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[woman in Russian] Have a good meal, everybody. There you go.

Yeah, there’s brown bread with butter.

-Well, guys, let’s dig in. -That's tasty!

["Spiele mich an die Wand" by Alain Bashung playing]

[funky synth-pop music playing]

[song trails off]

[suspenseful intro music playing]

[music trails off]

[siren wailing faintly in distance]

[McKenna] Comm check one.

[Jo] Clear.

What you've got in your hands is a perfect replica of Diana's phone.

Custom-made, state-of-the-art decoy.

[McKenna] Operation Dreamcatcher?

-Is that-- -[Jo] Thunder's idea.

Shetland likes to stay off the grid.

Head-of-state-level security.

[Thunder] Making it was no small feat.

I loaded the decoy with retina and fingerprint scanners, IMSI catchers…

[McKenna] Hence the name. Dreamcatcher.

See? She gets it.

The decoy is linked to a decoder.

You find hers, swap it,

connect the real phone to an OPSAT, and all you have to do is--

Wait for Diana to activate the decoy.

[Grim] Letting her fall for the bait. In and out. Simple as that.

-You should head out soon. Where's Fisher? -Ugh.

The old man's taking his sweet time.

[shaver buzzing]

[man 1] Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya.

You've served with Lieutenant Commander Douglas Shetland

in over 18 high-profile missions abroad. Is that right?

[Fisher] That is correct.

[man] On 12th April, 2002,

did you or did you not report major oversights

in the handling of mission protocol,

which in turn led to the death of four Navy SEALs at Bagram,

as well as the capture and untimely death of inmate number 245-3?

[storm rumbling]

[judge] Commander Fisher,

answer the question, please.

Yes, I did.

[agitated murmuring]

[judge banging gavel]

[judge] Despite over 12 years of unfaltering service

and commitment to the nation,

the jury has found substantive evidence on the counts of insubordination,

misbehavior before the enemy, and neglect of duty.

On all the aforementioned counts, the jury has found the defendant guilty,

therefore sentencing you to immediate dishonorable discharge.

-[thunder rumbles] -[car door slams]

[somber, distressing music playing]

[judge] Douglas Shetland,

you have failed in your mission to this country and its people.

My father spoke highly of you too.

Absolutely.

You can count on me, Mr. Morata.

We are humbled by your kind contribution.

Indeed, strong family bonds are of the utmost importance.

Naturally, he will be here tonight.

Thank you.

[somber classical cello music playing]

-Make sure he's on time. -[haltingly] Mr. Morata?

Don't be dim-witted. Charlie.

What should we do about her?

People are supposed to mingle, not mourn.

Get me a pianist. Something jazzy. And let's get rid of the cello, shall we?

We had her fly in this morning from St. Petersburg.

-We can't just-- -You're right.

Let's send her back in a train.

[man] Diana!

Bertrand! Mon cher! Welcome!

[whispers] Charlie. Hurry!

[Bertrand in French] This is marvelous!

[dynamic, engaging music playing]

[Grim] Shetland will be looking to make an impression on potential investors.

McKenna, you are Grace Palmer, a journalist for Fame magazine.

Got you.

[Grim] Get up close, gather intel, avoid blowback.

Do I need a cover?

You're the driver.

-No one cares. -Hmm.

[crowd clamoring]

Good luck, kid. And don't make a mess.

Who, me? I would never.

[dramatic music booms]

-[photographer] Charlie, over here! -Mr. Shetland! Mr. Shetland!

Hi, how are you?

Charlie, here. Charlie.

Judy Grant, Fame magazine.

Can you tell us more about your charming new girlfriend

we saw on your boat in Porto Cervo?

Oh. [chuckles wryly]

Which one?

[photographer] Charlie, over here, this way.

[crowd clamoring]

[playing graceful, jazzy music]

-Nice to see you here. -What a gorgeous event.

-Yes, we can definitely talk more-- -[Charlie] Sis!

[in German] I'm here.

[in English] Oh, thank you for gracing us with the privilege of an appearance.

You know I hate these fucking things.

What, fundraisers?

The people.

You and I both.

Right now, it's crucial we appear strong.

Together.

Well, then. To us?

No. To…

To Xanadu.

[playing kicky flourish]

I'd feel more comfortable infiltrating the Kremlin in my pajamas.

I stand out a mile in this dress.

[Grim] In these kinds of events, standing out is the point.

[Fisher] Soccer's a nice distraction.

Great game. Never could wrap my head around the rules though.

[man in German] …he covers the right corner pretty well.

I'd rather bet on the bottom left.

What an exciting moment for both teams!

[Grim in English] FYI,

they call it football around here.

-[Fisher] Potato, po-tah-to. -Do we have an eye on the target?

Both eyes.

Ready to move.

-Phone. -It's right…

-Oh. -Oh, you have got to be kidding.

I left it back in the room. Charging.

I… I'm sorry. I'll be right back.

Did you get that?

So much for "in and out," huh?

Okay, team, change of plans.

Thunder, skim through the hotel's database.

We need a room number.

Sam, get to that phone before they do.

[Fisher] On it.

[drivers chatting indistinctly]

[car alarm blaring]

-[in German] What is happening here? -Shit.

What’s happening?

Fucking shit.

[taut, suspenseful music playing]

[in English] So, where am I headed?

[Thunder] One moment.

[grunts]

[Thunder] There. Room 1667.

[Jo] Top floor. Exit to the right.

[Grim] You find the phone, in and out.

Let me guess.

Simple as that. Copy.

-[elevator music playing] -[elevator dings]

[Grim] Seems we've got company.

Good night.

[Grim] Diana's assistant.

You better hurry then, Sam.

No worries. I got it.

[suspenseful music intensifying]

[Thunder] Sam. At the third floor, exit and take the elevator on your right.

Now.

[tinny elevator music playing]

Come on, come on, come on!

[Thunder] Let's not give this young guy any reason to panic.

We'll just take him on a slow tour of every single floor.

[intriguing music building]

[elevator music playing]

Come on, Thomas.

Pull your shit together.

Problem solved.

You've got two minutes, Sam. Don't waste time.

-That would be wonderful. -Let me know when it's done.

[elegant music playing]

[Charlie] Have we met before?

Don't think so. I would remember.

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shetland.

Grace Palmer.

I'm writing a profile of your sister Diana for Fame magazine.

I was interviewed by Fame on the red carpet.

That would be Judy, my assistant.

If you say so.

And who invited you to my event?

-Why-- -I would know.

I know everything.

I own this company with my sister, you know.

This night means a lot to us, and I have been through the guest list

over and over,

and I don't recall a Grace Palmer.

Of course not. But Patricia, your publicist, would.

Because you don't think I make the calls here?

[tense music building]

[chuckles]

Relax! I'm just fucking with you.

Besides, I have a much better topic for your article.

Me, Charlie Shetland.

Care for a drink?

Oh, tell her hello from me. I haven't seen her in so long!

Absolutely.

[Thunder] That was close.

[Grim] Too close.

[tinny elevator music playing]

[man in German] All security personnel, report immediately to the basement.

[Jo in English] Okay, Sam.

Here's your chance. Your cover is safe.

Security has reported a burglary in the parking lot.

[Thunder] Hold till I say.

Roger that.

[football game continuing on TV]

And… go.

End of hall. Last room on the right.

You sure we got the right room?

-[Thunder] Good question. -Shitty answer.

[Thunder] We don't have a visual in the room itself.

Just be careful. There could be someone.

Hmm.

You gotta be shitting me.

[Charlie] What makes a journalist from Fame, such as yourself,

take interest in our endeavors?

[McKenna] I've always had an interest in women CEOs,

and your sister…

Well, she's formidable.

Do you think you could…

Ah, sorry, I shouldn't ask.

No, no, no. Ask away.

Well, I would love to get a chance to meet her in private.

[chuckles] I'm sure you would.

Perhaps do a double profile feature with you?

I guess I could arrange that.

[suspenseful music playing]

Where is that stupid phone?

[Thunder] We're out of floors to hold him back. You've got 30 seconds.

Give me a sec.

[Thunder] You don't have a sec, man. Hurry up!

Bingo.

[door opening]

[keypad lock beeps]

[Thomas] Jesus! You scared me. Where is it?

[security] Sorry, sir, I don't understand. Where's what?

[Thomas] The boss's phone, bonehead!

-[Fisher] I'm out. -Okay.

Part one achieved. We can plug the phone into the decoder.

[Fisher] Got it.

[Thunder] System's operational.

Ready for data transfer.

[Grim] All right, McKenna. Time to get Diana's finger on that phone.

But please…

-Would you like to come with me? -…do not cut off her finger.

I would love nothing more.

[Diana] We look forward to that very much.

[suspenseful music intensifying]

Ah. Finally here when I need you.

I want you to meet Grace Palmer. Fame mag.

It's a real honor to meet you, Ms. Shetland.

Wait. Bourbon.

[sighs] I'm so sorry.

Long day.

Well, I guess it comes with being an inspiring leader of our time.

Amen to that. We need to stick together as women.

Charlie, so how did you meet?

Well, you know, sis, I've asked Mrs. Palmer--

-Ms. -Ms. Palmer to do a profile on us two.

For the title, I was thinking,

"In the name of the Father, the Daughter, and the Holy Spirit."

I would be the Holy Spirit, of course.

Ah, I see.

Sure, why not.

Let's arrange that ASAP.

[uneasy stinger]

Apologies. I'll be right back.

[Grim] McKenna?

[tense, fraught music playing]

[whispers] What are you doing here?

You look like shit.

[ominous, distressing music playing]

[Grim] McKenna?

What the fuck?

Do you see him?

[Grim] We do. Stay focused. You are on a mission here.

Yes, I am.

Any news from our friend on the boat?

Everything as planned.

I tried calling, but…

You need to see this.

[gasps]

Him.

Let's not make a fuss.

The last thing we want is a commotion.

Check every room, every hallway.

I want confirmation.

Consider it done.

And Gunther, change that thing.

It's…

Just change it.

Let's go.

Okay, McKenna. Situation's changed.

We need you to move fast.

McKenna?

You want simple, right?

I'll give you simple then.

[clears throat] So, uh, Ms. Shetland?

About your phone… I swear to God, I left it right on the side--

Thunder, make the call. Now.

[Thunder] At your service.

[tense music playing]

[door closes]

[haltingly] Ms. Shetland, as I was saying, your phone…

I'm sorry, I didn't… I mean, I couldn't…

-You didn't, you couldn't, what? -[phone buzzes]

Is this some sort of joke?

Good job, kid.

-[static crackles] -Hello?

Hello? Mr. Morata?

[disconnect tone drones]

-Care to explain? -I…

Don't bother. You're fired.

Please follow me, sir.

[Grim] Time to get out of there.

McKenna?

[suspenseful music playing]

[Grim] Zinnia!

[McKenna] Taking care of something.

Meet you in two minutes. Service exit.

-Wait a minute, wait a mi… Ah, shit. -[engine starts]

[suspenseful music continuing]

[inhales, exhales steadily]

What the hell are you doing?

[distressing music escalating]

[McKenna grunting]

[tense music playing]

[tires skid]

Fuck!

[frenetic outro music playing]