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Previously on The Recruit...

He needs adult supervision,
so I'm sending you to Korea with him.

I'm Grace Cho with NIS.

Come with me, please.

The CIA is definitely
up to something.

We need to get proactive.

So you have 48 hours
to find my wife,

come up with a plan,
and bring her back home.

And don't even think about
trying to betray me.

That would trigger the automatic release
of everything I know.

Owen?

Uh, how are you?

My dad was stationed in Seoul
when I was a kid.

Yoo Jin was my BFF. She was my first kiss.

She was the only person there for me
when my dad got blown up.

I guess I just...
I came here to say... thank you.

They are investigating you
for a possible counterintelligence breach

and me for helping you.

This is Port Louis Station,
the place careers go to die.

There's no operational anythings
around here.

You're gonna take over
Dawn's job in Warsaw.

I want this girl vetted
and in the field ASAP.

Yes, sir.

Lester's asking me to ask you
about using your assets.

Why the fuck is he asking you
about my assets?

Because I needed to use one of his,
and he assumes I have something on you,

which I do.

The hostage is a South Korean national
being held in Russia.

Shit.

- What's... What is g-- Uh, what was that?
- We're taking off.

What? No, I... I gotta get outta here.

- No. Sorry.
- Where are we going?

To have a conversation with the Taliban.

♪ Uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah ♪

♪ Uh-uh, uh-uh ♪

♪ Get it, get it, uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah ♪

- Have you ever been to Qatar?
- No, sir.

But I'm pretty sure
my father spent a few weeks here

after his first tour of duty.

He was at, uh, Al Udeid.

You should bring him a souvenir.

He tripped an IED in Helmand Province
when I was 12.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Wait.

That means this meeting with the Taliban
is gonna bring up some shit for you.

- Why didn't you say anything earlier?
- I... Because I have a job to do.

You said that the one guy
that can help save my hostage is here,

so I don't exactly have time
to be getting all in my feelings.

- "Getting all in your feelings"?
- Correct.

That's, uh, admirable, you know.
But it's a bunch of bullshit.

Because you have zero control

over when your body decides
to get all in your feelings.

Trust me.

In another life, I was Special Forces.
I lost people.

My feelings, they show up
whenever the fuck they feel like it.

And all you can do
is not let them control you.

Now that's taken me years to get to.

So I need to know
that you are up to the task,

because I'm trying
to bring four Americans home here,

and if your trauma is gonna jeopardize
my mission, I will leave you in this car.

I can control them.

Good.

- Doesn't that bother you?
- What?

Doing deals with devils?

"Devils"?

Angels aren't exactly
in the kidnapping business, Owen.

Jang Kyun!

Did you hear me?

Mm-hmm.

Pay the utility bill.
Pick up the new rice cooker.

- Mm.
- Water your plants.

And don't ask Mrs. Cho next door
about her deadbeat son anymore.

I added the last one.

No fooling.

- Can't you stay?
- Mm-mm.

Don't start. You know I have to.

What's the American saying?

"Absence makes
the heart grow fonder."

That would be impossible
in my case.

Oh? Are you already too fond of me?

Mm.

It's different this time.

The trip is too risky.

I'll be careful.

I promise.

Hmm?

And I pay the jopok good money
to keep me safe.

Great.

My wife's safety
is in the hands of the Korean mob.

No, I'm in your hands right now.

Now, either help me pack
or cook breakfast. You choose.

But, honey, I'm so hungry right now.

Mr. Wallace, sir,
Lord Bonner-Jones is waiting. Follow me.

Thomas.

Welcome to Qatar.

- Oliver.
- Oh God.

- Yes. Hey. There we are.
- I love what you've done with the place.

Yes, well, renovations were started
by a minor prince,

but he backed the wrong horse
in the Arab Spring and...

I then won it in a card game.

Thought it would be a perfect spot
for a secret negotiation.

- Is Halifa here?
- Uh, yes, yes. He's downstairs.

Now, he is in a little bit of a tizz.

ISIS-K attacked his convoy
on the way out of the country, so...

I'm s-- Really sorry about that.

This is Owen Hendricks.
He hitched a ride to come talk to you.

Oh. Happy to help a friend of a friend.
Are you with the State Department as well?

- No, I'm a lawyer with the Agency.
- Oh, right. A lawyer.

- No, I am.
- Oh, yes, course you are.

Seriously, I...

Sorry. I gotta take this.

- Yo.
- Don't "yo" me. I need a status update.

Have you found my wife yet?

I'm literally in the middle of trying
to get that answer for you right now.

There's this guy who knows a guy
who he's about to get into it with.

You sound like the subtitles
of a bad Mafia film.

I gotta go. I'll call you
the second I have something.

- Wait!
- Saifuddin. Hello.

Thank you for making the trip.

I almost canceled.

My people are closing ranks.
IS-K is coming in hard from the right.

- If anyone hears I'm talking to you--
- They will not.

I want you to know, I deeply appreciate
you making our conversation a priority,

because I do truly believe...
that we can find common ground.

So...

shall we?

Please.

You wanted to talk to me?

Yes, um... a lot of travel.

Jet lag's killing me.

Ah, yes.

But, yes,
um, more importantly,

I need your help
locating a South Korean woman

who was kidnapped on Sakhalin Island
by the Russians.

Oh.

Yeah. Mm.

What?

Mm, well, Russia,
it's a bit dicey for me at the moment.

My friend in Moscow
is no longer my friend in Moscow.

I, uh, had relations with his sister.

Uh, sisters.

- Not at the same time.
- No judgment. I get how that's awkward.

- Mm.
- But this is a top-priority ask.

National security is at stake.

So what can I do to get you to reach out,
smooth things over, and get me an answer?

Well, you can't.

Come on.

And even if you could, it would be, ooh,

blisteringly expensive.

- Sorry. Could you just give me a second?
- Yes, of course.

Excuse me.

- Don't ever hang up on me again.
- Let me ask you something.

Is it weird if a bodyguard
leaves his protectee's side

during a face-to-face with the adversary?

- What? Where are you?
- Looking for your wife.

The where will just confuse you.

Now he's texting someone.

And now he's putting earplugs in.
That's definitely weird, right?

A bodyguard should be
on full sensory alert at all times.

A man with a gun puts in earplugs
when he knows it's about to get noisy.

Shit.

Tom!

Look out!

Oh shit.

So much for a secret meeting!

Man down!

Keep him covered!

Not good.

Go! Go!

No! No! No, this way! Come on!

Okay.

We need to find Tom. We'll help him.

No, no, no. Wrong. No.

We are the ones
that move the chess pieces.

We do not run around the board.

So what, we just wait
until they rescue us?

Well, now you're beginning
to get the measure of it, yeah?

That's them.

Clear the room and meet me outside!

Copy.

Clear.

My kind of lawyer.

There you are, sir.

ISIS fighters are down.

Halifa bugged out... and we should too.

Yeah.

♪ Troubles run like rivers ♪

♪ Hold onto my shoulder
How can I say no to you? ♪

Ooh. [chuckles] Hey.

Sorry to just drop by, but I think I got
a package delivered here by accident.

Uh, y-- yeah, you could say that.

I've been doing a little bit
of retail therapy.

Still no furniture?

My credit cards are totally maxed out
at the moment.

And Owen won't even discuss it.

Hey, uh, I heard

you were at the Rubell Museum
last night with a boy.

- From who?
- I protect my sources.

But DC is a small town
with eyes everywhere.

His name is Jae.

He's not a boy. He's a client.

What?

The Rubell is the place
you take your first dates

to make sure they got good taste.

So, is this a thang?

No. I'm a professional.

But he is super charming
and funny and attractive.

And I think about kissing him a lot.

You know, that's not illegal in DC.
Trust me, I've checked.

No, but it's morally questionable.

Okay, but I'm done talking about me.
Let's talk about you.

- How's the hunt for a new roommate going?
- It's not.

Owen's barely been here since you left.

Tsk. He still thinks
you're gonna move back in.

Okay, well, I'm not moving back in.

I know.

And you shouldn't.

What you should do...
is Fifty Shades of Jae.

Look, would you stop
denying yourself happiness already?

If for no other reason
but to get Owen out of your system.

I'm fine. And trust me.

I have no doubt that Owen's busy
messing up another woman's life right now.

Oh, Ms. Salazar, there you are.

We were having a hard time
getting you to come to us,

so we thought we'd come to you.

Close the door. Have a seat.

Of course.

How can I help you?

We're looking for clarity.

How well do you know Owen Hendricks?

Well, he's worked here...
...what, three weeks? Maybe four?

So, not well.

Yet, during that time, the two of you
began a romantic relationship.

We went out a couple of times. I ended it.

Why?

Because.

Listen, while this is
a fascinating line of inquiry,

I'm not sure how my dating life falls
under the purview of counterespionage.

- Oh, it... it doesn't.
- Unless you were dating a traitor.

Is that an accusation,
or are you just fishing?

So when Mr. Hendricks called you
in the middle of the night from Geneva,

was that a booty call,
or did he need something work-related?

I'm not prepared to speak on that
at this time.

Because it involves Hannah Copeland?

Uh, you took Mr. Hendricks' call,
and then you went to his...

well, their apartment.

Did you know
Ms. Copeland's ex-boyfriend, Jeff Gilbert,

recently got fired from the White House
for leaks?

No... but I'm not sure how that's relevant.

Were you involved
in Ms. Copeland's arrival in Geneva

and her subsequent appearance
at Ramstein Air Base

after Mr. Hendricks was wounded?

I'm not prepared to answer that
at this time.

Just so we're clear,
am I under criminal investigation?

We're not prepared to answer that
at this time.

We'd recommend transparency here,
Ms. Salazar.

Anything less has a certain odor to it.

Noted. But I don't have anything to add
that can help you at this time.

Okay. Thank you for your time.

Hey, so what happens to Halifa now?

Ah. A violent power play if ISIS-K manages
to get word back that he met with me.

And if that happens,
I'll have to start from scratch.

It'll add months, at a minimum,
to bringing our people home.

- There's good news.
- Yeah?

I just called my Russian contact,
smoothed things over.

I owed you for saving my life.

He's made a few quick calls,

and he discovered that the Russians
did not abduct any South Korean women.

- Recently, anyway.
- And you trust this guy?

Yeah. He was adamant.
And I paid him extra for honesty.

- Did he have any idea who did take her?
- No. Sorry.

Now, look, I am off to Macau.

And if you need anything...
well, call me. Hmm?

I mean that.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Thomas, lovely to see you.

I can honestly say,
never a dull moment with you, is there?

Oh, I love you too, Your Lordship.

Get over here.

- All right. That's enough. Quite enough.
- Good.

All right.

- All right. Let's go.
- Hello?

I have the intel
that you asked for.

Yeah, that Russia doesn't have her?
I already got that.

Good for you,
but I know who does.

Who?

Pay me my money and then I will tell you.

How about I double your money
and you tell me right now?

How about you double it

and then I will tell you
when you hand me my fucking money?

Hey! Any chance you could drop me off
somewhere on the way to DC?

No.

Well, then, uh... this is where I leave you.

You are a good man in a tight spot, Owen,
but you got issues you gotta work through.

Yes, sir.

Take care of yourself. Good luck.
Let's get the fuck outta here.

Someone took out
a bunch of Russian mobsters

at a strip club yesterday.

Any rumors on who could have done that?

Kitchens.

Hey, buddy.

I need you to bring Nichka
200K in cash right now.

Okay, A, fuck, and B, no.

Have you been making promises
to my assets behind my back?

No, she found out that I was the one
asking about the Korean and she called me.

You should've hung up the phone
and called me.

Well, I don't have
hang-up kind of time now.

If you're gonna give me grief,

I will have the ask
come from the director himself.

- You're bluffing.
- I'm not.

Fine. You still owe me an asset.

I... I talked to Dawn.

She said she was gonna hook you up.
I swear.

I... I just... Look, I need
the intel that Nichka has ASAP.

Can you get it done? Please?

I'm on it.

How the fuck does Owen go
from being in the doghouse

to being the director's BFF?

Mm-mm. Maybe he hasn't.

Right? Maybe he's just so toxic
that the director is sacrificing him

to remedy something more toxic.

Either way, I have to go
give a shit ton of cash to Nichka.

- Where are these requisition forms?
- Oh, it's quite a career path you're on.

From OGC lawyer
to Owen's personal errand boy.

I've got some dry cleaning waiting
if you wanna go pick that up too.

This island is seriously
the middle of nowhere.

You're definitely being warehoused.

Guess who I got a call from yesterday?

Hendricks.

Imagine my surprise
getting a call from a fucking dead man.

How hard is it to kill a lawyer?

That's what you get
when you have to hire a third-party local.

If you don't care about deniability,
I can take a run at him myself.

No. We need to take a beat.

Make sure he's not onto us.

- What's he doing in Korea anyway?
- I don't know.

We were both sidelined
pending the CEG investigation.

How the hell did he get back in the game?

Maybe he cut a deal with CEG.
Sold you out.

If he did, I'd be in handcuffs.

No. We made an agreement.

Mutually assured destruction.

Which you broke immediately
by trying to kill him.

Yeah, because the only way
to ensure his long-term silence is death.

If he wasn't such a Boy Scout,
he'd be trying to take me out.

Gilbane.

- Still waiting on those assets.
- I told Langley I'm working on it.

- And Owen told you to get it done.
- I don't work for Hendricks.

Yeah, he was just a messenger.

You're in deep enough shit, you need
to be making friends, not enemies.

You wanna be my friend, Lester?

I do not,
but I am too tired to make enemies.

All I'm trying to do here is get a win
so I can go back to being a lawyer.

Nobody wants to be a lawyer.

And don't try to play me.

That office you're sitting in
is the pathway to Moscow Station.

That's right.

It is.

So if you wanna get anywhere
in this agency,

you better put some respect on my name.

You have a clue
what Hendricks is doing in Korea?

Oh, that's news to me.

Last I heard,
he was tethered to a desk in Langley.

Now get me an asset, a good one.

Or I'll pull the fire alarm with the DO.

You hear that? "Good asset"?

Think Hendricks told him
about your con?

I think we can't afford
to wait and find out.

We gotta go to DEFCON 2.

You said we were taking a beat.

Conditions on the ground have changed.

We need to pivot.

To what?

So, now you wanna be Moscow Station chief?

I sure as hell like that more
than being Owen's errand boy.

I was kidding about that.

You got outta the operations game
for a reason.

Yeah, well, now I'm back in it.

With a second chance to be a rock star.
And I'm gon' take it.

Oh! Uh... Hey.

- Uh...
- Hey.

- Do we have a meeting or--
- No, no, no. Um...

I just brought these fiduciary forms
for you to sign, but it can wait.

Oh, no. It's okay. It's...

Let me, uh... throw on some pants.

- Come on in. Yeah.
- Okay.

I, uh, thought
you were the concierge.

I asked for more towels.

Yeah.

Sorry to bust in on you. I...

So the papers?

Yes.

All right.

Um...

So there's something else
I wanted to talk to you about.

- Uh-huh.
- A, um--

A conflict of interest has come up.

Did your firm meet
with one of my competitors?

I know OIDA has been
kicking the tires in DC, but--

No, nothing like that.

It's me.

I'm the problem.

Um...

I've been wanting
to spend more time with you

than maybe is appropriate
for a client-counselor relationship.

Mm.

I'm glad you brought it up,

'cause... I've been having the same problem.

What should we do about it?

♪ I'll pay my debts ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪

I'm...

- I'm open to suggestions.
- Hmm.

'Cause as I see it,
there's two options here.

- Hmm.
- One is we, uh... keep our distance.

Keep things, uh... strictly professional.

And the other option?

Let's find out.

♪ Or am I keeping mine? ♪

♪ Am I keeping mine? ♪

♪ Something in the sky turns black ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Start another fire, I guess ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Something in the sky turns black... ♪

♪ Start another fire, I guess ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪

- Hi.
- Fuck!

What are you doing in here?

Officially?

Planting new bugs,

because you allegedly flushed the ones
NIS placed on your arrival.

- Did you?
- What?

Flush those bugs.

Of course.

And plant new ones.

Of course,
but I haven't activated them yet.

Like I didn't activate the first ones.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's that?

Ten thousand dollars.

But I couldn't get the BTS tickets.

Seriously?
The government couldn't get the BT...

You know what? I'm not touching that.
Even in pretend.

Whether you touch it or not,

Grace is expecting results.

You better give me something
I can hand over to her.

Like a better reason
you and Owen came to Korea.

- That would be ideal.
- Then make something up.

Something that'll scratch her itch
in the short term.

Because you have a shelf life
of about a week

before we either get your wife back
or this all blows up in your face.

In the meantime, I still need
to give my boss some real NIS intel.

That was the deal for helping you.

No, the deal was I don't do shit
until I see progress rescuing my wife.

Okay.

Okay. Relax.

Owen should be landing soon
with an update.

And honestly... I'm not sure
what kind of a sob story you told him,

but if anything, he's too invested.

I have to go.

No problem. Come back anytime.

I will.

I didn't mean that.

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to Seoul, Korea...

Hey, boys.

How are you tonight?

- Right.
- Help me understand.

You were in Seoul for barely a day
before flying back to Washington.

And now, two days later,
you're back again.

Only your flight arrives not from DC,
but from Qatar.

And yet, there's no record
of you flying from DC to Qatar.

I know. It's a crazy amount of travel.
The jet lag is killing me.

The jet lag isn't the point.

The lying is.

I'm not lying.

The HR matter I'm investigating

required that I engage in sensitive
face-to-face conversations at Langley.

What I gleaned led me to a high-level
CIA employee stationed in Doha.

I hitched a ride there on a C-130.

Just bureaucratic cost-saving measures.
You know how it goes.

I don't, really.

In fact, I'm quite invested
in throwing any resources necessary

at finding out if you are
an undeclared intelligence officer.

Because, at this point,

I relish the thought
of having you deported.

Not today... though.

Right? 'Cause I am a lawyer.

And you don't have anything
that says otherwise.

So I would love to be on my way.

I'm sure you would.

Psyops, or psychological operations,
are very tricky to navigate legally.

- Owen?
- No, it's Walter.

Sir. Why are you calling me
from Owen's office?

I'm not.

Um...
...we never spoke tonight.

What didn't we speak about?

CEG being on the way to your house.

Oh fuck. Now?

Imminently.
They're bringing SPS with them.

They're searching for anything
connected to the Meladze op.

Might wanna make yourself presentable.

Yes, sir. I gotta go.
Thank you for not calling.

The graymail case of Max Meladze
took a turn today

when it was revealed
that there's an eyewitness t--

Come on, come on, come on.

Ms. Salazar.

It's late. Ah. Excuse me.

Check the car and the garage.

Hey!

What is this about?

A little birdie told us
you give unauthorized media interviews

in your house.

We came to see for ourselves.

I think you've been misinformed.

I built a fake news studio
in my guest room

so that I could practice
giving interviews,

so that in the future,
when I no longer work at the OGC,

I can exercise my constitutional right
as an American to make money

as a TV personality.

Yes, I know that it's weird,
but it is not against Agency policy.

Maybe not,

but removing classified intelligence
to your home for private purposes... is.

I haven't.

I wouldn't.

Did you ever bring Mr. Hendricks home
to practice with him?

Let me ask you some questions.

CEG's mandate is to root out traitors
and moles inside the Agency, yes?

Yes.

And yet, you had no idea

that Max Meladze had compromised
a senior case officer, Xander Goi.

She was skilled in deception.

Is that how she slipped past
your polygrapher?

That's pretty shocking incompetence.

He's been disciplined.

As a scapegoat to hide your fuck-up?

Is that why you're being so zealous?
Or is it worse?

Are you involved in a conspiracy
to defraud the Agency

of a proper accounting
of an op gone horribly wrong?

One born out of your failure
to catch a literal spy inside the Agency?

There's no need
to throw around wild accusations.

Mere speculation.

But given the seriousness
of your investigation,

I feel obligated to prepare a memorandum
to the General Counsel

outlining every last one of CEG's failings

that laid the groundwork
for the Meladze op disaster.

That won't be necessary.

It's our job to be thorough.

I feel we've exhausted this avenue.

Officers?

Let's shut it down. We're leaving.

For now.

What can I get you?

A redo on our reintroduction.

A beer, maybe.

Owen.

You came back.

Yeah. I told you I would.

What?

Nothing. It's just...
you look so much like your dad.

So what are you doing back in Seoul?
You said something about work?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm in town for a...
...client.

I am a lawyer.

You?

Yeah, I know. It's pretty unlikely.

It seems crazy.

Although, you were always good
at talking your way out of trouble.

And into it.

Life is fucking weird.

You're the lawyer,

and I'm the one working for tips,
waiting for my band to hit.

What's the name of your band?

We're actually between names right now
and lead singers.

How's your dad doing?
He still have the fishing trawler?

Just barely.

It's harder to make money
than it used to be.

So what kind of lawyer are you?

Obviously, a fancy one
if you're flying across the world.

Sadly not. No. I, um...
I got recruited into government work.

You don't have to play it down
to make me feel better.

You clearly have your shit together.

Oh, I really don't... have my shit together.
I mean, at all.

I'm actually kind of a

mess right now.

What's going on?

The more that I try
to get my life under control,

the more it just spins away from me.

Yeah, but I passed Tapgol Park today.

Do you remember?
It's where we were when my mom...

Of course I remember.

You just kept saying I was gonna be okay.

♪ I have seen the stars
In the Nicaragua sky... ♪

I was 12.

- ♪ You are only human... ♪
- Back then, I believed it.

♪ And yet so divine ♪

♪ I... ♪

Is that my phone?

Uh...

You've been blowing up.

I was trying to put it on silent
so it wouldn't wake you.

Did you read this?

Okay,

full disclosure

"bae" caught my eye.

Hmm.

Who's Terence?

Another jilted ex?

He's my best friend.

- And he's holding out for Harry Styles.
- Oh.

Do I... have to worry
about you being the jealous type?

No. Not at all.

Hmm...

Okay, mostly no.

But, um...

I've been the rebound guy before,
and it was rough.

So...

fuller disclosure,

I saw "bae" and worried it was from Owen.

- Ah.
- But that's totally over, right?

Yes. Very much over.

Trust me, when it comes to Owen and women,
it's over before it even gets started.

Okay.

Phew!

Can you... ever... forgive me

for my momentary lapse of judgment?

Yeah, honestly,
I don't need needy right now.

I'm finished giving people
the benefit of the doubt.

So if you can't stay out of my shit
and just be honest with me,

then I don't think this is gonna work out.

You're right.

100%. I had a moment of weakness.

I put my own previous dating drama on you,
but it won't happen again.

I promise.

Okay.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I am... all...

about putting your needs first.

Mm...

So, um, what do you need?

Breakfast.

Yeah.

Yeah.

- You sure you weren't followed?
- I'm sure.

Is that my money?

You ever go behind my back

to an Agency lawyer again,
we're gonna have a real problem.

It worked. I am getting paid.

Where's the Korean woman?

I do not know where she is,
but I know who has her.

The Yakuza.

I gotta take this. Sorry.

Hey.

Call me back on this number
from a hard line.

Hey, uh, do you have, like, a bar phone?

- Oh.
- Yeah, yeah. That's perfect.

Just a second.

- Yo.
- The Yakuza have her.

Uh...

As in the Japanese mob?

Yeah.

Does that mean
they're holding her in Japan?

No idea.

I have no other intel
than what I just told you.

Thanks.

- Everything okay?
- I have no idea.

It's kind of normal these days though.

Um, where's your restroom?

Um, in the back.

Be right back.

Shit!

When were you gonna tell me
that you were back?

Dude, you scared the shit out of me.

You think this is a joke? You work for me.

And I'm gonna destroy the CIA
if I think that you're playing me.

Look, man, I get that you're antsy,
but I flew nine hours,

only to be yanked off the plane
and grilled by your boss for another two.

I needed a drink and a breather
before I talked to you.

Do you think the Russians
are giving my wife a breather?

No, because they do not have her.
The Yakuza does.

You're positive?

Yeah, I trust my source.

Mostly. They don't know
where she's being held.

This is my fault.

What?

Hey!

- What's happening?
- Um...

I'm sorry. I... I gotta go.

Ah shit.

Stay in the car.

- You lied to me.
- What? No!

What are we doing here?

Getting answers.

Hey! Let's slow it down, all right?

I know you're upset,
but there's no need to...

Why are you doing this? Stop!

You said the Russians took my wife.

They did!

Shut up, you fucking bastard!

She paid you protection money,
and you sold her to the Yakuza.

No.

Which clan?

Tell me or I drop you.

- Wait! Wait! Wait!
- Tell me! Tell me!

- Wait!
- Are you going to tell me now?

Wait! Wait! Okay!

Okay, I'll tell you.

The Yamazaki clan.
Eastern Russia is their territory.

Where are they holding her?

That part, I don't know.

I don't know. I swear.

I swear! I swear!

Fuck!

- You did not have to do that!
- I couldn't risk him talking about this.

But how does the Yakuza having her
make it your fault?

- Not now.
- No, yes. Now.

Do you know the expression
"follow the money"?

Yeah, of course.

It's the heart of intelligence gathering.

But it's reactive
and increasingly difficult,

so we decided
to create our own money to follow.

What, a cryptocurrency?

Yes. Digital money
with a tracker hidden in the code.

The only problem was

how do we get terrorists
and organized crime to start using it?

Your... your wife's bribes?

Yes.

I suggested to use her NGO

to inject marked crypto
into the bloodstream of our enemies.

Wait, no.

I thought that NGOs were off-limits
to intelligence agencies as a cover.

- They are.
- What, but she agreed to let you?

She didn't know. It was safer that way.

I believed that the true nature
of the crypto was undiscoverable.

But if the Yakuza found out...
and they traced it back to her NGO...

Then I was clearly wrong.

I can't believe I fell for it.

"She's my whole world.
Nothing matters to me except for her."

I'm a fucking moron.

I thought you were selfless.

- Risking everything for someone you loved.
- I am.

No, only because you put the target
on her back in the first place.

She is probably... in a basement somewhere

being tortured, for information
she doesn't even know, because of you,

the love of her life.

What the fuck do you know about love?
You're a child.

I know that using your wife
to get ahead at work ain't it.

Good luck getting her back without me,
because I am done.

No, you're not.

You can hate me if you want,

but I got 20 years of joint secrets
hanging around your neck.

- Like a goddamn leash.
- Yeah?

My boss isn't gonna give a shit
about any of that

when I tell him
that the NIS created a traceable crypto.

You idiot.

The CIA created it with us.

Bullshit.

And here
is where it gets worse.

The crypto that we have created together...
has gotten popular with civilians,

which means your government
is not only spying on the bad guys...

...they're tracking ordinary Americans.

Which means the CIA

is gonna do anything and everything
to keep that secret from ever getting out.

So,

if I say jump,

you say...

I said, when I say jump, then you--

What the fuck are you doing?

Taking control.