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your men nor your family,

I need to get it out of my head.

[sniffles] Fuck.

Eagle Scouts, Mac. Eagle Scouts. Think they know?

- Let's go, let's go. - Uphill.

You hear that, Reece?

[Mac] We've cornered Reece in a state park

whatever else you want to call it,

but I think you still know I'm not your enemy.

[newswoman] The mudslide, believed to have been caused

[coughs, groans]

♪ For every sailor's son ♪

I think big guy's really hurting.

- if you get sight of the suspect. - [grunting]

If shit pops off out there,

[grunts] Come on, Mac.

[indistinct chatter]

- Mac, Mac, Mac. - [Mac grunts]

[sirens wailing]

It's not gonna fucking work on this guy.

We have heavy weather...

Your pain is over.

You tackle the fucking breacher.

And it might come down to me to make it right.

You keep your men back.

None of us are.

- [coughing] - Shit!