Chain of Command Page #3

I don't know what

you've been trying to do,

but the devil's in the details.

You ever think

about changing your tactics?

You got any ideas,

let's hear 'em.

The play here is really simple.

The operation's

already been breached.

You can't control that.

It's about damage control

and containment.

Now we turn up the heat.

Webster and Thorne

slipped away.

We focus on family and friends.

Every man...

I don't give a damn how hard you are...

has a breaking point.

That's where we start.

What if he doesn't bite?

He'll bite.

You're damn right he will.

Think about it...

Webster wants revenge

for his brother's death.

He'll bite.

Thorne? Thorne's the lesser

of the two evils, right?

Damn right he is.

We turn the screws on Thorne,

we break him.

You weren't followed, were you?

Of course not. What's going on?

And have you heard from Ross?

Does he know anything?

Well, if we does,

he's not saying anything.

Why didn't Walt come to you

when this first started?

He obviously

didn't want me involved.

There has to be somewhere

we can turn, you know, to get support.

Where?

Who's involved?

Who can we trust?

How far does it go?

We don't know.

We don't even know

what "it" is.

I'm done with this military sh*t.

Yeah.

I just want to collect

my pension, disappear,

and never be heard from again.

Is that too much to ask?

Look, it just doesn't

work that way, all right?

I paid my dues.

I got one eye left.

What more do I have to give?

Sam, I can't use you

if you're gonna start losing it.

Why us?

Why are they comin' after us?

I don't know.

I'm trying to connect

with some guy named O'Brien.

I believe he's involved,

and he can give us some answers.

He was a friend of Cliff's.

How do you know

he's not just a hitman

pretending to be

Cliff's friend?

No, no, he's...

he's really Cliff's friend.

Okay, well,

let's go find him then.

Just right now he's on the run,

but I will track him down.

I hope so.

Look, I'll be right back.

I gotta hit the latrine.

Sam, lock the door.

You know, you picked

the wrong outfit to be trusted.

Who sent you? Talk.

Oh, you gonna give me

the silent treatment?

Sam, needle.

Wait, wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Who's trying to kill us?

If I say anything,

they'll kill my family.

Then I'll just

kill you instead.

No, wait. No, wait!

You better give me something.

Okay, look, all I know

is somehow the military guys are involved.

They're smuggling drugs,

and I don't know anything

beyond that.

It sounds like a bunch of bullshit.

Give me some names.

I told you everything I know.

Somebody sent you

to kill Sam, didn't they?

Who gave the order?

I've said too much already.

Well, maybe next life,

you'll be an honest cop.

We'll get through this.

Hey. Like a Bud, please.

Okay, boss.

Five.

Keep it.

Thanks.

I was wondering

if I could ask you a question.

I'm looking for a guy

named Bill O'Brien.

A mutual friend of ours told me

that this is one

of his hangouts.

Who's asking?

Oh, I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Webster.

Sorry, boss.

I can't help you with that.

Oh, okay.

He ain't around here anymore.

Why's that?

I think he went back

to Ireland.

Back to Ireland? Okay.

What you want

with O'Brien anyhow?

I just need

to ask him some questions.

Then you can ask me.

Uh, but you're not O'Brien,

are you?

And you're not welcome here.

Okay, what? Is this your way

of asking me to leave?

No, I'm telling you

to get the f*** out.

Look, man,

I'm not going to leave

until I finish asking

my questions, all right?

Then I'm gonna ask...

Could you just stop?

Okay? Look,

Please just tell O'Brien

that Jimmy Webster

is looking for him, okay?

Nothing big, okay?

I'll let him know, boss.

Thank you.

You know you're asking

for trouble riding around

in a car rented

in your mother's name, O'Brien.

What the f*** do you want?

That's simple. Some answers.

Put your gun down.

I'm on your side.

And how do I know that?

We're both friends of Cliff's.

Why didn't you speak up

in the bar?

Look, man, I'm just freaked out

right now, all right?

Christ, man,

You always go waving that thing

around like that?

Pretty much.

Too bad about Cliff, huh?

Hey, and sorry

about your brother.

I met Walt through Cliff.

Good guy.

How do you know Cliff?

Me and Cliff were drinking buddies

all through basic.

He's mentioned your name

in passing a couple times.

So how'd you get mixed up

in all this?

One day Ross showed up and offered me

what I thought

was a great opportunity,

be part of some

secret-operations force.

My chance to kick ass.

I was 18 f***in' years old.

How could I turn him down?

Travel, chicks,

anything I needed.

So what's this thing all about?

Collateral damage.

Smoke?

No. Collateral damage for what?

The operation.

Look, dude,

you're being too cryptic.

You really don't know, do you?

Operation Echo.

A drug-trafficking operation.

Ross is one

of the major players.

He's been bringing dope

into the country

by the loads for years.

Think about it.

Opium production in Afghanistan

is bigger now than ever.

Ross was there from the start.

Built up connections over there,

knows all the key players.

Well, how do Walt

and Cliff figure into this?

I hate to break it to you,

but they were part of it.

I knew Walt was hiding something from me,

I just didn't know

it was this dark.

So, uh, what went wrong?

They got over their heads.

We all did.

And Ross isn't the same guy.

We all wanted out,

but we were in too deep.

Ross said anyone turn their backs

on the operation

would pay the ultimate price.

That's when Walt decided

to blow up the whole operation.

Real clever guy, your brother.

He managed to find

where Ross kept his money.

And stole a shitload of it.

Did you see this money?

No.

So this whole thing

is all about money and drugs?

Unfortunately, yeah.

So where is Ross

running his operation?

Out of a warehouse

in the industrial district.

Take me there.

You sure you don't want me

to come in with you?

No, we got it covered.

I just need you

to keep an eye out.

Just give us a call

if Ross comes back, okay?

You got it.

You stay here.

I'll take care of these guys.

You got no arguments from me.

Come on, let's get it done.

I hope you found

what you're looking for.

Sh*t.

Son of a b*tch.

Come on, James.

Answer the damn phone.

Answer the f***ing...

Give me the phone.

Out of the car, a**hole.

I know you're in here.

I know you're in here!

You're right.

Put the gun down.

And that knife of yours.

You used to be

a man of principles.

What the f*** happened to you?

What can I say?

We all make different choices

that lead us

down different paths.

So you choose a path

of drug smuggling,

have my brother killed, and don't think

I'm going to come after you?

You must be smoking

your own sh*t.

You're just

a minor inconvenience.

Oh, am I?

Your brother took my money.

He told you where it is.

So just give it up.

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