The Terminal List: Dark Wolf

Every time you step on that battlefield,

you are not only fighting for your country...

Let's fucking go.

...you are fighting for that man next to you.

Mosul has a new player on the board.

Massoud Danawi.

A notorious weapons facilitator out of Lebanon.

I know who Danawi was meeting with.

Hamid Al-Jabouri.

Now we have a chance to take down a known terrorist.

Agency has lead on all things Al-Jabouri.

Oh, you got to be fucking kidding me.

Jabouri's an asset, isn't he?

Find Al-Jabouri.

We take him alive.

Ben, what the fuck?

We got a key fob.

Bedside table, looks like an initiator to me.

He went for an initiator.

This is some bullshit, sir.

'ttention!

Report.

Hut! Salute!

Lieutenant Hastings, Chief Edwards, reporting as ordered, sir.

- Mo? - Yeah?

You were in the room.

My focus was on the girls.

I didn't see anything.

Okay.

And I was in the third floor hallway when I heard the gunshot.

But I know that Edwards is a sound and trusted operator.

He had to shoot Al-Jabouri to end the fight,

then it was warranted.

- Amen. - Stop.

I appreciate what you boys are doing. I do.

But I did it.

I buried that motherfucker, and I would do it again.

End of story.

I came into the room.

Chief Edwards then informed me that as he tried

to restrain the HVT,

Al-Jabouri fought for Chief Edwards' sidearm,

forcing the chief to fire

- in self-defense. - No.

His reactions were in line with standing ROEs, period.

It won't keep you out of their crosshairs,

but it'll keep you out of prison.

They're covering for each other.

Charlie Platoon heads home in three days,

and Chief Edwards has been confined to quarters.

Confined?

He fucking murdered a protected CIA

- asset, Commander. - Enough!

In order to temper the drama and keep this

from spiraling out of control,

I think we all know the appropriate compromise.

You want to take his bird.

An example needs to be made.

Fifty-eight weeks.

Fifty-eight of the hardest weeks ever designed by man...

...to become a SEAL.

Eight weeks prep.

Three weeks basic orientation.

First three phases, seven weeks each.

SQT, 26 weeks.

Only one in five men

who attempt our pipeline make it through.

Twenty percent.

What it takes to earn this pin

might seem silly to most.

Especially folks like you.

But the Trident is the most tangible sign of membership

to the most exclusive fraternity on planet fucking Earth.

And when my men die,

the dead carry their brothers' Tridents with them to the grave.

So let's be clear.

That's what you're taking from him.

You're not just taking some bird off a man's chest.

You're stripping him of his soul.

The ambassador supports my decision.

Then the Agency agrees,

on one condition.

It can't just be Chief Edwards that burns for this.

We want the chief

and at least one other officer in charge.

It should be me.

They want a lieutenant, it should be me.

He's my friend.

He's my fucking swim buddy.

Yeah, and he's my chief.

I'm the one who put him in that room,

knowing how personal it was.

Ben's as sound as any of us.

Are you sure about that?

You look closely enough,

you'll see those strings vibrating.

What are you talking about, man?

He's finally getting his act together.

Prepping for his E-8 exam. New wife. New life.

Yeah, your life.

That's not Ben figuring his shit out.

That's him wanting what you've got.

And he's not you.

You think for one second I'm gonna let you and Ben take the fall without me,

then you haven't learned shit since our college days, brother.

I'm done.

You're done?

The fuck do you mean, you're done?

I mean I'm ready to get out.

I have been for a while now.

Oh, bullshit.

Raife, you're a frogman. You were born to be a frogman.

Come on, brother. You're the reason I got in the teams.

Yeah, well, there's a time to serve...

...and then there's a time to walk away.

I've just been closer to the latter for a while now.

That's not a reason to leave the fucking teams, Raife.

Yeah, well, that's the one I'm willing to give right now.

Don't leave your platoon to take on ISIS without you.

They're a savage and dangerous enemy.

Alpha needs their leader to face what's coming.

And the teams'll be fine without me, eh?

They got James Reece.

Along with this warfare insignia comes the responsibility...

...of maintaining a moral compass

that reflects the trust

that we put in you to wear it.

You've broken that trust.

Fire it up, boys!

Chief Edwards!

Hooyah, Chief Edwards!

Lieutenant Hastings!

Hooyah, Lieutenant Hastings!

Thank you.

I guess I don't need this after all.

Just so you know,

that's to scale.

Aw...

Nah.

Wait.

Roger that.

I'm getting you back in the teams.

I know.

Watch out for our boy.

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please.

Flight NH658 to Munich

is now ready for boarding.

I am being honest with you, Dad.

It was my decision, okay?

I just... needed you to hear it from me first.

Dad.

The Hastings have been through worse, eh?

Son, we'll fight this.

Yeah.

Well, the fight's over.

We are sorry to inform you

that flight 2404 to Chicago

has been cancelled.

Fuck me.

- I'll call you when I'm back. - Raife.

Fuck.

Cancelled.

This day keeps getting better.

Fuck this.

We deserve a decompression stop anyways.

Hotel's on me.

Yeah?

I got some options before our connecting flight.

Hear me out, please.

Alright. We rent a couple motorcycles

and we take Germany's Black Forest High Road.

Hairpins for days. I got a 100cc Vespa

with your name on it.

If that makes you uncomfortable, I'll let you on the back.

Doesn't like it. That's fine.

Concierge swears by this.

River cruise on the Main.

Most romantic thing you can do in Frankfurt.

Alright, he doesn't like the water. That's fine, too.

Number three. Struwwelpeter Museum.

Creepiest kids book ever written.

Look at this little fucker.

Never trimmed his fingernails. Look at that.

It's disgusting yet enthralling.

Take a peek. For me.

You know, I think you're gonna have to be careful, Chief.

Because I think Amy

is gonna have a proper fucking shit

when she sees that you've spent a month's wages on this hotel.

Let me worry about Amy,

you worry about that next drink.

You know, man, I don't know what to say.

I'm not gonna apologize for what I did to Al-Jabouri.

I'm not.

But I am sorry for what it did to you.

Alright. Next 12 rounds are on me.

Take your time.

Two Blanton's. Neat, please.

Put those drinks on my tab, Julia.

Thank you for your service.