetime of success, that's the only thing you know.

James Reece is used to hunting and killing his prey.

That's what he knows.

Well, I'm glad I have you guys on the case.

Listen, I have meetings, and, uh,

a fugitive task force, not great optics, so...

If you feel my level of security is inadequate,

please post up on the street and, uh, make yourselves cozy.

I'll see that my guys don't give you any trouble.

That sounds great. Thanks.

Never let it get personal, Mac.

Personally, I think the guy's an asshole.

It's not our job to like him. It's our job to protect him.

I appreciate you meeting me on such short notice.

Given the rumors, we thought

we'd nab a profile ahead of the sale.

I imagine a cover on The Atlantic will only

help your final deal price?

It's unlikely to hurt, yes.

You founded Nubellum making drugs for the commercial market.

Namely, Alzheimer's pa...

Dr. Tedesco studied neuroscience at the University of California.

Berkeley. Yes. I got the bio.

I was just wondering why. Why Alzheimer's?

I-I didn't find any family history.

Flowers for Algernon.

Read it in undergrad, and, uh, the thought

of losing one's self became a bit

of a waking nightmare back then.

I suppose I imagined I could change things.

You say "back then."

Do you think you've lost that sense of optimism?

Not at all. Our Human Optimization program

is the culmination of Mr. Tedesco's life's work.

It wasn't until Capstone came on that you shifted

to military nootropics optimizing soldiers.

Some might say that's a fairly cynical application

of your life's work.

Our contracts with the DOD

have made us the industry leader in appetite suppression,

sleep aids, VO2 max agents.

Like I said, a cynical application.