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A thousand pages on Camp David, no black marker. Any mention of him here? Peter

Sutherland hasn't worked for us for the last ten months. He's got to be with

some government agency.

Not officially, he isn't. This broker is about to control a sitting president.

The new mission determines the exact nature of their relationship.

Jay Buttrey was a great analyst.

What about his boss?

Ben Wallace.

Sell their career and help bring down some big fish.

You have him leaking intelligence to the press. He's scared.

I've seen you before. I don't think so. I made a contact with this reporter,

Isabel De Leon. She writes for the Financial Register.

A reporter? Strange.

Yeah. She doesn't sound like somebody that's trying to sell classified

intelligence. It sounds like someone with a story to tell, you know?

That seat is taken. We won't be here long.

I think he's telling the truth. I'm looking at them now.

I need to call you back. Five days ago, what happened? He comes over and starts

grilling me. And he destroys the hard drive with the SARS on it so I try to

him and he pulls a gun. Says he's sorry that they made him do it. I promise you

that if you come with me, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe.

There's something I haven't told you. What? That crypto wallet belongs to Raul

Zapata and the LFS.

You're saying you predicted the attack on Pima 12?

And if what I suspect is true, that would mean that someone states I had fun

the attack.

Hello? I'm calling, Peter, because...

It appears that you have something I want. Or rather, someone.

Yeah, send a text next time.

Sorry. Culperson's got me on deadline for this insider trading piece.

So I need a little favor.

You mean groundwork? As the most junior reporter here? No, as the reporter with

the most energy.

But it is groundwork. It's a learning opportunity.

What is this?

More junk from the tip site? Whoa, whoa. The tip site is not junk.

That's how I got my first byline.

Okay, most of it is junk. But every so often, there's a there there.

You know what I mean?

Hey, I'm not asking you to stay late. Just look it over when you can. Please.

With a cherry on top.

And a crisp $20 bill on top of that cherry.

There's a there there, right? If I'm reading this correctly and the dates are

accurate, then this guy, this Jay Batra, basically predicted the terrorist

attack on Pima 12 a few days before it happened. Yeah, using suspicious

reports, and apparently he still has them. That's why he submitted to the tip

site. He says the companies listed in that memo were involved.

A whistleblower with a paper trail. Now, that's a rare bird.

Where is he?

Istanbul. Turkey?

So he's already on the run. He's scared for his life.

Then we need to be very deliberate with next steps.

If he's legit, this story can be bigger than the Panama Papers. But if he's not,

then... Mike, the FBI is on their way up. What? Why?

They want to talk to you.

Give us a sec.

They can't be on to us already, can they?

Shit! When you texted last night, I reached out to my source at Vincent to

verify the memo's authenticity.

He must have given them a heads up.

I got a call legal.

Wait, wait. Let me go where the proof is.

I'll find Jay and get the rest of the reports. To Istanbul?

That's not just dangerous. It's crazy.

We have no idea what we're dealing with here. Mike, you told me yourself that

crazy and bold are the same exact thing. It's just different perspectives.

Let me do this now before they shut us down.

Keep in mind, I am going, whether you okay this or not.

Be careful.

And keep receipts.

Thank you. Don't mention it.

FBI.

Yeah.

Sit tight. I'll be right back in a second.

I got four missed calls from the broker while we were in the air.

He's not tracking me on that thing, is he? No, no. I cloned the sim. The

original one he gave me is back in D .C.

Well, poor Coles. He's eager to talk.

What does he want with our boy over here?

Jay told me the suspicious activity reports he took off with connect the LFS

attack on FEMA -12 with some American shell corporations.

I think the broker probably knows about it. You think one of those companies is

his? I think all of them are.

Look, Raul Zapata and the LFS are a small terrorist organization that have

dormant for, what, a decade now? More.

Now all of a sudden they're back on the scene with enough military equipment and

money to swat a commercial airliner out of the sky? No. What are you implying?

How does a Bush League terrorist group go pro all of a sudden?

Again, who do we know that could facilitate that? Same man who

.N. attack last year?

Exactly. And it's got the broker's fingerprints all over it. And so Jay

connected the dots he wasn't supposed to. You said Jay leaked his findings to

the press. Which outlet?

The, uh, financial register.

No shit.

It wasn't Mike Fonseca, was it?

Because our New York field office was trying to question him last week. No,

reporter's name was Isabel DeLeon. Let me get somebody on here. Realistically,

we're not going to get those documents back anytime soon. Not without a court

order.

Tim. Answer it. Put it on speaker.

Hello? You haven't been answering my calls.

Yeah, I was in the air. Just landed back in the States. I'm in New York. Welcome

home. Did the package arrive with you safely?

Yeah, yeah, I got him. Good.

I'll send details as to where he's to be dropped off.

I trust you can handle that.

Peter?

No. No, that's not how this is going to work.

Oh? And how do you imagine it happening?

Enlighten me.

You taught me a lesson once on value.

Now, this package clearly has some big value to you, so I'm not going to be

handing them over to you no questions asked.

Do I have to remind you of our arrangement? Look, I honored that deal

broke into the U .N. and got you those documents you wanted. You don't own me

forever. I have some security footage that might change your tune.

Then use it.

Okay, but you won't, because then I'll have no value to you. Let me propose

something new, then.

Ever play the game Go Fish?

Not since I was a kid, no. Well, I'm asking you for a jack.

A single expendable card. One I know you have.

So you give them to me, and then you ask me for a card.

And I've got a damn near whole deck in my hands.

So you're suggesting a trade?

I'm suggesting a mutual benefit.

I get what I want, you get what you want.

This analyst that you want me to hand over, I need to know that I'm not

his life in danger. Well, of course not.

What we're dealing in here is an exercise in economics.

A value exchange, nothing more.

What if I say go fish?

Then we'll move on to a different game.

One with deadlier stakes.

Think about it.

I'll be in touch.

Welcome back.

I figured you'd be hungry, so I ordered some... Onion rings?

It's 10 a .m. What's wrong with you? What are you, my mother?

These are the best in the city. Try one. Here you go, hon. Black.

Thanks, Ron. Hey, you want me to stow your luggage behind the bar? Yes,

This pile are suspicious activity reports of all the companies whose cash

withdrawals matched the cash flow that went into this pile.

Records for a crypto wallet known to fund La Fuerza de Soberanía.

Yellow Fest?

Jesus, this kid really did have the dicks. Yeah, and you tried to talk me

going. No, I just made you fight for it.

Bill's character, you can thank me later.

How'd Jay seem?

Terrified. Well, he should be. He killed his boss and fled the country.

The FBI grilled me for hours after you left. He thinks the feds are trying to

kill him, not arrest him. That's a little paranoid.

Maybe. Maybe not.

As soon as I got Jay talking, this guy who tried to hit on me the night before

showed up.

Recognize him?

Yeah, that's the guy wanted for kidnapping Ashley Redfield's daughter a

of years ago. Peter Sutherland Jr.

He was exonerated, though. He was.

Which begs the question, what's a former FBI agent doing with our source?

They don't send a guy like him for nothing.

Are you thinking cover -up? I don't know what I'm thinking. A mentor once taught

me never to assume anything.

But Jay hasn't messaged me in 24 hours, and I'm starting to worry. Is there

anything in the tip site? Not yet. Maybe he went back on the ground.

Yeah, maybe.

All right.

Well, we certainly got enough here to start digging in.

What's our next move?

Why are you asking me? You're the one that has decades more forensic

experience than I do. Now you're just making me sound old.

Decades and decades more experience.

Don't act like you haven't been gaming this thing out the whole flight home.

You got good instincts.

Use them.

What's next?

Later. So, I've been looking for common threads, and I found a pretty big one.

Vernon Tyvek. Who's that?

The compliance officer who filed all the stories that Jay handed us until he was

fired two months ago. Do you ever sleep?

That's what coffee's for.

The only problem is that these banker types, they have a LinkedIn or a profile

page somewhere. But Vernon, he's not really online, so I'm having a hard time

tracking him down.

How old is he?

Around my age. Why?

Fran, I'm gonna borrow this. Yeah.

What century is that even from?

2019, the last year they printed him.

What? You'd be surprised how often this comes in handy. There's no way he's in

there. No, but if his parents are my age, they might be. And he's got a

last name.

It's ringing.

Would you be willing to take a lie detector test? Yeah.

Please, like, I got nothing to hide, man. I just want my life back.

I'm just a low -level analyst, for Christ's sake. I don't need to get

in whatever the hell this is.

All right.

You've had a long flight.

There's a shower upstairs, fresh towels.

Wash up.

We'll order some food in. Okay, but aren't we going to, like, an FBI office

somewhere with real security? We're not just going to hang out at some rando's

house, are we? This place isn't random, Jay. It's ours, okay? You'll be safe

here.

Okay, it's just... Look, I get it. You got

questions.

I promise you we'll get you answers.

But right now we have to talk, so just go get cleaned up, you know?

Okay.

Hey, uh, Peter.

Yeah.

Thank you.

I think the kid's telling the truth.

Me too.

We should fold him in.

He found a needle in the haystack once.

Wants to say he can't recreate the evidence, give more time and resources.

You're saying we walk away from the broker's offer, a chance to finally ID

and maybe get the evidence to put him away?

I'm saying it's a rigged game using his rules. We don't have to play it. We have

the leverage here. Do we?

All we know is that he wants Jay.

But even Jay doesn't know why.

Then what do you propose?

Using his bait? After everything that happened in the U .N. last year, we sat

every building he ever touched, reviewed hundreds of hours of security tape, and

even with all of that, we've never been closer to setting our sights on this

guy. Aiden, what does that tell you?

We can't just hand Jay over to him.

What if the broker kills him? This is an opportunity we cannot pass up.

What if we don't do either?

What was your favorite part?

Well, kind of like the part where the kid, he found the treasure map and the

chest of the old pirate Billy Bones.

It was kind of sad that he died, but also cool and mysterious.

Like the adventure was just starting.

Go on then.

Yes.

I understand.

But we already had this conversation and you wouldn't agree to my price.

You chose local hires in Istanbul and they created a mess.

With more exposure and more risks.

Which means that yesterday's price is no longer today's price.

No.

Triple.

Send over the details then, and I'll get started this evening.

You have to work again?

I do.

But we get to go to New York that time.

Can we see the Statue of Liberty?

We can, and we will.

Now.

You leveled up in the last session, right? Yeah.

All right.

We want further dangers await.

Yeah.

Now's the time for choosing, Peter.

Is there a deal to be made, or... Are we both going to be walking away empty

-handed? Yeah, I'd like to propose something.

Well, excellent news.

I'm listening.

I want names of corrupt agents within the FBI and the CIA.

Is that how you justify working with me? Putting a few bad guys away so you can

sleep better at night? It's not about you, okay? I can't just misplace a

agent that's in my custody without someone to blame it on. So I need names,

need dirty agents. People I can give my bosses so they don't think I'm crooked.

Well, luckily for you, names are my stock and trade.

Will two suffice?

Ten. Ten?

Don't overplay your hand. If I was overplaying my hand, you would have hung

by now.

Now is the time for choosing.

Four.

Five.

Five?

You know, you're a tough little son of a bitch when you decide to be.

Good for you.

Five it is.

I need one of the names now, with evidence, so I can verify the ID.

So you don't trust me to deliver the goods, Peter?

If you were in my shoes, would you?

I'll send one over now.

The rest, upon delivery.

Deal?

Deal.

We get him only if he's in seven different cities all at the same time.

Is that... He said the name.

You're not my food.

Vernon Tyvek, I'm Mike Fonseca from the Financial Register.

This is my colleague, Isabel De Leon.

We were hoping to ask you some questions.

How'd you get to Tadros? Your mother was kind enough to lend a hand.

She'd appreciate a call every once in a while, you know.

May we come in?

What's this all about?

Your time at Walcott Capital Bank.

We learned you parted ways with the bank and we were hoping you would help us

understand why the sudden exit.

Simple. Downsizing.

Got a good exit package, though. I see you're enjoying your time off.

Yeah. Anything else?

Yes. The story we're working on involves a number of suspicious activity reports

that you filed during your time at the bank. We were hoping you could verify

their authenticity.

How did you get those? Sorry, we don't reveal that sausage.

Which is how you know anything that you share with us will be treated with

strict confidentiality.

Confidentiality?

Listen, I really can't be talking to you guys. We understand.

We do. We can go away and never come back.

But you'll have to tell us where to go instead.

Or the trail for the reports ends here on your doorstep.

Leaving you with some tough questions to answer for the next people who come

knocking.

Okay, fine. Really,

anything will help us. Like if you notice a certain pattern with the

My job is to identify bogus transactions and run investigations.

It's Vincent's job. Yes, I understand. But looking at the source altogether, is

there anything that jumps out at you? Not really.

They're all textbook shell companies.

Except for this one.

He goes in healing. Yeah, they're a non -profit for injured vets, which seemed

legit until I started flagging their activity.

Could you expand on that, please? Rapid movement of funds, incomplete or false

documentation, smurfing.

You know what that is? Yes, large transactions broken down into multiple

ones to avoid detection.

Yes. Mr. Tavik, can you help us fill in the gaps, please? We could really use

your expertise.

Look, you asked me to point a finger. I did. I really can't get deeper than

that.

You understand.

Thank you for your time, Vernon, really. Don't mention it.

Like, literally, don't.

Non -profit for injured vets?

Heroes in Healing.

Do you know it?

No, but I have a contact who might.

What, another name from the phone book? No, an old thoughts from inside the belt

wind. I'll try and set up a meeting. Maybe they'll be able to clarify

I'll look into a non -profit, see what I can find.

No, I'm going to drop you home. You must be exhausted.

What? How could you think about sleep at a time like this?

A thousand pages on Camp David, no black marker.

Any mention of him here?

Special Agent Shigeru Ando. Can't believe we're about to make him section

next month. Well, he's definitely dirty.

There's at least four more where he came from.

Only if we give him J.

Right? Say we play along a little longer.

We could root out some of the biggest intelligent breaches in decades.

Agent Ando is just the tip of the iceberg.

There's no telling what other names he'll hand over, what other departments

he'll be embedded in.

She's not wrong.

We played this right. Record the exchange.

His list for the analyst.

That's a federal charge.

Conspiracy. Racketeering.

We could put him away for good, Peter.

Not a year from now.

Today.

And you could get your life back.

What about Jay's safety? We can protect him.

I'll put a few HRT units together. That way you two will never leave our site.

No, we need to keep this small. There's no telling what other names are on that

list. Anyone could be compromised.

I know some Joint Terrorism Task Force guys out in Jersey.

They owe me a favor, and they're solid.

You're not listening. I promised Jay that I would keep him safe, and now

asking me to dangle him in front of the biggest shark that we know? I think

you're under the illusion that we have other options at our disposal.

We don't.

The analyst is our best path forward. I'm not putting him at risk because a

bunch of people who aren't Jay agreed to it. It's not our choice to make. It's

his. What if Jay says no?

Then he says no.

Peter. It's his decision, Catherine.

Hey.

Hey. Where'd you find those?

It was just lying around, trying to keep my mind focused.

Solve something so I don't spiral out, you know?

Yeah.

Listen.

Everything okay?

You've been kept in the dark on some things.

Okay, and I think you deserve to know what's being discussed down there and

you fit into it all.

Okay.

About a year ago, I was working a case.

And...

I made a deal with the devil.

He was an intelligence broker, and he had details about a terror plot at the U

.N.

The arrangement that I made with him, it saved a lot of lives, but it also came

with a pretty big I .O .U.

Now that same guy, he wants to collect on his debt.

He wants you, Jay.

What do you mean?

What do you mean he wants me?

Wait, who even is this guy? Can't you just arrest him? It's not that easy.

guy, he's extremely careful about what he says and who he says it to.

Peter, you said I'd be safe here.

I should have just listened to the reporter and tried to get asylum.

The good news is you have options.

Option one, we can move you into the witness protection program, we can put

someplace safe, and you can start a new life.

Now, that's low risk, but it's also low reward.

Because you'll always be looking over your shoulder.

But option two is you let us use you to draw this guy out into the open.

Okay, now that's high risk, but it's also high reward. Because once we arrest

this guy, he's gone.

Okay, he'll never bother you again.

It's just that there are a lot more unknowns.

And that's it, two options.

Okay, what's the bad news then? The bad news is this is your decision to make.

No one else can make it for you. This is your life. What kind of choice is that?

I just don't want to die.

And I can't keep running either.

What would you do if you were me? I'm not you.

No, just say you were. What would you do?

Peter, my whole life is just about numbers.

Adding them up, making sure they fit. But I don't know what the risks are here

because I have nothing to weigh them against. So just humor me for a goddamn

second and just tell me what would you do.

Please.

If there was a way that I could have gotten this guy behind me before now, I

would have done it.

But that's me.

So you're saying I should... No, I'm not saying you should do anything. You

asked me what I would do, and I told you.

Now what you need to do, figure out the percentages, and we'll stand by for your

decision downstairs.

Isabel? Isabel, Mike's been calling for you.

Oh, he has? Yeah, said he's just finishing up with the source and wanted

meet him at the place with the good onion rings.

Okay.

Oh, and the Anderson file.

He wants you to bring it. The Anderson file? Are you sure that's what he said?

Yeah, that's what he said.

Here you go.

Thanks, Fran. Hey, what's the deal with the jukebox? You trying to drive away us

regulars? Sorry, it's a bar crawl.

Barely even sounds like music.

No soul.

Pardon me?

I said no soul.

This crap we're listening to.

Yeah, I hear you.

I don't want to throw rocks at the next generation, but this just sounded dumb.

Over -processed, right?

That might taste.

What's your poison?

IPA. Oh, no, I mean music.

What do you like?

Journey, Eddie Money, Santana. Yeah, they're all good.

What about Bon Jovi? Oh, Bon Jovi for sure.

You know, I saw them in 88 in the Jersey Syndicate tour.

Amazing. Living on a prayer.

That is a song you can drink to. In my case, too much, but yeah.

You know what messes with your head?

Hearing the songs of our youth and commercials now for Boner Pill. That's

you know you're getting on.

What are you going to do?

It's their world now.

You know what I say to that?

Screw it.

Seriously.

You want Bon Jovi?

Go get some Bon Jovi on me.

You sure? Yeah.

You know what to do.

The Jersey Civic Tour rides again.

I queued up. Don't stop believing for you after. Yes.

Cheers.

Hey, sorry.

Can I get some quarters for the meter out front?

Here you go.

Another parking ticket. My wife will have my tip in the ringer. We don't want

that.

Hey, Mike, you okay?

Hey, Mike?

Yeah.

So what do you say, Peter?

Have I won over your trust yet? The name he sent checked out, so as long as the

others are just as good.

Well, of course.

So it sounds like we're on then, yes?

Yeah. Yeah, we got a deal.

Excellent. And I have your word that you'll come alone.

Just you and the trade in question.

As long as I have your word that no harm will come to him, then yeah.

Well, then we're ready to meet.

Midnight.

59th Street Bridge.

I'll have you picked up.

And Peter, I'm looking forward to seeing you again.

Oh, man.

No, it's okay. He's my friend. What happened? Is he okay? You knew him? I

just with him today. What happened? Do you have a history of high blood

pressure, hypertension, heart disease, AFib? I don't know. I was just with him

today. He was fine. He was totally fine.

Is he going to be okay?

Is he going to be okay?

I'm back.

Hey.

Oh, what'd you get? Burgers?

Subs. Oh.

How was your work?

What do you mean?

This time you got a new business assignment. I assume there are aspects

that are different.

Different problems, obstacles.

I love the questions you ask.

I really do.

Yes.

This new assignment comes with certain unique challenges.

That's how we measure ourselves.

That's right.

What page you on?

206. Wow, that's great.

I knew you'd love this one.

Yeah, not too bad.

What's your favorite part so far?

The part where White Fang gets captured by the hunters. Oh, yeah.

Peter, Jay, this is J -P -T -F Commander Chip Highmore. Good to meet you. He and

his men will be following your every move in the trail van. Thanks for

us out tonight. No sweat.

Anything for Catherine.

Good luck out there, yeah?

You boys are in good hands. We got you.

Thank you.

What?

Nothing. Damn right, nothing.

Let's take this new tech out of DARPA.

Works by frequency, Hoppy. Making it impossible for technical surveillance

countermeasures to pick it up. Is that like radio?

Kind of.

Only works one way, though, so they can hear us. We can't hear them. Remember,

we need to list some names in exchange for J. Once that happens, Catherine,

Commander Highmore and his team can swoop in. Don't push too hard.

We don't want them getting suspicious. We don't want to blow the whole case on

entrapment. Got it. J, same rules apply, plus one extra.

Can't let on. You're being followed.

No wandering eyes.

Completely confused, even angry.

I know that there's a lot riding on this.

But we finally get a chance to hear this intel broker's voice and how he

operates in live time. That is all thanks to you. So now you just go get

For all of us.

Yes, ma 'am.

Level's good.

Aiden, you picking this up?

Clear as a bell. I got him.

Peter. Yeah?

I'm scared, man.

That's good.

Okay, use it.

We're not supposed to be on the same team anyway, remember?

Right, hence the, uh... The exact... Hey.

We'll be okay.

Guess what?

Honestly, didn't think you'd show.

Where are we going?

You'll see soon enough.

They're headed westbound.

Copy. Signal still good.

Shit, you don't think the tunnel goes all the way through, do you?

Roma, call up the USGS and see if the NJT found these tunnels.

Where the hell are we?

Oh.

Oof.

Hello, Peter.

You're looking well.

Can't say the same for you. Yeah, a little bit of a stomach bug.

We'll pass.

And you must be the elusive Jay Buttre.

You're a slippery one.

Didn't really have a choice.

Hold up mind of the deal. Now, where's the list of names?

Don't be rude.

Talking about our new friend like he's some sort of prize to be bargained for.

Mr. Buttre, I'm curious.

What do you know about me?

What has Peter told you? I told him... No, no, no.

I want to hear it from him.

Well, he said you were dangerous.

Oh.

Please.

But that you wouldn't hurt me because...

You always kept your word, which is more than I can say for him.

So... It's true.

Peter is not one for good first impressions, but it was right for him to

us together.

Now, tell me, how exactly did you do it?

Do what?

The SARS.

I mean, your job is to untangle financial webs and puzzles, but it is

particular knack for piecing them back together that has me intrigued.

Just good with numbers, I guess.

He's quite a talent.

I'm curious to see more of that ability in action.

Are we done?

The Lift.

Four additional names with evidence, as we agreed.

But first, take a moment.

Drink it all in.

Because this is what true partnership looks like, Peter.

You scratch my back, I scratch yours.

Everybody gets what they want.

Including our new friend here.

Are we happy?

Yeah. We're on. Go, go, go!

Stop here.

No, no, no.

Not yet.

We had a deal.

Yes, we did. But allow me one more moment.

For what?

Turn

off

the engine and get out of the vehicle now!

What was that?

That was the sound of us learning a very difficult lesson.

Don't move your fucking hand.

I offered you the carrot, Peter, and you lied to me.

So let me remind you of the dick.

You exist in this world at my pleasure, as does any other person

unfortunate enough to call you their friend.

So when I contact you again and I require something,

You will comply with blind obedience.

You will comply with expediency.

Otherwise, my next bonfire will be in California over Rose Larkin's house.

Do you understand me?

Yes.

Good. Then get out.

What? No. No, no.

He stays.

I lived up to my end of the arrangement.

That sort of integrity should be rewarded, don't you think?

Peter.

Jay?

Jay, you're going to be okay.

What's going on?

Catherine!