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Babe, are you out here?

Yeah.

Thought you might be.

I have to go soon.

Okay. Okay, I'm comin'.

Come say goodbye to me.

-Coffee?
-Good call.

-Would you make one while I finish packing?
-Of course.

Car should be here in a minute.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

West bound is experiencing
heavy traffic...

starting from the 610 Garret
road exit and stretching...

What am I gonna do without
your coffee for five days?

-They have coffee in London.
-Do they?

You sound really sure for
somebody who's never been.

Five days? I thought
you said four.

Yeah. Four days there, and
then I'm back on the overnight.

Right.

You can still come, you know.

I can't.

I mean, there's somethin' I'm
tryin' to untangle at work.

Come on.

Just this once. Take a risk.

Next time. I promise.

This is a list of things
that need to be watered.

Thursday morning, don't
forget to leave your key

-for Mike and his son for the boiler.
-Right.

Those should last
until I get home.

Remind you of me.

Don't need reminding.

No?

Are you sure you're
gonna be okay?

I'll be fine.

Come on.

Love you.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Bye.

Bye!

Good to see you,
brother. Yeah. Yeah.

-What's going on, Chuck?
-Hey.

Hey, you just back
from somewhere?

Across the pond, man.
Everywhere and nowhere.

-You know how it is.
-Yeah.

You just buzzin'
in and buzzin' out?

Yeah. I got a day of
security debrief...

and then, it's the
home base, man.

Go kiss my little girl.

That's important.

Yeah. I just said
goodbye to my wife.

Hey, man, what are you
doing for lunch today?

-Nothin'. No, no plans.
-Yeah?

-Yeah. Yeah, I'm completely free, man.
-That's great.

You know, I got
this computer shit.

Just a few, like, bits and bytes

I would love to get that big
brain of yours to decipher.

I swear, last time,
bro, you saved my life.

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

-Yeah, of course.
-That's great. All right.

So, you go ahead and
you eat your lunch,

then I'll come get ya?

-Yeah.
-My man.

Tick tock, tick boom, bro.

Floor Minus Two. Operations.

Floor Minus Five.
Decryption and Analysis.

Hello. Are you there, Charlie?

What do you have for me
today, Señor Inquiline?

2.1 terabyte tranche.

Kabul Station.

2014 to 2022.

Open this alone.

No charge this time.

How's the weather in Istanbul?

Nice try.

It's just a matter of time.

You think?

It's been five years, Charlie,
and you're still guessing.

I'll get there.

I like puzzles.

Not as much as I like anonymity.

If I had to guess, you're a 50-year-old
Russian man living in Istanbul...

with an affinity for Reddit
boards and Turkish coffee.

Perhaps, perhaps not.

I'm serious. Be
careful with this data.

It's highly compromising
for your agency.

Hey.

Hi, Team.

Tell me again. How big
did you say the crate was?

Twenty meters by 10.

Another one of
Slater's hypotheticals.

Satellite images of a crate
on the back of a semi-truck...

rectangular in shape,
20 by 10 meters.

Destination?

A major metropolitan area.

-LA.
-Wrong coast.

Is the truck from Pennsylvania?

Headed to DC?

So far, so good.

-A flagpole.
-No, a missile.

Christmas tree.

The White House tree always comes from
a farm in Lehighton, Pennsylvania.

And dimensions of the
truck tell the rest.

-He can be really annoying sometimes.
-Wow.

Who's that?

The most dangerous
man in the building.

Secret agent. Bang, bang.

He and Heller are besties.

I'm his bestie.

We're just acquaintances.

How do you know him?

Saved his life.

Heller.

What are you wearing?

Sarah?

No. Saddam Hussein.

He's dead.

Humor, Heller.

Right, right.

I'm just calling to
let you know I'm here.

Right. I know. I
know. I tracked you.

I'd be hurt if you didn't.

I'm just grabbing a coffee.

Trying to keep me awake a little bit longer
while I wait for the rest of the team.

All right. Take a walk. Go
get some fresh air, honey.

But I want to lie down.

No. If you lie down,
you'll never get up.

Is that sage advice
from the world traveler?

Harsh.

Hey, listen. I'm on
to something here.

Can I call you later?

Yeah. I love you.

I love you, babe. Bye. Bye.

-Bye. Bye.
-Bye.

-Bye.
-Bye-bye.

What the hell?

There are witness reports
of a drone strike...

but U.S. sources have confirmed
that it was a suicide bomber.

-The scale of the attacks devastated...
-Some 150 people killed...

including French special forces.

Seven Danish marines were
killed in the explosion...

which was initially reported
as a misdirected air strike.

A Department of
Defense spokesman...

denied reports of U.S. Air
Force operations in the area...

blaming the attack
on local insurgents.

Chief Moore.

Hey, buddy.

Carlos.

You okay? You look
like a damn ghost.

I was just rectifying some...

Charlie?

Some files.

Okay.

I may have looked
somewhere I shouldn't have.

Within our department?

Gray area.

We don't do gray areas, Charlie.

Our work is decidedly binary.

Then, no.

In that case, what you
do is you keep quiet.

Yeah.

Hey, I'm either busy or dropped
my cell at the bottom of my bag.

Tell me who you are
and I'll call you back.

Hey, it's me.

Miss you.

I will water the
flowers first thing.

Call me.

-Chief Moore.
-Charlie.

I'm sorry, I don't see you
down here very often, sir.

Why would you?

Nice office you have.

Yeah. Yeah, if you don't
like sunlight or fresh air.

For a moss or a
lichen or mushrooms...

Charlie, have you been
tracking the news?

Well, I'm still tryin' to
find an outlet I can trust.

That's what we thought when we
heard you were here this morning.

We?

I need you to come with me
to the Director's office.

Please.

Floor Seven. Executive.

Director.

Director O'Brien, this
is Charlie Heller.

-Hi.
-Hello, Charlie. Come have a seat.

I'd rather not.

Mr. Heller, I'm afraid there
was a situation in London.

Have you heard?

London?

An attack at the
Christopher Street Hotel.

-Charlie...
-No, no.

I'm very sorry, Mr. Heller.

What?

-Your wife has been killed.
-No.

No, she's at a conference.

We should call her.

-Charlie, I'm very sorry to give you this...
-Can we call her?

I have to call her.

Charlie, I think you
need to see this.

We're following a breaking
news story here in London...

where a terrifying hostage
situation unfolded...

at the Christopher Street
Hotel earlier today.

Four assailants
stormed into the hotel,

taking a number of
individuals hostage.

Two individuals sadly
lost their lives...

including an American woman...

-who was taken hostage during the ordeal.
-It doesn't say it's her.

-Eyewitnesses report a chaotic scene...
-Charlie, you have to believe us.

...inside the hotel as the
perpetrators forced their way...

This is footage we pulled
from surveillance cams.

...terrorized the
guests and the staff.

One of the victims
has been identified.

She is a 32-year-old
American woman...

that was tragically taken
hostage by the assailants.

The police are
not revealing her.

It's all right.

I got this. Don't
worry about it.

Charlie, Charlie, wait!

Charles! Charles!

Metropolitan Police has
initiated a citywide manhunt.

They are working tirelessly
to locate the assailants...

and secure the rescue and
release of the hostage...

How can we not know more?

This was in London...

947,000 cameras.

They drove into traffic.

Nobody is getting
away with this.

You have my word.

Okay.

Tell me what we know so far.

Mr. Heller...

with respect, let
us handle this.

Forgive me, sir, I don't
believe we've officially met.

I'm the one who's gonna
ensure that those who did this

are held to account.

And what would that look
like, sir, with respect...

being "held to account"?

Look, we can't get
into specifics yet.

Of course, you understand that.

We'll tell you what we
can as soon as we can.

You just said what
he said, only nicer.

Go home, Charlie.

You need to take some time.

-Next of kin?
-Yes.

The suspects arrived
via the service entrance

around 11:00 hours.

The vehicle had been
stolen overnight

at about 01:24 in the East End.

Prints, DNA, all
professionally scrubbed out.

Four-person team.

Appears they had a meeting...

with Impact Investments out
of Indonesia on our radar.

This is when it all started.

Something must have
got heated inside,

it spilled out
into the corridor.

Impact's security
detail got jumpy,

and one of the four drew on him.

One dead, one critical.

Hotel security are alerted, and
the police have been called.

The suspects are now in a
race to leave the building...

and they decided to
grab some insurance.

Everyone! Get down!

Everyone down.

Get down. Get down.

No, no, no. Run. Run.

They only took Sarah because
she tried to save someone else.

You do as I say.

Move!

You do as I say. Move!

You do as I say. Move!

The man who took Sarah
is Mishka Blazhic.

Origins in Belarus, though
often based in Moscow.

They fled the conference
room with three hostages.

Stay down, or I'll shoot you!

This man, Lawrence
Ellish, is South African.

Ex-special forces.

Ellish seems to handle
shipments for the wider group.

Armed police and security were
arriving from St. Pancras Station...

but were ordered to hold
back because of the hostages.

Police sealed off the area,
marksmen in position...

but the suspects are
exposed, and they knew it.

-Armed police! Drop your weapons!
-Get down!

Sarah's killer is
harder to track.

He seems to sense the
cameras. He says nothing.

But I processed all the
CCTV, cell phones...

dash cams, body cams...

and the audio to give us a 360.

And that provides us with an ID.

This is Horst Schiller.

Loose affiliations with dozens
of mercs and defense groups.

I'm still filling that in.

They seem to be
operating as interface...

between bad state actors
and terrorist entities.

All business.

And they keep getting hired.

But for this one, I
have a current location.

Gretchen Frank.

Former Armenian IO.

She's in Paris.

Buys her bread at this cafe.

Turns up there regularly.

You knew this?

Thank you.

-We'll do a comparison.
-Wait.

You already know
about Gretchen Frank?

I understand you wanna
see progress, Charlie.

But sometimes, the best
course of action...

isn't always the most obvious.

"Most obvious"?

We want the whole network.

The network has nothing
to do with Sarah.

But everything to do
with the sovereignty

and security of this country.

What you do is very important
to what we do, Charlie.

We think it would be good
for you to see Dr. Garrison.

Am I here for me or the Agency?

It is important we assess you're
well enough to return to work.

Obviously.

But you've suffered
a terrible loss.

And we want to support you.

Can you describe your feelings?

Right now?

You mean, denial, anger...

acceptance...

Say more.

She's gone.

Yeah, that she had
to go like that.

And that I didn't speak to her
on the phone when she called.

-And you blame yourself for that?
-Yes.

For not going with her
when she asked me to,

because I never do.

Never did.

And what is that
making you feel?

Pretty useless.

Angry.

Very, very angry.

I gave the Agency the
names of Sarah's killers.

They did nothing.

-What do you want them to do?
-Their job!

I want them to go
after Sarah's killers.

Will that make you feel better?

This shouldn't be about me.

Sarah mattered.

She deserves more.

But in the end,
this is about you.

Sarah's gone.

You are gonna have to try
and come to terms with that.

I can help.

But only you can really
make things better.

Floor Minus Five.
Decryption and Analysis.

And the renovation schedule?

We can discuss the
cryptography project.

Okay. All right. I can do this.

Thanks. I think we
need to flag this.

You've been very quiet lately.

Guessed where I live yet?

You good here for
a minute, buddy?

I gotta close up the back.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I got you covered out here.

Floor Seven. Executive.

I'm holding the highlights
of over 100 eyes-only cables.

These are double coded from a
data cache out of Kabul Station.

These are the official cables.

Same dates, same events...

except for very
key information...

that has been altered or completely
scrubbed from the record.

What are you talking about?

This is your cover-up.

Have you lost your mind?

To put it mildly.

This is your order of operations
to destroy a hospital in Syria.

An allied base in Yemen.

An Afghani politician's house.

You have no idea what...

A border crossing in Somalia.

I count more than
1,000 casualties...

and over 400
civilian fatalities.

It's only out of respect
for your recent loss...

that I'm not throwing
you out of this office.

I'm just gonna tell you, you
don't have a goddamn clue.

You see right here?

The convoy?

You targeted our allies.

You false-flagged it.

You got them all fired up...

and then sucked them right
back in where you wanted them.

You were forcing mission creep.

Okay. That's enough.

"That's enough"?

These were not
operational choices.

You, sir, made
political decisions.

And your signatures
are all over these.

Here and here. And here.

-You are so far above your pay grade.
-And here.

Well, you're right.
You're right.

Maybe we should...

take this up with the director?

Let her call it?

Or maybe it's for the
Times or the Post.

You've been to the
press with this?

-You'll go to jail, idiot.
-Maybe.

But we'll all be there together.

We have a mission here.

A responsibility.

We'll defend our nation
by any means necessary.

I don't think Mr. Heller came here to
debate ethics and practices, right?

Right.

First, you need to know that
I've set up a dead man's switch.

If I don't code in
every five hours...

these files will
automatically be sent

to three top investigative
journalists...

along with a detailed report
and timeline of the events.

Twenty-four hours later, the files
will be released to the public.

I get it.

We kill you, Wolf
Blitzer wins an Emmy.

No. Not just kill me.

You put me in jail, you
black-site me, you extradite me...

you'll only condemn yourselves.

Then what the hell do you want?

He wants us to kill the
people who killed his wife.

No. No.

I don't want you to kill them.

I wanna kill them myself.

-I beg your pardon?
-You heard me.

I want to find and kill the
people who murdered my wife.

The CIA will train me.

I mean, this is a
practical joke, right?

I don't think you could
beat a 90-year-old nun

in an arm-wrestling match.

That's funny.

Humor?

I want mission-specific
training...

and all the information the
company has on these people.

Cash. And a new
identity. A legend.

Anything else?

An Aston Martin?

A jet pack, maybe?

I want a fighting chance.

How do we know he really set
up the dead man's switch?

We don't.

We need to keep a lid on this.

Right.

So, let's play along...

till we're sure.

What? Actually train him?

What harm can it do?

Probably quit of his own accord.

Meanwhile, get Park onto him.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

We scrub his life till
we find the switch.

If it exists.

If it doesn't...

well, maybe there's
a training accident.

Let's use Henderson.

Escort team, stand by for
new arrival at gate four.

Charles Heller?

Charlie.

You're late.

With respect, I'm
actually about...

You're late.

You comin'?

The hell you doin'?

I'm not an Uber driver.

Sorry.

-Okay.
-Put it over here on the left.

Yeah. Put those two
routers over there.

-I got 'em.
-The HDMI cables are in the box.

My bet is he's bluffing.

The man has an IQ of
170. Let's not assume.

The only way out is
through security...

and there's not a chance he got
past them with a digital file.

Then why is he standing in
blind spots for over 40 minutes?

Here, here, and
here. On this day.

And look at that sweat.

Yeah. That is a lot of sweat.

Are you my handler?

I am Colonel Henderson.

My friends call me Hendo.

You will call me
Colonel Henderson.

I have been asked to give
you a refresher course...

even though what
you'll learn here

is outside the
normal curriculum.

Next to God Almighty, I am the most
important person in the world...

to an operative looking to
target enemy combatants.

Do precisely as I say...

and there is a slight chance
you may come out of this alive.

Only a slight chance?

I'm overestimating your odds
to boost your confidence, son.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please give us the room.

Go have coffee. Now.

-Yeah, make sure you check for all spots.
-All right, checking.

Open all hard drive cleaners.

Bring the mountings too.

Wait. You think
he used a skimmer?

They don't work on these drives.

They work on printers.

Six days ago, he sent the
files to the printer...

and skimmed them with
a magnetic strip...

rewrote the software
in the printer.

Doesn't mean he got the
strip out of the building.

Okay. So, ANPR has his Saab at
Best Buy at 09:17 on the 13th...

where he bought
the magnetic strip.

Then got gas.

Copied the files at 11:03...

met you two the next morning.

If he smuggled it
out, he did it here.

Still, screener
picked up nothing.

Maybe he swallowed it.

Still would have picked it up.

Kind of far.

You stand right there.

Hold your fire!

Try it closer.

Just a few rounds.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Did we test your vision?

Guess I just have
to get that close.

Yeah, at point blank range...

you might have a 50-50
chance of hittin' something.

Overestimating my odds?

Why don't you guys check
the downstairs bathroom?

Pass me those boxes.

So, an IED consists
of an initiator...

switch, main charge...

power source, container
for enhancements.

Stuff like fertilizer, nails...

glass, ammonia nitrate.

Beauty is, you can
use what you find,

big or small, as you like.

Improvise. Design
it for your purpose.

Carry the components with you.

I'll be damned.

Looks like we finally found
something you do well, Heller.

May I keep this?

Sure.

He went here twice. This bar.

Why?

Once with Mr. Dominguez
on the night of the 24th.

Couple of weeks
after his wife died.

And then again, the
next month, the 13th.

-The day he downloaded the files.
-Right.

We searched it, though.

Let's search it again.

-Name?
-Clark Nicholas Jenson.

Spell that for me.

J-E-N-S-O-N.

-You sure?
-Yeah.

Not Jenson Clark?

-No!
-Fast.

Clark Nicholas Jenson.

-Where were you born?
-Raleigh. Raleigh, North Carolina.

-Which hospital? Now!
-Duke University Hospital.

-Your mother's maiden name?
-Deborah Jane Hammock.

Just a sec.

It's all being re-swept.
Even the parking lot.

There's no drive here.

Okay. That's what
we didn't find.

But what did we find?

I don't know, this was
stuck under the jukebox.

Give me a quarter.

Pull the disc.

You...

are not a killer.

No?

-Hey, who's this?
-Leave them.

These the assholes that
killed your wife, huh?

So, how do you plan
to take them all out?

The first one you kill,

you let the other ones
know you're coming.

And then what? What's your plan?

How are you gonna keep the
people at Langley off your ass?

That's what I need
you to teach me.

All right. I'll teach you.

Take it.

-Come on.
-Go on, take it.

What is it? What are you...

-Take it! Now!
-Hey!

Point it at my chest.

-Point it at my chest!
-You think that...

-Do it now!
-All right, all right.

Put your finger on the trigger!

Come on.

Look at me.

Come on.

Come on, Charlie.

Paralyzing, isn't it?

Pointing a live weapon
at someone like that.

You have to either be very
confident or very stupid...

which is its own
kind of confidence.

Truth is you don't have
that kinda confidence.

And you are not stupid.
Not in the slightest.

You're just not a
killer, Charlie.

People have certain gifts.

You can't do what I do, no
matter how much I train you...

as much as you can't teach
me how to break code.

I can't make you into
somethin' that you're not.

I'm sorry.

When the time comes...

I'll pull the trigger.

When the time comes...

you won't even remember which end
of the gun the bullet comes out of.

How long is this gonna take?

With this encryption,
four or five hours.

What if she can't break
Heller's encryption?

She will.

How do we know he
didn't make 50 copies?

We don't.

Ali.

We're in.

It's a bluff.

He was playing us.

And he did pretty well, too.

Take him off the board?

Yeah.

Okay.

He's gone?

He's got a bag full
of passports...

even hacked the biometrics.

Yeah, he got out on
a janitor's card.

This is a joke.

Maybe y'all misjudged
this individual.

You think?

He knew exactly
what he was doin'.

Kept us chasin' breadcrumbs
just long enough...

while he got himself
some training.

Mr. Heller...

bugging a CIA officer...

is treason.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard
American Airlines flight AA143...

with service from Washington
Dulles to London Heathrow.

We thank you for your attention
whilst we demonstrate...

the safety features
of the aircraft.

Yes?

Okay, you can open them.

Happy birthday.

Did it crash?

Apparently it wasn't tied down
properly and got thrown around...

in a tornado or
hurricane or something.

What do you think?

I have no words.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

It's not crazy?

It needs some work.

You think?

This...

This is the most beautiful
thing I've ever seen.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Second most.

Happy birthday.

...Paris will be departing
now from platform two.

He's in London.

One of his passports just lit up
at immigration on his way to Paris.

-I'll grab local liaison.
-No.

This stays with us.

What about Henderson?

Call him.

Hey, there, lockpick fans.

Okay. Today we're gonna pick
an apartment-style lock.

So, the first thing
we're gonna do

is you're gonna take
your tension wrench...

and you're gonna stick it in the
bottom of the keyhole and the plug...

just like so. Feel it?

You're gonna apply just a little
bit of pressure, just a little bit.

Hey, you don't want too much.

Too much and what's gonna happen is
the pins are gonna bind up on you...

and you won't be able to
get 'em up on a shear line.

And you're not gonna
get into that door.

So, gently, gently...

and feel it rotate back and
forwards, listening carefully.

Just a light touch.

All the pins are gonna line up.

And then, you're
in. There you go.

How to pick a lock.

Pretty darn easy.

Yeah, don't forget to
like and subscribe.

Thank y'all. See you next week.

Yes.

-Sunflowers.
-Yeah.

Excuse me.

All of them, please.

The lilies as well, please.

I'll get all of them.

You must have done
something really bad.

Not yet.

It's pollen.

Who are you?

Tell me where Horst Schiller
is and I'll let you out.

Screw you.

No.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no. That's
not gonna work.

Open the door.

I'm sorry. Not
until you tell me.

Please, just tell
me where he is.

Why?

Because you killed my wife.

Her name was Sarah.

Tell me where he is.

Tell me!

Tell me!

I don't... I don't know.

He contacts...

He contacts us.

Messenger...

I can't hear you.

I can't hear you.

Shit!

Shit.

Hello.

37 euros, please, sir.

What do we know
about Gretchen Frank?

Our people say one of her
own folks ran her down.

Most likely fallout from when
the London job went south.

I'll let State know.

French ambassador is asking.

Wasn't us.

You want a beer?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

How did you find me?

Phone you pulled
off Gretchen Frank.

-It's like a radar ping.
-Shit.

Doesn't matter
how smart you are.

If you panic, that will
always screw up a good plan.

Then there's the
survival instinct.

No one goes down easy.

And, of course, the aftermath...

when you realize you've done
something you can't undo, ever.

I can live with that.

You can't.

You surprised me, Charlie.

I can't tell you
how rare that is.

But it ends here.

There are no three-volley
salutes in this work.

We're the John Does that get found
in the dumpster, if we get found.

Which you won't.

I'm sorry.

No, those were good lessons.

You're a good teacher, Hendo.

I took that into account.

Fifty-fifty odds, right?

Did you ever account for
the things I was good at?

Base charge on a timer.

You have one new message.

Meet Ottoman Cargo.

Hangar seven. They're
expecting you.

You'll need 500 euros in cash.

You have one new message.

The Fahri Cafe,
Kuveloğlu Street.

I will pass you a book.

Wait. He is not who
you're looking for.

Check your phone.

It was reckless of you to come
here, whatever your reasons.

Listen, I need your help.

No. You have nowhere else to go.

That's not the same thing.

We're shopping, okay?

Give me your backpack.

And your hat.

Now you look less American.

What do you want?

My wife was murdered.

I know about your wife.

And Paris, that was you?

I need to find the others.

No. Not here.

There is a parking garage four
blocks from here, that way.

First floor.

Do some shopping, then meet
me there in half an hour.

And if you're not
followed, we'll talk more.

So, how long has it been you?

Six years.

My husband was a CIA asset.

Former KGB.

He was Inquiline until he died.

He fell out of a window.

I'm sorry.

Accidental falls from windows

are the number-one cause
of death of former KGB.

You didn't know?

He taught me everything
he was doing...

how to mine data
cache, encrypt files.

And after he died...

well, I decided to keep up my
connection to your department...

in case I needed help.

Which is why I always thought
you were a middle-aged man.

Because you were, to begin with.

You aren't exactly what
I pictured, either.

How did you picture me?

I don't know.

Mr. CIA-man-with-a-gun, I guess.

So, you'll help me?

It's better than
any alarm system.

This is the first place I've
stayed in for more than a month...

in the last three years.

I don't sleep.

But I just don't
want to run anymore.

What makes you think
they won't find you here?

For that night...

when they do.

You really think you're gonna
fight off the Russians with that?

It's not for them.

It's for me.

Those are the three, correct?

Yeah.

Schiller seems to
be the coordinator.

Ringleader.

But he's also the most
difficult to profile.

As far as I can tell, they operate as
middlemen in the proliferation chain.

And just like the
data you showed me...

they also source mercenaries
for Director Moore's black ops.

Ellish sources the weapons,
but he's beyond paranoid.

So, we have to find a way
to pull him out of the dark.

Okay. Perhaps I can
start the conversation.

Suggest I have a
contract for him.

See if he will engage.

Okay. And this is
Mishka Blazhic.

He seems to be based in Moscow,
but he likes to keep on the move.

Enjoys his luxuries. Travels
everywhere first class.

He may be the weak link.

Even posts online.

This was just last week.

No location, but the
vineyard on level ground...

and the spacing is wider than
typical, so probably hotter climate.

Chalky soil. Maybe granite.

Low sun hitting the
wine in his glass.

But the vineyard would
be angled north-south...

so it's sunrise.

And this church. The
architecture looks Spanish.

So, hot in October.

Maybe central Spain.

And here, in the reflection...

girlfriend, maybe.

And there she is.

Alexandra Solovoya,

who also likes to travel.

And she flew Moscow
to Madrid, last week.

We need to project everything
that makes America great...

but we need to do it openly...

-and transparently.
-We have to assume he's still alive.

He has three targets.

And so, I pledge...

We need to locate and
get eyes on all of them.

...this agency will be
worthy of the nation's trust.

Within our country and beyond,
we will be accountable.

I saw your speech.

It was excellent.

You know, you're the first person
my predecessor briefed me on?

About the stick up
your ass on ISIS, AQ...

Iran, counterterrorism?

Even now, three years after
mandatory retirement...

they keep looking the other way.

But it's housekeeping time...

and I need to know
where you stand.

Sounds like you're suggesting
it's time for me to go private.

Write a neat book about
my time with the company.

Yet here we are, enjoying
this lovely meal.

So, why?

Oh, please.

I'm new, but I'm not stupid.

I need you to be accountable.

To me.

Stop playing your
black ops in the sand.

I need to be across everything.

And I mean everything.

Hey, Brian?

Can you bring me another one of
these sourdough roll thingies?

Sure, Mr. Moore.

I'll tell you a story.

Your predecessor sat me down
at this very same table...

no more than a week
into his term...

and gave me pretty much
this exact same speech.

Oh, wait.

Maybe it was his predecessor.

I can't remember.

Anyway, I'll tell
you what I told them.

You have my full support.

Good.

Good talk.

Enjoy that pasta.

Where?

Madrid.

On whose orders?

Your lunch date.

Let's get someone
of our own in play.

Found him.

At the Aguilar Hotel.

Five stars. Nightclub.
Rooftop pool.

What?

Langley will be onto him, too.

Well, then we keep
tracking him...

until we have a clear field.

No.

I'm going.

Okay.

And keep an eye out for him.

This is who they'll send.

Cheers, cheers, cheers.

Nobody walks home. We roll home.

He's a night swimmer.

He pays the staff to
clear the rooftop for him.

...the approval of the team...

and the ambitious plans
were given the green light.

The sky pool is suspended 16 stories
above the ground which is 70 meters.

The thickness of the clear glass
will be 420 centimeters in total...

made of three panels with air
gaps to improve the strength.

The pool will be three meters
tall, five meters wide...

and can hold an impressive
150 tons of water.

You could shoot him from there.

You haven't seen me shoot.

Not for me to say here,
boss, but why bury him?

Why not just roll him up?

We're past that.
Too big of a stench.

Look, he practically invented
half of our surveillance tech.

Now, I will find him...

but you might have a
bigger stench on your hands

if he gives us the slip again.

You won't let that happen.

Charlie Heller.

Okay. You're going to
have to clue me in.

Integrity.

It's all about integrity.

To have morals,
something like that?

Yeah. And something
else as well.

If I have the math right.

I should move.

Can I confirm the pool
will be ready as usual?

Over here.

Second stool down at the bar.

Yeah. What about him?

He's been following me.

I've clocked him three times.

Yeah, well, where there's
one, there's always more.

Shit.

You're right.

Yeah, I've got your man.

He's in the lobby, moving
across towards the elevators.

And the man at the bar,
I have an ID on him.

Charlie, he's also CIA.

You have to leave now.

Heller, are you listening to me?

No. No, we go as planned.

I'm allowed to use the pool.

I paid for it.

Is there a problem?

Tell me where to
find Horst Schiller.

Who are you?

You held a gun to
my wife's head.

She was terrified.

-You have the wrong guy.
-Yeah, yeah, I know.

You didn't pull the trigger.

So, tell me where to find him.

If this is a joke,
I don't get it.

It's not a joke.

This is a remote that
controls a device...

that's been decompressing the air
between the sheets of glass beneath you.

If I trigger it, the
glass will shatter.

So, tell me where he is...

or swim very fast.

You have the wrong person.

No.

I have exactly the right person.

Charlie, you should
get out of there.

Shit.

Henderson's headed your way.

Go towards the stairwell.

Where is he now?

He's in the stairwell.
Three floors above.

Head towards the basement.

There's an exit in the back.

Shit! There's another one...

already in the basement.

He's coming towards you.

Which way? Which way?

Left. Go left.

Where is he? The other one?

I don't know. I'm
looking right now.

Heller, stop!

Stop! Stop.

Charlie, you gotta
get out of there.

You've got to go.

Right now.

You wanted to see me?

Have a seat.

Where's Charlie Heller?

As far as I know, still
on bereavement leave.

You talk to him at all?

We thought it best to give
him some space for now.

Makes sense.

I'll let you know
if we hear from him.

There.

-See that?
-Yeah. What's he doing?

His lips are moving.

Look in his ear.

He's talking to somebody.

Who?

Hotel security was
hacked yesterday.

Right. Time?

11:07. It was a pro job.

The origination
is murky at best.

Istanbul, perhaps.

Talk to me.

From Heller.

"If I had to guess, you're
a 50-year-old Russian man...

living in Istanbul."

"Inquiline."

Code name "Inquiline."

Locate this person.

How are you feeling?

I don't know. I didn't
screw up so much this time.

Not so sure that's
a good thing, right?

Actually, I meant
feeding the birds.

When my husband was murdered...

I wasn't prepared for how
quiet the world would become.

All the sounds that a
person makes in your life.

The rhythms.

How you expect a certain sound
at a certain time of day.

The door, footfall.

The stupid thing he used
to do that annoyed me.

And then suddenly there's...

nothing.

It's just great...

silence.

For me...

every moment since
has been about...

trying to fill that silence.

You need to ask yourself...

Doing all this...

is it how you should fill yours?

Code name, Inquiline.

Ex-FSB by way of the KGB.

Flipped to us in '04.

-Deceased in '17.
-Deceased?

The Russians suspect his widow
may be operating in his place.

Get me the Russian
station chief in Istanbul.

What's wrong?

I want nothing from you.

I just want to sleep for one night
with another person beside me.

Okay.

Shit.

-Move.
-Shit.

Go. Move, move.

This way. This way. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Hey.

Have they gone?

It's okay. It's okay.

We're okay. We've lost them.

We're okay, we're
okay, we're okay.

Shit.

You're okay.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Oh, God.

-Heller's in Berlin.
-What?

This was 40 minutes ago.

Yeah?

Put the money on
the chair. Count it.

Nothing until I
inspect the hardware.

Hardware's right
there. Go ahead.

Stay on the phone.

Shit.

You just armed an IED.
It's on a beam trigger.

You drop the lid, move away, or
cross the beam, it detonates.

Who the hell are you?

Do you honestly think
I came here alone?

Look at the photograph.

See it?

Do you see it?

Yeah, sure. I see
the photograph.

Do you recognize her?

London, maybe?

That's Sarah.

You took her life.

For no reason.

Wasn't me, okay?

I didn't shoot her.

Fine.

Just tell me what I need to know,
and I'll deactivate the device.

All right. Okay.
Come on, come on.

Where is he?
Schiller. Where is he?

It's impossible, man.

After what happened to Gretchen
and Blazhic, he's gone.

Horst's gone.

Well, then you are
of no use to me...

-are you?
-No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait!

He'll be at sea, right?
He stays on his boat.

-Which sea?
-I don't know. Russian waters.

That's 25,000
miles of coastline.

-Which sea?
-I don't know! Russian waters!

Not good enough. Too vague.

Oh, come on, man!

You supply him with this
shit, right? These missiles.

-Correct?
-Yeah.

Yeah? So where do
you deliver them?

A port on the Baltic Primorsk.

It's there. Okay, there's a...

There's a café.

He calls in there,
and that's it.

How do you contact him?

He uses two numbers for his men.

If they get the right
codes, they know it's me.

That's all I have.

We'll see.

Give me your phone.

Your phone.

The numbers are there.

The codes are by their names.

Their names?

Simon and Kristoff.

I'm not messing, man. Simon
and Kristoff. Come on.

-There. You see? See, I'm not...
-You're right.

I'm not lying. Now,
deactivate this thing.

Hey, where are you going?

Where you going?

If you jump really fast,
you might survive the blast.

Please!

Wait!

Wait!

We got a ping in Rome.

The little prick
is now at a museum?

He's not in Rome.

We're chasing vapors.

How?

Because they're shoveling what's
left of Mister Lawrence Ellish...

out of the mud in Romania.

He just got on a tram in Prague.

You need to sleep again.

Are you kidding me?

What do you think, man?

Just coincidence or what?

Yeah, somehow, I doubt that.

What do you say, maybe...

let's go get us a cup of
shitty Russian coffee, huh?

Come on.

Look at you in
the big, bad city.

Come on, let's go.

So, a rabbit on the run, huh?

Sit down, man.

So, you're here to kill me?

Nah, that's not
really what I do.

I mean, I might set you up to get
killed. You know, facilitate it.

What are you looking for?

I don't know, my assassin?

Your assassin? Yeah,
and what do you think?

What does an assassin look like?

I mean, it can kinda
be anyone, huh?

I mean, even a slight little nerdy
fella likes to work on computers.

Only thing dangerous
about him is...

he's got this dream about
rehabbing a Cessna...

just to fly it around to prove
to himself that he's not afraid.

These are killer, by the way.

I'm gonna show you something.

I gotta hand it to you. I
almost didn't recognize you.

I said to the team, "Nah,
there's no way. That ain't him."

What do you want?

Honestly...

just here to save your life.

How are you gonna do that?

Chuck, you killed three people.

Are you done? Have
you had enough?

No. I want the guy who pulled
the trigger. I want 'em all.

Damn, dude.

Well, that's pretty
cold-blooded.

You think they're gonna
let you leave Russia?

I mean, how does that even
work? How do you leave here?

The only way you leave
here is in a box.

But if you walk out of here right
now with me, I can help you.

Nobody sent me.
I'm here on my own.

Shit, maybe you got a
future in this field.

Maybe we can figure
something out like that, huh?

Just come home with me.

I have a future in the field?

Well, I could have sworn you
just said I have no future.

Look, I'm not gonna sit here and pretend
like I understand what's goin' on with you.

I don't, okay? I've
never felt that.

Your loss, I get it.

But you honored her.

What do you think she wants?

You think she wants you to die here
in this country with these people?

She would want you home, man.

No.

I can't go home.

Why?

She's not there.

Okay.

You keep your head on a
swivel now, okay, Chuck?

Sir, I'm sorry.

Do you speak English?

Sorry, sir. I'm sorry.

There were two men.

With you on a truck.

It's not very impressive, is it?

Placed near the cargo you
have below those hatches?

I think I might even
feel a little insulted.

-Who's coming after me?
-Me.

Me. I'm coming after you.

And who is running you?

What, are you afraid Director Moore
has finally decided to call it quits?

Have you shut down?

Whatever you think you know...

I know Moore and Caleb
hire you and your outfit...

to carry out black ops
for them. I have proof.

But... that's not what
this is about, is it?

No.

I came here to face
my wife's killer.

To look him in the eyes.

And tell him she mattered.

Sarah mattered.

So, it is just you.

Gretchen, Blazhic, Ellish...

the men that they
sent after you.

This whole thing is
all your revenge?

Charlie's revenge?

Please.

I remember your wife.

She took the place
of someone else.

It's very, very brave.

I am sorry she died.

But it was...

necessary.

The police had blocked our exit.

I had to demonstrate what would happen
if they did not allow us to leave.

That's it?

"Necessary"?

You are not so
different to me...

killing these people to
find your way here to me.

Has it made you feel better?

I won't know till
I've killed you.

It was...

-an instant. Your wife.
-No, it wasn't.

Yet you tortured
my colleagues...

dropped a man 16 stories...

suffocated a woman
in a locked chamber.

You had them all
unarmed, defenseless.

Staged your elaborate
murders from a distance.

And you know why?

I do.

Because it's hard to
take a life up close.

You lose something each time.

A piece of yourself you
cannot get back ever.

And you've lost so much already.

So, you had to give them a chance
to escape the mouse trap...

to run just fast enough.

Because then you can tell yourself
there's no blood on your hands.

But doesn't mean you're weak.

Just means you are
not truly a killer.

Don't believe me?

Go ahead.

You're here to kill me.
Take it. You'll see.

It's not a trick. Here.

All right, then.

End it face to face.

A friend of mine once told me I'd
never be able to pull the trigger.

But he also said I'd
never be able to kill.

There it is.

That's what I came here for.

To balance the scales.

To make you feel what
she felt in that moment.

Before you killed her.

I've taken us on a detour.

Bullshit.

I've taken control of your boat.

We've just reached
Finnish waters.

That is not possible.

This ship is a vault.

Your own CIA insisted upon it.

Using encryption I wrote.

Look, it's all running
from my hotel room.

These two may have smashed my
phone, but they held on to theirs...

and my watch.

So, I'm the
transmitter and you...

you invited me in.

I just needed you to talk as
long as it took to get us here.

That would be the Finnish
Navy and Interpol.

I gave them this location.

We are boarding your boat.

We are acting in accordance
with international law.

You are being
placed under arrest.

Stand down, stand down!

Down.

Heller.

Charlie Heller.

When I took up this role...

I made it clear to everyone
who works in this building...

that even though our work sometimes
goes on in dark corners...

that is no excuse...

to allow darkness to obscure
our objectives or our methods.

So, I'm deeply saddened to have to tell
you that information has surfaced...

that implicates senior members of this
agency in carrying out rogue missions...

which put the safety of our own operators
and agents we work with at great risk.

Gentlemen.

The cost of winning the
war cannot be our honor.

Those operations
were not sanctioned.

They were illegal.

And those individuals will
face the full force of the law.

I will now take questions.

Washington Post.

I understand these
arrests are linked to...

a series of killings in
European cities last year.

Was the CIA involved
in those operations?

You would not expect
me to answer that.

NBC. Is the whistleblower
still employed by the agency?

I can confirm that
the officer is safe.

And that they will continue
to serve with the agency.

Who's the Uber driver now?

You must be running
out of lives.

And you keep on
surprising me, Charlie.

Everything you taught me.

No, no. What you've done,
what you've become...

can't teach that.

I guess I just suddenly
saw what needed doing.

Yeah.

When no one else did.

Thank you.

See you around, Charlie.