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Previously on The Recruit...

Nan Hee's being held at the most dangerous place in Russia.

In order to rescue your damsel in distress,

we're gonna need some intel about where she's being held.

Luckily, we have an asset that can track her down.

- Who are they? - Agency peeps that tried to kill us.

So they have operational expertise.

You want me to green-light a covert mission into Russia?

No. I already have a tactical team in place led by Dawn Gilbane.

Get it done.

We have to get out of Korea right now.

I know someone with a boat.

Let's go get your wife back.

♪ Sinew exploding from chrome hooves Where we're going, we don't... ♪

This, this is the Bigwang.

Okay, I got it. I got it. I got it.

♪ He looks a little long In the gold tooth ♪

♪ Watch-watch my steed... ♪

♪ Go-go far-far ♪

♪ Watch-watch my-my... ♪

Heads up. Coast guard's incoming.

♪ Watch-watch my-my steed-steed Go-go far-far ♪

♪ Watch my steed go far ♪

♪ Go! ♪

♪ Look at him go ♪

♪ Look at him go... ♪

♪ Look at him go... ♪

Ah, fuck.

- What are you doing? - It's Nichka. Shut up.

Hey, now is not a great time.

I am here, heading for the Yakuza compound.

Fucking great. We're in the harbor. Holler back when you make contact.

- "Holler back"? - I don't know.

Good morning, sir.

Do you speak Korean?

Uh... English?

Da... English.

What is the purpose of your business in Russia?

Fishing.

Uh, we are part of, uh...

a small Korean fishing, uh, collective

to... to make expand, uh... market.

And how will you be covering my fee?

Fee?

Uh... American dollar.

Give me some money.

Give me one more. One more.

We pay.

Thank you.

Let's go.

Shit.

Hey, thanks for doing this.

What up? I'm Owen.

No names.

Right.

All right, I'm gonna call you Beef Stew, that's Dimples,

Miss Thang, and Little Red Corvette.

What? I'm working on it.

Don't touch.

I hope you brought enough for everyone.

If this turns into a shooting war, we lose.

Success will depend on stealth and speed.

In and out... before they even know we were here.

As long as Nichka comes through with a quality recon,

we might actually pull this thing off.

They are going to die ugly.

We need to protect ourselves and the Agency when they do.

Which is why Ms. Salazar is going to non-paper us.

Amelia?

"These are the facts as of the date above."

"Owen Hendricks and Lester Kitchens were authorized

to look into a personnel matter in the Republic of Korea."

"Communication was lost 24 hours ago, and those actors have gone rogue."

"Therefore, any actions after yesterday's date are, in our view,

not sanctioned by the Central Intelligence Agency."

Now that we are legally covered...

...what are you doing to contain this nightmare?

Sir, I am working diligently to ascertain the whereabouts

of Officer Kim and the American agents.

Deputy Director Cho, don't bullshit me.

Officer Kim and the Americans have run a covert operation under our nose,

and you've allowed this to happen.

Yes, sir. And I am making progress with the Agency lawyer we have in custody.

Make it fast.

The CIA has sent another lawyer to bring him home.

We need a path to success before that happens.

Do you understand, Deputy Director Cho?

I won't let you down.

See that you don't.

If you don't have this under control until we have to let that lawyer go,

you'll be the one occupying that cell.

Do you understand?

Who are you?

Oh, my name is not yours to know.

But my job is.

I am Krysha. You know what this means?

Russian Mafia enforcer.

Yes.

The same Mafia that allows you to operate inside of our country.

I have been sent by the Obshchak to yell at your boss.

So unless you want my people to turn your clubhouse into a crater,

you will take me to him.

This is all a misunderstanding.

I informed our local contact--

So you say, but even if true, he kept that news to himself,

and now he rests in pieces.

And I have been given his territory,

including a share of the Korean aid workers

that you kidnapped on Russian soil.

And for your sins, I will be taking an extra 10% of the cut.

That is unreasonable.

We didn't kidnap her for ransom.

She learned of a pending drug shipment. We needed to keep her quiet.

And is that deal now complete?

Yes.

Then take me to her so I can see if she is still worth anything.

These conditions are deplorable.

I mean, there's barely any banchan. Uh, where's the kongjaban, for God's sake?

You can have all the side dishes you like

if you give me just an ounce of cooperation.

Mm-hmm.

Look, I like you, Grace,

despite the current drama.

In another life, I would've made a series of grand romantic gestures,

which you would have entertained but ultimately rejected.

And I would've been forced to make peace with that so we could be besties.

But we can't be besties in this life, Grace.

And I would love to give you a nugget of useful but harmless information

to make up for all the subterfuge, but I can't,

because the second the handcuffs went on,

I switched to input-only mode.

Otherwise, I end up in a cell back home.

So kindly add some more side dishes to my input for the next meal.

'Kay?

'Kay.

Actually, that's pretty good.

It's Mission Prep 101.

No civilians.

Tough shit. It's her boat.

And she's got skin in the game, so if she wants to stay... she stays.

Or we lock your side piece in the bathroom until all this is over.

- Fuck you. - Whoa, whoa, okay.

Let's turn it down a notch, all right?

There is nothing about this operation that is by the book.

So we just need to roll with it.

There's not even anything we can really game-plan.

- Not until-- - Nichka calls.

What up, blondie?

You have problems.

- Did you find Nan Hee? - Yes, but it is a fortress.

The only way you could get in to rescue her

is with light armor and an infantry division.

Is she all right?

No. Her cell is a coffin, and they have clearly beaten her.

The trauma will never leave, but I saw no lasting physical injuries.

Be more specific, uh, about the location. There has to be a way to get to her.

There isn't.

Uh, it is a fortified building in a marina that they control.

I counted 30 men, but I would assume there are twice that many.

Even if you could get inside, it is a maze of staircases and hallways.

You would get bogged down in a firefight.

- Are they suspicious of you? - No.

I jacked them up for a piece of the ransom,

but they claim you shot down their ask?

Well, yeah, they asked for a crazy amount. We--

It doesn't matter now.

Our only play is to go back to them as the K&R guys

and say that we got the company to come up with more cash.

- But we can make them bring her to us. - Hmm.

International law prohibits K&R companies from doing any business on Russian soil.

- It's American sanctions. - He's right.

You get the Yakuza on the water with a reduced force,

we sneak on board, drop the bad guys, and get the hostage.

- At which point, we head out to open sea. - Nichka, can you hang back with them?

Give us a heads-up if things start popping off?

As long as my money is real.

- Yeah, it is. - Then make the call.

Kenta, my man. It's Mike Fisk from the K&R company.

Boy, do I have good news for you.

Tell you what... I wish this swap was tonight.

Daylight increases the risk factor by a hundred.

It is what it is.

We gonna talk about what happens next, if we actually manage to survive this?

You mean because of the whole... trying-to-kill-me thing?

Yeah.

Here's what I'll say.

You help me secure my future,

I won't have to worry so much about my past.

Fair enough.

But...

...if you ever

try that again,

I'll cut your fucking head off.

Also fair.

Are you scared?

Yeah, of course I'm scared.

I'm way out of my comfort zone here. I'm a lawyer, for fuck's sake.

I'm not buying it, Owen.

Chaos and peril has always been your comfort zone,

especially after your dad died.

Yeah, but... that doesn't mean I'm not scared.

It's better that than

sad.

♪ Been a while ♪

♪ Oh, it′s been a while ♪

♪ I still see you on my ceiling... ♪

A wise person once said

that grief is all the unspent love we carry for those we've lost.

♪ It's enough to steal me away... ♪

It's okay to be sad.

♪ It′s been a while ♪

- ♪ It's enough to ♪ - ♪ Steal me away ♪

♪ Oh, whoa, oh ♪

- ♪ It′s been a while ♪ - ♪ Oh, whoa, oh ♪

I'm here. You're safe.

What if I fail?

I've been so desperate to find redemption in Jang Kyun's love story, but...

what if it's just another selfish quest that hurts everyone around me?

Better to fight for love than abandon it.

Hey.

Couldn't sleep?

Yeah, that's a stupid question.

Look, I can't imagine what you're going through.

But as your friend, I...

Correction, as a lawyer for the agency that you're blackmailing to help them

and, you know, who's kind of become your friend...

...I think that you should stay here.

The rescue needs to be clinical, not emotional.

We can say that you got sick. We can say that you missed your flight.

You'd have to kill me to stop me from going to get my wife back.

Yeah, I... I figured you would say that, but if she gives you up--

She won't.

YOU DON'T KNOW ME

I'm not your friend, Owen.

I would kill you to save her in a heartbeat.

Yeah, I know.

But you wouldn't admit that unless we were buds.

As much as I appreciate you helping me,

the only person I trust to bring her home is me.

I will save her... or die trying.

Sir.

This is a non-conversation.

Our people at the place did not just send word

of a one-hour countdown to the non-operation.

Understood... I think.

I'm getting a little bit lost in all the negatives.

Mm.

Since it's not happening, operational oversight will be absent.

But there might be a video link in SCIF-13B,

which is closed for maintenance.

I appreciate the heads-up, sir,

but, um, I'm through being dragged by that undertow.

I have a lot of work I need to focus on.

Probably for the best.

Fuck.

Waste of time.

As soon as they open that briefcase, it all goes to shit.

Then you better show up before I have to.

Press this when you see the hostage. We'll be there in 45 seconds.

Copy that.

- I'll see you on the other side? - Oh, you better.

Although, the tragic death of my first love

at the hands of the Yakuza would make a kick-ass origin story.

That's the spirit.

All right, Corvette, don't fuck this up.

♪ Early this morning ♪

♪ When you knocked upon my door ♪

♪ Early this morning ♪

♪ When you knocked upon my door ♪

♪ And I said, "Hello, Satan, I..." ♪

♪ "I believe it is time to go" ♪

♪ Me and the devil... ♪

Howdy, boys.

- No need for the hardware. - ♪ Walking side by side... ♪

All right.

Oh, whoa, whoa. No money till we see the hostage.

♪ By the highway side ♪

♪ So my old evil spirit ♪

♪ Can Greyhound bus that ride ♪

♪ So my old evil spirit ♪

♪ Can Greyhound bus that ride ♪

Kenta.

Happy that we could make this work.

You gonna introduce me to your friend?

No.

- Let me see the money. - Let's see the woman first.

Please.

Here we go.

Aid worker Kim, I am Jung Si-Woo.

YOU DON'T KNOW ME

We have come to pay for your release.

English.

I'm just telling her that we're here to buy her release.

Abort. Abort. Abort.

Oh shit.

- She can't stop now. - Huh?

She has to. We can't get into a firefight in front of the Russians.

We'll be KIA, or worse, captured alive,

tried for espionage, and tortured the rest of our lives.

No. We can't abandon Owen.

Hey, no, we can't launch now. In two minutes, it's gonna be too late.

- I won't leave him. - No.

Let me go!

- Mission's blown. - I know. I know.

I sent Dodge and the others to the exfil boat.

- We have to get going now. - What the fuck?

You have what you came for.

Give us the money.

Of course.

But first, I would like to extend our company's sincerest gratitude

that we were able to reach a peaceful resolution in this matter.

- I believe it was Winston Churchill-- - Shut up.

Okay.

Give me the woman.

There was nothing we could do.

You got played. My bosses will not be impressed.

Let's go.

Better to fight for love than abandon it.

- How bad? - I don't know.

But when the best-case scenario is they're dead, does it really matter?

Of course it does.

You need to re-paper Owen.

Sir, no. Find someone else.

There is no one else.

Your job right now is to protect the Agency.

- I won't. - You will.

You followed me here to secure your future.

National security credentials get you paid.

But that future comes with a price, and now is when you have to pay it.

So get your ass downstairs

and start expanding Owen's file

to include all the sins the Agency can use

to hang this failed mission around his neck.

Then bury it off-registry

so we can tell CEG it fell between the bureaucratic cracks.

Yes, sir.

I didn't understand what it would cost coming here.

Now you do.

You're basically fucked.

- I'm fucked? - Mm.

You sent covert personnel into Korea without declaring them,

under the false cover of being lawyers.

Ah, wrong.

- They are lawyers. - They recruited one of my people.

Your guy is graymailing us,

and your other guy kidnapped an American citizen

at the Four Seasons in DC.

- I know nothing about that. - Bullshit.

Come on, Grace. You have no leverage here.

We both know the CIA is getting Janus Ferber back

based on 50 years of intelligence law.

But you have two wild cards in the field.

A rogue case officer who has his finger on the trigger

and a rich kid you were forced to put into play

who, uh, couldn't name names fast enough when we caught him.

What are you proposing?

Who said I had an offer?

Based on the leverage you think you have,

you wouldn't waste time talking to me if you didn't.

Well, believe it or not, I am your best hope at saving your job.

I mean, clearly, your career is in jeopardy.

The kind that comes with, uh, prison time.

But... if you play ball,

I can help you shape a narrative that will insulate you from any fallout.

How?

We're gonna help you pin everything on Owen Hendricks.

Oh f...

Nikolai.

Nikolai.

♪ Pull me into your coloring books... ♪

♪ Because I'm a salesman Who stepped on the pavement ♪

♪ And fell on land mine Instead of his face... ♪

♪ Face... ♪

♪ All big men have a gravity That draws them to the sun ♪

♪ And gives them their authority And gives them their control... ♪

♪ How soon is not? ♪

We don't have a choice. We have to make the call.

We don't have all the facts yet.

Let me out!

What other facts do we need? Shit went biblical.

We got to alert Langley.

It's a Russian number.

Hello?

So I'm alive.

Not gonna lie. Dead would've made things a whole bunch easier.

Owen! They locked me up!

- Where are you? - I'm on a houseboat.

A bit up the waterway. Um...

Ozernyy Dock 317.

Great. Well, sail that thing outta here, and let's go home.

I can't do that. Not until I rescue Jang Kyun and his wife.

Are you crazy? Is he crazy?

How the fuck are you, a CIA fucking lawyer

with zero fucking operational training or support,

gonna do what my SOG team couldn't?

I don't know.

But I cannot just leave them here.

- Yeah, you can. - No, I can't.

Even if we're just being mercenary,

we can't leave them in the hands of Russians.

They're gonna spill all of our secrets. And on a human level--

Fuck a human level.

I can't.

I won't.

You and Lester are dead inside.

Whether you started off that way or this job killed that part of you,

I don't know.

But if I walk away now, then I become you, and I do not wanna be dead inside.

Okay, Owen... your noble bullshit is naive as fuck.

But if you plan on doing this,

then at least let me send Nichka to help you on this misguided quest.

Okay.

Thanks.

- Fucking bonehead, man. - That's your boy.

Please. He needs a doctor. Please!

Thanks for the show of force.

FSB is here.

Which means I'm gone.

You promised us the American spy.

I can still get him.

Moscow sent a team for the prisoners.

Their plane will be here in four hours.

You have until then to bring us what you promised.

Or else.

- Da? - Where are you?

Getting out of town. The local FSB is in it now.

Negative. I need you to go grab Owen and bring him to me.

You know where he is? Where are you?

It doesn't matter where I am until you have him. Ozernyy Dock 317.

You will need to up my fee.

With the FSB involved, it has gotten a lot more dangerous.

Fine.

You bring me Owen and I'll add a zero to your total.

Now go get me my guy, or so help me Christ, my last act on Earth

will be to catapult you through a chain-link fence.

What am I doing?

This is insane. I don't have a plan. I got no skills. I clearly have no brain.

I don't even know if you speak English, if you got head trauma.

Maybe it's the sock.

Hey!

Jesus.

- You scared the shit out of me. - Lester sent me to bring you back.

I'm not going back. Not until I have Jang Kyun and his wife.

That is a terrible idea.

You will die for sure. And you will get me killed.

Well, you're the only one that can get me into the compound. They trust you.

Plus, you and I both know if shit goes sideways,

you'd kill me so I won't rat you out.

True.

So it's settled.

You should kill him.

No.

If he is found or gets free, he will give you up.

You're safer with him dead.

I'm having a real déjà vu moment.

You and your mom have similar point of views on--

What the fuck?

Just because you do not have the stomach for killing

does not mean it won't get done.

Stop pretending your actions do not have consequences.

- Now you sound like Lester. - Let's go.

"Let's go."

Fuck.

- Owen. - What?

Get in the trunk.

You sold us out.

Can you blame me?

I told the FSB you tried to recruit me,

but I would become a double agent for them.

They are flying in to collect you.

In two hours, I trade them an American and Korean intelligence officer

for a small fortune and a big promotion.

You really are your mother's daughter, you know that?

But I'm no use to them dead.

Which means... you're not gonna pull that trigger.

Don't do that.

I may not be able to kill you, but they don't need you with kneecaps.

Or working feet.

Or balls.

I see your point.

Drop the gun, and get in the fucking trunk.

♪ I'm the predator, I'm the... I'm the... ♪

♪ I'm the predator ♪

♪ I'm the predator I'm the... I'm the predator... ♪

♪ I come fresh with an army ♪

♪ Heard you got the gasoline Pour a little on me ♪

♪ I spit fire, I ain't never been sorry ♪

♪ Belly of the beast This is my damn story ♪

♪ I always win hands down... ♪

I only loaded three shells, Owen.

You have one left.

And then what will you do?

♪ I'm the predator... ♪

Are you with Nichka?

Uh...

Kind of, yeah.

She sold us out to the FSB.

- Fuck! Of course she did. - Where is she now?

Car trunk.

But there's an FSB team inbound to collect us from the local airfield.

Owen.

I gotta go.

Call you back when I have 'em.

Owen!

Yes, sir?

We cracked the code on the Korean's dead man's switch.

It's been disabled. No more threat of exposure.

So cancel his ticket, and get your asses home.

Uh, that's... that's great news, sir.

Uh, problem is, Jang Kyun's not on board with us.

Where is he?

The Russians captured him.

All right.

All right, listen.

When, not if, the Russians torture and break this guy,

he's gonna spill every secret we just busted our nuts to keep secret.

So I'm gonna need one of you

to put a bullet in the Korean to stop that from happening.

Yeah, unfortunately, sir, that's just not possible.

Yes, it is.

I'll do it, sir, on one condition.

Like I got options here? What's my pound of flesh?

I want Moscow Station.

What happened to helping me secure my future?

And all previous sins forgiven.

Done.

- Sir-- - Get lost, Walter.

This has to happen.

You want deniability? Get out now.

All right, Gilbane, you got your golden ticket.

Sir, Hendricks is still in the field. He's trying to get Jang Kyun back.

We don't need him back, and that lawyer's got enough information

to put us all in prison if he gets captured.

No loose threads.

Yes, sir.

You're a real piece of work.

I am in the get-shit-done business, Lester.

And all the leverage just swung to me.

So get on board... or get run over.

- Time to go home. - What if I don't want to?

What? Get your ass up. I'm not in the mood for your drama.

All right. All right. But it's under protest.

I don't give a shit.

I will always cherish our time together.

You have been banned from ever returning to Korea.

Yeah, I figured that.

But when this is all over,

and we're both burned out or bounced out of these jobs,

look me up.

I'd love to buy you dinner.

All right, be cool. I gotta pee.

Fuck. Oh shit.

Sorry.

Boss told me to lay low, make sure there's no survivors.

- So there's no use begging for mercy. - Like I'm gon' beg like some little bitch.

Okay, I changed my mind on the begging. Please don't kill me.

Oh shit! Oof!

I just about saw Jesus, man. You are my guardian angel, for real.

I'm sorry.

It doesn't matter now.

Yes, it does.

I lost my way, forgot about what truly mattered.

You.

The baby.

Mm.

Once we get to Moscow...

Mm?

...they'll separate us.

When they realize you don't know anything valuable...

they'll send you to a prison camp.

I'll never see you again.

The future is not set. Your friends could still come rescue us.

They're not my friends.

No.

- No. - No.

Nobody's coming to save us.

No.

Hi.

Owen?

Hi.

Can you walk?

- Uh, yeah. - Good.

Now get up.

It's time to save your wife.

Nan Hee.

- Nice to meet you. - Thank you.

Who... do I shoot... first?

You can't kill them. They're mine.

♪ Ridin' fast, zooms on the dash We movin' fast, I had the glass ♪

♪ Soon I'll be flash, we 'bout to crash ATM, I took out the cash... ♪

♪ Back it up Back it up, back it up, ooh ♪

♪ We stack our best 'Cause they makin' us move ♪

♪ I make it pop like I take the balloon... ♪

Hey. Psst.

We're just gonna drive outta here...

...and no one's gonna look at us.

Oh, f... Motherfuck! Hang on.

Hey! Over here!

- Where are we going? - Get ready to go for a swim.

Come on! Come on!

Let's go.

Go, go, go, go!

Come on.

Call the coast guard--

I told you what would happen if you failed.

Come on!

Coast Guard 3. Red Alert. East Bay.

- Tell me. - Stop the Korean vessel.

On it.

Come on!

There they are! Get after them!

Hey, Les, stay down, okay?

Okay.

Owen, untie me!

Fuck!

Thanks for the rescue.

I see the boat. Closing fast.

Accelerate. Close the gap.

Come on, come on, come on!

Open fire!

Fuck!

Force Protection Team, prepare to go topside.

Yoo!

Whoo!

Say what's up to the US Navy, bitches!

Abort, abort! Get us the hell out of here.

Coast Guard 3, what is your status?

Coast Guard 3?

Come on! Yeah!

I really appreciate the assist.

Always fun scaring the shit out of a Russian.

You mind giving us a minute?

Make it quick. This spot's about to be a mile underwater.

"Thank you" seems

insufficient.

Maybe.

But I'll take it.

So...

...what now?

Depends.

I mean, I recommend we tell the world you and Nan Hee were killed in Vladivostok

while the Agency sets you guys up with new identities

and a healthy bank account in the US.

All it'll cost you are the secrets in your head.

You're trying to recruit me.

Yeah.

I guess I am.

What do you say?

You wanna live happily ever after with your wife

or go back to Korea and get locked up for treason?

When you put it that way, I don't really have a choice, do I?

Uh, we should probably get below.