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Previously on The Recruit...

No!

No!

Deciding whether I found you alive.

You know a lot of bad shit about me too. Call it mutually assured destruction.

Mutually assured destruction it is.

Dead asset's daughter was an enforcer for the Russian mob.

She has ties to Russian intelligence.

You're gonna take over Dawn's job in Warsaw.

I want this girl vetted and in the field ASAP.

- Fuck that. - Beats telling Russia you're compromised.

You're being benched.

From this moment on, you will sit in your office all day, every day.

Thanks.

Did you know who used to have my office? 'Cause I got mail meant for him.

It's a cryptic message from Korea with a really weird digraph.

All right, I--

Well, that letter is definitely graymail.

The number written on it is a latitude-longitude position

for Paradox Hotel in Seoul.

You're going to Korea.

Yes, sir.

You are a badass!

How did you even find me?

Shit!

You're the graymailer.

Fuck.

Oh, thank God.

You're awake.

I was a little worried I overdosed you.

For the headache, I promise.

Yeah, 'cause that carries a lot of weight right now.

Although, I do appreciate you didn't duct-tape me to a chair.

I know this place.

Yongsan Garrison,

where you were living when your father was killed.

And you brought me here, why?

To emotionally manipulate me? 'Cause... that is super heavy-handed.

To remind you of the loss.

So you'll understand what's driving me.

Your wife.

Yes.

The way you talked about her outside of the hotel,

there was a sadness there I didn't understand.

A week ago, Nan Hee was captured on Sakhalin Island, Russia.

I need the CIA to get her back.

Why us? Why not your own agency?

Because the second I tell them

that my wife is in the hands of a foreign enemy,

they see me as compromised and sideline me.

Not to be a dick, but they would totally be right to.

I mean, you just threatened to expose intelligence secrets.

You... you abducted an Agency lawyer.

Clearly, you're willing to do anything to get her back.

Yeah, and that fact should scare the shit out of you.

Who else knows she's been taken?

No one.

No one?

How is that possible?

Because the work she does is delicate.

Trying to repatriate Koreans who were trapped on the island

while Russia was taking over.

So she goes off the grid while she's there.

Camps out. Limited phone calls.

But then the calls completely stopped.

So I reached out to an asset of mine who was a jopok.

Oh, the Korean mafia--

I know jopok.

Nan Hee pays them bribes to gain access.

Is she a spy?

No.

Does she know you are?

She knows I work for the government, not the NIS.

Okay, so they might not know how valuable she is yet.

You get a ransom demand?

No. No contact at all.

Look, I...

I'm sorry this is happening to you.

I can't imagine how scared you must feel right now.

But you are playing a dangerous game,

fucking with the CIA to try to get her back.

It's not a game.

It's a race... to find her

before I'm exposed and before it's too late.

So you have 48 hours to find her,

come up with a plan, and bring her back home.

- That is completely unreasonable. - Fuck reasonable.

Right now, my wife is probably getting tortured!

So you work for me.

And don't even think about trying to betray me.

That would trigger the automatic release of everything I know.

The secret tunnels we dug together with the CIA beneath the DMZ.

All the identities of the CIA assets working right now all over Asia.

Okay. Okay. I understand.

You know a lot of really bad shit, and you have a dead man's switch.

Find my wife and bring her home.

Or I'm gonna burn it all down.

♪ Shoot to kill ♪

♪ Hold still ♪

- ♪ Mm, the venom I make... ♪ - Shit.

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ What a thrill ♪

♪ Here to kill ♪

♪ I'll show you how... ♪

Hey! You must be Dawn.

- I'm Rina. This is Mike. - Welcome to paradise.

- Oh, a cable came for you. - What the fuck?

This could have operational implications. You just hang it up in the open?

This is Port Louis Station, the place careers go to die.

There's no operational anythings around here.

- Where's my office? - You don't have one.

There's just the bullpen and the break room.

- Get out. - What?

This is my office now, so get out.

I never should've gotten on that plane.

I... I... I should have thrown myself down the stairs

or... or... or bum-rushed a TSA agent.

Can you not make this about you right now?

Why the fuck wouldn't I?

Because we have a job to do,

and crying about your failure to cowboy up and self-harm isn't exactly helping us.

Nyland sent you to be the senior lawyer, so tell me what the game plan is.

You have to go back to Langley. This is way too big to handle remotely.

You think he was bluffing about that dead man's switch?

Not a chance.

He is a veteran intelligence officer

with access to every conceivable form of spycraft and cutting-edge technology.

Meaning that it's digital and hidden deep inside the Internet?

Meaning that it's above our pay grade.

Oh, for once, you look appropriately freaked out.

You feel the water level at your nose right about now?

I was fighting for my life in a shallow grave a week ago

after watching the asset that I was trying to help

get murdered by her own daughter.

I have been underwater since I joined the Agency.

I think I can handle it.

Yeah, that's what I thought back in the day when I was the golden boy.

But then I flew a little close to the sun,

and it's been a 24-7 anxiety enema ever since.

I gotta go.

- What are you gonna do? - Go back to sleep.

Dude, seriously?

Yeah, seriously. It's midnight, and I am severely jet-lagged.

So I'm gonna grab five hours.

Then I'm gonna head to the embassy to jack up the station chief

to do a deep dive on Jang Kyun while you're flying home.

Are you cool with that? Is that all right? Great.

Why are you still standing there?

Hi. You have reached Nan Hee Kim.

I am unable to answer my phone right now...

You sound like a robot!

Shh! I'm trying to record.

My husband thinks I am being too formal.

Anyway, leave me a message, and I'll get back to you.

- Bye! - Bye!

The tram to Terminal C

now arriving at loading platform.

How's it going?

- Sorry. Go ahead. - Thank you.

No problem.

Shit. Here.

♪ What's the trick ♪

♪ In making my love stick? ♪

Help me!

♪ What's the trick... ♪

Hey!

Help!

♪ Two gentlemen of elegant appearance... ♪

♪ In a state of bustitude... ♪

♪ I give them coffee-colored crystals... ♪

♪ That'll change their attitude... ♪

♪ I'm using appropriate compression for ♪

♪ My inappropriate confessions for ♪

♪ Someone I guess who might need it more ♪

♪ I don't even know What I'm doing it for ♪

♪ This is my first... ♪

♪ My worst... ♪

- Are you kidding me? - ♪ My past, and my last... ♪

Sorry!

♪ Dead to the world but... ♪

♪ Not to you but... ♪

Fuck!

Shit.

Hey! Hold on. Real quick.

- Lucky man. You just made it. - Yeah.

All right.

Thanks.

♪ You know I ain't tame ♪

♪ So come on, let's play ♪

♪ Full speed, no brakes ♪

♪ Uh-huh, that's what it takes ♪

♪ Ain't nobody waitin' around For no reason ♪

♪ Oh, take it high ♪

♪ High, high, high, high ♪

♪ Let's get wild ♪

♪ Pump up the bass and let's get wild ♪

Excuse me.

Hi. I'm looking for the station chief, Amanda Fern.

Hendricks flew back to DC on a red-eye.

I know. I got the alert.

Who flies to Korea for 12 hours?

The CIA is definitely up to something.

I agree.

I want a full briefing on both lawyers in ten minutes.

We need to get proactive.

Yes, ma'am.

We have a situation.

A restricted handling case so restricted

that I can't tell you anything about it or your face will melt off.

Nice try.

It's gonna take more than a Chicken Little lawyer

to get me to turn a blind eye to what's going down in my backyard.

Oh. Great.

Not a problem.

Uh, tell me, who would you rather have call and scream at you?

The General Counsel

or the fucking director of the CIA himself?

What do you need?

A briefing... on ten NIS officers.

A wash? Come on.

My people have better things to do than gather intel on ten names

just so you can hide the one you're actually interested in.

Wow. You are really a condom on the dick of progress, aren't you?

This is your interest, so you're doing the briefing personally.

Now, is there an office I can use while you put my briefing together?

Our intel shows Janus Ferber as a man in distress.

He was a rising star once.

Assigned to oversee high-level covert activity

for the General Counsel's Office.

But our recent reporting shows that he's in conflict,

burned-out, and overworked.

We can use that.

What about Hendricks?

Welcome to Dulles Airport. You're now...

Excuse me.

Hi. I'm... I'm so sorry.

My phone just died,

and I promised my mom I would tell her as soon as we landed.

Do you mind if I use your phone really quick to call her?

- Okay. - All right.

- You're a good son. - Thank you.

The reporting on Hendricks is contradictory.

HUMINT says he's a genius.

RUMINT says he's an idiot.

Hello?

Did you try to have me killed at Incheon Airport last night?

That was you?

No. Why would I do that?

Do what?

Nothing. It's Nan Hee.

I have to go.

I'm a bit busy. I'll call you later.

Mm.

Sorry.

She barely has cell signal right now.

Where is she again?

Japan. At a conference.

Finish the briefing on Hendricks.

He went to Yemen during his first week at the Agency.

But used his blue passport.

To keep it out of his diplomatic record?

That's the assumption.

He went to Vienna a week later,

where multiple spy agencies recorded him surviving an assassination attempt

by jumping into the river.

Okay.

I've heard enough.

Clearly, Ferber is the weak link. I want you to get close, try and flip him.

We don't have time for subtlety. Huh?

♪ Wrapped in platinum wrapper ♪

♪ Black shades on, cameras flashin'... ♪

Hi. I'm here to meet my mother, Mei Copeland.

Of course. Follow me.

- 'Kay. - ♪ Influence ♪

- ♪ Big style, big influence ♪ - ♪ Yeah! ♪

- ♪ Influence ♪ - ♪ Whoo! ♪

Patrice.

Hello, Hannah.

I love that outfit.

Thank you.

My mother's not coming, is she?

No.

Shall we?

Your mother has concerns about your recent pattern of decision-making.

We've been over this before.

The rose tattoo incident of 2016,

my mother only spoke to me through you for six months,

so let's not pretend that using a mediator to parent is normal behavior.

It's not my place to judge.

Not at $1,500 an hour.

Let's get this over with.

"Hannah."

"As you know, I strongly advised against cohabitating with Owen Hendricks."

"It has clearly affected your decision-making

and jeopardized the job I got you."

"While I am encouraged that you have moved out,

the damage has been done,

and I can no longer guarantee your continued employment."

"To be clear, you are on your own."

- Would you like a copy? - No.

Thank you.

There's a silver lining here.

Your mother's paying for lunch.

So

Treat yourself, and... try to stay on her good side.

Mm. That's not possible, because there is no good side.

Are you, uh, ready to order?

No.

Yes.

What's the priciest thing you have on the menu?

The, um, lobster. Unless, of course, you were talking about the wine list.

Oh... I am definitely talking about the wine list.

Could you get me the lobster and your priciest bottle of wine?

And you know what?

Put everyone's lunches on my mom's tab.

- Are you sure? - Mm-hmm, 100%.

What do you mean, tried to kill you?

Just that.

Guy had a blade hidden in a crutch.

Which, in hindsight, is actually super cool.

But totally not the point. I'm lucky I survived.

Now, Jang Kyun insists that he wasn't behind it, and that tracks.

He knows I'm his best chance at getting his wife back.

What do you think, Janus?

I think the guy everyone's trying to murder is right, sir.

What'd you find out about our graymailer?

Uh, I'm sorry. Are--

Are we gonna circle back to my attempted assassination?

If I ask Ops to look into it, they're gonna have to let CEG know.

- I don't think you want that. - No, you're right. You're right. So then?

I don't know. Take a course in self-defense.

Look, you signed up for this,

for the opportunity to work this graymail case,

because you are currently expendable.

So we're moving on. What do we know about Jang Kyun Kim?

Seoul Station believes the guy's a schlub.

A vanilla nobody who does some kind of art with knots,

which he displays at craft fairs with a bunch of grandmas.

Yeah, which is wrong. He's a shark.

I watched him dismantle half a dozen gangsters without breaking a sweat.

- Dude kicked serious ass. - Which is bad.

- Very bad. - What? Why?

Well, the fact that we got his profile so wrong

means he's been playing the long game for years.

Convincing us he's a nobody when he's actually a rock star,

which means we need to take him very seriously.

Right.

So what's the plan?

You focus on the wife.

- Nan Hee. - Whatever.

Our primary goal is to string him along

until Operations can neutralize his dead man's switch.

At which point, Operations can neutralize him.

You didn't say that.

And I didn't hear it.

But until what he didn't say happens, you need to jump through some hoops.

Go to State, see if they can get confirmation from their counterparts

that the Russians have her.

So wait. We're not actually gonna try to get her back?

No.

Janus, I need you to put the screws to him.

Jang Kyun has to keep his duplicity secret from the NIS,

which means we have leverage here.

With all due respect, sir, I'm a lawyer, not Operations.

I don't have the skill set to recruit an asset.

Understood.

But I have a mandate from the director to keep this need-to-know.

So you're all I've got.

Just treat it like a negotiation.

The man's over a barrel.

If he's as high-level as I now suspect he is, he'll play ball.

- Anything else? - No.

Um, well, yeah.

Are we really not gonna try to help this guy at all?

If he is actually trying to save the woman he loves...

We're not the fucking Red Cross.

This man is a foreign agent,

threatening to reveal secrets that could put half the building on blast

and the other half in prison.

Which means the "why" doesn't matter... at all.

Get to work.

- I hear you paid for my meal? - Yeah. I did.

Thanks. What's the occasion?

Or are you just prone to random acts of generosity?

You know, everyone who's come up to say thank you

has asked me that question,

and I am still trying to come up with a good answer.

Well, what are the top contenders?

- I won the lottery. - Mm. Too easy.

I sold my company to Facebook.

Mm... too 2010.

I was supposed to meet my mother for lunch.

She didn't show, but... the family mediator did,

so I charged the entire restaurant's lunches

to my mother's tab.

Hmm?

Too truthy?

Actually, I was thinking your mom got off easy.

- Really? - Really.

But you're talking to a guy who got kicked out of five boarding schools

on four continents.

- So... - Okay.

Mm-hmm.

I'm Jae. Can I sit?

I'm Hannah.

- Yes. Yes. Please. - Yeah? All right.

So when you aren't trying to get expelled from boarding school, what do you do?

Believe it or not, I work for my dad's company.

Hmm.

We sell American technology to companies in Europe, Asia, and Africa.

I'm... in town trying to secure export licenses,

but so far, I've been getting the runaround at State.

Well, it seems like you need a good lawyer.

My firm... is the biggest on K Street.

- We represent many multinational-- - Stop.

I don't need the hard sell, Hannah. I am drowning here.

You wanna save me?

I'm gonna let you.

Hendricks.

Somebody hacked the security system

at Incheon Airport last night

and turned off the cameras where you were attacked.

Which means whoever tried to kill you has resources.

- That's not good. - No, it's not.

Was it the Russians?

Possibly, but it seems too quick.

I have an asset I can ask.

Have you found my wife yet?

Uh, no. But I just briefed the boss, and we're digging in.

It's tricky though, given how close hold I have to keep this.

- Give me another few days-- - No. Clock's ticking.

You have 30 hours, or I release a secret.

- Hi. - Where have you been?

Forget it. I don't wanna know.

Probably for the best.

You're looking really hot today.

- Thank you. - Mm.

But I look hot every day, which means you're looking for something from me.

What is it?

Advice. It's on who to go to at State.

- There's a detainee-- - I told you I don't wanna know.

- In Russia. - Tch-tch!

That's all I need to say.

Start at BEEA.

B-E-E-A.

Bureau of European and Eurasian Affairs.

- I knew that. - Yeah, sure you did.

- I did. - Shit.

What?

CEG.

They came around yesterday looking for you... and me.

Clearly, they have moved on to phase two of their investigation.

Interview the principles.

Cool.

No. Not cool.

They are investigating you for a possible counter-intelligence breach,

and me for helping you.

You piss them off, and the FBI will be walking you out of here in handcuffs.

No, no. I don't want that.

No shit.

Mr. Hendricks.

See ya!

- Hi. - I'm Marcy Potter. This is Juno Marsh.

- We're with CEG. - Yes. Yeah, no.

- I heard you guys were looking for me. - Yes.

We're investigating the events surrounding Max Meladze's recruitment and death.

And we need to clarify your participation in said events.

Great. I would love to clarify my involvement in said events.

The only thing is, I actually have an urgent meeting...

Doctor's appointment that I have to get to.

Is it possible to schedule another time to chat?

We'd really like to talk to you today.

I totally get that. Um...

The issue is that there's a little bit of... urgency to my appointment.

Are you saying that there's no "urgency" in talking with us?

Not at all.

No, I absolutely understand the seriousness of the situation

and will sit down with you guys ASAP.

We look forward to speaking with you later.

Me too. Totally.

Yes. I will absolutely get to that.

Hannah.

Owen.

- What are you doing here? - I have a meeting.

At Economic and Business Affairs.

Hi. I'm Jae King.

- I'm a new client of Hannah's. - Owen Hendricks.

We went to law school together.

We were also roommates.

Ah. Fun.

Or, mm... I'm getting a feeling like it ended badly.

- No. - Yes. His hygiene is repulsive.

And he steals.

Thank you.

Let's go.

- Nice to meet you. - Yeah, you too.

Can I help you?

I certainly hope so. I'm a lawyer at the CIA.

And I need some help getting a detainee released.

An American citizen?

Uh, no, she's South Korean.

Uh, where is she being held?

An unfriendly nation.

Talking about Russia, right?

Does it matter?

Yeah, of course it matters. And, no, we can't help you.

And, no, we can't help you.

Try the softies at DHRL.

Yeah, sure. Um, Russia's not ideal, but not impossible.

Amazing.

Um, there's just... there's one more thing. Uh, I need an action plan in 24 hours.

Whoo!

Ji Min, you gotta get your nose out of that phone.

What the fuck?

We gotta talk. Get in the trunk.

I don't know anything new.

I'm going.

Out.

What are we doing here?

Come on. I'm keeping your secret.

I haven't told anyone about Nan Hee.

And no one's been asking.

You sure?

Because I had your brother moved to solitary,

but I could just as easily have him shanked.

Why are you being like this?

No one knows she's missing but you.

But if I start asking around about her,

my people are gonna want to know why.

And they'll use her as leverage against you.

Then what will you do?

What have you heard about a hit attempt at the airport?

On an American.

Just rumors.

Somebody hired local.

But I haven't heard names.

But I can dig deeper on that.

I have to go.

Keep your mouth shut and ears open.

What?

I don't even know where the fuck I am!

♪ Get it all, get it all Give it all to me ♪

♪ Hands up, hit the deck This is a robbery ♪

I'm filing a formal protest.

How can they force us to live together while we're stationed here?

'Cause it's cheaper to rent one two-bedroom

than two one-bedrooms.

Well, on the bright side, any thought I had of bumping uglies with you is gone

now that I've seen how messy you are.

Oh, snap. My bad.

I was actually trying to be extra messy, hoping you'd try to fix me.

Some girls dig that.

Yeah, well, it's not me.

So you clean up your shit,

or I will nail your bedroom door closed while you sleep.

Well, hey, if I get an intelligence win, then I can go back to being a lawyer,

and we can both go back to Langley.

Yeah, but I'm telling you right now,

you're never gonna get that win with Nichka as your only asset.

Okay? She's anarchy in human form.

- Kitchens. - Yo.

Oh, your ears must've been burning.

I was just talking to Violet about how you're to blame

for everything bad in the world.

Oh, Violet's there? Tell her I say, "what up."

Die in a fire!

She says hello. What's up?

I am trying to turn over a new leaf and do things by the book.

Uh-huh.

So I'm turning to a case officer I trust in Eastern Europe for advice.

- Pass. - Great.

A worker's gone missing at a South Korean NGO on Sakhalin Island.

It's likely that she was taken by Russia.

Aren't you supposed to be tied up in your office? Why you working a case?

Uh, it's a long story. Bottom line, I got a new graymailer.

And I need one of your assets to get me intel.

Well, I only got one, and it's you-know-who.

Fuck.

Do you think she's got the connections to help me find this out?

Maybe. What's in it for me?

I don't know. What do you want?

Dawn's assets.

Give me those, I'll talk to Nichka.

I mean, I...

Uh, I think you're overestimating... my leverage with her, but I can try.

Tough.

You want me to activate Nichka, you talk to Dawn.

Well, I need you to put Nichka in play now. I gotta go!

Spread out. He's gotta be close.

I need a status update.

And I need a vacation.

Which means we're both leaving this conversation disappointed.

Do I really need to threaten you?

Nope.

We are laser-focused on how dangerous you are.

By the way,

nice work on the decades-long paper dump to make you look like a loser.

Is there any reason why the NIS wanted us to think you were a desk jockey?

There is a saying in Korean.

"You give a disease, and then you give medicine."

That's the CIA.

You make trouble, and then you swoop in to help.

Well, how ironic we're the ones you trust to save your wife.

But you didn't think the whole thing through,

which is understandable since you had to come up with it on the fly.

Our boy, Owen, is jumping through your hoops back in DC.

I'm here to make sure you jump through mine.

You want me to become an asset?

I'm a lawyer. What do I know about cultivating assets?

That's more your department.

It's funny you should say that,

because I'm actually here to push you to become an asset for the NIS.

Oh.

Is that why your boss is eyeing us

from the gray SUV in the northeast corner of the plaza?

Yes, but we can use it to our advantage.

We're gonna need cover to keep communicating

so we can continue to meet... without Grace getting suspicious.

So you told her you'd work on turning me?

Totally get it.

But the Agency's gonna need you to become an asset for real.

And you can start by telling me about Grace.

She's a single mother.

Which means she had to be ten times as good as the men

who are up for her position.

Yes.

Which also means it's only a matter of time

before she figures out that you've gone rogue.

Also, yes.

All right.

Well, the quicker you give me something that excites the boss back home,

the harder they'll push Owen to give you what you want.

So start spying.

Fine, but I'm gonna need to tell Grace that I set the hook,

which means you have to give me a price.

What would you ask for if you were going to agree to spy for us?

It was a good first meeting.

What was his initial ask?

Fifty thousand dollars.

And a BTS VIP Package for their reunion tour.

He's an ARMY.

I can't believe this.

Did he say why Hendricks went back to Washington?

No.

Just that he'll be back soon.

Not good enough.

I'm running traps

with our current assets to try and find out.

We're spotting and assessing in DC

to get some fidelity into what these two are doing.

I'm going to get to the bottom of this,

so help me.

Sir.

CEG's all over me.

Clearly, their investigation into me is getting serious. Can you do anything?

Short answer's no.

What's the long answer?

Fuck no.

Can't risk having this office tainted by any talk of obstruction,

so... you're on your own.

Um... Yeah. Sorry.

Sorry.

I-- It-- It's just, I do need guidance on my graymail.

I struck out at State. I'm trying to get intel through an asset--

You struck out at SPEHA?

The Special Presidential Envoy for Hostage Affairs.

You went all the way to the State Department

to discuss a hostage situation,

and you didn't talk to the guy whose job is literally freeing hostages?

Get it together, Mr. Hendricks.

You volunteered to be the sacrificial lamb on this one,

so it's on you to save the day or suffer the consequences.

Yes, sir.

Now go save the fucking day.

And stay away from me until you do.

Just keep looking at your phone, not at me.

I have a job for you.

Finally.

Do you have any contacts on Sakhalin Island?

I might. Why?

Korean NGO worker of value to the Agency went missing there.

North or South?

South.

Man or woman?

Woman. But I can't give you a name.

How much?

How much what?

Money. I'm not doing this shit for free.

So far, you haven't done anything.

You don't get paid till you prove yourself to be a reliable source of solid intel.

Mm... That is not how it was explained to me.

Well, that's how it is.

So get me some actionable intel on this woman,

or... we'll rat you out to your Russian mob buddies and move on.

Hendricks.

You lied to me. I'm going to tell everyone your secrets.

Wait. No. Wait.

No, I do not wait.

Especially to get paid.

My handler asked me to look into some aid worker that Russia kidnapped.

Now why should I bother if I am not going to get paid?

Okay, for argument's sake, let's say that you could be paid,

compensation's arranged... how much are we talking?

Oh, it's you.

You are the one who is asking about her.

It doesn't matter who's asking.

A hundred thousand, cash.

Say yes, or I hang up and call your boss.

- Yes. - Smart man.

You know I'm going to have to hurt some people to get this.

Ugh. I wish you hadn't told me that.

Does that mean you do not want me to do it?

No.

Do it.

♪ Let me show you how to get that ♪

♪ How to make the beat drop ♪

♪ Get that, get that ♪

♪ Let me show you How to get that, get that... ♪

♪ Let me show you how to get that ♪

♪ How to make the beat... ♪

How is life, brother?

You guys good?

Nichka, is that you?

Sergei. Long time.

I have some questions about Sakhalin.

And you came dressed for war?

Plan for the worst, hope for the best.

♪ Gonna make That beat drop... ♪

My hope came true.

♪ You know you want it ♪

♪ I'mma make the beat drop... ♪

Okay! Okay! What do you want to know?

A Korean woman was taken on Sakhalin.

I don't know anything about that.

But I can call someone.

Who?

If I tell you,

you'll just kill me.

Sergei, you're dead either way.

The only question is, how painless do you want it to be?

We've got a situation.

Lester's asking me to ask you about using your assets.

Why the fuck is he asking you about my assets?

Because I needed to use one of his, and he assumes I have something on you.

Which I do, but it doesn't have to be a problem.

He's not sniffing around your ghost assets.

He's just desperate for HUMINT. So... throw him a bone.

Give him one or two of your real assets and help him get traction.

I'm not handing over shit.

Because he's not gonna be sitting in my office very long.

I'm gonna get it back.

Yeah, good for you.

But in the short term, you need to buy yourself some time.

CEG is turning up the heat.

I suggest you come up with a plan... fast.

I gotta go.

- Who are you? - Hi. Uh...

Owen Hendricks. CIA. OGC. I need to talk to SPEHA.

There's no time. We're taking off in a second.

It's okay, Mateen.

SPEHA?

Tom. Hi.

I'm, uh, sorry to barge in.

I have an urgent hostage situation that poses a national security risk.

Well, that sounds ominous.

Why don't you take a breath?

Have a seat. Tell me what's going on.

Okay. Thanks.

I, uh...

I've been going full-tilt for, like, a hundred hours.

I get it. I've been there.

Why am I hearing about this urgent crisis from you instead of the director?

Uh, honestly? Because the CIA's position in the hostage situation is untenable.

The Agency is pursuing other remedies.

Untenable?

How?

Well, the hostage is a South Korean national

being held in Russia.

Yeah, well, you know, Russia isn't exactly returning my calls right now.

Yeah, I bet.

But I'm kind of out of options.

Most people are by the time they find me.

You really need to go.

I really need to finish this conversation.

Okay.

- It never gets old, you know? - What?

Indemnifying the US government in the event of my death.

Why would you need to?

This job takes me to places our government says that I shouldn't go.

And I talk to people our government says that I shouldn't talk to.

And I make promises that our government says I shouldn't make.

So the possibility of death...

it comes along with the shitty plane.

With the...

shitty pl--

What's... What is g-- Uh, what was that?

We're taking off.

- What? No, I... I gotta get outta here. - No. Sorry. I can't do that.

I'm already late as it is. You're just gonna have to tag along.

But look on the bright side.

When we get to where we're going,

you'll have a chance to talk to a British friend of mine

that has a wealth of connections inside of Russia.

In fact, he might be the only person on the planet who can help you, so...

- Shit. - What?

You didn't sign a death and dismemberment waiver.

Well, hopefully you won't need it.

Why wou-- Why would I need it? Where are we going?

To have a conversation with the Taliban.