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- Go for Jenkins.
- Cisco, what's up, brother?

We were roommates at Quantico.

Jay Batra was a great analyst.

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

Our office received a bunch
of suspicious activity reports. SARs.

Multiple large money transfers

from several American companies
to a crypto wallet.

It belongs to Raúl Zapata and the LFS.

How does a bush-league terrorist group
swat a commercial airliner out of the sky?

It's got The Broker's
fingerprints all over it.

Eight years, three elections together.

Let's not forget who works for whom.

Vernon Tyvek?

The compliance officer
who filed all the SARs that Jay handed us.

Heroes In Healing?

They're, uh, a nonprofit for injured vets,

which seemed legit
until I started flagging their activity.

- What's your poison?
- IPA.

This analyst you want me to hand over…

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

…I want names, corrupt agents
within the FBI and the CIA.

We play this right. Record the exchange.
His list for the analyst.

We could put him away for good, Peter.

I promised Jay I'd keep him safe.

Now you're asking me to dangle him
in front of the biggest shark we know?

As we agreed.

Turn off the engine
and get out of the vehicle now!

Get back! Now--

Catherine.

Team two, in position.

All units on my command.

Breach, breach, breach!

FBI!

- Hey, don't move.
- Clear!

Show me your hands. Get on the ground.

- Upstairs clear!
- Get on the fucking ground! Don't!

- Get on the ground!
- Get down, now!

Clear!

Oh shit.

Fuck.

- Shit.
- Okay.

Call it in, Jenkins.

Officer down. Officer down.

Damn it!

Could've sworn I checked that door.

Fuller's been trying
to throw us off all week.

- Just don't let it get to you.
- Nah, man, that was on me.

That's why we do these things, Cisco,
to leave our mistakes behind us.

- Just forget about it.
- And to weed out the weakest link.

Cisco, you're not a weak link.

Nah, Pete, you're dead,
and that's all my fault.

No, I'm not dead.
I'm fine, okay? Look at me.

I'm good. I'm-- This isn't real.

Man, this is a training exercise.

This is why we have them,
so we can run them over and over again.

So we never have to learn
what it feels like

to actually lose somebody
when we're on this job.

Okay?

I mean, you good?

- Yeah, yeah. I'm good.
- Good.

We're gonna run this
till we get it right, I promise you.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

She was a great agent.

She was a great person.

I should've talked Jay out of going.
Should've talked Catherine out of going.

- This is on me, all of it.
- Peter…

Look, this Broker
has taken Catherine from me.

He's taken Alice. He took Rose.

- Sit down.
- No.

I gotta do something about this.
I gotta fix it, make it right.

It's the White House.
That carpet's expensive. Sit down.

Did you notify her family?

Her sister, yes.

What about the other agents she oversaw?

What about Sami? I know they were close.

We're working on it. Some agents
are more reachable than others.

And for the moment,
let's control what we can control.

This Broker, forget about the crime.
Just tell me about the man.

What's he like?

Corporate type? Finance guy?
Military? What?

He's definitely made of money.

But, uh…

What?

He was thinner than I remember him.

Something about the way
he wore his hat. It was, uh…

Reminded me of when my mom
was going through chemo.

My dad had bought her
this really expensive wig,

but I could tell she hated it.

She'd always wear this blue cap
to cover it up.

But, uh…

I don't know, it's like
she was embarrassed by the cancer.

So the bastard's sick.

The bastard's human.

- Mr. President.
- So…

I read the brief.

And while I think I followed most of it,
I still have a few questions.

Like, how does an investigation
into a low-level federal accountant

turn into a very public abduction
on foreign soil,

and a sting-operation-slash-explosion

leaving a senior intelligence officer
dead in New Jersey?

Mr. President, we've been following
the intel where it leads.

The Batra kid ran to Istanbul
because he was scared,

but insisted he wanted to help us.

But now Catherine Weaver is dead,

and your analyst is missing.

- Whose idea was the sting operation?
- I authorized it.

- Sutherland has been running point.
- And we still like that idea?

I'm just asking.
This is my first car bomb.

I understand.

So I hope you don't take it personally

when I question whether
he's the right man for the job.

I'm the only option, uh… sir.

- Did he tell you not to speak?
- He did, yes.

You were answering phones in the basement
here just a couple years ago,

is that right?

Yes, that's right.

Start from the beginning.

Jay Batra claims
that the missing SARs contain evidence

that the attack on Flight Pima 12
was funded by an American source.

Uh, Wallace, his boss,
tried to stop the investigation

and attacked Jay,

who killed him in self-defense
and fled the country.

Batra has now become a asset
in a separate investigation.

Whoa, okay. What separate investigation?
Is this another Night Action?

Former President Travers initiated it
before your term began, sir.

There's a man.

We haven't verified his ID yet,
but he's an information broker

that's compromised
our intelligence agencies.

And we believe he might be the one
who financed the attack on Flight Pima 12.

Batra uncovered this,
he found the evidence,

and we believe that's why The Broker
targeted him to cover his tracks.

And Travers initiated it.

But the Pima 12 attack
hadn't happened yet.

What'd this man do before that?

We think that he was behind
the UN leak on Foxglove.

The leak that caused my opponent

to drop out of the race
at the last minute.

Yes, sir.

- And no one thought to loop me in on that.
- It had gone dormant.

This is the first activity
since Travers gave the order.

You said you're the only option.
Why is that?

I'm the only one
who's seen The Broker face-to-face.

I'm the only one who's talked to him.

And when he realized that,
he threatened somebody that I cared about,

and then he tried to co-opt me.

So he killed Catherine Weaver,
but he let you live. Why?

He thinks he can control me.

- Can he?
- No, sir.

Okay.

Stay the course.

If this Broker is as bad as you say,

there's no telling what he has
his hands in, so let's find out.

But I want regular updates,
and be discreet.

Yes, sir.

Now, I need to go have
my wife tie this for me.

But thank you for coming in
on such short notice,

and, Mosley, send me
the contact info for Weaver's family.

- I wanna call them.
- Will do, Mr. President.

Did you see that?

He didn't even blink
when I mentioned the UN leak.

- Keep your voice down.
- Like it didn't get him elected.

It's possible he didn't know
who it came from.

- Just reaped the benefits.
- What happens?

If we find a connection between The Broker
and POTUS, we report it? To who?

Tomorrow's problem.

I have the bureau working on
subpoenas for the companies.

- That could take weeks.
- Let me try the journalist.

Because reporters just love
to help government officials

without getting anything in return.

I think I can convince her
to do what's in Jay's best interest.

Fine. In the meantime,
if The Broker calls again…

- I'll let you know.
- I got some guys on the hunt.

Chances are it'll come down to you, me,
and that phone he gave you.

Got it.

And what happened to Catherine
is on all of us.

Let's make this right for her.

Peter.

Chelsea. Long time.

Saw your name on the security list.
Thought I'd say hi.

You look nice.

Is that a, uh, standard-issue thing?

Governor's ball. Trying to blend in.

For the most part, at least.

Nice.

Last I heard from Rose,
you were in New York?

I'm still there.

FBI?

Yeah.

Yeah, how long you been
on the, uh, White House detail?

Been with Hagan since the campaign.

- So you spend a lot of time around him?
- Well, I'm in his vicinity a lot.

What's, uh…
What's he like when no one else is around?

Between us, he's… he's kind of great.

The whole family is.

What, are you disappointed?

No.

Just, uh… Sorry, I'm just curious.

- But I gotta go.
- Yeah.

- Good seeing you.
- Go.

Call me next time you're in town.
It'd be good to catch up.

Yeah, of course.

Oh, kids!

Aww.

Precious!

- Oh, look over there!
- So cute!

- How you guys doin'?
- Who let the gremlins out?

I thought we already
said good night to you guys.

Clearly, it didn't take.

- How was school today?
- Okay, let's get a picture.

- Mr. President, a photo?
- Let's take a picture.

- Ready?
- Are you gonna smile?

Cheese!

I couldn't have staged that
better if I tried.

You staged that?

Oh please, I'm not a magician.
That there is USDA certified organic.

You good?

- You seem a little…
- Me? No, I'm--

I'll be able to relax
once he finishes the speech.

Just want this all to go off
without a hitch, you know?

- You'll tell the team?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Emmett, I'm glad
to have your support. I am.

But this bill,
it's just the right move for the country.

The focus now isn't on approvals.

It's on getting the bastards
who took down Pima 12.

- Raúl Zapata?
- Yes.

- Our guys got a lead on him?
- I'll just say we're working on it.

Exfiltrating Sycamore.

Mr. President, if you could Seal Team Six
that asshole to kingdom come,

you'd buy yourself a ticket
to a second term.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves here.

It's a win-win, for you and America.

I understand that, but we gotta stay
focused on what's at hand right now.

I'm so sorry, gentlemen.

It was lovely to see you, Governor. Lydia.

How's your son?

My hero. That was brutal.

- As in boring?
- As in halitosis.

Hi.

I feel like I'm abusing our little signal.

- You think people are starting to notice?
- No.

But we should shift back
to the necklace at some point.

Oh, yes, smart.

Campbell Porter. You look gorgeous.

Excuse me.
I was wondering if I could talk to you

about assigning beneficiaries
for my, uh… my death benefits.

I… I know it's late. Please.

Name?

Peter Sutherland Jr.

Okay, and how many beneficiaries?

Just one. Just her.

And how long have you been married?

We're not, uh… We're not married.

I'm sorry, death benefits
are only available to a surviving spouse

married to the employee
at least nine months prior to death.

You might be entitled
to a survivor annuity

for any children over the age of 18.

I… I don't have kids or… or anything.

I'm sorry. The policy's underwritten
by a third party.

Do you have any surviving parents
you could name?

No.

Siblings?

You know… Forget it.

Um, sorry to take up your time.
Have a good night.

Jenny and I are deeply honored and proud
to be hosting you all tonight,

and, uh,
I hope you're having a good time. Yes?

As partners and as thought leaders
on the front lines…

What's happening?

…it's not lost on me
how much we ask of each one of you…

Sycamore just left the East Room.
Someone talk to me.

We have a situation.
Arrington to the Blue Room.

Moving.

I just want you to know
how much I appreciate

all that you do for me
and for our country.

The fact that we get to do it together,
breaking bread with our better halves…

Sometimes much better halves.
Looking at you, Bill.

In a strange way,
this evening represents the ideal…

Blue Room clear. Where are you?

Shit, the Vermeil Room. Go, go!

Chelsea Arrington…

Agent Arrington…

…love of my life
and hogger of my blankets…

I don't wanna go another day
without you by my side.

You are my rock, my joy, my entire--

- Yes!
- Let him finish, Chelsea.

Oh, sorry. Finish.

Shit, where was I?

Uh…

"Will you marry me?"

Yes.

Oh my God.

Oh, you couldn't have staged it
better if you tried.

Certified organic.

Woo-hoo!

Thank you. Thank you, guys.

Thank you, ma'am. Appreciate your help.

- So cute, I'm dying.
- You had me.

Poor guy looks nervous as hell.

Oh, like you weren't.

I knew you'd say yes.

You were beyond nervous.
Your hands were all sweaty.

That made it easier to get the ring
on my pregnant finger.

We were saving ourselves
for marriage, remember?

Whatever.

Your voters wouldn't care at this point,
and you know it.

Yeah. Maybe.

- What's up?
- Nothing, just tired.

No, you've been off all night.
Let's talk this through.

Do you remember Jacob Monroe?

Yeah, I do. Why?

Two months before the election,
he came by the campaign

and gave me a piece of oppo research.

The UN leak?

Yeah.

- You told me that was an anonymous source.
- I know. I know.

I… I wasn't sure how he got it.
Maybe I didn't wanna know.

But now he's under federal investigation.

- For that?
- No, just financial stuff right now.

Not sure how serious it is, but…

Did we pay for this intel?

No. No, no, no. There's no exposure, but…

even though I tried
to disabuse him of the notion,

it's possible that he thinks
he's entitled to something from me.

Well, he's not.

No.

Why didn't you tell me?

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I'm sorry. I…

I didn't want you to think less of me.

- You promised when we went into politics--
- I know.

Lockstep.

Always.

So, what do you think we should do?

Fuck him.

Yeah, fuck him.

Hey. I was hoping you'd drop by.

Please tell me he gave you his bag.

Yeah.

Right here.

Thank you, Fran.
This is a really big help.

It's nothing. I just stashed it
for him back here like always.

It's hard to process, really.
One minute he's chatting up some guy,

the next he's on the floor.

I know.

What guy?

- There he is.
- Did he say anything to you?

Um, he ordered an IPA.

I remember, because he ordered
the same kind that Mike did.

He talked a bunch.
Nice guy too. He tipped like a champ.

Yeah.

So sad.

- I'm really sorry.
- Yeah.

- May I?
- Yeah, sure.

Hey. Uh, I tried you at your desk.
There's a guy here to see you.

- Who?
- Kevin. Says you two met in Istanbul.

- Hi.
- Oh, hey, Kevin, was it?

No, because you don't look like a Kevin.
You look more like a Peter.

Peter Sutherland Jr.

You may not have kidnapped
Maddie Redfield,

but you definitely
abducted my source in Turkey.

No, I didn't.
I was trying to help him. Okay?

Now, can we please
just go talk about this in your office?

No.

Listen, Jay Batra was a suspect
in a murder investigation,

and I was sent to track him down.

Now, it would help me to know
what he told you,

and it would help me to know
who you work for and where you took him.

Can you at least tell me
if you've heard from him?

- If I've heard from him?
- Yes.

You don't know where he is, do you?

- You kidnapped him and then lost him?
- I didn't kidnap him.

Okay? I didn't.

Now you and I,
we both want the same thing here.

Clearly, which is why you don't answer any
of my questions and lie about your name.

Jay is in trouble.
Now, that's all I can tell you,

but this investigation is
more dangerous than you realize.

You have no idea what I realize.

Do you still work for the FBI?

Because I can't find
any current records on you.

I work for the American government, yes.

Now, we both want what's best for Jay,
and we both wanna find the truth.

With one small distinction,

being what we do with that truth
when we find it.

Please.

You can help me.

And you could leave.
Now, before I call security.

Great, thank you for your time.

Put that away.
It's time for schoolwork now.

Can I come with you today?

What do you mean, come with me?

To work. Just to, like… watch what you do.

Watch?

I'm all caught up on my essays.

You gave me A's on my last two tests.

If you miss a day,
you're gonna fall behind.

I'll finish it on the weekend.

Weekends are for play.

You gotta stick to your schedule.

But I always finish early,
and I get bored.

Bored?

What about all your Legos?

- I've built them already.
- So build something new.

That's the point.
Same toys, new adventure.

How about when I get home,
we continue our campaign?

We're about to enter
the Ice Palace of Garon.

I know, but…

I can't play by myself.

Okay, so,

what do you suggest?

Maybe…

we can put a game on the iPad.

We have talked about that.

The iPad is a learning tool.

Listen…

I have my work, and you have your work.

And when we've finished our work,

then we can enjoy ourselves.

But one thing I am absolutely certain of

is that you will not enjoy my work.

So why don't you read me
today's lesson plan?

Okay.

New unit on Emily Dickinson.

Oh, you're gonna love that.

Then the first three chapters
of the Cosmos book.

Wow, that is a full day.

Frankly, I'm a little jealous.

I would love to relearn
all of those things again.

But I shouldn't be late today.

- Okay?
- Okay.

All right.

What's all this?

- Breakfast.
- I've never even seen you make toast.

And now you have.

Color me impressed.

Good, because last night
was very impressive.

- Oh yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Seriously, how'd you time
that toaster thing?

Oh, a lady never tells.

Oh shit.

I gotta go.

What about breakfast?

It's for you.

Chew carefully. There might be
some pieces of shell I missed.

Right.

- Love you.
- Love you.

Hello?

Hello?

Vernon?

It's Isabel De Leon
from The Financial Register.

We spoke a couple days ago.

Fire at the breeze that blows
These thoughts through our minds

Hire only thieves
To steal the thoughts from our heads

Oh my gosh.

Vernon?

911, what's your emergency?

Isabel. Hey, it's me, Peter.

Get behind me.

- Are you good?
- Yeah.

Stay with me.

Couldn't make the plate.

Let's get out of here.
I'll call this in on the way.

We weren't followed. I checked.

- How can you know that?
- Just trust me.

What does it make you,
an expert on stalking?

- Surveillance.
- What's the difference?

Intent.

Look, trust me, all I wanna do
is to help you and to find Jay, that's it.

Thank you. For back there.

The guy on the floor, who was he?

Vernon Tyvek.

A former compliance officer
for Walcott Capital.

My partner had left a message
to go see him.

- Did your partner say why?
- No.

- You should ask him.
- I can't.

- Isabel, you've got--
- No, don't say my name like you know me.

You don't know me, and I don't know you.

- I'm an intelligence officer.
- For who?

That doesn't tell me if you're CIA,
FBI, or some Capitol bike cop.

It tells you enough.

I was assigned to track Jay down
and to bring him in for questioning.

Jay told me about the money trail
leading to the airliner attack.

I tried to help him, but he was taken
from me by another suspect.

- What other suspect?
- I don't know his name.

But he killed my boss.

If I find this guy, I find Jay.

But right now, I have nothing.

I have no leads, I have no evidence.

All I have is a reporter
who has no reason to trust me.

The truth is,
I need your help and so does Jay.

And if you give me a chance,
I think I can help you too.

My partner, Mike,

died two days ago.

He just dropped dead
at a bar out of nowhere.

Someone's trying to kill this story
and anyone who knows anything about it,

but what are they hiding?

That's what I'm trying to figure out.

And I'm sorry about Mike.

Guy who killed him is probably
the same one that killed Catherine.

Is that your boss?

And friend, yeah.

What about the killer back there?

Professional. I'm assuming
probably sent by the same guy.

But he'll be back.

And you don't wanna be
alone again like that.

I'll work with you on this,
on one condition.

When we get to the bottom of everything,
I'm publishing all of it.

No redactions,
no national security review bullshit.

- That's not my call.
- Yes, it is.

You're making it right now.

This, whatever this is, will be published,
including your involvement.

You want my help, that's the price.
Take it or leave it.

I'm so sorry, we're closed.

Oh, she's fine, Margo.

Okay.

An in-person visit.

You sure know
how to make a boy feel special.

You've been my client
for more than a decade.

You think I'm gonna
let you go that easily?

Look at this.

I already have a copy, but this one
is inscribed by old Charles himself.

Well, that's incredible.

- Yeah.
- You know what?

Why don't I treat you to it?

- Oh no. I couldn't.
- Yeah. Oh, it's nothing.

Consider it incentive
for when you reopen all your accounts.

Uh, see, that's the problem.

Your bank is no longer secure.

Why would you say that?

Well, I had a chance run-in
with a young FinCEN analyst

on his way back from Istanbul.

Bright kid.

Had some very disturbing things to say.

I'm sure I don't know
what you're talking about.

And I'm sure you do.

That's why you were looking for him.

He was able to draw
a clear and distinct line

between you and some very bad actors.

- I don't know--
- Know what I'm talking about.

Yes, you said that already.

We'll take care of it. We always do.

Those SARs should never have existed,
let alone been released to the wild.

So I'm sorry, Freya,

but I've lost all faith
in your institution.

Is there anything I can do
to restore that faith?

Possibly.

How would you feel
about making an introduction

between me and one of your other clients?

You know I can't do that.

Confidentiality is why people come to me.

It's why you came to me.

Well, I was hoping
you'd make an exception.

I'm sorry.

I wish you the best of luck
with all your endeavors.

The analyst…

Where is he now?

In the Hudson.

But given the tide schedule,

I'm sure he'll be entering
the Atlantic by morning.

We know it's out there in space

because of how it affects
things we can see.

It's like the invisible glue
that holds galaxies together.

And we know all this how?

Because scientists measure mass,
and they monitor the way things move.

And there's not enough things
with mass or gravity

to make space behave the way it does.

I don't understand how they measure it,
but maybe when I learn physics?

I don't know, but dark matter is real.

We just can't see it.

- Do we know why?
- No.

- No?
- Not yet.

What else can you think of
that people can't see

but they know exists?

Ultraviolet rays,

Wi-Fi,

farts.

Interesting.

Now dig deeper.

What else can't we see
but people are certain is there?

Love.

Love.

What else?

Evil?

Did something happen at work today?

Yes.

What?

- Something out of the ordinary.
- With a client?

Always so full of questions.

In a good way?

I think so.

Did you touch my work bag this morning?

No.

The zipper had been moved.

You touched it,
despite my very clear instructions.

I just wanted to know
more about what you do.

It's my own fault.

I set strict rules and yet I expect you
to be curious to answer every question.

And question every answer?

I won't do it again.

I think you will.

I promise I won't.

Go get the bag.

Open it.

I don't want to.

Yes, you do.

You wanted to look inside, so look.

Open it.

Now.

What is that?

A PlayStation?

Well, don't just stand there. Fire it up.

Yes!

Okay, let's go through the movements.
POTUS landed in Charlotte ten minutes ago,

so it's us and White House security
for the next three days.

Gary, I'm putting you and your guys
back on school duty starting tomorrow.

There's a new security lead
at Sidwell Friends you should talk to.

- Oh, that guy's such a dick.
- Such a dick.

- You're Secret Service. Be a bigger dick.
- Copy that.

"Be a bigger…"

All right, guys, nice work
at the ball last night.

All in all, a successful evening.

Right, Arrington?

Went off without a hitch.

But if any of you assholes ever keep me
out of the loop on something again…

- Loud and clear.
- Hey.

That should do it.

Amazing.

Who is The Vernonator?

Uh, he's a… He's an old client.

Why don't we go ahead
and create a new profile?

Okay.

This is everything
that was in Jay's folder.

Vernon was a compliance officer
who filed all the SARs.

And when Mike and I went to see him,

he told us to look into a nonprofit
for injured vets called Heroes In Healing.

Think this is a dark money thing?

Mike had a contact who knew about it,
a source he went to go see that day,

but he didn't tell me who.

These are his notes from the interview.

He called me afterwards
and told me to meet him at a bar,

but he was dead
by the time that I got there.

"FL"? "FL," what does that mean?

It means whoever he was talking to,
he thought they were a "fucking liar."

What's that? Why is that underlined?

I have no idea.
I can't find anything finance-related.

It could be a town,
a location, a company, maybe.

Do you think it's possible
there's a political angle to this?

Of course there is. Why?

The guy who took Jay, he blackmails
and extorts people with access.

Do you think he buys politicians?

I think he's bought at least one,

which might explain why Mike
was being so secretive about all this.

Oh shit.

There's a super PAC.

Presidential?

No, congressmen and senators.

Maybe an issues-based operation?

There's liberals and conservatives
and everything in between.

But what could they have in common?

Wait.

When Mike told me to meet him,

he told me to bring a file,
the Anderson file.

Here's a list of people
he interviewed for the story.

Maybe his source is one of them.

- There it is. George Lansing.
- Mike's secret source.

- What was the name of the nonprofit?
- Heroes In Healing.

Let's see if there's
a financial connection

between Heroes In Healing
and Senator Lansing.

Can… can I adjust this?

No, the chair doesn't work.

Mike set it to the perfect height
and screwed it in place

so no one would mess with it.

- Sounds like my kind of guy.
- He was…

He was great, man.

Took me under his wing. He mentored me.

He put up with my bullshit.
I could be stubborn.

More stubborn than a guy
who screws his chair into place?

Yeah.

What was Catherine like?

She was tough. Um…

It took us a while to connect, but…

we got there.

What did it take?

Time.

I don't know. Um…

Trust is just a leap of faith, right?

There.

Heroes In Healing
donates millions of dollars

to Senator George Lansing's
super PAC each year.

Sounds like the senator
was lying to Mike about it. But why?

Let's ask him.

I got it.

Anything good?

Tea sandwiches. Want one?

All set.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You get my text?
Finn called in sick, so I raised my hand.

Yeah, it's all good.

Uh, can we talk?

What's up?

Um,

you left this at home.

I know. I didn't wanna lose it.

That's where the finger comes in handy.

It's against policy.

I'd have to take it off
and put it somewhere.

- You know I'd lose it. I lose everything.
- Yeah.

Wait, you think I didn't wanna wear it?

I love it. I love you.

I'll put it on the second I get home.

All right, well, I may be slightly
embarrassed, so I'm gonna leave now.

- Wake me when you get home.
- Mm-hmm.

So, why, um… Why journalism?

I never wanted to be anything else.
That's why I came here to study.

Came here from…

Mexico City.

I didn't have much money,
and I always loved to read,

so I would read the newspapers.

And they were always a day old
by the time that I got them.

And there was one reporter,
Manuel Jimenez, and he was so good.

He covered local politics.

And his stories, they read
like thrillers about drug kingpins

and bribery and corruption.

And it was all so exciting to me.

Until one day, I read the newspaper

and Manuel Jimenez's name
was in the headline.

Found stabbed to death in his apartment.

And that's when the stories,
they stopped being stories.

They were the truth. They mattered.

They ever find out who killed him?

If they ever even looked.

I came here to New York at 18 years old,

thinking journalism mattered
just as much here,

but at least it would be safer.

I guess I was wrong.

So why financial reporting?

Instead of something important?

- No.
- No.

Think of anything terrible
that happens in the world.

Drug trafficking, terrorism,
human trafficking, arms dealing.

None of it would be possible
without people at financial institutions

willing to wash their money
and keep their secrets for a price.

And while the people committing the crimes
sometimes get caught,

the people hiding their money
never seem to get justice.

I wanna change that.

Look, I'm gonna, uh, make some calls,

see if we can get access to Lansing, okay?

Do you think a sitting senator

had something to do
with what happened to Mike?

We'll see.

I still can't believe he's gone.

When do I wake up and realize
that none of this really happened?

I'm right there with you.

That's me, across the street.

Sure you don't want me
to find you a new place,

get you a guard, a safe house?

- No, I have a doorman.
- Okay.

At least let me give you my number.

Ready?

Ready.

Hey, Kathy, did you see the butler
come by this way?

No, ma'am.

Mrs. Hagan?

Mrs. Hagan? Everything all right?

- Get out!
- Please. I'm not--

Help, please!

Code red.

- Sycamore in the presidential suite.
- I said leave now!

Get out of here!

Somebody help!

He's got a gun!

- Arrington?
- She's okay.

Check him. He's armed.

Jenny? Okay.

Jenny, match my breathing, okay?

- Good, you're okay.
- The kids.

- Who's on the kids?
- They're fine.

They're all fine. Everyone's okay.

Arrington. Where's the weapon?

- Mine?
- His.

- There's no gun on the guy.
- What?

Did you look everywhere?

We looked. He's unarmed.

He's gone.

Hands.

Who are you?

The name's Adam.

What are you doing here?

The president sent me.

I'm your new partner.