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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!

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, 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?

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.