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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.

So are the cops.

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.