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Hey, you like that?

I do. But I'm just looking.

Come on, you should try it on.

Babe, that's got to cost, what, two months' rent?

And we're saving up for your dream trip to Fiji.

Yeah,

but trying it on is free.

Okay, why not?

This will look absolutely fantastic on you.

I'll be out in a minute.

Whew.

She'll love it. This is one of our most popular designers.

- Special edition. - Wow.

Made exclusively for us.

- I see. - If she just doesn't love it,

we do offer store exchanges

if returned within five days of purchase.

- That's beautiful. I'll take it. - So, I will go ahead...

- Excuse me. - Sorry.

Yeah. Could you check on my wife?

Sure thing.

Thanks.

What's wrong?

Weird, she's not there. Did she come out the front?

No.

Clare?

Clare?

- The hell? - You sure she didn't go out the front?

Hey, Clare?

Maybe she went out the back?

Uh, this...

Clare?

Clare? Wha...

Velma, what's up?

Hey, Colter.

Are you still in upstate New York?

Decided to spend an extra day in the Adirondacks.

Really? I went to sleepaway camp

at Lake George when I was a kid.

Sounds fun.

Well, if you call getting tied up

in a sleeping bag and getting thrown around the cabin

by Jessica Hatt fun, then yeah.

You're making me happy I missed sleepaway camp.

What you got?

$20,000 reward.

A woman in Manhattan walked into a dressing room

and just vanished.

Weird, right?

Yeah, that's weird.

All right, send me the details.

Logan Dillard?

Colter Shaw.

Uh, yes. Thank you for coming so fast.

Yeah. Tell me what happened to your wife.

Uh, I don't... I-I don't know.

She just disappeared.

Police?

Yeah, I called them right away.

They didn't find anything.

Okay.

They have any theories?

Yeah, that, uh, she ditched me.

You have any reason to believe that might be true?

No.

Okay.

And no calls, no texts?

Nothing. She-she left her phone.

This is...

this is not like her.

The police... they told me to wait for 48 hours,

so I posted on social media and no one has heard from her.

Okay. Well, let's head in, take a look around.

- Maybe the police missed something. - Yeah.

The store's closed today, but the owner's letting us in.

I'll show you.

So, what were you and your wife doing here yesterday?

Having lunch, shopping.

I'm usually in the lab on the weekend.

I do aeronautics research for Pollux Dynamics

over at Greenpoint.

Well, she came by, she dragged me out to lunch

and then we went shopping.

Okay. And neither of you had been to this store before?

No. No, no.

Uh, we were literally window shopping.

And I convinced her to come in

and try on the dress. It was totally random.

So, her, um, purse

a-and her phone

were left just,

uh, right there.

- You two in a fight recently? - No.

Everything's great between us.

Okay.

Well, there wouldn't be any cameras back here,

it's a dressing room.

Do you think that maybe she was taken?

Maybe someone was waiting for her out the back?

Anything's possible.

Anyone out here?

No. No, and the police... they-they've

already checked all of this.

Yeah.

Camera.

Yeah. Uh, the police said

it hasn't worked for months.

There's no sign of forced entry.

Did Clare ever do anything like this before...

- just, uh, disappear without notice? - Yeah.

Uh, there was one time

when we were first dating.

Tell me about that.

Uh, we went out for dinner.

Uh, she had to use the restroom

and-and...

she was gone for almost an hour.

Actually, I found her behind the restaurant.

She give you a reason?

Her brother called.

He's had

drug issues off and on.

Needed money.

When was this?

Uh, two years ago.

But I-I've called him.

He hasn't heard from her in a year.

What about her work... anything unusual

- happening at her work? - No.

She works for a small book publisher.

It's pretty chill.

Listen, I got people looking into her background.

Phone records, socials.

If we're gonna find anything interesting,

any surprises, you're best just to let me know now.

No. No, like I said, this is just...

so weird.

We were having a normal day. It was...

Sorry.

Our Nest camera is linked to my phone.

The hell?

Someone's breaking into our place right now.

Let's go.

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No one here.

Is there anything they could have been after?

Yeah, it's-it's in the bedroom.

Um, cash a-and jewelry in the dresser.

Uh, it's all still here.

This doesn't make any sense.

Yeah.

There a laptop at this workstation?

Uh, it's... it's Clare's work computer.

Is that it?

No, that's mine.

I mean, this-this all has something to do

with Clare's disappearance, right?

I think so. Chairs, lamps,

all an afterthought, trying to set the scene.

I don't understand.

Whoever did this... whoever broke in here...

was trying to make it look like a robbery.

They were after something specific.

Show me that, uh, video again.

Uh, yeah.

Um...

Hmm.

Yeah, that's a signal jammer.

Used to kill your security.

Now, that's awfully sophisticated

for a smash and grab.

Definitely looking for something.

You say Clare's work computer's missing?

Yeah.

You talk to anybody from her job?

Uh, yes. I spoke to her boss yesterday.

She said that no one's heard from Clare.

I'm gonna go to Clare's office.

I think you should stay at a hotel

until we figure out what the hell's going on here.

Okay. I mean,

- if you think that that... - I do.

What up, Colter? You find her?

No, there's no sign of Clare.

All these bodies were executed in the past few hours.

How many dead?

- Five. - Damn.

Okay, Colter,

whatever this is, it's not your simple missing wife job.

Clare told her husband she worked for a publishing company.

That's not what this place is.

Yeah, I'm pulling up SLD Publishing's website now.

Yeah, this whole thing

looks sus. Like it was made in the '90s.

It's a front.

A front for what?

My guess, it's a off-the-books operation

for some government agency. The question is...

what are they doing here

and what's Clare's involvement?

Man, stepping into a hornet's nest.

Yeah.

Can you pull up a staff page with names, photos?

Yeah, I'm looking at it now.

Uh, seven employees,

including Clare.

Seven employees, five dead.

So...

...who's missing besides Clare?

Send me that page, will you?

Yeah, I just sent it.

Eileen Turner.

Editor in chief, appears to be the boss.

I'm at her desk.

If someone was targeting all the employees who work here,

Eileen and Clare are in danger.

Or Eileen's the one that went postal.

Maybe.

Computer's locked.

Can you tether in with my cell phone?

Can I tether the phone to get you...

Yeah, I can do that.

Tell me when you're in.

Yeah, I'm in. I got it.

You in?

Uh-huh. Let me see what we got.

Okay.

Employee file here.

Clare Dillard.

That's the one there.

Looks encrypted. Can you help me out with that?

Yeah, let me cook.

Okay, okay.

All right, I got a bunch of voice recordings.

I'm gonna play the most recent one.

Okay.

SLD Publishing.

Neptune double zero 1-2-4-8-5.

Agent ID confirmed.

Neptune, have you identified the anomaly yet?

Not yet,

but we're getting close.

I'll have a name soon.

Who else knows about this?

Frank and Phillips have been read in,

but not on everything.

How are things on your end?

Home life?

Logan doesn't know anything.

Someone's here.

What?

Yo, you good?

It's just the printer.

_

Come on.

Turn that off.

I don't understand this.

Clare's involved in some kind of espionage,

could be corporate, could be government.

This makes her disappearance even more complicated.

So-so you think that she's a spy?

When'd you meet her?

Two and a half years ago, on a flight back from London.

We were sitting next to each other on the plane.

- Does Clare travel a lot? - Yeah.

To conventions.

I'm not sure how well you really know your wife.

No. No.

I know Clare, okay? I know her.

No, that... It's just... That's not possible.

Her office was targeted.

Five dead, no sign of Clare.

Logan, people can love each other

and lie to one another to protect them from the truth.

No, I'm sorry, I d-I didn't order any room service.

Logan? Logan?

Hi, you've reached Logan. Leave a message.

Come on, come on, come on,

pick up, man. Come on.

- Hey, Randy, what's up? - Reenie,

something's really weird about this case Colter's on.

What, the missing woman?

Yeah, that.

He went to her office

and he found everybody dead.

Some place called SLD Publishing,

except that's not what it is.

All right? It's, like, a front

for some intelligence operation, like, spy stuff.

W-Wait, hold on.

How do you know that, exactly?

Because I hacked into the mainframe,

heard a bunch of voice recordings

of people talking in code name.

Firewalls. Like, weird firewalls

and hack traps. Like, this is... this is next-level stuff.

Okay. Okay. What do you need from me?

You got all those government contacts, right?

I've got a few, yeah.

Okay, I need you to use 'em.

We got to find out who this SLD Publishing really is.

Colter's flying blind here

and these kind of people, man,

they-they're dangerous. They don't play around.

Yeah. Randy?

Getting someone to spill classified information...

that's gonna be a big ask.

Yeah, I know.

And I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't serious.

Okay? I'm asking you

to help me to help Colter.

You keep asking around

and I'll keep digging, okay?

I got you.

Thank you. Thank you. I...

What the hell?

You got to be kidding me.

No, no, no, no, no. No, this can't be happening.

What is this?

What's going on?

I got to go. I got a breach situation, okay?

You just... Let me know what you find and...

- Randy? - Damn it.

Randy, talk to me.

I got to go. Uh...

Look, you be careful.

Will do.

You too.

The hell, man?

Mr. Shaw.

We know who you are.

Who's this?

That's not important.

What is important is that you stop doing what you're doing.

What'd you do with Logan?

You working with Clare?

You've been warned.

Walk away, Mr. Shaw.

Reenie?

Hey. Just got the download from Randy.

You find out what Clare's office is a front for?

Yeah, my contact really went out on a limb for me on this one

and we're still barely scratching the surface,

but it appears that SLD Publishing

is a front for the Counter Terrorism Agency,

connected to some kind of satellite research.

Off the books?

From what they can tell, yes,

buried in some DoD intelligence arm.

But, uh...

Listen, my advice: quit this job

right now.

Mm. Someone just gave me the same advice.

It could be kind of like the Manhattan Project.

You know? Isolated sections

that don't know about the others,

so no one's really getting the full picture.

Creates plausible deniability

and gives whoever is funding

this thing a moral firewall

in case things go south.

Colter, where are you?

Logan Dillard's hotel room. Someone took him.

- Colter... - I got to go.

Easy, Clare.

I'm not a threat.

Your husband hired me to find you.

Who the hell are you?

Colter Shaw.

You met your husband Logan

on a flight back from London, right?

Only he didn't know you were a spy.

Was he just a mark?

Of course not. You don't know what the hell you're talking about.

I know you're on the run.

I know everyone in your office is dead

except you and Eileen Turner.

I can help you with whatever this is.

Tell me what's going on.

That's just it.

I don't have all the pieces.

Logan should have never brought you into this.

Well, you didn't leave him much of a choice, did you?

Disappearing like that.

Want to tell me what's going on?

I got a text from my section chief.

- Eileen Turner. - Yeah, she said we'd been compromised,

that we were going dark.

She had a car waiting in the alley.

And you left without telling Logan?

That's the protocol. Leave everything personal

and walk away.

What do you do at that office?

We control an array of cloaked satellites.

We choose the coordinates, process the data,

look for breach attempts.

High level surveillance, counterintelligence.

- Yeah, it's important work. - It's covert.

Yeah, I knew what we were doing had implications, but this?

Come on, guys.

Where'd you go after Eileen picked you up?

She took me to a safe house, told me to stay put

until I got further instructions,

but then I started piecing things together.

Someone in the office noticed, uh, a leak last week.

Someone in the office was selling information to a third party.

Your boss, Eileen.

Yeah. And by the time I realized that

I was too late. Went to the office,

everyone was already dead.

She's mopping up her mess.

But to kill everyone?

She left you alive.

Oh, I-I know the way her mind works.

She needs something from me.

Tracked Logan's phone here,

figured I could get him someplace safe

until I can figure out my next move.

But I have to find him.

I need to explain. I...

They took him.

Eileen and whoever she's working with... they have him.

I left the safe house, and

when she realized I was gone,

she must have taken him as leverage.

Who does Eileen report to?

Deputy Director Bartholomew.

Okay, you call him and you tell him exactly what's going on.

No, I don't know him. I never met him.

I-I don't trust anyone right now.

I don't know how high this goes.

It's Eileen.

She wants to meet at 7:00.

No, I-I got to find Logan first.

You don't go to that meeting, he's dead.

They'll kill him.

Let me find him. Trust me.

I'm all you got.

Just be ready. She's going to get Eileen to give us proof of life.

Yeah, and if she doesn't?

She will.

She has to.

All right, here comes Eileen now, right on time.

Cute.

I used to pass notes in these as a little girl.

My first spycraft.

You're too smart for your own good.

Never expected you to run from the safe house.

Learned from the best.

Trust nobody.

I was just trying to protect you.

You don't really believe that.

Man, this chick is playing it cool as hell.

If that was me, I'd be over that table on her.

She knows what's at stake.

She wants to see her husband again, she's got to play ball.

You know, Clare,

I spared your life.

You were saving me for later.

Wrong.

If you'd just stayed at the safe house for 24 hours,

this whole mess would have been cleaned up,

we'd have relocated the office,

hired new staff. Everything would have

been fixed and Logan's life wouldn't depend on

what you do next.

Come on, Clare.

Ask her the question.

And what is... next?

Need your help in finishing this.

I'm gonna need you to go back to the office.

Why would you want me...

The satellite.

Takes two people to reposition it.

Thatta girl. So quick.

That's why you spared my life.

And here I thought...

you believed in something.

Why are you doing this?

Money?

It always is. I see that now.

I don't.

The first ask

was just military targets.

Coordinates.

No casualties. Easy, actually.

Then it was political targets.

Who?

Does it matter?

Suppose not.

Everyone has their

price, it seems.

Didn't start out that way.

Carl, Delano,

Katie,

Madeline, Richard,

all dead.

That's on you.

Yes, it is.

I'm gonna finish what I started, and you're gonna help me.

I want my husband back.

Help me tonight.

You get Logan back, never have to see me again.

If you want money, I can arrange that.

I am not going anywhere with you

until you give me proof

that Logan is alive.

Yo, you got a minute?

I just want you to think of any card,

You don't have to tell me what it is.

Who the hell is this?

I'm sorry, now's not a good time, okay?

I'm in the middle of something.

Yo, you peeping on that girl?

What?

I found me a Peeping Tom.

Whoa. It's cool.

Just buy a couple of tickets to my magic show tonight

and I'll get out of here.

You got to be kidding me.

Kidding me? Here.

Let her see him.

Just take it all, take it all.

- Give me the tickets. - All right.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

- You won't regret it. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Best night of your life.

They're gone.

Get a location where she's hiding him?

Got it.

Sending the address now.

You know your girl's on a suicide mission, right?

The second she does what old iron lady wants,

she's gonna kill her.

Yeah.

And she's trying to give us more time to find Logan.

Then you better go find him.

And... straight into the goalkeeper!

Uh, that was a good effort, though.

Will you shut him up?

Sure.

Gonna grab a beer. You want one?

Nah, I'm more of a wine guy. Riesling.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Ah, just a desperately electric energy

on the pitch this evening.

Kick that door again and I'm gonna hurt you.

Old lady says I can't kill you

until your girl does what she needs,

but I can easily take one of your toes.

Better.

You okay?

Let's get you out of here.

Go. Go, go, go!

Go, go, go! Go, come on.

Here.

Okay. Let me take a look.

Yeah, it went through. You're gonna be okay.

- I'll call the paramedics. - What about Clare?

I need to get to her before she finishes

- what she's already... - Save her.

Let's get to work. This will all be over soon.

Your turn.

Sorry.

You have one more chance.

If you force me to kill you,

know that Logan dies right after you.

Enter those coordinates.

Who are you working for?

Myself. Now please, just do what I ask.

You're gonna kill me now, aren't you?

I never wanted to.

Hello?

Clare, stop.

Don't do this.

Logan?

He'll... Logan's fine. He's with us, he's safe.

- She killed my friends. - Clare,

stop.

Logan's never gonna forgive me.

If you do this, if you kill her, Clare...

She ruined my life.

...we're never gonna find out who she's working with.

More people will die.

This is Neptune 00-12485.

I need to report a security breach.

Hey, so, this could be

a little scary or it could be a little comforting,

depending on your point of view.

What is?

I got a letter in my office this morning

from a Deputy Director Bartholomew.

Name ring a bell?

It's the man Eileen Turner reported to.

Yeah, exactly. And he

wanted me to thank you for your service.

- That's odd. - Right?

Like, is this letter meant to be reassuring,

as if "You have nothing to worry about"

or is it meant to be a warning,

to say, "We're watching you,"

like, "all of the time"?

Well, if they want to reach out and touch someone, they will.

Figured that.

I'm sure they'll be paying me a visit.

Until then, I'm not gonna worry about it.

Okay. Well, fair enough.

Um, I've got to get to court, but hey,

you should go check out a Broadway show

before you leave the city.

Kidding me? I already got tickets to Six.

Wait, really?

A musical? I did not see that coming.

I'm broadening my horizons.

Good for you.

All right, I'll talk to you later.

Thanks for meeting me here.

- This is for you. - Oh, thank you.

How you feeling?

Okay.

Hear from Clare?

Well, I've gotten a few calls from an unknown caller.

- Could be her. - Maybe.

I haven't picked up.

I'm not ready to.

She-she lied to me.

It's gonna be hard to trust anything she says.

That kind of betrayal cuts deep when it comes from family.

- Yeah. - For what it's worth,

she... she risked her life to save you.

Wanted me to give you this.

_

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Take care of yourself, all right?

All right.