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Care package
entering impact zone.

Thirty seconds to delivery,
sir.

♪ Many a moon come
and shine her light ♪

♪ taking her clothes off ♪

♪ it break my mind ♪

♪ Taking her clothes off ♪

so sorry.
I... tried texting.

Oh, it's fine.
He's paid for all night,
so come in.

Uh, Kat, this is--

Trevor. How you doing?
Yes, it's what you're thinking.

There are worse ways to mourn.
I could be sitting at home
eating ice cream.

It's General Phillips.
He says it's urgent.

I've seen you somewhere.
It's a big city.
I doubt it.

In the paper. The cover
of the Wall Street Journal.

You read
the Wall Street Journal?

You were at a funeral.
Looked really nice.

Whose funeral was it?

My husband's.

I should be back in an hour.

General Phillips,

to what do I owe
this pleasure?

Operation north star.

I'm giving it the green light.

Operation north star.

The humanitarian workers?
The plane crash?

I worked this out
with Howard months ago.

Well, then, a plan
is already in place.
Tell me about it.

The care package
has been delivered.

Great. What's next?

You really don't know,
do you?

No, which is why--
we should postpone.

General, Howard's gone,

and now I'm in charge
of the company he built.

So whether I like it or not,

I have to stand out,
stand up,

and I can't do that
without therapy,

antidepressants,
and people like you,

who Howard confided in,

sometimes more
than he confided in me.

You're unprepared.
So? Prepare me.

The accident.

The accident was no accident.

What the world knows--

an isap plane carrying
relief workers

went down last night
in a remote region

of the ural mountains,
well inside the Russian border.

What the world doesn't know--

it was downed on purpose...
By us.

There were 17 fatalities.
No, there were 17 dead people.

What's the difference?
They were already dead.

John Doe's from
a morgue in Estonia.

The crash took place
near what we think

is a secret Russian
military base.

The reason we think,
but don't know, is that
the russkis are using

some kind of ground-based signal
to jam line-of-sight
with our birds.

Since we can't see it by air,
we need boots on the ground.

So you downed a plane.
Edgy.

To avoid an
international incident,

Russia has invited
a go-team from NTSB
to investigate,

in the hopes of ruling out
an act of terror.

You and Tom
are on that team.

You need to get eyes
on that facility.

Any idea what
we're going to find?

Intel indicates
that whatever's going on there

is specifically targeting
the U.S.

That's it.

Howard didn't tell me
about this operation
with the Pentagon.

I want to know if he
was hiding anything else.

You're one of
the few people who knew

that before Howard died,
he went off his meds--

that he'd become paranoid.

I haven't told anyone.

Which is why
I need you to handle this

personally and confidentially.

I want an internal audit.

Every contract
or financial transaction.

Leave no stone unturned.

I wasn't notified.

You're going to have to talk
to my superior.

Come on. Look,
you have our credentials.

I'm sorry.
It's a restricted area.

Guys, we were invited here
to do our job.

Now, we can only do that
on our own,

with complete access
to the entire debris field.

And if that's going to be
a problem, we're going to
have to call the embassy.

Take nothing.
Touch nothing.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me.

On my signal.

Fuel leak! Fuel leak!

It's not secure.
Everybody back!

Okay, I'm on the move.
Where am I headed?

Northeast,
over the Ridge.

Half a click to the clearing.

You're moments away, Tom-Tom.
Now make a left.

You get there,
you snap some photos,
and you get out

before anyone misses you
at the crash site.

You find it?
I found something.

Sure as hell isn't
a weapons facility.

What is it? Come on.
Don't leave the d-man
out of this.

I don't know.

I think you're gonna have to
see this one to believe it.

Hey-- I don't--

I-i don't know
what you're saying.

Hey! Hey, why didn't
anybody tell us there was
an active fuel leak?

Now I gotta report this
to your superiors in Moscow.

So what's over the hill
and through the woods?

Grandma's house,
if she lived in Topeka.

I guess we're not
in Kansas anymore, Toto.

I wouldn't bet on it.

What's this?

A numbered account
in the Dutch antilles.

Registered to an I.P. Address
matching Howard's computer
at your house.

Did you find anything else?

No. Except for
a troubling line item

listed only as "Iran-contra."

What was the account used for?

I don't know.
Briar metcalfe might.

He's the one who set it up.

Briar. Of course.

Would you like me
to go see him?

Desperately.

But I need to do it.

Where are we?

Independence.
Population 216.

What is it?

During the cold war,
there were rumors

that the Soviets
built replicas

of American towns
to train their agents
how to live like us.

No one ever proved
they existed.

You know, a place
to train sleeper agents

made sense back in the day.

But today,
when you can get a visa

and send them to Disneyland?

What are they up to?

Should we inform
General Phillips?

No. Not until we know
who we're dealing with.

Seems like maybe
you already do.

I don't, but I know
someone who might.

Hey. Hey! Men only.

I'll let you know
if I see any.

I said I couldn't help you.

Yes, but you didn't mean it.
Not after riga.

Please,
don't push me on this.

You don't know
the people involved.

Acquaint me.

They inserted agents
at three mile island,

at O'Hare airport
before flight 191 went down
in Chicago.

Agents that were trained
in towns like this

to infiltrate America.

Then the wall fell,

and the program stopped.

Mm. Doesn't look
like it stopped to me.

No. This new place
is something else.

Agents trained,
not just to conceal themselves,

but to...

Slivat'sya--

to merge with
their cover identities.

What does that mean?

I hear only rumors

that this program
is the next generation

of what came before,
but even more dangerous.

People are afraid
to talk about it.

People who
aren't afraid of much.

I need to get a look
in there, vadim.

It's important.

Occasionally,
some of the new boys call me,

ask for recommendations--

agents or assets
I may have had

who are fluent
in Russian or English.

For assignment in independence?

You don't want to do this.

I have two agents
for you to recommend.

Listen to what
I'm telling you.

I send agents in,
but they never come out, ever.

I'll have two dossiers
for you within the hour.

You think Scottie knows
more than she's saying?

Every day of the week
and twice on Sunday.

I hope you're a quick study.

What's this?
Your cover.

You and Nez are FSB agents

being transferred
to independence.

Nez? What about Solomon?

I have another assignment
for him.

You're wheels up in an hour.

Two hours.
I have an appointment.

Cancel it.

I can't do that.

Of course you can.

Clearly you don't want to.

Why?

Who are you meeting with
that's so important?

It's personal.

Two hours,
not a minute more.

She's doing
a complete audit.

Tell me about
operation north star.

Accounts, case files,
everything.

The relief workers.
The plane crash.

Has she taken the contract?

She knows you hid things
from her.

And if she looks
closely enough,

she's going to find out
it's me.

Let me worry about her.
You worry about the op.

Wha-- what is all this?

It doesn't--
it doesn't matter. Not now.

Look, if I'm going
to work with you,

I need to know
that you have a clear head--

that you're not--

that you're focused.

I've never been more focused.

Says the manic-depressive
who's off his meds.

She told you that?

Clearly you're not taking them.

Which is why I can see
the truth, Tom,
for the first time.

What truth? Did you hear
what I said? She's looking
into what you're hiding.

She is going to find me out.
You're telling me
that's not important,

but some village in Siberia is?

Yeah, it's critical.

Critical to what?

To everything.
To the whole picture.

That's what she
doesn't want me to see.

It's why she kept me medicated--

to keep me from finding
the truth.

You have to get on that plane.

You have to go to Russia
and see this through.

From this moment on,
you will only speak English.

No exceptions.

This complex was built

on the site of
a former missile facility.

Groundwater was polluted.

Be aware of it.

Short showers.
Bottled water only.

No exceptions.

You will be given
a new identity.

Study it. Become it.

It is you.

Do not break character
for anything or anyone.

You will be tested.

You will be pushed.

You will become someone new.

You will receive
your assignment

and will take our fight
to America.

I'm Lisa.

I'm an unemployed bank teller,

and I live with my brother--
hmm-- who's in construction.

What fight could we possibly
bring to America?

One no one will see coming.

Who are you?

Uh, I'm Stan.

I'm a janitor, and...

I live with my wife.

Hello? Anyone home?

In here, sweetie.

I was wondering
where you were.

Hey.

Hi there.
Oh, Sam,

leave daddy alone.

Oh, that's okay.
Hi, boy.

I'm just finishing up
the tuna casserole.

I'll need
about 15 minutes or so.

You better change,
or we'll be late.

Uh, late-- late for what?

The Tugenbergs.

Linda's birthday?

Right.

I swear, you'd forget
we were married

if you didn't wake up
next to me every day.

Yep.

Uh, smells great.

Don't even think about it.

Now shoo.

Go on.

Go put on that sweater
I got you for Christmas.

Right. The, uh, sweater.

I laid it out on the bed.
Of course you did.

Along with your khakis
and your penny loafers.

What would I do without you?

Honestly, I shudder to think.

Hey, I am on my way
home now.

Open a bottle of beaujolais
and let it breathe awhile.

Sorry, briar.
You're going to be late
for that beaujolais.

Scottie, what are you do--
briar, if I were you,

I'd talk little and listen big.

I don't want Mr. Solomon
to have to get bloodstains

all over these
aniline leather seats.

The account in the antilles,
the one you set up for Howard
without telling me--

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Howard was making
secret payments to someone.

You would know who.
I want a name.

Effective immediately,
you're out as CFO of Halcyon.
Whoo.

What you say next will determine
if that's the worst thing
that happens to you today.

Scottie, I would, honestly,
but Howard was like
a brother to me.

You know, funny thing.

Most people think only men
can be brothers.

I used to think that too,

until I stood face-to-face
with my executioner.

Hand to god,
I was a dead man.

And that part where you're
supposed to see your life flash

before your eyes--
you know what I saw instead?

I saw the most...

staying the hand
of my executioner.

This woman-- she's my brother.

Owe her my life, really.

And if she asks me
to remove your head...

I'll do so
without thinking twice.

So, let's get talking,

or let's get surgical.

Who did Howard
give that money to?

I don't know his name.

Howard never told me.

Then for the sake
of your leather seats,

I hope Howard told you
where we could find him.

You made it!
Oh, my god,

please tell me
that's what I think it is.

Nana's tuna casserole,
straight from the oven.

Happy birthday to me.
Come on. Let me show you
where to put it.

They offered me a full ride.
I could've gone pro.

The coach said I had
the arm for it.

Stanley?
Hmm?

You remember Angela and David?
Uh--

no, I don't think we've met.
Of course I remember them.

She thinks I don't
remember anything.

How was your trip?

David's niece, joanne,
just got married in boca.

Janelle.
And it was palm beach.

I think someone's had
a little too much punch.

Well, I think weddings
are forgettable.

Anyways,
that's why we eloped

after only three days.

Yup. It was four years ago,

in a blizzard,

on February 2nd,

the day of the hedge--

or the hog, or the, uh--

uh, groundhog.

It was, uh, groundhog day.
And, uh, the power was down,

so I was bringing
some ice cream out
to the fire escape,

'cause it was melting.

And there she was,
doing the exact same thing.

So we sat there
and ate ice cream
in the middle of a blizzard.

Uh, there was this moment
when you...

Turned and looked at me,
and you were surrounded
by snow,

and caught in the moonlight,
and you smiled.

And I'll always
remember it, because...

It was the moment
I fell in love with you.

Based on the scale
of downtown,

we're looking at a community
that's at least a square mile.

And grushenka's watching
every inch of it.

There has to be an ops center.

If we can find it,
we can figure out
what's going on.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
again? How could you
be so stupid?

You've been warned
about this before.
I don't want to pretend anymore.

I just want to go home.

Don't do this.
Do what? Act normal?

♪ happy... ♪

♪ birthday to you ♪

hey.

Hi. I thought you might want
some company.

What are you doing?
Look, Cynthia--

whatever your real name is--
they can't hear us in here.

I know.

I'm not doing it for them.

No. Stop.

I'm married.

We're not allowed
to be married.

I know. I lied.

Sorry.

You have a rash.

Oh, everybody does.
You do too.

What's this from?

No one knows.

If I leave now, they're going
to see me and wonder why.

So don't get out.

I won't bite.

What's your wife's name?

Liz.

Tell me about her.
Your other wife.

Please. I'm better now.

I'm afraid we both know
that's not true.

No! No! No, please!

I can do better!

I can do better!
Please! Aah!

Please!

Hey, Pete.
Going somewhere?

I've been transferred.

To America.

I leave in an hour.

Transferred. That's great.

Isn't that what--
what we want?

Don't you get it?

I may not come back.
Chances are

I'll never come back.

Answer it.

Hello?

Lisa, this is Mitchell
with first street bank.

I'm calling to remind you
about our interview today.

Sorry about last night.

Can't really
form attachments.

Stan, what are you
talking about?

Sometimes you say
the strangest things.

Nobody knows when they're
sending us to America

unless you know something
I don't.

So where should we go
for breakfast? I'm famished.

Moved here recently, I see.

From Ohio, yeah.

What part of Ohio?

Canton.

Is that near akron at all?

It's about 40 minutes south.

You know anyone here?
Made any friends in town yet?

I'm sorry,
what does that have to--

please answer the question.

No, I don't know anyone here.

You know...

I think you'd be a great fit

at first street.

But the applicant pool
is pretty...

Stiff, I'm afraid.

I would advise against that.

It's about who you know.

And since you need help
meeting people--

Any more questions?

Just gonna grab a water.

Found the command center.
We should move tonight.

Uplink their system
with Halcyon.

Yeah, and get the hell out.

My brother packed up
and left this morning.

"Transfer," he said.

So they're moving them
already?
Mm-hmm.

Any idea where they sent him?

No.

But he was terrified.

Don't drink that.
Why not?

'Cause I ran
a six-minute mile

and beat the hell out of
a bank manager today.

We're being doped.

The rash.

How?

Something in the water.

Low doses. Stimulant
to enhance performance

and lower inhibitions,
relieve anxiety.

They want us compliant
so we don't ask questions
about this place.

How do you know all this?
Lisa,

will you come with me?

If this is about the bank--

please, just come with me.

Do you know what this is?

No.

During the second world war,

the red army carried these
instead of standard tags.

It's an identity capsule.

A soldier's vitals are written
on a slip of paper inside.

My grandfather's
are in this one.

Hasn't been opened

since it was used
to identify his body.

A life he gave for Russia.

You know, most candidates
react timid to that test,

but not you.

You have an instinct

that cannot be taught.

A capability.

I'm impressed.

You are needed
for the next phase

of our program here.

Wait. My new identity?

Lisa's a real person?

This is Dr. Pirogov.

I'll be performing
your reassignment.

She's a very
close match, no?

She is.

Based on the target's
medical files,

we'll need a slight alteration
of the mandible here...

And here...

And rhinoplasty
to curve the nose.

Even I won't be able
to tell the difference
when we're through.

Are you ready...

To give a life for Russia

and to take on another?

Whoa-ho-ho-ho.

You do not look like
a man who should get
behind the wheel.

Oh, yeah?
Who the hell are you?

Today? Consider us
your designated drivers.

"Us"?

You don't look like much
for one of the agency's

highest decorated non-official
cover operatives.

James Bond borrowed my tux.

You know what I think?

I think somewhere under
that 5h00 whisky stink,

there's a sharp mind
still at work.

I think that's why my husband
paid you from
a numbered account.

Yeah, I read about the funeral.

Forgot to send flowers.

Anyone can open
the yellow pages and call
a private detective.

Only my husband
would hire a spy.

What do you want from me?

Same thing Howard did.
And I'll pay.

What was he looking for?

Not "what."

"Who."

Your son.

Surgery?

Like plastic surgery?
Yeah.

That explains the Tugenbergs'
bandages the other night.

They're not touching me.

I like my chin.
It was my mother's.

Get down.

These people
aren't being trained
to impersonate Americans.

They're being trained
to replace them.
Yeah.

Let's go.

Their command center's
at city hall.

This is Cynthia stegner
at 86 Maplewood drive.

I'm having an issue
with my husband.

They made contact?

I'm into
the crazy-town mainframe.

Tom patched us in.

Tell us what we're looking at.

The names of real people
they intend to replace.

An electrician, a mechanic,
a construction worker.

Why replace them?
What's the plan?

We don't know.
Bob and Linda Tugenberg?

I know them.
They're my neighbors.

Dumont?

We lost the link.
Dumont!

Tom, we got a problem.

Someone pulled the plug
on their end.
I got nothing.

No, we have identities
and addresses.

Go after
the construction worker.
Get there fast.

Send a team to follow up
on the others.

I'm there.
Take the tires.

What about Tom and Nez?

Alert the extraction team
in Russia.

They'll be coming fast.

Our focus is the names
on that screen.

We need to get to them
before their doppelgangers do.

What the hell?

How much data
you think Dumont got?

Not enough.

Well, well, well!
I wonder who you work for.

MI6? CIA?
Doesn't matter.

Full of bullets,
we all look the same.

Clear.

Oh, that's a shame.

Scottie baby,
we got a corpse here,

but no sign
of the pod people.

Sir? Over here.

He left a note.

"At 6h15 P.M. today, we,
the true nation brotherhood,
reclaimed our freedom"--

blah, blah, blah--
"refreshing
the tree of Liberty"--

blah, blah--
"rising against those
who would hold us down..."

Hmm. It'00.

Scottie,
we got a suicide note here

taking credit for an attack
that hasn't happened yet.

In addition to the body
Solomon just found,

Robert and Linda Tugenberg.

He runs his own auto body shop
in Linden, New Jersey.

She's a senior
electrical engineer

for the New York
power authority.

They were both found with
self-inflicted gunshot wounds

by our team 11 minutes ago.

And let me guess.
Suicide notes

taking credit for a crime
that hasn't happened yet.

But what's the crime?
Peter Winstone.

He's a construction foreman
with a company credit card.

He used said card an hour ago

to purchase a large amount
of dynex. Ka-boom.

An electrician,
a construction foreman
with heavy explosives,

and a mechanic.

They're building
a rolling bomb.

I'm finding an online footprint
shared by all three.

Message board postings
for a homegrown militia outfit
called--

The true nation brotherhood.

This isn't about
Russia attacking us.

It's about using their agents

to make us think
we've attacked ourselves.

With suicide notes
and dead Americans to prove it.

The notes--
what time do they say
the attack takes place?

6h15.
That's 17 minutes
from now.

That's how long we have
to find their target.

We need a way out of this room.
The extraction point
is six miles away.

If they're gonna be
on our heels, there's no way
we're gonna make it on foot.

Maybe we don't have to.

They're gonna blow the door.

How about we blow it for 'em?

They're wiring those explosives
with blasting caps,

which are stable,

but sensitive to stray
electrical current.

I think 10,000 volts
ought to do it.

Care to say good-bye?

First off, the stick?
I wasn't moved.

You wanna honor gramps
for giving his life
for mother Russia?

We can arrange
for you to do the same.

Oh, but before you go,
we're Americans.

U.S. of "you have no idea
what's about to happen
to your tired, sadistic"--

all right.
She probably gets it.

Ready?
Mm-hmm.

Here we go.

Damn sirens are going to
wake up the whole town.

Give me some over-watch
while I hot-wire this thing.
Go.

What kind of man
runs out on his family?

How'd you find me?

They have ways of tracking us.

Till death do us part, right?

Let's get the hell out of here.

You have a location?
An area, downtown.

The mechanic rented
a truck this afternoon.

Rental company equips them
with GPS.

We can track the truck.

Yeah, moving past Franklin
and Broadway as we speak.

Get word to Solomon.

Okay, done and "doner."

It's like they want us
to find them.

They do want us to find them.
Right.

If they're just passing
Franklin and Broadway--
if they're posing as a militia,

then they'll probably want to
target a government building.
What's nearby?

State supreme court.
Bye!

I don't suppose
it'd be too much to ask

that you turn off
the engine

and drop the keys
out the window?

We got 300 pounds
of dynex in here.

Stay back or it blows.

Yeah, I don't think so.

Fall back, Mi Amigos.

I'm not really a negotiator.

I don't really know
what people say right now.

You got so much
to live for.

Think of your families.
I don't know.

I'll say...

That was a hell of a plot
you guys almost pulled off.

It was elaborate.

So... elaborate.

But I bet you think this Van
was not supposed to be the end
of your life. Am I right?

So why don't we
keep it that way?

Nobody has to leave this square
in a body bag.

Just hand us the detonator,

and we can all go
our separate ways.

What do you say, comrade?

I say, "screw you."

I'm sorry you feel that way.

I don't want to have to
give the green light.

"Green light"?

Nice talking to you,

Mi Amigos.

Hey, did you hear?

The, uh, satellites show nothing
but a crater where the town was.

The Russians scrubbed
the whole thing.

Scottie said she'll
ask General Phillips

to provide protection
for every American
we got off the drives.

They could still be targeted.

Hey, um,

thank you.

You saved my life.

5-htp.

What?

The drug they put
in the water

destroyed your rem cycle.
Take 5-htp.

It's over the counter.
It'll help with the comedown.

How do you know
so much about this?

After you've been a soldier--
wait. No.

After you've seen
what people do in war,

they'll offer you
every drug there is

except the one you need
to make it go away.

So you try all the others
just in case.

How'd you get sober?

Howard.

This place.

He gave me a job.
He--

he helped me clean up.

He gave me a shot
of something i--

I never tried before--

hope.

Do you wanna--
do you wanna grab a coffee?

Toast to a job well done?

Maybe next time.

♪ If I fall ♪

♪ can you pull me up? ♪
yeah.

♪ Wherever you've gone ♪

damn, girl.
I was hoping you'd be

one of the ones who stay gone.

♪ I just need to know ♪

♪ that you won't
forget about me ♪

♪ wherever you've gone ♪

♪ how, how, how ♪

reading a bedtime story?

Read it a thousand times.

Wealthy couple,
a beautiful son,
trip to ocean city.

Before he died,
Howard hired someone

to track down
our son, Christopher.

Track him?

I don't understand.
I thought your son was dead.

I talked to the man.

He found a record
of a child services

in Wilmington,

less than 20 miles from
where Christopher disappeared.

A boy Chris's age.

Blue eyes, brown hair.

His name was Christopher.

A week after we lost our boy,

that boy was brought
to child services.

But you told me your husband
was out of his mind--

that his search for Christopher
was a delusion.

I thought he was.

Now I don't know.

But as the head of one of
the largest intelligence
operations in the world,

if there is any chance
he's out there,

I will find my son.

I'm telling you,
she is coming for me.

Operation north star.

I need to know
exactly what you found.

She knows
about the investigator.

She knows that you hired him
to find me.

She--
Tom, what did you learn?

It's a sleeper program.

It's one that trains agents--
cuts them to look

exactly like the people
they're assigned to replace.

Oh. So it's true.

What's true?
You know about this place?

Two months after
your disappearance...

Your mother was in
a terrible car accident.

Some thought she was trying
to end her life--

that the pain of losing you
was too much.

She was in the hospital
for four months.

After that,
she was never the same.

I noticed the differences,

but I assumed it was because
no one is ever the same

after the loss of a child.

It was only years later
that I began to suspect

that there was something
more to it.

And when your mother learned
of my suspicions,

she tried to have me killed.
You told me this part.

You came to suspect
who she was working with,
where her loyalties lie--

I'm not talking about
who she's working with.

I'm talking about her.

I wasn't going to tell you this
until after it was confirmed,

but I believe
that Scottie Hargrave

is a sleeper agent.

Wha--

n-no.

No, that can't be true.
It is.

And that program--
the doubles,

the town,
the people who ran it...

I believe that 30 years ago,

they murdered your mother.