Armed Response

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How was last night?

Yeah, good times.

-You doing okay today, buddy?

-Yeah, I'm all right.

- Smart to come?

- Yeah. Gotta keep the peepers open.

You know...

You know what? I'm just glad

to be back on friendly shores.

-Preach.

-Nothing like winters in the Hindu Kush.

Man.

Proximity alert.

Back to work.

No fucking way.

All right, people.

We're on the clock.

Stack up and move out.

Double-time.

Let's go. Move, let's go.

Come on, let's go, move!

O'Neill.

Alex. Stack.

Ready?

Help me.

Who's there?!

Damn it.

I'm going to beat you!

God! I'm hurting!

I'm hurting!

Doing good, kiddo!

You're so slow!

Here comes papa bear!

Here comes papa bear!

You'd better start speeding up!

You'd better start speeding up!

-Daddy!

-Danielle, use your brakes!

-I can't stop!

-Danielle!

-Brakes! Danielle!

-Daddy!

-Brake!

-Help me!

Hey... Isaac.

I could have killed you.

Sorry, I'm...

been preoccupied.

I understand

better than most.

All right, so what broke?

- That obvious?

- Yeah.

After all these years?

Yeah.

Well, we lost contact

with site nine.

Who's inside?

Thomas, Rainier, Alex...

O'Neill, Tilson.

Any alarms, distress calls?

Quiet as a church mouse.

And the feed was clean

before it cut off.

No, no, no, Langley can

remote-access that.

We tried that.

Completely offline.

Temples don't go offline.

-But no system is perfect, Gabriel.

-Mine is.

It has to be.

But your boys

need your help.

I need your help.

He got him.

Hey, Riley.

-It's nice to see you.

-You, too.

We weren't the same

without the big brain.

Sorry I didn't

return your messages.

You have nothing to apologize

for. Glad your back.

Thank you.

It's nice to be back.

-Brett, what's up.

-Gabriel?

Nice to see you.

Paul Orniaz.

Paul's been helping out

since you were...

- rotated home.

- Okay.

He has

a particular focus.

-Which is?

-You.

Okay, we ready?

Let's do it.

Let's go, we have a three-hour

ride ahead of us.

I've read every one

of your tech briefs 10 times,

but I've never seen

a Temple in action.

They really are

giant lie detectors.

Calling a Temple a lie detector

is like calling the space

shuttle a Cessna, kid.

We built the first in Taloqan.

-Afghanistan.

-Now there's 12 around the world.

Thirteen.

Beijing went online two weeks ago.

Really?

I just can't believe there's

one here on American soil.

Bad guys don't

just work overseas.

You can beat a polygraph by sticking

a tack in your shoe,

and enhanced interrogations

take too long.

Suspects lie.

Computers don't.

Watch and learn.

All I need

is the account number.

If I knew it, you would have it.

He's lying.

He's visualizing

a series of numbers.

It starts with three...

seven...

nine...

four.

So there's nothing you can tell

me about account number 3794?

So when is the attack

going down?

Monday, Wednesday, or Friday?

Tuesday?

Thursday?

Come on, talk.

-Talk.

-Saturday.

-Saturday.

-Saturday.

Thursday? Thursday?

It's Thursday.

Every time you say Thursday,

-his readings spike.

-Thursday?

Temples expose patterns

that we can only theorize about.

I mean, they're not available

to the naked eye...

until now.

Tyler, Saeed,

how we looking?

Free and easy.

Not a creature stirring.

All clear.

Genius, you made it look

just like a prison.

It is a prison.

Sorry?

Ran out of funding

right after it was finished.

It's perfect for our needs.

The Temple in Vienna is inside

an abandoned opera house.

We've had one cruising the

Mediterranean for three years.

See, Temples are systems.

They can be applied anywhere.

Hey.

-Good to see you, Gabe.

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