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Oh man.

They only had hazelnut.

What the shit?

I am not even playing!

Yeah, 'cause I killed your ass.

When I was so young

Life had just begun

On a decline

All who cheated a lie...

The quarterlies
will be in tomorrow.

I can't talk right now.

I'm about to win
this thing. Again.

All my feelings denied

What the hell?

You're not getting the
quarterlies tomorrow.

Oh!

Where are you?

You know the CIA
will get pissed off

if they know that you
left without permission.

You know this is not allowed.

-I just went for a run.
-Gonna smell like paint when you get home?

The safe house is getting claustrophobic.
I needed to blow off some steam.

You of all people
can understand that.

Just don't do it again.

Now how many kills did you get?

All of them.

-Attagirl.
-I'm just trying to stay sharp.

Maybe when we're all set free, I
was thinking of applying to Unit 9.

To Unit 9?

You know the CIA accepts
less than 1% of applicants.

-You don't think I should?
-No.

If that's what you want to
do, you should go for it.

But hurry home. Dr. Pepper's
gonna come soon,

and he gets very cranky when
you're late for your sessions.

Love you.

I really loved the way we
started our day this morning.

Oh, so did I.

You know, the walls are
very thin in this house.

I hope we weren't too loud.

Oops.

Livin' alone

I think of all the
friends I've known...

Hey, I'm sorry if Tally and I
made a little bit too much...

You know, all of us living under one
roof, it can get a little... awkward.

Not at all.

-Did we run out of milk?
-No.

Donnie, all you do is get
high in your room all day long

and eat this, whatever
you call this.

Beer-eal.

Have some self-respect, man.
There are other women out there.

How does that help me? I'm not
allowed to leave the house.

All by myself

Everything okay, Roo?

Everything's great.

I love waking up to the
soundtrack of Eyes Wide Shut.

What in God's name is that?

It's Tina.

Since she can't come visit,

Dot said I could send her something
to show that I'm thinking about her.

Hmm.

I just did you a favor.

Why would you...

Ugh, smells like a
shit farted in here.

Sorry, just working out.

Oh my God, you were wearing
sneakers without socks again.

-You are overreacting.
-Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

Hey, do not throw
those out. Hey.

Oh God, I didn't
mean to do that.

-All right, we have to talk.
-Whew, that's better.

It's not my fault that you've
been cooped up here for months.

Don't take it out on me
'cause you're horngry.

-"Horngry"?
-Horny and angry.

That is BS.

They're boobs.

They're called tit-bits
for the thousandth time.

-You're a jerk.
-See, we're fighting again.

We're stuck here, protecting everyone
till the CIA say it's safe to leave.

So guess what, we can just keep
hating each other until it's over.

Well, you know what? Dr. P
says you can't be angry

when you're dancing.

Whatever.

Night

Is dragging her feet

I wait

Alone in the heat

I know

Know that you'll have your way

'Til you have to go home

No is a word I can't say

'Cause it gets me nowhere

- To tell you no -
Hey, turn it down!

Please be quiet!

You know, Dr. Pfeffer also
suggested just meditation.

-You suck, Carter.
-Yeah, you really do suck.

Hey, two minutes
for high-sticking.

Sorry, I'm losing a bit of patience.
I think I might be going stir-crazy.

It's understandable. I mean,
it's Groundhog Day around here.

This what it's always like for you guys?
You never know when an assignment is over?

Never know if life's
gonna go back to normal?

-Sometimes it can be hard.
-My parents don't think so.

They love that the CIA
sent them to Costa Rica.

They think it's all a hoot.

You should've chosen to go with them
when this whole thing was set up.

-Yeah.
-You just wanted to be close to Emma, huh?

No.

Emma's my friend. I'm her
friend. We're friends.

Friendship after a
breakup is possible.

I told myself the same
bullshit after Tally dumped me.

Somewhere down the road,
I'll find someone else,

and Emma will be my friend.

And it'll be like the song I... I
taught my kindergartners, which is...

Make a new friend,
but keep the old

One is silver

The other is gold

-Saved by the bell.
-Yeah, fair.

Anyone order an extra cheese with
mush-room for growth and healing?

Busted.

-I was just blowing off some steam.
-I won't squeal.

Roo and I are bouncing
off the walls too,

but considering her and I
are ruining our friendship

so we can provide security to
everyone else in this house,

open windows and sheet ropes,
probably not the best idea.

Well, we are in the middle of
nowheresville, but valid point.

I saw a pizza delivery
car outside. Dr. P?

Oh yeah. He loves his disguises.

I didn't do my
self-reflection homework.

-Fuck.
-That's why I'm here.

You're part of my homework.

According to Pfeffer,

I have been carrying around some guilt
as to how I treated you back in Sardovia.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

Uh, turn around.

Uh...

You offered your heart to me in that
tunnel, and... And I rejected it.

And I was insensitive
and... And rude.

And truth be told, my judgment may have
been affected because I was bleeding out.

I mean, not long after, I was
begging Roo to pee in a... a jar.

It was a weird day.

Yeah, for sure.

But I should have taken your
feelings into consideration.

And I don't know, I may
have been a bit hasty.

Okay, all done. And it's fine.

You were right. I mean, being
together would've been a disaster.

Relationships in our line of work?
God, just look at my parents.

-Right?
-Right.

Spycraft is complicated enough.

Can you imagine if
we were dumb enough

to get more involved
with each other?

-It would've been totally stupid.
-Stupid.

Hey, I was gonna make
some, um, pancakes.

Hey, Carter. What's up?

-I was just gonna make breakfast.
-Oh, that is so sweet of you.

-Um, I'm not hungry, but thank you.
-Yeah.

-Well, hey, Carter.
-Hey.

-Uh, I could kill a short stack.
-Yeah, great.

Well, with Luke and
me, things are great.

Since we both got back together,
I could not be happier.

Tally, do you feel the same
way? Couldn't be happier?

I don't know.

It's Romi's birthday coming
up, and I've never missed one,

and I miss her so much.

And my son and
daughter-in-law...

Well, I miss them too.

But witness protection was
our only choice, really,

so that Romi can
go back to school.

I know,

but he asked if I
could be happier.

And I could be.

Once the CIA has figured out if
there's anyone else out there

that is aware of our true
identities, or is after us,

we can move forward.

But how long would that take?

What is it?

It's Dot.

She wants to meet in a small
town not too far away from here.

So maybe we'll see Romi
sooner than we think.

Is this it? Is it finally over?

If Dot wants to meet up, it's
gotta be good news, right?

Hi, Donnie. Enjoyed some
Cheetos for breakfast?

I don't know. Maybe.

You look like you
blew the Lorax.

I don't know. Maybe.

You look terrible, man.

You have to listen to Tina have
sex with another man today?

-No.
-Then shut up.

-All right, I'm outta here.
-Whoa. Where do you think you're going?

To see Dot alone.

-Like hell you are.
-What?

Boss, we gotta be there
to watch your six.

And your 12. And all
the other numbers.

There are risks out there.

There's no reason for
all of us to take them.

Besides, Tally and
Carter need protection.

And Donnie.

I guess.

Anyway, I'll be back.

In around two hours or
so, depending on traffic.

I'll be back.

Luke, we have a serious threat.

-Dante Cress.
-The terrorist?

The dangerous nihilist

who believes that humanity in its
current form needs a radical reset

that begins with a 90%
population reduction.

Did someone figure out the
son of a bitch's identity?

No photo. We don't know
gender, nationality.

So we know nothing.

Latest chatter we
picked up on him

is that he is now ready to take
this belief from theory to practice.

So, what makes you
think I can help?

We've intercepted two terabytes
of encrypted communication.

Encrypted using the Greta Code.

How do you know
about the Greta Code?

Because I know everything.

I knew you were using the Greta Code
to communicate with East German spies.

I knew some of it was not
sanctioned by the U.S.

I was trying to
win the Cold War.

That's why I kept my
mouth shut. I trusted you.

Still do.

So I went to Merry Fitness
and dug out your old cryptex.

It doesn't operate
without your fingerprint.

We need you to decode the
messages we've intercepted

and figure out what
Cress is up to.

Get down!

Dot!

I'm gonna get you
out of here, okay?

Do your job.

-I ordered you to stay in the safe house.
-Well, that was a bad order.

I had a feeling. Instinct.

Oh, and you two listened to her.

If one of us was gonna
get in trouble...

Might as well be
all of us, boss.

Dot.

-That's not good.
-What?

My name is on it.
Emma's, Barry's.

Aliases, addresses,
all your photos.

Mom, Oscar, and his family,
Carter. Even Donnie.

-Looks like Boro did sell our information.
-Guys, looky-loos are coming up.

Local PD will be here soon.

We're just gonna leave Dot here?

Well, Dot would have ordered
us to go, so let's go.

Yeah.

No.

Well, it's a shit sandwich, but
one we're gonna have to swallow.

I think so.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

That's right.

Holding up okay, man?

That bullet was meant for me.

What about you,
Emma? How you doing?

Well, Dot wouldn't want
us sitting around crying.

She'd want us to get out there

and kick ass on the case
she died bringing to us.

Dante Cress and his
radical reset plan?

Yeah, well, tell the 7th floor we're
moving as fast as we can, okay?

What's this guy's deal, anyway?

Reed?

He's from the Toledo office.

What about Dot's number
two, the Randolph guy?

Why wasn't he bumped up?

His wife got into a car
accident this morning,

so he's taking care of that.

So some out-of-town interloper
is our regional director?

Okay.

First thing, Dot Okoye's body
was recovered by the agency,

and no one's judging you
for leaving her behind.

Really? It sounds like you are.

I'm sorry,

does the most junior operative here
have a thought she wants to share?

Okay, let's put aside the fact that
someone we worked with was killed today,

because the truth is, it's a miracle
more of us haven't eaten a bullet,

considering the massive shit field this
job drags us through at any moment.

But we belly crawl through those
fields because we love this job.

Almost every part.

-Wanna know what part I hate?
-Enlighten me.

It's knowing that we're the best
operational team the CIA has,

and we still have to answer
to know-nothing desk jockeys

who can't make the split-second
decisions we make every day,

who cannot do the
job that we do,

but who still step into a
situation and open their mouths

when there's a 0% chance
something useful will come out.

I think she's talking about you.

Look, I'm sorry you don't
like my bedside manner,

but I've had a tough morning.

Well, we all had
a tough morning.

Our friend got killed.

Mr. Reed, how can we be sure
no one knows where we are now?

I mean, if those guys found
them in some town square,

couldn't they find us here?

Okay, I'm sorry. I'm gonna have
to ask the civilians to step out.

No, no, no. Their lives have
been upended because of the CIA.

-They've been part of this for months now.
-Fine, whatever.

To answer your question, ma'am,

the CIA was able to confirm that
the people who attacked today

were New Zealand smugglers.

Those boys were sent
from the Auckland crew?

Roo and I shut down an operation
that they were running years ago.

They must have bought your
IDs from Boro for payback.

Theory is they've been casing
out your various locations

these past few months,

and when Dot rushed over to Merry
Fitness to grab the cryptex for Luke,

she may have let her guard down.

So they followed her to the town
square to see who showed up.

Yes, but you left no one alive,
so no one followed you here.

So the safe house is still safe.

Yes, even if there are
other assassins in the US,

they have no way to find you here.
Here's the part you won't like.

I'm gonna need that jump
drive that Dot gave you

so another team can decode it.

That's not gonna happen.

How can you work a case if
it's dangerous to go outside?

Interim director, let me
make it perfectly clear.

There's no other team that
is going to work on this case

that got my friend killed.

And if you want to have that
jump drive, come and get it.

All right, decode the jump
drive and get to work.

Now, Barry, I need you to
crack the intercepted messages.

Now, here's the key
to the Greta Code.

Okay, write software
to decipher it.

Do it fast and do it right.

-For Dot.
-Yes, sir. I'm on it.

Dante Cress?

According to Dot's intel.

I still can't believe
Dot was killed.

Me either.

You know, it might be safer if I bring
anything I find to you in person.

I mean, if Dante Cress is as
powerful as everyone says he is,

who knows what he could be
listening to or reading?

I'd love nothing more
than to see you right now,

but you know I can't disclose our
location without proper authorization.

I know. I just miss you.

Encrypted phone calls
aren't doing it for me.

I love you.

I love you too.

Talk soon.

I assume you heard
about Dot Okoye?

Of course. We are SVR.

We know when people die
before their hearts stop.

And use your English.

There's another thing.

They know Dante Cress is
planning something in the US.

Now, I know these people.

They get even half a clue that points
to him, they're gonna chase him down.

That's a problem. You
can't let that happen.

But for now, Okoye's death has created
a moment of disorder in the CIA.

Disorder creates vulnerability.

Vulnerability
creates opportunity.

So go.

Gather intel that you wouldn't
ordinarily have access to.

Now.

What are you doing?

Farkas.

Um, well, I was leaving these here as
a memorial, but I couldn't find a vase.

And you thought you'd
find one in her laptop?

How'd you get in?

I'm working financials on
the Southeast African cases.

She gave me a copy of her card so I
could drop off files whenever I want.

It's top secret.
Nothing emailed.

-How did you get in?
-Same.

Dot made me a copy of her card
for some joint work we're doing.

Were doing.

Actually, I'm here looking for a
report that we were finishing up.

I know Dot.

She would've wanted us to keep
working. Keep moving forward.

Well, I'm not sure how you
honor fallen leaders in the NSA,

but here we do it with a little
thing called taste and class.

That's two things.

This isn't Route 14, where Jim Bob
done jackknifed into the overpass.

We don't do roadside memorials.

Can't help but notice you don't have any
Southeast African reports to leave here.

I'm not here on business.

I have sciatica.

And Dot has a Lumbar
Zone Ergonomic 2.0 Cloud,

which makes a Herman Miller
look like a Herman Munster.

If you need me, you
know where to find me.

Mmm.

In Dot's chair?

She doesn't need it anymore.

Everyone gather around.

This is what Barry
has found so far.

Theodore Chips,
former MI6 agent.

Hello, Mr. Chips.

Wow.

What? I'm gay. I'm not blind.

This guy is a snack.

His father is Horatio
Chips, acclaimed MI6 agent.

Died a few years ago in Rwanda.

Theo wanted to follow in
his dad's MI6 footsteps,

be a legend like his old
man, but they tossed him.

-What for?
-He's nuttier than squirrel shit.

He has no impulse control, has
no sense of reality or propriety.

What's he doing now?

He got pissed off,

and he decided because he couldn't
do anything good for England

that he would do something bad
for any bad guy with a fat wallet.

An international
evil TaskRabbit.

Now, the information that Barry
deciphered is troublesome.

Dante Cress has wired a quarter
of a billion dollars to Chips

to take out the entire
United States grid.

Like a nationwide blackout?

No, a blackout is temporary,

but Cress wants Chips to
turn out the lights for good.

Is that even possible?

Here.

This is the American power grid.

As you can see, it's
totally interconnected,

except for one area in Texas.

The Department of Energy believes
that with enough money and expertise,

you can destroy the entire grid.

I mean, lights out forever.

Cheese and crackers.
What does that mean?

It means a collapse of the US economy,
which means the world economy.

No transportation.

You can't get fuel refined or pumped
from the ground without electricity.

No food deliveries. Medicine can't
go where it's supposed to go.

Communication would
grind to a halt.

Information couldn't get
to a terrified population.

And military weaponry
will cease to operate.

We'd be invaded within 48 hours.

End of this country and
our allies as we know it.

End of democracy.

End of freedom.

Fuck.

You know, it's one thing to have
your mom be a sex surrogate or...

HDMI 2.0, Donnie.

-2.0!
-My bad.

Idiot.

Too bad. We got a case to win.

Um, I downloaded the rest of the
material from the jump drive.

Chips is making a move a
lot sooner than we thought.

Beaumont Lake power plant.

It's carrying the electrical load of
the entire Eastern Grid Connection,

which is currently
undergoing retrofit.

And that's bad how?

The retrofit makes
Beaumont Lake a temporary

but an extremely
attractive target.

Chips is gonna hit it from
the inside with an EMP.

-What's that?
-An electromagnetic pulse

That is pushed out with
great force by an explosion.

It'll create a surge of energy that'll
take out not only the Eastern grid,

but it'll start a domino effect that'll
take out the Western Interconnection

and most of Texas.

A power outage that'll tear through
the U.S. like snot through a tissue.

And Cress will get the radical
reset that he always wanted.

All right. I'm gonna go
watch Franklin & Bash.

According to the plans
that Dot intercepted,

he's hitting it today.

In four hours.

Oh shit.

Well, we're three and a half
hours away if we drive like hell.

No. If we all go out
into the world together,

we draw more attention
to ourselves.

So no one leaves this house.
Everyone stays here and stays safe.

Hmm.

I'm gonna grab my go bag.

-Hitting the head. I'll meet you outside.
-I'm driving.

Dad... we've all been locked up
together in this house for months,

and it's made us
wanna kill each other.

But it's also made us family.

No one goes it alone on
this team. All right?

Wheels up in 20 seconds.

I just... I just hate
all of this stuff.

I know.

But it's not gonna be forever.

Look...

I'm gonna bring
everyone home safe.

Klaxons are only used for
catastrophic events. Are we too late?

Well, it's still working,
so the power's still on.

But this is a distraction.

Fire truck without firefighters?

Chips is smart.

He knows with a fire truck,
you can get anywhere.

I did the same thing in Antwerp
in the Diamond District.

Can I help you?

One of our generators
just overheated,

and there seems to be
a small internal fire,

so not really the best time.

We're with the Joint
Terrorism Task Force.

The generator's fine,
and there's no fire.

Your emergency's bullshit.
The warning system was hacked.

Those aren't firefighters. We
gotta get these people out of here.

Bad stuff is about to go down.

Get everyone out of
here and call 911

and tell them to go to
the local fire station.

There was personnel there that got
injured when that fire truck was stolen.

-Now!
-Yeah, yeah.

I got thermal imagery
from the satellite feed.

Chips and his boys are
loading in the EMP now.

What's the ETA?

Based on the device
schematics I pulled,

looks like 15 minutes
till fully functional.

What are we waiting for?
Let's go bust 'em up.

Blast doors are engaged.

By the time we get through, Chips
will have the whole country dark.

I'll drive that fire truck
right through those doors.

Fourteen-inch thick reinforced
industrial steel? No, you won't.

It's a thermal
energy plant, right?

So it needs water intake
to act as a coolant.

We can get inside the plant
through the intake valve.

Barry, what's the water source?

Beaumont Lake is on the other
side of the ridge to the east.

But plant schematics show a
massive industrial propeller

that pulls water
into the facility.

It'll rip you to chum.

Not if you turn it
off, Uncle Barry.

Let's gear up.

These won't work underwater.

-Then we hold our breath.
-The pipe is 80 yards long.

There's nowhere to come
up if you run out of air.

I don't know how to
turn the fan off.

Just hack the system.

Chips was able to do it to
make the warning system go off.

The plant's warning system is
online, so it can communicate

to emergency personnel
like police and fire.

The rest of the
system is air-gapped,

so there's no way for me to
turn the fan turbines off.

I don't like this idea.

You can figure anything out,
Uncle Barry. We trust you.

We'll get to the lake.
You stop the fan, B.

Luke, your phone and my phone
are on the same CIA sat-link.

Affirmative.

I can take over your
phone from here.

And if your phone is hardwired
to any server in the plant,

it'll be just like any old computer I
can use to operate within their system.

Look around. There should
be a large antenna relay.

There's a tower 100 yards up.

Okay, that feeds into
the server for the plant.

Go plug your phone in there,
and I can control the fans.

Well, it's locked up,

and Emma and Aldon
took the bolt cutter.

They didn't take the truck.

We're in the water. You gotta
turn off that propeller.

I can't until I'm linked
up to the plant's computer.

Do not go into the
intake valve yet.

We can't wait.

Chips is minutes away from
shutting down the plant.

If you go far enough
down that pipe,

the suction will pull you
to the fan if it isn't off.

Hey. Over there.

Gotta be the marker
for the intake.

How are your lungs?

Good. Yours?

Fine.

Hey, look, if I run out of air
down there, you gotta keep going.

Same for me. If I get jammed
up, promise you'll keep going.

You have my word.

No way I'm leaving
you down there.

Hold on, old man!

Luke, I'm tracking
Aldon and Emma's comms.

They're already in the intake pipe,
and they're moving way too fast.

Think they got caught up in
the intake stream. Hurry.

Don't worry, Mrs. B. It
sounds worse than it is.

I promise everything's
gonna be fine.

You're in.

Into the plant's system.

Intake valve shutting off.

Fan shutting off.

They got through! That's
it. It's over. Right?

Well, um, not really.

Now the hard part starts.

We knew you wouldn't
let us down, Uncle B.

Butter's in the bin.

I thought I lost you, pal.

Still here, buddy.

Sorry I didn't wait for the fan to
shut off before getting into the pipe.

That was real Unit 9 stuff
that you pulled there.

Great work. Now we
have to find the EMP.

Emma and me, and you two.

-Copy.
-Let's go.

Here we go.

We gotta go back.

Get down!

-Come on. Let's go.
-Go, go, go, go, go!

No!

You got hosed.

-Let's go. Come on.
-Go.

Don't move.

Can you guess where I am?

No, but I know who you are.

Theodore Chips.

Unless one of your goons
has a standard RP accent

straight from the
halls of Oxford.

Very smart. Shame I
have to kill you now.

You'd have shot me by now,

but I'm guessing you can see
my gun's pointed at your EMP.

You shoot me, my finger jerks,

this thing dies with
me, and you're screwed.

Oh my, my. You're
very impressive.

So it seems we have a bit of
a standoff here, don't we?

Now, what do you do?

Well, you could come looking for me,
but then you'd have to leave the EMP,

and that's the only
thing keeping you alive.

Do you shoot the
EMP? Well, you could.

But it's suicide, 'cause
the second bullet fired

would be right into your skull.

You see, all these thoughts
just swirling, so distracting

that you don't realize

that I'm right here.

Dear Lord.

You're gorgeous.

Stop...

You know, if I may be so bold

and I can somehow persuade you
not to impale me right now,

I... I think it'd be nice for us to
get to know each other a bit better.

You know, perhaps dinner?

Of course, it'd have to be by candlelight
because no electric lights will work, so...

Are you serious?

I'm always serious when it
comes to matters of the heart.

So do we have a deal?

Screw you.

It's a good idea, but we've got to get
to know each other a bit better first.

Damn it.

I look forward to dinner!

Team, sound off.

Butch and Sundance accounted
for. We killed a lot of dudes.

-Emma, check in.
-Still standing.

Chips got away out of one
of the upper-level windows.

But we got his EMP. Good work.

-Uh-oh.
-What is it?

It's activated.

It's going off in three minutes.

We'll diffuse it. Barry, walk
him through all the techie stuff.

Not in three minutes.

We can't run it outside. All
the blast doors are down.

Go out the window Chips used.

The windows are too
small. The EMP won't fit.

Oh man. Poop's
gonna hit the fan.

Speaking of which, if you're
gonna be using the bathroom,

I'd suggest you
bring some matches.

Just did some damage.

Thing won't even flush.

That's it.

We flush it back
out into the sea!

It should be me doing this.

No. Barry's gonna turn the
propellers back on again.

He's gonna double the RPMs,

which means everything is gonna
get pushed with tremendous force.

So this is about
strength. I got this.

You're not staying
when the fan's on.

-I have enough time to get out.
-Sixty seconds.

No way. That fan is
gonna shred your wheat.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

Is he really gonna do this?

He's already doing it.

I love you guys.

Okay, Barry, baby
is in the bathwater.

That bleep is Luke?

It's a comm in his ear. I'm tracking
it. Wherever it goes, Luke goes.

Are you sure this is gonna work?

Once the EMP is out of the pipe and
into the deep water of the lake,

the electromagnetic pulse can't travel
back into the plant and shut it down.

As long as the EMP leaves the pipe
and Luke doesn't, we're all good.

Starting up the fan in reverse.

-Mrs. B, you might wanna...
-I'm not going anywhere.

Luke's being pulled
closer to the fan.

-No!
-What? Barry?

What just happened?

The bomb detonated. We
all felt that, right?

Can you turn off the fan
so my dad can swim back up?

I already did, sweetheart.

Where is he?

Where's my dad, Uncle Barry?

Where is he?

Barry? Wha... What happened?

-Yes!
-Yes! All right!

Dad!

Tell Uncle Barry
I need a new comm.

It sucked it right
out of my ear.

What's the matter, not hungry?

I'm... I'm too amped up
from the power plant to eat.

Do you really think what I did
back there was Unit 9 level?

Absolutely.

As a matter of fact, there's
something I shouldn't disclose,

but it's been 25 years,
plus you're my daughter,

so to hell with it.

I was in Unit 9.

Are you serious?

I served an entire
four-year tour.

I also know how difficult
it is to get in there.

It took me three tries.

Do you think I'm overshooting?

No, absolutely not.
You're fantastic.

You just want to
challenge yourself.

I do.

I wanna be the greatest
operative the CIA has ever had.

When they say no one
was better than Brunner,

I want them to mean both of us.

-Does that make me an asshole?
-That makes you my daughter.

And I had Barry print this up.

It's the files from
when I was in Unit 9.

There's case studies in
there, evaluations, reports.

I think it'd be very helpful.

Okay, here's an update.

Chips is nowhere to be found.

But the CIA did find the debris
from the EMP in the lake,

and the detonator has the signature
wiring of Bashir the Builder.

He built the device used in
the Partago assassination,

which was linked to Dante Cress.

That was in 2012, and Chips
was still in MI6 then,

so Bashir may have been
dealing with Cress directly.

Bashir, the bomb-maker out of
India? Like, that guy's a dick.

Well, it's a dick you're
gonna slap around.

Do you hear yourself?

Aldon, you're our only linguist.

You have to go to
Kolkata and find Bashir,

and even get physical
with him if you have to.

Because he's directly
connected with Cress,

so I need to know everything
that Bashir knows.

Copy that.

And take Tina with you, 'cause
she has family over there.

So if anyone gets suspicious
of you being there,

you have a good
excuse by saying,

"Hey, I'm visiting the
family of my girlfriend."

I don't think that's safe.

India's not that dangerous.

I was talking about
Tina and Aldon.

Ouch.

Oh man, look. The CIA intercepted
another message from Chips.

He's at the King's Well, a
boutique hotel in Prague.

Get your go bags.
Out the door in two.

-I'll get the plane set up.
-No, wait, wait. You all just got back.

Now you have to go risk
your lives all over again?

That's our job.

I think I liked it better when I
didn't know what you were doing.

Sweetheart, we're all
gonna come back safe, okay?

-Love you.
-Love you too.

Bye, Mom. Love you.

Love you too.

-Bye, Mrs. B.
-Thank you, Mrs. B.

You smell like flowers.

I can't believe it. Luke
wants me in the field.

And with Aldon. There's
so much he could teach me.

-That's what I'm afraid of.
- Huh?

-Nothin'.
-Listen.

I got a little proactive and
started looking into Dante Cress.

I checked into any past terrorist attacks
that have been attributed to Dante Cress.

I found one that has all the
hallmarks of a Dante Cress operation.

Now, prior to it, wire transfers
were made into bank accounts

near the situs of the attack.

Countless millions used to pay off
thugs, militants, sympathizers,

to help set up the bloodshed.

But after the bombing,
the account was abandoned.

Cress is a billionaire. All he cares
about is making a clean getaway.

If there were a few million
dollars left behind,

he wouldn't risk getting caught
trying to get his money back.

Exactly.

But I found nine other such accounts
related to unattributed terror activity.

All abandoned with
money left in them.

You think they all
are Dante Cress?

There is one common denominator.

The CIA took the lead on these
international terror investigations.

It was our job to secure the
abandoned funds, process them,

and eventually escheat them to
the Financial Action Task Force.

Now, the process could
take a few years,

but eventually, when the FATF
comes looking for their cash,

they are not gonna be happy.

-Why?
-Because all the accounts are empty.

The money is gone.

And there's more.

All ten of these matters were
handled by the same CIA accountant.

Farkas.

Farkas is the one officer in the CIA
who's affiliated with all of these cases.

I know it sounds crazy,

but do you think maybe Farkas
could be working for Dante Cress?

Or maybe is Dante Cress?

-Farkas is a decorated officer, Tina.
-I know.

Look, someone with
Cress' ability and skill

would need to have
access to a lot of cash,

and Farkas handles multi-billion-dollar
accounts for the CIA.

Right now, this is all
just speculation, Tina.

Don't do anything crazy yet.

Keep digging.

Copy that.

Hey, I've been
meaning to ask you,

the Greta Code thing, why is it
called that? Is that an acronym?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

I'm just trying to focus right
now on intercepting Chips

so he can direct
us to Dante Cress

so we can wrap this whole thing up
and just get back to the safe house.

To eventually clear up the Boro mess and
then get out of the safe house, right?

That's right.

-You gonna be okay when that happens?
-Meaning what?

Meaning I've never
seen you happier.

You've got everyone you
love under one roof.

Me, Mom, Uncle Barry, the team.

Not Donnie.

Yeah, not Donnie.

I'm happy because your mother
and I have never been better.

I can go and live with you
again, see my friends every day,

and then when we finish the whole
thing, get out of the safe house,

I can finally retire and
get your mother on the boat.

Ship.

Ship. Whatever.

Life couldn't be more
perfect, I can tell you that.

There will be no spy mission ever
getting between your mother and me again.

That's it, and that's all.

Yes, sir.

Hello, Luke.

It's been so long.

Greta.

Guess it's not an acronym.