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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.