How you holding up back there?
Holding up.
Shit.
Fuck.
Two left.
Make 'em count.
Watch out!
Damn it.
One left.
Make it count.
Get ready.
Now!
Get inside!
You want to tell me about him?
What for?
Because you and I are soldiers,
and if we don't talk, we rot from the inside out.
Which is neither good for us,
or the job.
Yeah.
I'm fine with rotting.
Okay.
Here's to rotting.
And to making them pay.
World leaders flock to Europe,
eager to get a firsthand glimpse at the groundbreaking technology.
...not available. At the tone, please record your message.
- So, how did Xanadu come to be? - Thanks. Well, I'm just doing my part.
We all have a voice...
I don't need excuses, Hans. I told you I needed the report yesterday.
Thank you.
...not available.
The one event this brat needs to attend, and he can't even show up.
Yes. He didn't reply to any of my calls. I don't know--
I didn't know ignorance was part of your job description.
If I say my brother is needed, I expect him to be there.
Phone.
Fully charged.
As you requested.
Keep an eye on her.
Can't afford to let things get out of hand again.
I like her style.
She reminds me of you.
And that worries me.
She disobeyed direct orders,
jeopardizing my whole operation and my team.
Well, that's what happens
when you let two agents get friendly in the field.
Becomes personal.
Look who's talking, lecturing about getting personal.
Diana.
I heard her name.
She's directly involved in this mess.
I worry you might get too involved as well.
You've got unfinished business.
No one beyond this point.
- Orders from the C-- - Get out of my way.
I suggest you think long and hard about your next answer.
Douglas.
And it better not be "I don't know."
I'm to escort the prisoner to airstrip 12.
Imminent extradition.
He walked in here on his own two feet.
And we walked into his trap.
I lost four of my men today.
Four. We need answers.
Instead, you've only got a body.
- I have to report this to command. - You'll report nothing.
They drop us into this hellhole like flies,
and you expect what?
Strict protocol? Don't be naive.
Easy, Sam.
Terrorists are better off being handled right here in the field
by the likes of us.
Camp Delta.
It's being built as we speak, off the coast of Cuba.
That's where your friend would have ended up.
Rotting away in some cell 8,000 miles from here,
while we serve as glorified cannon fodder.
And... And for what?
So that politicians and lobbyists
can pat each other's back on a job well done?
This war is the trap,
and you're falling right into it.
All yours.
You're my brother, Sam,
but at the end of the day, you've got to choose.
Them or us.
Displace International.
All these years, Shetland has been hard at work
to bury any links to private military companies.
According to my data,
Displace's subsidiary PMC, Black Arrow, was disbanded.
Well, I can assure you, it's still very much alive and kicking.
Whatever intel Lukas had,
it must have been big for Shetland to risk their cover blown over it.
I love puzzles, but that is next level. I love it!
I'll spare you the details.
I can tell you the watch and this tooth are connected somehow. But how?
There's no plug, no visible drive...
Unless...
A clue.
Water.
What's with the spit?
Nature's prime conductor.
Bio encryption requires salinity differentials
to create a current.
Hmm.
And... there.
Genius.
Is it unblocked?
No. Still need some sort of key.
A waveform.
Ah, seriously?
Lukas clearly built this so no one but him could access it.
Or someone close to him.
Hey.
Got a minute?
So, Thunder found a code,
split between the tooth and the watch,
and now he needs a what?
A key. A waveform.
Something to bridge the two sets of data.
Any clues?
McKenna, you're the only one who knew him.
I just scored IDs for Shetland's men.
We should go after them instead of wasting time.
We need the intel before we move.
Proof, motives, probable cause.
Look... I know what it's like.
To lose someone.
And it's even harder to focus when the wounds are fresh.
I can't believe it.
You're my therapist now?
Spare me. I need a beat.
Hey! First time crewing up?
Yep. Hope I don't break anything.
Stay here with me
Tonight
I'm sending out an SOS
It's the real thing, not a test
I'm sending out an SOS
It's the real thing, not a test
Close your eyes
Give me a hand, darling
With all due respect to your boyfriend,
the Bangles' greatest hits? Really?
That was our song. Could it work?
Well, I guess a song is a waveform.
Lukas wanted to make sure only Zinnia would access the files.
Let's see what it means.
They're financial ledgers.
May I?
Okay.
Oh, there. The real ones.
Diana's got two sets.
Our old friend isn't the billionaire she wants the world to think she is.
Xanadu is deep in the red, drowning in it, for lack of a better word.
But what does that get us?
It gets her delisted and a white-collar sentence
to be levied long after she's taken up comfortable residence in a country
lacking any discernible extradition measures.
So, not enough.
What's in the other files?
They're all encrypted, and not by Lukas.
It seems they're a blueprint of a personal device, like a phone.
Code's locked tighter than Fort fucking Knox.
Yeah? Well, even Fort Knox has a door.
Let's find it.
Stop there. That one. Green Gables.
What's in that?
It's just an audiobook.
- Wait... - This one's different.
How did you know? This file's striped.
Meaning?
Meaning we need the original device and this file
to access the data within it.
A phone which can only belong to one person.
- Diana Shetland. - Wait, what?
Jo, can you give us an update on Diana's next public appearances?
Tomorrow. The Grand Hotel, Hamburg.
She's holding a gala event, a private fundraiser.
You ready, Cinderella?
Sounds like we're going to the ball.
Anyone want to tell me what the hell this is all about?
Sam Fisher and the Shetlands...
is a long story.
Di, can you get that?