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Previously on "Absentia"...

Help... me!

My grandpa's having a heart attack.

Are you supposed to be eating that?

We can figure out
the rest in the morning.

- If you wake up in the morning.
- Oh, buddy.

- What do you mean?
- People die!

Valerie died on the train...
after you sent her away.

- Who's Valerie?
- Valerie McNair.

She's my biological mom.

What the hell were you thinking

heading the investigation
of your mother's murder?

There's something in this case
that connects to me,

and I need to figure out what it is.

But you're not going to get very far

freezing out everyone who can help.

I believe in you.

- I'm here if you want to talk.
- It works both ways.

- Rex Wolfe.
- So how do we find him?

I'm not sure we can.
He could be anywhere.

Okay, Mills is on his way up
from holding. Let's do this.

Keep still.

Don't move.

On the ground, agent.

We just got word
from the State Department

that Rex Wolfe has fled the country.

Apparently, he's just crossed
into Moldova from Ukraine.

As far as the American public
are concerned,

Rex Wolfe does not exist.
This is now your case.

You'll go in dark to Moldova,
find Rex Wolfe, capture him.

I'm taking Byrne with me.
I trust her instincts.

The prisoner transport
started according to plan.

Mills was shackled, wrists and ankles.

Did you see anything
in the rearview mirror?

A flash of movement.

He was out of the vehicle
before I could even brake.

Don't move.

Turn around.

Gun.

Put this on.

Turn around
and get on your knees, agent.

The cargo vehicle slammed
on its brakes, so we did too.

I had just initiated emergency protocol

when Wolfe rolled out of the van.

- Mills.
- Excuse me?

You saw Tyler Brandon Mills

roll out of the back of the vehicle.

I have witness statements
from other members of the team

detailing Mills' escape.

Maybe we should
fast forward to your takedown.

Yeah.

Um, maybe...

maybe you should tell me
what the hell's going on here.

Tyler Brandon Mills,

terrorist and criminal mastermind,

was able to escape
an armed transport convoy.

The team leader of said convoy
pursued Mills on foot.

When Mills attacked,

the team leader was forced
to neutralize him.

Yeah. We... we both know
what happened out there.

Rex Wolfe killed Mills...

and he ran.

He got the drop on me.

- After that, Wolfe...
- No.

As far as the public is concerned,

Rex Wolfe does not and cannot exist.

Is this because I screwed up?

Or are you just covering your own ass?

It's neither.

It's orders. HQ.

Look, this way you get to be a hero.

No. I get to be a liar.

Well, Nick, as your friend,

I would suggest you take the win.

And if I don't?

Then as your boss, I will tell you...

it's not a suggestion.

It's an order.

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Your rooms are on the third floor.

- I'll fetch you a bellman.
- Oh, no. We're good. Thank you.

As you wish. Enjoy your stay in Moldova.

Thank you. Ms. Vanek.

We suspect Rex Wolfe is laying low

in a breakaway territory
in eastern Moldova.

This area is heavily dependent
on contraband and drug running,

and unfortunately,
the U.S. has no intelligence

or diplomatic presence there.

So it's just you two.

We've set up backstopped
cover identities for you.

Emily, you're Sasha Vanek,
a steel company magnate

looking to expand operations
into Eastern Europe.

Cal, you're Mitchell Taylor,
her head of security.

No.

Your covers will allow you

to talk to private military contractors

in the guise of establishing
a security presence

for your company.

The trade council's having a gala,

and tapping into the network
of oligarchs

and their PMC-hired muscle

should bring you
one step closer to Rex Wolfe.

Not even the government
knows your true identities.

You have zero jurisdiction...

and no backup.

So we got the test results back.

Unfortunately, your miscarriage
wasn't by chance.

You have a condition
called obstetric APS.

That, and the uterine
scar tissue buildup

from the D&C puts you at extreme
risk for recurrent miscarriages.

What does that mean for the future?

It means you may not ever be
able to carry a child to term.

There's IVF, surrogacy...

...options
that I can talk you through now

or at a later date...

Ms. Vanek.

I'm Sergei Derkach, Lead Trade Attaché.

Let me be the first to welcome you.

Nice to meet you.

I'm looking forward to learning
more about setting up shop

in your beautiful country.

And there will be plenty of
time to discuss business,

but right now,
you must try our local Divin.

It's like cognac,

but don't tell the French, far superior.

- Noroc.
- Cheers.

Your guard is free to relax
with his colleagues

in the smoking lounge.

I assure you, there is nowhere safer

than within these walls.

Let me introduce you
to a friend of mine.

Mm-hmm.

- Is it good?
- Yeah, it's delicious.

And, of course, my bank
has very favorable arrangements

for our American customers.

Moving that kind of currency,

you must have
an impressive security force.

Mmm. Absolutely, yes.

So, how did you set it up?

It's a private military company.

- They can deploy rapidly.
- Uh-huh.

They're cost effective.

You didn't hear it from me,
but... Nightwatch.

Nightwatch?

I hate to interrupt,
but there is someone

- Ms. Vanek just has to meet.
- Oh, yes. Excuse me.

You can't let that old fool
monopolize your time.

Mr. Jeffries, CEO of Landsman Oil.

- Ms. Vanek of El Toro Steel.
- Hello.

Pleasure to meet a fellow ex-pat.

Well, just in the scouting
stages right now.

It's an odd part of the world.

I mean, they still have minefields.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Well then, I will tread carefully.

You better.

I mean, this whole security gig,

it's okay, but holding
my lady's makeup bag

wasn't exactly what I had in mind

when I left the service, you know?

Yeah, definitely beats
security in Burundi

during the elections, bro.

I work for Pandys.

You know, just one rough interrogation

nets more than six months
working for the coca farms.

- Yeah. So you never served, right?
- No.

Well, I started out on the blue line.

- The Lebanon border?
- Yeah.

Where?

Zar'it. 2006. The Baram Brigade.

I had friends over there.

You can ignore those clowns.

You should talk to my guys.

No.

And why is that?

I'll get a finder's fee.
You'll keep the bragging rights.

And what's so good about your shop?

A couple of years back, I was ambushed

in a remote corner
of the Helmand Province,

a place even your Marines
are afraid to tread.

Yeah. Yeah, I've been there.
I got no desire to go back.

Mmm. So you know,
I'm laying down cover fire,

but I'm done for.

Then out of nowhere,
a helicopter swoops in

and saves my ass.

Nightwatch... they are the
last word in this thing we do...

if you are serious.

Yeah. There's no cell service
in Helmand,

so how'd they find you?

Here comes the good part.

Would you like to dance?

Yes.

I never see you before tonight.

- I just into town.
- Where are you from?

The U.S.

And what do you think of my country?

I think it's beautiful.

Not all of it, I promise.

Yana!

Hey.

An American with Wolfe's
training is a premium

- in the local PMC market.
- Which one?

Every PMC in the world
has a piece of this place.

Well, I've heard of a place
we should check out

when we're through here.

It's where all the mercs hang out.

Hey!

Just remember why we're here.

El Toro, this is Mr. Cosgrove.

Hey, so we found out about
a few of the majors in the area.

One's called Pandys,

and then there's
another one called Nightwatch.

I'm into it.

Neither is ringing any bells,

but these places change names
more often than P. Diddy.

Yeah. I think that was
a few names back, Mr. Cosgrove.

Mr. Cosgrove is
a criminally uncool soccer dad.

Give him a break, Sasha.

And how is young
Master Cosgrove holding up?

Good.

I told him you were
on a training exercise.

And he still
wants to know that you're safe.

Are you? Safe?

Yeah. Uh, call me when
the local sales figures come in.

Okay, bye.

Don't let them
write your history for you.

Hey. I decided to come home for lunch.

Alice?

You all right?

Uh, guys? When's the lunch?

Now. Go wash your hands.

- We can talk later.
- All right.

Everyone's talking about you
taking out Tyler Brandon Mills.

You're famous, Dad.

I was just doing my job.

Did you kill him with one shot?

Or did he keep running,

and you had to pump him full of bullets?

How many shots did it take?

- Dad, tell me!
- He died quickly.

Did his blood get all over you?

- Flynn.
- You're awesome, Dad.

He didn't stand a chance.

That's enough.

You need to just let me eat, okay?

Just let me eat for Christ sakes.

I'm done.

He's excited.

He and his friends, they admire you.

Look, I get it,
being forced to take a life.

Maybe talking
to a professional could help.

I'm not one of your clients.

Well, maybe I wouldn't
have to play counselor

if you'd get some help
instead of repressing everything

under this Captain America facade.

You're not the only one with problems.

You can't begin to understand.

Screw you, Nick.

If Rex Wolfe isn't here, these
guys will know where he is.

Stay close to me and keep a low profile.

I recognize that voice.

Cal? Cal Isaac! It's really you!

Of all the gin joints in all the world,

if it ain't my favorite square...

Holy shit, Holt Thompson, you old...

That was for Yemen.

- Now we're even.
- Okay.

Welcome to my joint.

- Sasha.
- Sasha. Holt.

- First round's on me.
- Thank you.

Come on, idiot.

If you wanna see the downstairs
to your upstairs, Sasha...

you came to the right place.

So what are the odds that the two of you

would meet here of all places?

Guys like us don't become
Walmart greeters when we retire.

If you want to keep your hand
in the game on an elite level,

- there's only a few places to go.
- Hmm.

Why Moldova?

Well, after it went sideways,

I knew a white picket fence
wasn't in the cards.

- Did my time as PMC muscle.
- With who?

A place I thought I left behind,

but they opened up a branch right here

in my corner of paradise.

Nightwatch.

Yeah, I've heard good things.

If you like, uh, Big Brother
watching your every move

24 hours a day.

It wasn't for me.

Oh, wicked.

Oh, I am. Believe me.

What does this do?

It was a chip.

- They implant GPS trackers...
- To monitor you on missions.

Access buildings, charge your lunch tab.

I could use one of those.

You gotta give it back
when you split though,

along with your company car
tape dispenser.

That's a small price to pay
to get in with a shop like that.

Look, don't worry, it's...

I'm not telling tales out of school.

Ms. Vanek knows
I'm looking for new challenges.

Not until you find a suitable
substitute though.

- Right?
- Yeah.

I thought you were looking
to go straight...

leave the black bag jobs
to creeps like me.

Yeah. No, I tried civilian life.

Had me climbing the walls.

You know how it is.

So, Nightwatch. You got an in?

Not for a minute.

I'm on the acquisitions side these days.

If you really want in...

you gotta talk
to the big-time company men.

You can go to hell!

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

So much for keeping a low profile.

Yeah. Well, he has no idea I'm Bureau.

He knows your real name.

Half the guys in here
are working under an alias.

And what if he looks into my cover?

I don't think it's your cover...
that he's interested in.

I don't care what you think.

Focus on the job.

- Mrs. Vanek.
- So what have you got?

I did some digging on Tydeus Tech.

They went bust about five years ago,

but their assets were
picked up by Nightwatch.

Yeah, I've been hearing
a lot about them lately.

Australian Security Intelligence

just sent me a photo of Rex Wolfe

with the CEO of Tydeus.

That sounds like a valuable asset.

We're conferencing in
one of his associates right now.

- You have company?
- Uh-huh.

- A merc?
- Yeah.

- Buy you a drink?
- Yeah. I'd like that.

What's your pleasure?

Pappy's.

- I'm Sasha.
- Jacques.

Looks like you lost your date.

- Shall we?
- Yes.

You need to savor it. Slowly.

No.

You take it in... all at once.

Is that the French way with bourbon?

That's my way... with everything.

Oh.

What's a woman like you
doing in this shithole?

- What do you mean?
- I mean...

You are sure of yourself, aren't you?

Yeah... for good reason.

This is my security.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Security is for little boys.

I do a dirty job.

I like to balance it with, uh...

well... better if I show you.

I'd like that.

Dirty job, huh?

What's so dirty about an escort duty

for the Moldovan glitterati?

I don't babysit, pretty boy.

- I was a guest at the palace.
- Really?

And I bet you've got
the chip to prove it.

You're Nightwatch, right?

So do they pay a bonus for TS/SCI?

What's TS/SCI? Hmm?

Top Secret Security Clearance.

And I have the highest possible.

I need, uh, some more privacy
and, uh... stimulation.

- Okay.
- Come.

Hey.

Hello?

Ah! Ah! Wait!

Please! Wait!

- Wait.
- Wait? Wait for what?

Slow... slow down.

- Why?
- Hold it. Hold on, hold on.

I don't like it like this.
I don't like it.

Mais tais-toi.
Je vais te baiser là maintenant,

tu comprends?

Please, just... no!

Tu cries, je te crève!

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Okay.

Hey!

You guys, you guys,
let me buy your bike.

I have money.

Here.

And your jacket, please.

Shit.

Are you hurt?

No. We're going to Nightwatch.

You don't waste any time.

So where would the monitoring room be?

Their GPS and comms room are
gonna be hidden and reinforced.

I can't tell you where the room is,

but a guy as heavy as your boy Jacques,

he'd have access for sure.

What if we kill the generator?

No, look. Cameras.

They'll have a parallel
power supply redundancy

for all the important stuff.

That's what I'm counting on.

Hey, Byrne.

Shh, shh, shh.

Damn it, Byrne!

Hi. I think I'm lost.

Hey, let's go.

Hey...

Don't move.

Turn around. Come on. Turn around.

Focus.

Real-time GPS from those
body tracks uploads here.

Hey, focus! Come on!

Hurry up. Find Rex.

Hey!

Turn around.

He's 30 miles out. Let's go.

You fucked with the wrong people!

Hey!

Damn it.

No. No.

What did the, uh...

what did the small guy
have as a sidearm?

- A Makarov pistol.
- Makarov pistol...

Marakov pistol, okay.

Makarov pistol. He handed...

Are you blueprinting?

Yeah.

Good.

Come here.

I really needed to see you.

Oh, likewise.

I want to give you the heads-up
on a story I'm about to air.

Now? Seriously?

It's about the mysterious death
of Tyler Brandon Mills.

Does the FBI really expect
America to believe

Mills got out of an armed convoy
without help?

I don't know.
What does Erica Lyle think?

I think you're full of shit.

So much smoke
and not a damn bit of fire.

- I'm not letting this go.
- Erica, come on.

Better you hear it from someone
who cares, 'cause soon...

- Baby...
- ...every news agency

around the world
will be beating down your door.

So you say.

I interviewed
a few security consultants.

They all agreed...

properly secured
prisoner transport vehicles

would have two armed guards.

Seems a little strange
Tyler Brandon Mills

had only one guard, don't you think?

There was no second guard.

- Why not?
- I don't know.

- You're hiding something, Derek.
- No.

So now's the time to come clean...

on the record or off,
but I'm running my report.

Huh.

Okay. Wow.

Wow.

I thought this was about more
than just you getting a scoop.

I'm a journalist for Christ's sake.

I'm doing my job.

- And you know what else?
- What?

You wouldn't respect me if I didn't.

Okay. There is nothing to be gained

by us working at cross purposes.

Two of us working together
would make more sense, right?

Meaning?

Meaning... you drop the guard story,

and I will get you
an even bigger exclusive.

Okay.

I'm listening.

I'm listening.

- Cal.
- What?

Cal. Listen.

It's probably rainwater runoff
from the storm.

Go.

- You got it?
- Yeah.

- I can't judge its depth.
- Yeah.

We could be sucked
into the water treatment plant.

Andre, bring them to me.

Or we could take our chances here.

- Hey! I've got you!
- Ah!

It's Cal!

Stay with me.

You breathe in... four, three, two, one.

You breathe out...
four, three, two, one.

You're good. Okay.

I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Thank you.

The current's getting stronger.

Hang on!

Hold your breath.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey. Um, Emily missed
her last scheduled check-in.

I'm starting to get concerned.

Well, one missed check-in
does not an emergency make.

Come on. You know Emily
when she's on a lead.

She has tunnel vision.

Yeah. I... I know,
but that's what worries me.

She thinks that Rex Wolfe
is working for Nightwatch.

It's... it's a very
well-capitalized PMC.

Super shady.

You don't seem too concerned.

It's only been one day.

And Cal and Emily
are two of the best, so...

I know, but...

So have some faith.

They know how to handle themselves.

All right, listen.
We'll put out some feelers,

see if there's been any chatter,

without tipping off that
we're dipping our toes

into Moldova, of course.

I appreciate that.

- I got your back, Nick.
- Thanks.

And, uh, listen.

I'm gonna have
to ask you to reciprocate.

Uh... uh, sure.

What do you need?

Are you familiar with, um, Erica Lyle?

From channel six?

Yeah, exactly.

Um, I scheduled you
for a sit-down with her

just to amplify
the official line on the convoy.

You want me to go on TV...

and repeat that line of bullshit?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Alice.

I was just on my way to the Berkshires.

I can't do this anymore.

Please, sit.

Things were better
when I felt that Nick and I

could have our own child,
but that's never gonna happen.

Slow down. What's going on?

I can't... I mean, we can keep trying,

but the odds are...

I'm so sorry to hear that.

I think my marriage is falling apart.

The distance between us...

You have to stay the course...
for Flynn.

He needs you, now more than ever.

No ever said it was going to be easy,

but this is what you've signed up for.

Don't you ever get tired

of being everyone else's support system?

This is the life we have chosen.

Maybe you should practice self-care.

Find yourself a hobby, a passion,

something just for you.

Nick.

Come on in.

Have you heard from Byrne or Isaac?

How are you doing?

They missed their scheduled
check-in time.

Not unheard of for a mission like this.

Yeah. I know, but the last time
Emily and I spoke,

there was a tone in her voice.

Scared?

I don't know. Maybe.

Uh, everyone's probably right.

I'm... I'm just overreacting.

This has been an exceptionally
difficult time for you.

Being the poster boy for the convoy lie.

You were just doing your job.

I don't remember this part
in the oath we took.

Our job is to keep America safe

and allow her citizens
to sleep well at night.

I'd say the greater good
is being served.

Whether you believe it or not,

you're serving your country honorably.

Well...

It's cold.

Here, take this.

- No.
- No, no, no. You're shivering.

Here.

Thank you. Damn, I'm cold.

Not me.

I'm wearing my ugly alpaca sweater.

Uh-huh.

It smells like a goat, but it's warm.

And I'm taking
a big scoop of matzo ball soup.

Oh, nice. How is that working for you?

Oh, I'm throwing a heavy horse
blanket over the sweater.

Yeah. Well...

I'm gonna go for the real thing.

- Ready?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Okay, let's go.
- Okay.

Come on.

Hey, come on.

Look, it's running.
What do you want to do?

Better to ask for forgiveness
than permission, right?