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We have a breach.
Sector 3, code red.

Repeat-- breach in sector 3.

Lead guards
and all personnel report.

Breach in sector 3.
Lead guards and all
personnel report.

A breach, sector 3, code red.

Hey!

My gun. He has my gun!

Hi. Kat Carlson.

I work for Scot--
Scottie.

Yeah, I know.
We met.

Right. We did.

Anyway, there was an emergency,

and Ms. Hargrave can't make
your... appointment.

She asked me to apologize

and to bring you breakfast.

Great.

Um, do all your clients
bring you stuff?

Yeah. Wait. What did you think
it was about, just sex?

Oh, okay.

Well, I should real--

wait. Come on.
Have breakfast with me.

That's-- thank you,

but I should go.

But, uh, did Scottie
give you my number?

Yes, she gave it to me.
Why?

I mean, you could've called
or sent over breakfast.

But here you are.

Come on. Just...
Have breakfast with me.

Okay, but--

But just breakfast.

We got a massive gas leak.
It's authorized personnel only.

She's with me.

Southbound big rig swerved
to avoid an accident.

Jumped the rail,
did a face-plant,

and perforated the base
of the tower column

around 4h15 A.M.

Driver's stable
at New York presbyterian.

Since when does the CIA
work traffic duty?

You didn't call me down here
for a truck crash, Dan.

And we got two
prison guards in ICU.

Guards?

What have you boys
gotten yourselves into?

Operation Davenport.

It's an off-book site
used by the agency

to interrogate
enemy combatants.

We had 32,
but now five are missing.
We need you to find them.

Last I checked,
black site prisons

are illegal on U.S. soil.

Scottie. Thank god.
Jack. What's new?

What's your part in all this?

Jack's company
runs cybersecurity

for Davenport.

How do you plan
on keeping this quiet?

Well, we're striking
the facility now.

Cameras, servers--
all the incident data

will be relocated to
a level-four command center
in queens.

I'm going to need
that footage.

You're not cleared for that.

Your job is to focus
on the manhunt.

Look, Dan, if you want
the prisoners rounded up,

call the U.S. marshals.

If you want
the mess you created
handled covertly,

we do this my way.

And I'll need access
to everything.

So tell Jack to shut up
and listen, or I walk.

So how do you want
to handle it?

We have five fugitives
loose in Manhattan.

Andre Zidane, bombed
a French embassy in Algeria.

Brian Mayhew,
cyber-hactivist

who leaked a cache of top secret
U.S. intelligence data.

Jared Rourke,
founder of Aryan freedom force,

a Montana-based
white nationalist movement.

Chechen separatist,
Viktor Dudin.

And Alex Kota,
a British national.

Part of a cell that killed
an American diplomat

in Pakistan last month.

Some of the world's
deadliest terrorists,

and you want us to hunt them
down all by ourselves?

Operation Davenport's
black ops.

The NYPD, the bureau,
and the public

don't know about it
or the breakout.

If we're going to avoid
mass hysteria,

we need to keep it that way.

If the goal was to avoid
mass hysteria,

a friggin' black site
shouldn't have been put
in Manhattan.

But it was, and now we need
to find these men.

I want the cctv feeds

from every bridge and tunnel
routed through to halcyon.

Nez, get to the scene,

see if you can pick up
a trail.

Tom, tell homeland we've got
a credible threat,

and you want NYPD to choke
the city's exfil points.

Say the threat is imminent
but not specific.

All units be advised.

We have a level one
mobilization.

Implement shutdown of all
Manhattan Bridges and tunnels

until further notice
from a patrol supervisor.

Ah.

I wanna re-up.

That will get you half.

But maybe we can come
to an arrangement.

I have a sense you're plugged
into law enforcement.

Yeah. And?

And you might have access
to information

that could benefit me
business-wise--

who the DEA
might be targeting,

which of my competitors
might be hit.

I'm good with the half.

You're sure about this?

It's the official
adoption report.

"Christopher, aged four,
last name unknown."

Same Christopher who was
brought into child services

a week after your son
went missing.

"Judge approves change
in legal status,

conferring all parental rights
to Frank and Eva Phelps."

Contact information's
in the file.

You're a call away
from finding your boy.

Sorry to interrupt,

but there's something
you need to see.

It's about the truck.

Someone welded reinforced
steel bars on the front end.

This isn't a big rig.
It's a battering ram.

Whoever launched it
knew exactly what was on
the other side of that wall.

This wasn't an accident.
It was a prison break.

Go to the hospital,
get to the driver,

bring him back here,
and lean on him.

It's been five hours,

and we're nowhere
on the escapees.

He's our best hope
of finding them.

Special agent Doug mccarty,
and this is officer lynch.

As I'm sure that
your doctors told you--

they didn't tell me nothing.

Am I in some kind
of trouble?

Well, we're not authorized
to release those details
at this time,

but we do have
a credible threat.

"Credible threat"?

What the hell does that mean?

What is going on here?

Homeland security believes
you may be a target
in an ongoing case.

This about the accident?

I told the police already--

we're moving you
to a secure location

where we can guarantee
your safety

until the threat
is under control.

What threats?
You keep saying that.

If you'll just come this way.

Hey!

Hey! Stop!
Hey!

Stop!

Our truck driver
was born in queens.

No criminal record,

nor ties to any known
terror groups.

Uh, still no word
on the prisoners.

Nothing at the airports
or the train stations
or the checkpoints.

Well, breaking out
of a black site prison
requires planning and manpower,

and a ton of network support.

Well, it did for me.

Oh. So, in addition to
your charming personality,

you're also an enemy combatant.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wrong place, wrong time.

Whatever you gotta
tell yourself.

Rourke and Mayhew operate alone.

They have no networks.

So that leaves Dudin,
Zidane, and Kota.

Hmm. A Russian bomber,
British militant,
and an African nationalist.

What aren't we seeing?

Ramadi. A truck bomb
killed 133 marines.

And three months ago,

intel named Dudin,
Zidane, and Kota

as key players in the attack.

And now they're
loose in a city

with 34,000 cops,

and none of them can help us

'cause our government
threw these guys

in a hole and deprived them
of their rights.

Hey, I may have a line
on one of the fugitives.

Just intercepted a 911 call

from an apartment in Chelsea
on 31st.

Check this out.

There's someone-- a man--
in my apartment.

I can hear him.

Can you describe him?

I don't know. In his 20s,

gray jumpsuit,
like a convict.

Hey, our prisoners are wearing
dark jumpsuits.

We're on our way.

I'm looking at their system.
Dispatch was just notified.

Optics, please?

Apartment 502.

Two bedrooms.

Windows on
the east-west axis.

Fire escape faces 30th.

Guys, whatever's going on
in there, you need to move.

Police are 90 seconds out.

Hey...

Relax...

Easy. Easy. Okay?

Don't-- hey, hey, hey, hey,
don't do anything stupid.

The police are on their way.
Okay?

And I'm right behind you.

Hey, back up. Relax. Relax.

We can help you.
Take it easy.

Calm down.

Sixty seconds, boys.

Thirty seconds.
Get out of there.

Okay, we officially
have a problem.

Pollack. NYPD.
Open the door.

Open the door.

Coming.

Officers, good afternoon.

We got a call
about an intruder.

Intruder.

Yes. Yes, I did make a call.

Yeah, but I thought
I saw something,

and I don't think I did,
and I think I'm okay.

I got the door locked now.
So thank you.

The door wasn't locked.

Was it not?

God, I get a little...
Tired on--

me and my partner
would feel better

if we could come in
and take a look.

Uh-huh. Okay, great.

You wanna tell me
what he looked like?

Yeah, he's six foot one,

uh, black, uh,
very tall, slender built.

You told dispatch
he was wearing a prison
jumpsuit of some kind.

Yeah, you know,
I don't really remember,

but I might--
I think at the station

would probably be better to--
I'd feel better...

What's going on here?

Excuse me. Who are you?

I'm the plumber.
Came back to fix y'all sink.

But why the police here?

I-- so-- this is the man
I saw in my apartment.

Wait. You called the police
'cause you saw a black man
in your apartment?

Hey. Whoa.
That is not accurate.

Go ahead. Lock me up
right here, right now.

What's the maximum sentence
for fixing a racist man's sink?

Oh, come on.
I'm not a racist.

I'm not a racist.

All right. Take it easy!

Called over here...
Is it racist to want
my sink fixed?

It's racist to...
Come on, man...

Of course you're racist.
I am not a racist.

Take it easy.
How you gonna call the police--

I've seen your artwork.
You ain't got no black artists.

Have a good night, fellas.
I have great taste.

Oh, taste?
Oh, so a white artist
got good taste.

I like all the colors
of the rainbow--
black, red, blue...

Okay, what's Tupac
middle name?

We should deal with that.

Manhattan remains on lockdown,

with a heavy police presence
throughout the city.

Officials are tight-lipped
about why the lockdown
was ordered.

The good news is,

three of the five prisoners
are back in custody.

Bad news is,
whoever organized the breakout

is still at large.

How can you know that?

Breakout was meticulous.

Those involved would be given
food and shelter.

They wouldn't be caught
breaking into an apartment

looking for tracksuits.

Where are we on the driver?

Still nothing to connect him
to the prisoners.

Look again.
Cross-reference everything

against Mayhew and Rourke.

Mother's maiden name,
distant relatives,

distant step-relatives.

Start at the beginning.
There has to be a connection.

Were you followed?

No.

How many cabs
did you take?

She knows.

The private investigator
you hired to find me--

she-- she got to him.
He's working for her now.

Stay focused on Whitehall.

Whitehall.

Has she said anything
about Whitehall?

She found the family
who adopted me.

I figured out how
they're communicating--
the code--

but I can't find any mention
of Whitehall.

Are you listening to me?

She's going to meet
my adoptive parents.

They'll tell her I survived,
show her pictures.

I was with them
until I was 14.

She's going to recognize me.

Brian Mayhew.

He's the one who orchestrated
the breakout.

What?

Who orchestrated
the breakout.

How could you know that?

That black site--

hey, where you been?

Working a source.

He says Mayhew
organized the breakout.

Well, he's well informed.

We found
an offshore transaction

linking the truck driver
to Mayhew.

He was paid to drive
through that wall.

Mayhew is behind
the whole thing.

The source--
who is he?

Someone who insists
on anonymity.

Hope you can respect that.

Of course.

Solomon,
I got a job for you.

No. Forget the breakout.

This is more important.

Mayhew. You scared me.

Everything on track?

Uh, just--
uh, see for yourself.

Is that him?

Yeah, that's him.

Time to get to work.

Authorities now say
the citywide lockdown

is due to a possible
terrorist threat.

No details yet
on the nature of this threat

or when the lockdown
might be lifted.

Four notorious
terrorists escape,

and you're asking me to believe
Brian Mayhew is the reason why?

Whoever located
that black site

accessed government
intelligence to do it.

That's Mayhew's specialty.

That's why you had him
in there.

He founded hacktivism united.

Angry millennials intent on
exposing corporate corruption.

What's the latest?

Still at his hotel.

Meeting's in less
than three hours.

Okay.
And we're still on?

It started innocently enough.

Shutting down
meat processing plants

to protest animal cruelty.

Uh--
leaking embassy cables.

Good luck, Brian.

Leaking was one thing,
but Mayhew didn't stop there.

He infiltrated
a top secret NSA mainframe,

stole identities of operatives,

the schematics
of the C-34 ICBM.

Okay, assuming you're right,

what's Mayhew going to do next?

He could be just looking
for his freedom,

but something tells me
he's got bigger plans.

The other inmates
still at large?

We're tracking them,

but Mayhew's our priority.

We're running down every lead.

I may know an angry millennial

who used to run
in those circles.

And we're only
learning this now?

We don't talk much.

Haven't gotten along in years.

How long have you known him?
Forever.

Scumbag's my brother.

And he might have intel
on Mayhew.

Yes?
Guest services.

I was told
you're having trouble

getting Internet access.

That was fast.
It just went out
a few minutes ago.

You're pretty good
at this stuff.
Please, don't--

what are you doing?

His source claims
the threat level

has been raised
in Manhattan.

The official says the city
is working

to assess the credibility
of the threat...

You look like crap.
Radicalism doesn't suit you.

I'd invite you to stay
for lunch, but clearly
you've already eaten.

I wouldn't have come
if it wasn't important.
I have business.

My big brother,
the corporate shill,

marionette who just loves
to dance for the man,

wants to talk business
with me.

The man is the government.
Halcyon's a private company.

The man is whoever's holding
the almighty dollar.

Hacktivist united.

Used to code with those guys?

And you used to be
mom's favorite.

Things change.

Mayhew broke out of prison.

I need your help finding him.

He's planning something major.
People could get hurt.

People do get hurt.

By the police state.

Mayhew fights big brother.

Naturally, I side with him.

Sorry, bro.

No gold star from your boss
on this one.

Can't help you.

You know, your dad was right.
You're useless.

How'd it go?

He won't help.

Not willingly.

What's that?

It's my spin
on the pen recorder.

Tells you what number's
being dialed

from any targeted phone.

I told my brother
we're looking for Mayhew.

And if I'm right,
he's going to call

to send up a warning flag.

Once we have Mayhew's number,

it's a short walk
to getting his address.

He'd betray you like that?
Your own brother?

Come on, Flynn.

Outsmart me one more time.

You sure
that's Mayhew's number?

Oh, yeah.

My little brother's nothing
if not predictable.

Brian Mayhew, on the ground.

We're clear!

Somebody's been here recently.

All right.
Set up outside.

Make sure we grab
anyone coming in.

Check out this setup.

He's got multiple cameras up
on a hotel room.

Hang on.
It's not just one room.

He's tapped
into the surveillance feeds
for the entire hotel.

Hey, that's the Warwick
on 39th.

What's that file?

I don't know.
Mayhew was recording something.

Or someone.
He's Mayhew's target.

Warwick hotel.
Can I help you?

Room 1521.
It's an emergency.

Yes, we know.
Mr. Adler's already
on his way to the hospital.

Uh, which hospital?
Is he okay?

Bellevue. Apparently, he had
some sort of cardiac event.

Is this a family member, or--

target's name is Adler,
but we might be too late.

Mrs. Adler?
Yes?

Detectives woodbridge
and McKay.

If it's okay,
we'd like to ask you
a few questions

about your husband.

We have reason to believe
he was attacked.

Attacked?

No. I found him unconscious
in our hotel room.

He had a medical emergency.
We don't think so.

We believe
that he was targeted.

Have you seen this man before?

No. My god, is this because
of the key ceremony?

The what ceremony?

My husband
is one of the seven.

He holds one of the keys
to the Internet.

The secret keys.
That's why we came here.

Max was supposed to be part of
the root key signing ceremony.

And now he's not?

No. The association has already
arranged for a replacement.

Well, I'm going to go
out on a limb

and say that's not
a coincidence.

Exactly...

What part of the Internet

do these secret keys control?

All of it.

Seven keys control
the Internet?

That can't be possible.

No, they don't control
what's on it,

just how to secure it.

All domain names have
an assigned number.

But who assigns the numbers?
Key holders.

Seven security experts
randomly selected by icann--

the Internet corporation
for assigned names and numbers.

Max Adler's wife talked
about a key ceremony.

Yeah. Four times a year,

the key holders meet
to generate a master key

and to assign new numbers

to make life difficult
for hackers

who want to direct folks
to malicious sites,

or steal their credit card
information.

But by being
at the key ceremony,

Mayhew gets around
those precautions?

Oh, he does more than that.

He can route any domain name
to him.

You make a wire transfer,
he could get it.

A diplomat sends
a secure cable--

could go directly to him.

So he's a hacker
who's figured out a way

around having
to hack anything.

You said the new master key

is only generated
at this special ceremony.

When's the next one?

Today.

That's why Max Adler
was in town.

It's this afternoon
on west 50th street.

Nez, Tom, get there now.

This ceremony--
walk me through how it works.

They pull out all the stops--

pin codes, smart cards,
biometric hand scans.

That is not an easy room
to get yourself into.

Steps are divided up
amongst a bunch of people

to prevent anyone from
compromising the process.

And the whole thing's recorded
for public transparency

to a live stream
on their website. Yahtzee.

How do we get through to them?
We can't.

They're in a Faraday cage.

No electronic devices allowed.
No signals go through.

Something we're not seeing.

Mayhew found a way
in that room.

Maybe he used Adler's ID.

He still can't beat
the biometric scans.

Everyone at that ceremony's
supposed to be there.

First off, I'd like to thank
alternate Jeremy Wallace

for making himself available

after Max Adler fell ill
this morning.

Yes.

Wallace, the alternate.

He's got to be the connection
to Mayhew.

We're going to stop this
before that master key
gets cut.

Tom and Nez are 60 seconds out.

We're on site.
Unfriendlies?

The two guards
at the front desk

probably won't like you much.

How do you want to play it?

Okay, let's proceed.

For what it's worth,
we're the good guys.

I wish I had time to explain.

No. Be smart. Be smart.

Okay? Get over there.

Get down! Get down!
Get on your knees!

Face the cage.

Give me the key.

What the hell was that?

Uh, just turn around!

Turn around?

Dumont, can you override
the building's
security controls?

Power's down.
It's their emergency protocol.

Someone must've tripped it
on the inside.

Do you have eyes
on Mayhew?

Not yet.

That key's worthless.

They'll change it
once you leave here.

Who said I was leaving?

Brian, we need to go, now.

There's nowhere to go.

Drop it!

Put it down.

Brian Mayhew?
There's no way out.

Jeremy, put your weapon down.
You haven't done
anything wrong.

The mission--
this is the mission.

It doesn't involve you
getting killed for me.

Brian, don't do anything
you're going to regret.

The only thing I regret

is the time I spent
wasting away

in that hole in the ground.

Slow.

Whatever's on this
must be pretty important

for you to risk another lifetime
in that hole in the ground.

I'm innocent.

The domain names--
which ones did he access?

Only one-- acssecuredb.Org.

That's our unlisted url.

Yours? What would
he want with--

the NSA backs up their
databases to our servers.

Mayhew was trying to steal
the NSA backup.

Officials say the threat...

The last escaped prisoner
was just found

trying to stow away
on a staten island ferry.

With Mayhew--
that's five.

Call homeland,
give them the all clear.

And have my car
pulled around.

We will update you
when we have
further information.

I, uh-- I assume you think
my seeing Trevor is--

I don't think anything.
I just don't understand it.

I mean,
you're Scottie Hargrave.

Exactly. I'm a powerful
corporate executive

looking for a man
who isn't intimidated by me.

You'd be amazed how few men
that describes.

Of course I know Trevor
isn't real.

I'm sure that's not even
his real name.

But he's hot,

he listens well,

and he's easy to talk to.

I, uh-- I wanted to talk
to him tonight,

but he's busy.

Can it wait until tomorrow?

I think I found Christopher.

What?

That's incredible.

Well, I'm not sure,
and I'm trying not to get
my hopes up.

Right. But if it's true,
then--

but if it's true,
I'm going to scream

and laugh and cry

and dance in fountains
and howl at the moon

and celebrate.

I mean, preferably
with a man who loves me.

But in the absence of that,

Trevor would be great.

So, yes, it can wait
till tomorrow.

I just wish it didn't have to.

Mrs. Phelps,
I'm Scottie Hargrave.

I'm here to talk
about my son.

I understand you adopted him.

You're making a mistake.
I told you I'm innocent.

Funny how it's always the guys
in handcuffs saying that.

I read your bio.
You stole U.S. missile plans

and tried to sell them
to Iran.

Brian's a patriot, right?
He would never betray
his country.

When the NSA abuses its power
and spies on innocent Americans,

Brian holds them accountable.

That's why I was
in a black site.

I downloaded data from
an NSA surveillance program

to see if they were
targeting Americans.

I got the missile plans
by mistake.

By the time I realized
what I had,

it was too late.

Our job is not to clear
your name.

It's to bring you in.

I'm not even supposed
to exist anymore.

Do you really think they're
going to let you bring me in?

What is this?

Nez, get us out of here.

I got eight long guns
on this side.

I got three coming this way.

All right, all right--
get out!

Easy. Easy.
Get out!

Okay!
Easy!

Get out! Get out!
Okay.

Hey, that intel you hacked--
I'm here to get it back.

Who do you work for?

We were contracted
to bring him in.

I get the intel,
or everyone gets a bullet.

Pick.

Brian, run!

Jeremy!

Move! Move!

You have to understand
what a surprise this is
after all these years.

Believe me,
it's a surprise for me too.

See, I didn't put Christopher
up for adoption.

"Christopher."

Uh, I'm sorry. Jacob.
I know that's his name.

Ms. Hargrave, uh,

I don't want to be rude,

but we were told that
when we adopted Jacob--

that his mother was an addict

who abandoned him.

And I believe
that's a made-up story.

I understand
how this might sound,

and that it comes
out of the blue,

and that
you have no reason
to believe me,

but I, uh-- I've had
a private investigator

searching for my son.

This is the report he gave me.

I brought it
so you can see for yourself

there's very little chance

that the boy you raised
is not my son.

He has your eyes.

He does?

I see it now.

Would you like to see a photo?

Oh, yes, please.
That would be great.

Uh, I'm sorry, but...

This, the mark--

how did he get that?

It's a birthmark.
He was born with it.

It's been a long time.
You probably don't remember.

Oh, no. No, I remember
everything about my son,
and...

This boy is...

It's not him.

Give me
a three-block perimeter.

They're gonna stay away
from any cctv cameras.

Who the hell are these guys?

I told you.
The same people who made me
disappear the first time.

Now they want
to finish the job.

You gotta tell me right now.
What's on this?

Well, you read my file.

About how I sent an e-mail
to a contact in the iranian
defense organization

from an Internet café
here in New York.

Attached were the design specs
for the C-34 long-range
missile system.

That you supposedly never sent.

I didn't.
I was in the café that day.

But I was there every day.

I think the NSA placed someone
there to clone my location

and IP address and set me up.

That flash drive has their
surveillance backups on it.

If I can go through
the café intel for that day,

I can find proof
of who else was there.

What makes you think the NSA has
info on everyone in that café?

Because that's what they do.

The NSA sucks up data
from everywhere.

Going through that flash drive

is the only chance that I have.

I got two rounds.

I got three.

We need to call in
for backup.

No, they have ears everywhere.

You make that call,

they will know exactly
where we are.

That's a chance
we gotta take.

Dumont, we need an extraction.

Warehouse, southeast corner,
Vernon boulevard.

You just signed
our death warrants.

They'll be on us any second.

I'm counting on it.

Don't fire unless you have to.

And if you do, don't miss.

Send all assets
to the warehouse
on Vernon.

Breach on my command.

Okay, move in.

Follow his cell signal.

This one's clear.
Clear.

Hunter's point station
is four blocks away.

We'll never make it that far,

not if they're watching.

Stay put.
I'll find us a car.

Cleared them off the street.
Clever.

Clear on this side.

Where is she?

We can't wait, not here.
We gotta keep moving.
Come on.

Should be up ahead.
Stay sharp.

The phone-- it's a diversion.

Drop your weapon.

Guys, you gotta move.

This is all the footage
from December 13th inside
the Internet café cyber villa.

The NSA was all over Mayhew.

They were siphoning images
from everyone in the place;

phones, laptops, iPads.

And these were collected

around the time
Mayhew's accused

of e-mailing Iran specs
to the C-34 missile system?

Stop.

Back it up.

Right there, in the corner.

Now hit "play."

Zoom in.

You recognize him?

It's the guy I just shot.

He must've sent the e-mail
to Iran.

Mayhew was telling the truth.

The government framed him.

Someone framed Mayhew,
but it wasn't the government.

You got Mayhew?

Recognize anybody, Jack?

Should I?

Fourteen months ago,
our firms liaised

on a protection detail
in Riyadh.

The point man of your company
was named Zachary O'Neill,

the same man in that photo.

Odd that he stopped
for a cappuccino

right in the middle of one of
the worst acts of espionage
in U.S. history.

Do you have any idea how many
employees work for my company?

I don't keep tabs
on all their whereabouts.

You knew why Mayhew went
to that key ceremony.

You knew what
he was looking for--
proof of his innocence.

And when you found out
that he accessed your url,

you sent your hit squad
after us to get him back.

Brian Mayhew's a criminal.

Actually, he's a hero.

One who you framed

in order to set off a firestorm

in the U.S.
intelligence community.

Leaving them no choice but
to hand a billion-dollar
cybersecurity contract

to your company.

How much did you make
on that deal?

What price did
your honor go for?

I don't have to stand here
and take this.

You have no proof.

Zachary, stand down.

Stand down.

Well, he can't stand down,

because he's dead.

So, what, you think
I'm going to apologize now?

Hmm? For what?

I'm the real patriot here.

Mayhew was no patriot.

Let me tell you something.
The next war

won't be fought with bullets

or on a battlefield.

It'll be a cyber war.

And our power grids
and our weapons systems

and our nuclear reactors

were all vulnerable
to cyber attack.

But no one took
the threat seriously.

Well, sacrificing Mayhew
woke everybody up.

And if that security contract
is my reward for keeping
this country safer,

then so be it.

You're going to prison, Jack.

Give him Mayhew's old cell
at the black site.

I hear it's the prime spot
for traitors.

Brian Mayhew,
you're free to go.

If the intel you hacked
got out,

would national security
be compromised?

No, but the spy state
would be.

Good.

Thank you.

For everything.

Authorities have reopened
the Lincoln and Holland tunnels

and all major Bridges--
this after dhs determined
that rumors...

Please tell me you found him.

NYPD officials say
they will remain vigilant
over the coming days,

and continue
to work closely with the...

No? I am so sorry.

Is there anything I can do?

Do you want to talk about it?

Trevor had a cancellation.

He's better than therapy.

He also stressed
the importance of people

continuing to go about
their daily lives.

I knew I shouldn't
get my hopes up,

but I swore I'd never put
myself in that position again.

But...

A boy found so close
to where we lost him.

It just...

I'm a very practical person.

I know bad things happen
to good people,

and I don't believe
in miracles...

But I--

I thought for a moment
that I might find him.

What'd you find?

That Tom Keen's
being extra careful.

You lost him.
Not yet.

But whatever he's up to,

he doesn't want
anybody to know.

I don't understand.
He works for you?

Always has, always will.

Howard's told me
a lot about you.

You're the one who told
Scottie how to contact
my adoptive parents.

Which is why Scottie now
believes that her son is dead.

Which is what the people
that we hired to play
Mr. and Mrs. Phelps

led her to believe.

For the moment.

Scottie's resourceful.

She'll figure out
the truth in time.

I just hope she's confided
in you about Whitehall by then.

Whitehall.
You said that before.

She's been exchanging
coded messages with someone.

So far, I haven't been able
to decrypt them,

but they should shed
some light on--

on what? What is Whitehall?

A line item.

I noticed it in the halcyon
budget a few years ago.

A warehouse in a remote part
of South Africa

assigned to a covert project
with that name.

I never heard of it,

which means that
whatever it was,

it wasn't
an official company op.

A black op in
your own organization?

I asked a few questions.
I sent a team to check it out.

By the time they got there,
the warehouse was clean.

They knew we were coming.

So I investigated further.

I hired a former
intelligence agent--

one of the best--
to find out the truth.

Two weeks later, he calls me,
middle of the night.

He says we have to talk.
He never shows,
and I never see him again.

I believe Scottie
ordered him disappeared.

How do you know it was her?

We have our reasons.

For starters,
that's when she began

her campaign to marginalize me.

Push me out of my own company.

Convince the board
that I was unstable

and had to be sidelined.

And when that didn't work,
she tried to have me killed.

All to keep me
from learning the truth

about Whitehall.

And you think
she's going to tell me?

Why would she do that?

She will.

When she trusts you enough,
she will.

And when she does,

we're going to blow the lid off
whatever it is she's hiding.