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Do you realize how big this is?

That is everything.

So you're saying that scottie encodes messages

to your agents at your company, and you can't read them?

Agents she turned.

The ones she convinced to work against me.

But now I've intercepted a message,

and you're gonna help me decrypt it.

How? Scottie doesn't trust me enough to tell me.

I have the key book.

All you need to do is get the key word.

And then what she knows, we know.

What if she doesn't know anything?

She keeps the key word in her safe.

What proof do you have that scottie is a sleeper agent?

Because from what I can tell,

she seems to be trying to do good.

And I seem to be crazy, and the world thinks I'm dead.

Things aren't always how they appear.

She's manipulating you.

Or you are.

I'm trying to get you to do the right thing.

What, lie to my mother, spy on her,

hide the fact that I'm her son?

Get the key word from her safe.

You say that like it's easy.

I will prove she's everything I've said and worse.

I don't even know where it is.

The closet in her office, in a file named "roll call."

Okay. Okay. I'll do it.

I will break into her safe.

I will get this key word

so you can decipher this message.

But if it doesn't prove

that there is something to all of this,

then I'm going straight to scottie,

and I'm gonna tell her who I am.

Sure, at the end, Howard hated me.

He became paranoid, unstable.

Secretive.

I found a line item in the budget,

something he hadn't told me about.

Whitehall.

I began investigating,

and what happened is exactly what you expect to happen

when you're dealing with someone who's paranoid.

I became the enemy, the one with the evil agenda.

I went to him. I begged him to get help.

But he refused.

So I went to the board.

I shared my concerns about his instability,

and they agreed he had to be marginalized.

Which only furthered his belief

that I was out to get him and his company.

Then he went on the run and...

the accident happened.

What did whitehall turn out to be?

I really shouldn't be telling you this.

What's your weekly rate?

No one's ever asked me that before.

Well, come up with one.

Tell Kat what it is, and I'll pay it.

You sure that's what you want?

You're a good listener, and I've got a lot to say.

Plus, you're filthy in bed. So, yeah, I'm sure.

63 refugees murdered by a German immigration official

with ties to the anti-immigration group.

"Germany first."

The victims were exposed to sarin gas.

Are you familiar with trans world flight 282?

Of course. It disappeared shortly after takeoff.

The wreckage was found in the north Atlantic.

The shipment of the gas was on board.

That's where the sarin came from.

But that was a civilian aircraft.

It's a dirty little secret that

the office of secure transportation

uses civilian aircraft to move

nuclear material for the Doe,

biological samples for the CDC,

and, certain weapons for the defense department.

Someone's bringing down those planes

and taking what's on them.

Malaysian air 220, air Algiers 410,

and trans world 282.

Each disappeared mid-transit.

No survivors.

And each was secretly carrying cargo for

the office of not so secure transportation.

According to the CIA, that cargo later ended up

in the hands of a terror cell, a repressive dictator,

and a radical German nationalist.

So, no one survived and nothing was recovered

except for the sensitive material

that nobody knew was on board?

Not just anyone could have pulled this off.

Do you have any idea who could have been behind this?

We don't know who or how. But they have to be stopped.

And the CIA has actionable intel

indicating another ost shipment has been targeted.

- What's the shipment? - Top secret.

Bishop could only say it's on borealis flight 301.

Well, it seems like the best way to handle that would be

to cancel the flight.

If we do that, we lose our best chance

of catching the people behind those hijackings.

Which is why I'm putting tom and Solomon on board.

He's been preparing your cover identities.

So, what are we? Air marshals?

Not exactly.

Yes, four rows down on your left.

What are you doing here?

I can't let you do this.

Okay, what do you got?

I ran a pre-flight comparison

of the passengers to the tsdb watch list.

No hits. No criminal records.

No one has so much as an overdue speeding ticket.

Cargo?

Scanning the bags now.

Nothing flammable. No fuel or blasting caps.

Nothing prohibited.

- Firearms? - Two shotguns.

Based on the claim check, they're in a gun case

belonging to the gent in seat 14c.

But he's got no access to it.

It's a checked bag in the cargo hold.

It's okay, honey.

Shhh.

Mommy's right here.

Okay, first one to switch seats with mom gets free drinks

until the international date line.

Or until you reach for the barf bag,

whichever comes first.

I'm happy to help.

Perfect. Thanks.

Thank you so much.

Of course. I'm sorry I didn't offer sooner.

It's okay. It's okay.

You okay?

Can I get a five?

Yes!

If you need anything, let me know.

I got a little girl at home myself.

All right, my friend. What'll it be?

Club soda. Working on a project.

Got to finish it before we land.

You got it.

Welcome to borealis flight 301,

nonstop from Seattle to Beijing.

Expected flight time is 11 hours and 30 minutes.

I'll do the belt, but I'm not doing the vest.

Definitely not the vest.

We request your attention as Phil demonstrates

the safety features of this aircraft.

Ordinarily we'd begin with a seat-belt demonstration,

but Phil is so good with the vest,

we're gonna go ahead and flip the script.

No weapons. No explosives.

No one on board with a criminal record.

Maybe the agency got it wrong

about this flight being a target.

Well, then we just got an all-expense-paid trip

to Beijing.

You. Me.

The great wall between us.

- All right, it's 10 hours. - Yeah.

Excuse me.

I-I just paid for Wi-Fi, and it's not working.

We've lost contact with Seattle center,

and our transponder just went out.

Fellas, we got a problem.

Fellas?

Okay, we got two problems.

The Wi-Fi's out.

- Hello? - I can't reach tom or Solomon.

Dumont's gone dark.

What's the second one?

Cockpit's lost communication with ground control.

The plane vanished.

It's begun.

I'm piped into the faa network.

Control centers at seatac, Vancouver, Anchorage...

No sign of our plane. Nothing.

It didn't just disappear. There must be something.

There is, but we can't see it.

They're jamming the signals. With what?

Nothing came in with the passengers or the luggage.

Well, maybe it was already there.

Franklin Dutch.

Now, he's the airline employee we knew was on board.

But what we didn't know, he's the mechanic

who serviced the plane.

And it gets worse.

He's scheduled to work tomorrow in Dallas.

So?

So if he's supposed to be in Dallas,

why is he on a flight to Beijing?

This plane is about to be hijacked.

I thought you guys were here to stop something

We are, but the people who jammed your signal

have every advantage.

Our only advantage is, for the moment, we're driving this bus.

Can you land the plane without restoring communication?

As long as I have a line of sight.

Then get one. Fast as you can.

I reviewed the maintenance records,

and everything checks out. Check again.

Everything checks out except for this one anomaly.

The emergency oxygen generators

are scheduled to be replaced every two years.

But Franklin Dutch replaced them after only one.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the captain has asked me to inform you

that due to a small mechanical issue,

we will be making an unscheduled landing.

What's going on?

It's all gonna be okay, ma'am.

Take that off.

I'm not gonna ask again.

Cabin differential pressure is lowering.

Descending through 21,000 feet.

Tell me who you're with,

or I will put a bullet in your belly.

Hand it over.

Dumont, do you copy?

Masks on!

Everyone! Now!

You need to put yours on, as well.

Go on. It's gonna be okay.

What am I looking at?

Five of the six ex-military passengers

and their seat assignments.

They didn't sit together. So?

They're Navy seals.

They trained together on coronado.

They were deployed to the middle east at the same time.

And pretending not to know each other. Tasty.

Yeah. And if that wasn't suspicious enough,

one of them is our mechanic, Franklin Dutch.

Call dod. Find out everything you can on those guys.

We're in.

Set the course.

Hey. I found this on one of the flight attendants.

Air marshals?

No.

They're something else.

Where's the other guy? Missing.

Find him.

We're back on radar.

The flight attendant found the jammer.

How much longer to the lz?

Six minutes.

Dumont, do you hear me?

Loud and clear, buddy.

Welcome back. I found the jammer.

I'm in the cargo hold. What's your status?

Hijackers are in charge.

I count four. Mercs. Well-trained.

- And Solomon? - Unclear.

He's down.

You said there were two shotguns on board.

I wouldn't mind knowing where those are.

- On it. - The dod have anything?

The intel focused mainly on this guy... Carter cane.

He's a former spec ops commander

and a specialist at seizing assets in war zones.

The rest all just served under him.

- Any time, dumont. - Working on it.

They completed one last sanctioned mission in Iraq

before going awol indefinitely.

Since then, dod attributes at least a half a dozen heists

to their crew, from monets stolen in Munich

to the theft of a classified mortar prototype in haifa.

High-risk thefts... Like stealing

what the ost hides on planes.

The question is, what are they after this time?

Looking, looking...

There.

Crate 217.

Black gun case.

Quaid, our mystery guest...

What's taking so long to locate him?

I'm doing a sweep down below.

You should've listened to me.

- Package secure. - 90 seconds to the lz.

Quaid, status report.

One down. Four to go.

Good luck with that.

We're gonna be getting off at the next stop.

Enjoy the ride.

Lock the hatch.

In 10, tasker.

There's no time.

The cabin's depressurized.

Why? What's happening?

Hey. Hey!

Come on. Wake up. Hey. Hey.

Tom, no time.

You need to get on the controls.

God. Are you serious?

Okay.

Okay, dumont, how do I land this thing?

You need to disengage the autopilot

and level the plane.

Okay. Great. How do I do that?

Quickly. There are two switches on the main console

in front of you.

Okay, done. Next?

Grab the yoke and slowly pull back on it.

Right. Nice and steady.

It won't budge.

They must be going too fast.

Solutions, please. Not problems.

- I'm trying. - Extend the flaps.

- What? - White knob on the right.

Pull it down.

Okay, what else?

Now the speed brakes. What is that?

Black lever right next to you.

Okay, it's not working.

Pull up!

God.

Tom?

Yeah, I'm alive.

Altitude's stable.

What happened?

Why don't you land this thing

and I'll tell you all about it?

I thought I'd lost you.

Any word on Solomon?

I've ordered a full search-and-rescue op,

dedicated satellite sweeps.

Whatever it takes to bring him home.

What is this all about?

That's what we're about to find out.

Daniel bishop, you know tom keen.

He and Matias Solomon were on the plane together.

I want to thank you for saving the lives

of everyone on board.

Almost everyone.

Yeah. I heard an agent's Mia.

We've identified the strike team,

but two others are unaccounted for.

Aldon braddock and Jennifer lin.

I assume that's not a coincidence.

The package wasn't a package. It was a person.

Yes. Jennifer lin is a deep-cover asset.

Chinese-American. No one could know about her

because of her mission in macao.

What mission? Have you heard of lu tao?

Chinese crime lord.

His network dominates the Asian black market

in everything from arms dealing to human trafficking.

Lin was on her way to become lu tao's personal translator.

For the first time, we were gonna have inside access.

Why did cane and his crew target her?

I have no idea why they took her.

And aldon braddock? Ex-army ranger.

Top marks, decorated, honorable discharge.

How does he fit in?

Your guess is as good as mine.

What is this place?

Why are you doing this?

Shut up.

The plane... all those people...

I'm telling you, say nothing.

Where are you going?

What do you want from me?

Don't leave me here!

Can I help you?

Hey, Kat. Scottie asked me to bring

in the latest on the search and rescue on Solomon.

Any news?

Nothing yet.

I-I can, um, give it to her

when she gets back. You know what? That's okay.

She asked me to drop it on her desk.

And I figure I'm still low man on the totem pole,

so I should probably do exactly what she says.

Smart man.

Not just the phone. You need him to sign an nda.

An nda? Trevor?

I tell him things. What kind of things?

Things that I don't want disclosed.

What?

Well, it's just, I saw tom keen earlier,

and he said that he was going to leave a report on your desk.

Find tom, ask him what he did with it.

Get the nda from legal.

And, remember, it has to be notarized.

Falcon.

Well done.

We're one step closer to the truth.

How is Agnes?

Agnes?

She must be almost, what, 1 by now?

She's 11 months.

She's everything.

I miss her.

I hope to meet her someday.

The letters give us numbers, see?

Now all we need is the key book.

This... This is the key...

The key book is a comic?

Book ciphers have...

Have been used for hundreds of years.

Book ciphers, not comic-book ciphers.

Some have never been successfully cracked

because nobody knew the right book.

Each set of three numbers gives us a page...

a panel,

and a word within the panel.

You know, she kept something else in that safe.

Something's not right. It's always worked before.

Are you sure it's "falcon"?

It was a child's handprint.

The keyword?

It was my handprint.

You must have made a mistake.

Yeah, I did make a mistake.

Believing in you. Give me this.

There's no conspiracy.

She's not a sleeper agent, all right?

And there's no message in a comic book.

Where are you going?

I came here for proof, okay, and this isn't it.

So I'm gonna go tell her who I am.

You'll get us both killed.

Step aside.

Step...

Aside.

Operator 48, this is bluebeard, over.

Operator 48, this is bluebeard.

Do you copy?

Where's the landing zone?

Where were you supposed to meet up with your compadres?

Okay, let me lay this out for you.

Broken femur. Sun's going down.

Out of radio contact.

And you're naked.

You will be wolf meat by morning.

Unless we get to the lz.

So...

Where are your pals?

Kr-20.

The blueprints.

I don't know.

Kr-20, I don't know what that is.

I'm told you do.

Every winter, when I was a boy,

my mother had the most terrible choice to make.

Should she put food on the table

or turn on the heat?

'Cause she couldn't afford to do both.

Well, mostly she fed us,

and we would huddle our way through.

Until the winter of '93.

It was so damn cold.

Hand to god, I got frostbite.

In my apartment.

Lost two toes.

After that, mother swore she'd never choose

between food and heat again.

So...

She took out a loan...

From the neighborhood loan shark.

Lance wilbanks.

36% interest.

That first month, our bellies were full

and our feet were warm.

And then the payments came due.

A month later, there was no food or heat.

And mama prayed for a miracle.

She prayed.

And she prayed.

But that woman, she could pray.

And I'll be damned if the clouds didn't part,

and the hand of god didn't reach down

and deliver that fine woman from her misery in the form

of the so-timely demise of Lance wilbanks.

One bullet to the temple.

His bankroll taken. Crime never solved.

And my mother never had to make that terrible choice again.

I was 13.

And wilbanks was the first man

that I ever killed.

Point being...

I hate being cold.

So I can either head off into the wilderness

and seek shelter on my own,

or you can tell me where the lz is

and we can both thaw out.

All right, suit yourself.

There's an abandoned mill.

I have coordinates.

All right.

What are they?

It turns out the radio does work, after all.

- Can I talk to you? - Of course.

Alone?

What?

We got him. Solomon. We got Solomon.

British Columbia, outside osoyoos.

He radioed coordinates.

Find Nez.

You're wheels up in 30 minutes.

This isn't working.

She won't give us kr-20.

You vetted my sources. That girl's lying to you.

Let me talk to her. She's not lying.

She doesn't know. We can't waste any more time.

Signal jammer was broken.

Ground control was able to track the plane.

If they're smart,

they've already dispatched search and rescue.

Find Dutch. Get him to pack up.

She's your mess.

Clean it up.

Braddock!

Braddock?

Jumping out of an airplane. Really? Child's play.

You just can't die, can you?

Well, now that you mention it...

No.

So, what are we looking at?

We're looking at a three- or four-man team

in a machine shop two miles from here.

They got a hostage.

And my new friend back there says

she's got intel on the kr-20.

that terrorist groups have been trying to get their hands on

for a few years now.

It's dumont.

Aldon braddock, the one-off.

Everyone in the crew was in the same unit except braddock.

- So how does he fit in? - Through Jennifer lin.

Three years ago, she was attached to his ranger unit.

Those two new each other.

Knew each other how?

It looks like they had an affair,

because after it ended,

she had a restraining order against him.

This doesn't make sense.

Love never does, my friend.

That's Franklin Dutch.

We got another one down.

Carter cane. That leaves Jennifer and braddock.

Son of a bitch. Where are they?

Sorry it took so long to get you away from them.

I just had to find the right opportunity.

Are you out of your mind?!

Hijacking a plane? Kidnapping me mid-flight?

They did it because you told them

I knew about kr-whatever.

Yes. Okay? Yes. Exactly.

I knew that they would do whatever it takes

to get their hands on the blueprints for the kr-20.

Did the plane crash? So I told them you had them.

Did all those people die? I tried to talk to you.

I did everything that I could to get you to listen to me.

If something terrible did happen to that plane,

I don't blame you for that.

Me?

for getting the restraining order.

You don't see it, but I did all that for you.

For us.

- A distress beacon? - On a boat, yes.

A call for help.

It pings a government search-and-rescue system.

This ping came from a boat near Seattle,

registered by Colin hordwell.

And unless he's got an evil twin,

he's using it as an alias for aldon braddock.

Contact Nez. Tell her we know

where braddock and Jennifer lin are.

So, I got it all figured out.

There's this town on the skeena river.

We can get a cabin,

get licensed to run fishing expeditions.

How's that sound?

Jennifer!

It's okay! I know you're confused!

Come out! We can talk about it!

Jennifer!

Aah! Aah!

Jennifer!

Get away from me!

Don't you understand? That's never gonna happen.

You're sick. You need help.

No. All I need is you.

No. You messed up everything.

No. Don't.

Nobody had to die.

Nobody had to get hurt.

We could have been so happy.

I got him. Don't move.

Hey.

Hi.

What's all this?

Burner phone.

Retainer agreement.

Nda.

Nda?

Nondisclosure agreement.

What? You're kidding, right?

You're to have it charged at all times.

It is to be with you between the hours

of 11:00 A.M. and midnight.

Messages left on the phone are to be returned

within 15 minutes or you're in breach.

Now I know you're kidding.

Welcome to my life.

Is this a bad time?

You made visual contact.

So it's confirmed?

No, no. I'm... I'm still here.

Yeah, you have my go to move on the target.

Everything okay?

No, it's... it's not.

It's not even close to being okay.

Maybe I can...

Make things a little easier.

I doubt that very much.

I misjudged you.

S-somebody...

Somebody told me that you weren't to be trusted.

And because of that, I haven't really been...

Myself.

I haven't really been honest...

with you.

Honest with me about what?

Um...

Tom.

It's Liz.

We're really struggling.

I didn't even want to bring it up.

I don't want to burden you.

Nothing's more important than family.

If you need time, take it.

Marriage is hard.

Mine certainly is.

Was.

My marriage was difficult.

If only I could see Howard again.

We'd have so much to talk about.