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Hi.

Thanks for taking him
for a few days.

Oh, are you kidding?
My kids love Milo.

Yeah, there's a crib sheet
with our vet's info

and Milo's
feeding instructions.

And if there's any problems,
we'll only be a few hours away.

He'll be fine.
Have a great time.

I really appreciate this.

And you, you be
a good, good boy.

♪ Ventura Highway ♪

♪ In the sunshine ♪

♪ Where the days are longer ♪

♪ The nights are stronger
than moonshine ♪

♪ You're gonna go ♪

♪ I know ♪

All set.

We should hit the road.

You have the locations?

I printed out directions.

Wheels up in 10.

Are you ready for this?

Good to go.

Chocolate and vanilla, right?

Blue frosting, Ruby,
just like you wanted.

I didn't know the girl
would be with her.

I know, but...

I forgot candles.

- We have some in the pantry.
- Are there enough?

I can run back in.
- Jim, we're good.

I gotta get to work.

Get in, Ruby.

So Paul's got Max
for the whole day, has he?

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

Would be a shame
to waste that opportunity.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh.

I'm sorry.
- What?

I have to go to work.

- What?
- I know. I have to go.

Right. Of course.

The wheels of strategic
consultancy stop for no one.

What's the emergency?

Confidential.

Right.

Oh, on that note, I managed
to clear my schedule for that

company picnic at your boss's.

I'm sorry I've been
dragging my heels about it.

Colin, you're
a crisis auditor.

You can't just clear
your schedule,

because you can't predict
a crisis.

Yeah, obviously.

But what I'm saying is,
I can make it work.

And I'm an excellent plus one.

I'm sure you are.

But really,
you don't have to come.

There's no pressure.

It's--it's a
father-son thing anyway.

And I just don't
wanna disappoint him.

Yeah.

You know, if I didn't
know any better,

I'd say that you didn't
want me to come anymore.

Okay.

Look, Max thinks
you walk on water,

and he's eight.

So if I tell him
you're gonna be around,

and I don't know,
you get a call

that some CEO got caught
with his pants down in Brazil--

Well, they've really gotta
stop sending those guys to Rio.

You disappear.

You're a drop everything
and go kind of guy,

and I really, really
like that about you.

But Max needs someone
he can rely on.

Yeah.

Understood. Yeah.

Paul can handle the picnic,
and I think that'll be

less confusing for everyone.

Okay?

Okay. Yeah. No. Of course.

Okay.

Go on. You go.

Oh, God.

Oh.

Pay your last respects
to the Van Kamp family.

They were killed
in a car bombing

in a supermarket parking lot
in Wilmington, Delaware.

The daughter, Ruby,
would have been nine tomorrow.

That's horrible.

Cora Van Kamp
was chief science officer

at Axion Data Systems,
also located in Wilmington,

and ADS does top secret cyber
projects for the Pentagon.

So what, they think
this is the work

of international terrorists?

Or a malign state.

Any info yet on the device?

- Miguel?
- Yep.

Fragments are already on
their way to TEDAC in Alabama.

Go find out exactly
what she was working on

and if she had any enemies.

Right.
Let's do this, shall we?

Thought you guys
like to blend in.

What's with the shirt?

It's Blackpink.
It's a K-pop Band.

I've never heard of them.

What, are you hiding
a teenage daughter somewhere?

I guarantee you,
I will not be

the only tech bro
at this company

wearing a K-pop T-shirt.

Oh, so that's your play here?

I'll handle the security
office on my own, bro.

Brilliant.

Quantico 2016, right?

That's right.

I did my 20 and booked.

Running security here,
I pull in four times my GS-13.

You should think about it.

Maybe.

So you knew Cora Van Kamp?

Sure. It's a damn shame.

Nice lady, good pedigree.

Came from Lockheed.
Ran data science.

- On their DOD projects?
- I assume so.

They don't read me in
on the fine print.

Yeah.

So, uh, did Cora ever
report any threats,

suspicious communications?

Nothing.
Caught us all flat footed.

Hmm.

- I gotta take this.
- Go ahead.

All right.

Hey, babe. Yeah.

Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry.

My bad, my bad.
- Be more careful, bro.

My bad, my bad.

Hey, excuse me.
Is anybody sitting here?

Oh, no.

It's kind of a tough day
to be here, right?

Horrible.

- Yeah.
- Our daughters were friends.

No way.

We were supposed to go
to their birthday party.

Oh, my--oh, I am so sorry.

Oh, that's awful.

How'd you know her?

I, uh, I--
I can't really say.

Hmm.

DOD project?

I can neither confirm
nor deny.

I'm Mike, by the way.

- Tamara.
- Hey.

This has to be
related to work, right?

That's the only sense
I can make of it.

Her personal life
was totally chill.

I don't know.

I mean, the coders are the ones
with all the expertise.

Why would they zero in on her?

Cora, she kept
a low profile, but...

she once told me
if the Joint Chiefs

ever wanted to shut down the
electrical grids in Beijing,

they'd call her.

Wow.

Wow.

And we'll need
to add a launch site

closer to the Pacific Northwest
to maximize our efficiencies

because that whole sector
is completely neglected.

Guess whose oversight that was?

All mine.

But what I wanna talk about
right now is the TED Talk.

See how many viewers
are on that?

50 million views.

Mr. Myers,
how about a pic for Insta?

Now?

Please, please, please.

We're huge stans.

Your TED Talk on AI
slayed, dude.

Yeah. Okay. Come on.

Come on.

Oh, come on--

Oh, my God.

Let's get out of here.

Please, please, please.

Cameron Myers.

The poor man's Elon Musk.

Your poor man is
a multi-billionaire

whose company launches
our satellites

and military payloads.

His company had a standing
reservation at that restaurant

every Monday.

The medical examiner
believes he died of exposure

to a VX nerve agent
that was applied

to the inside
of a baseball cap.

Well, what about the girls?
Weren't they exposed too?

Yeah, the one who handed him
the cap, Danielle, just died.

Car bombs,
nerve gas six hours apart?

I know assassinations
are contagious,

but two victims
in military tech?

This is no coincidence.
- No.

Yeah.
I ran a Monte Carlo simulation.

Most likely scenario,
the murders are part

of a conspiracy to cripple
our cutting edge

warfare capabilities.

Hey, finally,
we got some good news.

Cassidy, the girl who recorded
the attack, she got lucky.

Limited exposure.
She's coming out of sedation.

Where's she at?
St. Michael's?

Yeah, go.

Okay.

She said she'd pay us $500

if we pranked him
and took a video of it.

With the baseball cap.

Everyone knows
he's a die hard Boston fan,

so if we could get a video
of him in a New York cap--

she gave us the money
and the cap in a sealed bag.

Told us where he was.

Said we get 500 more when
we send her the video.

And you didn't even think
to question it?

I don't know.
I don't--I don't know.

Look, I swear, we didn't
know there was like,

poison on that cap.

I am so sorry. Okay?

Danielle is dead.

Cameron Myers too.

All for internet likes.

And this woman,
what did she look like?

Like your guys' age,
in her 50s.

Can you remember
anything else?

Dark hair, dark eyes.

She was there, sitting at
the bar in the restaurant.

We were supposed to
send her the video

so we can get the rest
of the money, but...

then we started feeling sick.

Here's the security footage
from the restaurant.

Mm-hmm.

That must be her
at the bar, blending in.

Right here, everyone turns,
looks at the commotion,

except our mystery woman.

Yeah, she doesn't run.

She doesn't try to help.

She just walks away calmly,
'cause her work is done.

And here is
the K-Town footage.

Well, okay. Stop.
Zoom in on her.

Okay, we can work with that.

Run it through facial rec.

Don't stop till you
get something to go on.

On it.

Besides being a hugely
successful entrepreneur

and a media darling,
Cameron Myers

was an engineering savant.

There are several hundred
CX Aerospace spacecraft

circling Earth right now,
and he designed them all.

And how many of those are
purposed for military use

or Space Force?

I'm not at liberty
to discuss our technologies.

Well, rest assured,
we both have

top security clearance
from the Pentagon.

In my world, that's AA ball.

You'd need to rate Exceptional
before I could read you in

on strategic capabilities
of specific spacecraft.

Well, I don't need
to rate anything, Ms. Bailey,

to know that CX's
bread and butter

is launching
the world's nastiest toys

into the fourth domain.

- I wouldn't call them toys.
- No?

Anti-satellite systems,
laser weapons--

Forgive my partner
for showing off.

No, no, my point is that
there's a dozen malign actors

out there right now
popping champagne

'cause your boss is dead.

Without a doubt.
But who they are--

Is what we'd
like to find out.

So how about this?

Does your company interface
with Axion Data Systems?

Again, even if I knew,
I couldn't tell you.

Come on, come on, come on.

I just got this
from the FBI bomb tech.

The ignition device
was a low-end burner.

Okay, any traceable
serial numbers?

A partial,
and this particular model

was distributed to
seven convenience stores

in Northern New Jersey.

Okay. Road trip?

Wait, I think I can
save you guys some time.

Oh, please do.

He drives 58 miles
an hour, tops.

We got a handful
of facial rec hits

from the restaurant video,
so if I can cross-reference that

with the footage from K-Town,
it matches to...

her.

Farah Abanpour,
Teaneck, New Jersey.

And we got her husband,
Joe Abanpour.

Owns a landscaping business.

Naturalized U.S. citizens,

emigrated here from Iran
in 2014.

Any vehicles?

Yeah, a Honda
and a Ford panel van.

All right,
I'll put BOLOs out.

We've got the Honda
in the driveway.

But no van.

Alpha ready. Go, go, go.

Check there.

Clear!

Clear right!

Clear back!

Room clear!

Clear!

Oh, that's a bit
on the nose, isn't it?

Classic overcompensation.

Our killer is an animal lover
and a recycler.

It's heartwarming.

And they left their laptop.

No, no, no, no!

- Move! Go, go, go!
- Man down!

You okay?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Can't believe you
almost got "Jonik'ed."

Got what?

The laptop was rigged
with a motion sensor.

I saw it in Ukraine.

So it went off when you--

When I tackled you. Yeah.

But if you'd have
picked it up...

I owe you one.

Two, actually,
if we're keeping score.

The Abanpours wouldn't
have booby trapped a laptop

if they were coming back home.

Are they running or hunting?

I don't know.
They're on a roll.

So why stop now?

Is that printer cleared?

All right, voucher that,
and let's bag up

what's left of the laptop.

I did a deep dive
on Joe and Farah Abanpour.

There is no Joe
and Farah Abanpour.

Those names are legends
created for them

by the Iranian Revolutionary
Guard Corps.

Just as I thought.

Quds Force spies.

Slipped into the country
11 years ago

and stayed off our radar
ever since.

What are their
professional covers?

Farah graduated from
Touro College of Pharmacy,

works at her local Walgreens,

and Joe runs
a landscape design firm.

What I don't understand is,
it's been over a decade, and--

I can answer that.

Kevin, welcome
to the Thunderdome.

What do you got?

As you may have heard,
DOD has been developing

a new and improved
bunker buster in an effort

to wipe out Iran's
nuclear infrastructure.

I'm familiar.

Our desk believes
that in response,

a long dormant sleeper cell
here in the U.S.

has been awakened.

Mm-hmm--activated
by Tehran

after 11 years.
- Yeah.

You were stationed there at
one point, weren't you, Nikki?

Tehran? Never been.

But if we're developing weapons
to take out

their nuclear systems,
they'll retaliate.

And your two victims, Cameron
Myers and Cora Van Kamp,

each of them was
directly involved

in the weapon's development.

If their work is done,
they will go underground.

We need to find them.

Okay, hang on,
I got something.

We sent the memory chip
to get processed--

the one on the printer
found at the Abanpours.

The last print jobs
were GPS directions

to Cameron's dinner spot,
the Van Kamps,

and the Sound Point
Country Club.

Cross-reference
membership ledgers

to any companies related
to Axion or Cameron Myers.

Yeah.

Wait, it looks like Cameron

just bought
the Bennett Company,

which is a small firm
that manufactures

electromagnetic devices,
and John Bennett, the CEO,

is a member at the club.

What?

He had
a 1:00 p.m. tee time today

with his teenage son.

Anyone know John Bennett?

John Bennett?
Excuse me, somebody.

Excuse me. John Bennett?
Anyone know John Bennett?

- You're John Bennett?
- Get in the car, Kyle.

- That's them! That's them!
- That's them! That's them!

Get out of the car!
Get out of the car!

Move, move, move!
Get out of the car!

- I gotta go.
- Get your son out of the car!

Get out of the car!
Get out of the car!

John Bennett?

That makes five victims
in two days.

The Abanpours got
what they wanted.

They're probably on their way
to getting exfil'd out.

And now Westchester PD
lost their van on 684.

And we're fresh out of leads.

Not quite.

If I could just--thank you.

Oh, yeah?

Counterterror desk
knows how to ID the handler?

That's shooting the moon,
but I got the next best thing.

We're always keeping tabs
on Iran's Permanent Mission.

Lots of turmoil over there

means that things
are up for grabs.

You're saying
there's a soft target?

Leila Karimi.

She's pretty, isn't she?

That's never gonna work.

The Iranians are
too buttoned up.

I'm just laying it
at your feet.

Do with it what you will.

All right.
Okay, have a good night.

Bye.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
I'm so sorry.

This bike's reserved.

You can't reserve a bike.

Hey.

Oh, well,
obviously you're not aware

of the new enhanced reservation
system they have for VIPs?

You don't look
very VIP to me.

Oh, wow.

Okay.
- Can I have my bike now?

Why don't we settle this
over a drink?

You're asking me out?

Okay, full disclosure,

there's no enhanced
reservation system.

It was a--a ruse.

Mm. Pretty poor one at that.

Dunno, I thought
it was worth a try.

Or not.

Okay, uh...

bike home safely.

Wait.

I'm Leila.

Derek.

I always wanted to travel.

I would plan these imaginary
trips to Rio, Bangkok.

What about London?
You ever go there?

I didn't wanna assume,
but is that where you're from?

Yeah, yeah.

Spent my entire life there,
actually,

until my UK firm banished me
to New York.

It's not really my
cup of tea here.

Ah, homesick.

I know the feeling.

Do you miss Tehran?

My family, my culture.

Yeah, that part.

My dad actually went there in
the '70s when he was a hippie.

Fell in love
with the place actually,

said Tehran was like
a cosmopolitan oasis.

Yeah, as long as you
bowed down to the Shah.

It's different times.

Well, it's much worse now,
though, isn't it?

Oh, sorry.
I didn't mean to--

Not at all.

It's just where I work,

you--you can't talk
about things like that.

Right.

Well, don't worry,
your secret's safe with me.

What about your secrets?

Rohan Jafari
emigrated here 20 years ago.

Lives with his wife
on Park Avenue.

Two kids at Dalton.

- Living the Manhattan dream.
- Hmm.

Yeah.

This translator at
the Iranian mission.

What, Leila?

She's reliable?

Well, let's just say
she can't hold her liquor.

After a few cocktails, she told
me everything I needed to know.

So that's in your
company's playbook?

Yeah, it is,
because it's very effective.

Is it?

Well, obviously,
as Leila also told me

that someone signed
two Canadian passports

out of the office safe
this morning.

And you're sure she's not
sending us on some goose chase

just to buy some time?

Yes, Bill, I'm quite sure.

And it's wild goose chase.

Okay.

- Oh.
- There he is.

That's him, yeah.

It looks like
he's got the goods.

Let's go.

- Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, that must be
the dead drop.

Okay, so the Abanpours
are here in the city.

Uh-huh.

He's leaving.

Okay, you wait here
and collar them.

I'll stay with Dr. Jafari.

- Copy.
- Give me your keys.

I might need your car.

Oh, no can do.

That's against regulations.

Seriously, Bill.

Active investigation.

Give me the keys.

I promise I'll treat it
like my own.

That's what I'm afraid of.

No, no, no, no. Come on.

Hey, buddy.
I'll take the bag, please.

- No way, man.
- Well, it's mine.

I actually forgot it
here earlier.

I got it first.

I'll ask you nicely
one more time.

Whoa, whoa.
No need to get nasty.

All right.

Here you go, cowboy.

Thank you.

You have a good day.

They turned up yet?

No, and they're not going to.

Well, what do you mean?
What's going on?

It's a swag bag
from his dentist's office.

He was on to us.

Oh.

A phony dead drop?
I'm gonna ask you again.

Could Leila have played you,
tipped them off?

Oh, I don't know. I doubt it.

I bet Jafari's
just being cautious.

Did you manage to tail him?

Yeah, I'm a few cars
behind him.

He's just about to turn north
on the Palisades.

I guess he might be
making a personal delivery

to the Abanpours.
- Okay.

Stay on him. Do not engage.

I'll grab a few agents
and catch up.

Copy that.

Okay.

We're on the Palisades
near Hastings.

Okay, he's pulling off into
some sort of roadhouse.

Copy.

Okay, I'm at Rick's Club
American off New York 303.

Five minutes away.

All right,
I'll try and stall him.

Just hurry up.

Excuse me, sir. Hey.
I'm so sorry.

My phone has just run out,
and I'm trying to get to Nyack?

- Sorry, no idea.
- Can you help me?

Look, if I could borrow your
phone for just a second--

Sorry, I don't
have time for this.

You don't understand.
I have a family emergency.

I'm in a rush--

Please, sir, sir,
I'm begging you.

Get in the car
and drive away.

- Okay.
- Get back in.

Okay, okay. I'm getting in.
I'm getting in.

Get in the car!

FBI. Gentlemen, we got
a problem here?

I'm so sorry.

I was asking this man
for directions,

and then he pulled a gun on me.
- He's lying, officer.

He tried to rob me.

Secure the weapon.

I have a license for that.

Yeah, I'm sure you do.
Cuff him.

Uh, sir, do you mind if
I go inside and call my wife?

- Go ahead.
- Yeah? Thank you.

Hold up, hold up.

What do we got here?

What's that?

You're under arrest
for espionage

against the United States
of America

and destruction of property.

Get him out of here.

Bacon cheeseburgers, eh?

Fake Americans
till the bitter end.

I wouldn't, Joe.

The FBI are right outside.

It's over.

Did the FBI notice
my van outside?

There is a bomb inside,
armed with 20 kilos of C4.

I press Send, and this building
will be obliterated.

Along with every one
of these real Americans.

You're bluffing.

Ask John Bennett or the
Van Kamp family about that.

Or you can call the bomb squad.

We can wait.

Stay back!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Drop the gun!
- Get them out of here.

What's going on?

They've rigged
the van with C4.

It's got a cell phone trigger.

Just get out.
I'll deal with it.

Okay, go.
- Got it.

Back up, guys, back up.

Nobody move.

Hands where I can see them.

Now put your phones
out on the table.

Now! Hurry!

You too.

You, you, grab the phones.

Put them on the bar.

Hey!

Farah.

You, shut the blinds.

Okay, everybody stay calm.

We're gonna try and work
this out, okay, people?

Joe? Joe, talk to me.

What's your plan?

There is an airfield
in Ogdensburg, New York.

I will drive our van there
with four hostages.

They will be released
when the private jet

that you procure for us
lands in Tehran.

If you try to stop us--

Okay, okay, okay.

Let me go outside
and talk to the FBI.

I want everyone to get out of
here alive, including myself.

Tell your friend
to meet you at the doorway

where I can see you.

If you or him try any tricks,

we all go to heaven.

Understood.

This is the real deal?

90% sure. Yeah.

They want a private jet
out of here.

Yeah, so do I.
The bomb is phone activated?

Uh-huh.

Well, we need to call the FCC
and shut down

any cell towers that ping here.

Better idea. Call Miguel.

Get him to hack
his way into it.

Okay, when everyone out here
loses their cell service,

you guys come in hot.

I don't have my phone, so I
won't know when that'll be.

All right?
- That's enough.

I got you.

- Gotta go.
- Go.

Okay, good news.

They've agreed to your demands.

How long?

I'm trying, Nikki.
I'm trying.

Okay, there are three towers
within range of the restaurant.

- Let's go.
- Up! Up!

You, you, you, let's go.
Come on.

Oh.
This is bad. This is bad.

If they leave this location,
they'll get service

at other towers.

Come on. Up, up, up.

You two, let's go.
- Joe, what's happening?

We're leaving now.

But the plane's
coming from LaGuardia.

They need to refuel.

It's gonna take
at least an hour.

I don't care,
we're leaving now.

It's better to stay here.
There's restrooms.

We'll wait at the airport.
Farah.

Let's go, guys. Hurry.
- Let's go.

You go first.
Let's go.

Go, go, go. Go!

First one's disabled.

You go in front.

Go.

Keep going.

Move!

Get inside. Go.

Go!

Stay right there.

That's enough. That's good.

Get in, get in.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Second one's disabled.

All right.

- That's good.
- You.

Good, good, good. Get inside.

If they follow us, there will
be one less passenger.

Joe, take me with you.

I can help you
with stuff down the line.

No, I'm afraid not.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The third tower has
no cipher settings--

never mind.
I got it.

Joe, you don't
understand the situation.

The FBI are gonna try
something with this jet.

I don't believe you.

Let's go, let's go.

Let's go.

Got it.

Drop the guns!

Move up!

Drop it!

Drop 'em.

I said drop 'em! Now!

Drop it.

On your knees! Drop the gun!

Hands up.
- All clear.

Let's go.

Hands above your head.

Secure that weapon. Cuff him.

You good?

Good job, partner.

That was harrowing.

Yeah, yeah.

I'd call Nikki to tell her
it's over, but no service.

Well, you were right.

He loves it.
- Ah.

Well, he's a man
after my own heart.

I started playing rugby
when I was his age.

Just wait till I show him how
to throw a proper spin pass.

I see what you're doing,
you know?

And what's that?

You just happened to be
driving by

a sporting goods store
in the middle of the day?

It's not a bribe, Sarah.

No, I know.

I just...

it doesn't change anything.

Max already has a father.

Paul is boring,
but he shows up.

Well, this is me showing up,
right now.

You are visiting.
There's a difference.

Okay.

Brutal honesty time.

Um, look, I know that
I can be a bit flighty,

and I understand your impulse
to pull away because of that.

No, Colin,
that is not what I--

No, no.
Please, Sarah, please.

I get it that you're scared
about you and Max,

but I think you should know
that I'm scared too.

I lost someone
not that long ago,

someone that I--

that I really loved.

She died.

I had no idea.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

I've been walking around since
then like I was half asleep.

I met you, and...

you've woken me up.

I didn't think I could ever
feel like that

about someone again.

But I can, because I do.

Sarah, I really,
really care about you.

And I think that I'm--

I'm falling.
- Me too.

Me too.

Your boy, Mr. Colin Glass,
he is not easy to track.

Powers down his phone
during off hours.

Pops up here and there
for facial rec,

but he knows how
to stay in the shadows.

Don't ever tell him that.
He'll take it as a compliment.

Oh, I meant it
as a compliment.

That man practices
digital hygiene

and counter-surveillance.

Everyone's got a blind spot.

True enough.

And I think I found it.

The tracker that you put
on that Aston Martin.

Nikki's ex-husband's car.
He didn't return it?

He did, but not before
visiting Ms. Sarah Lloyd.

Does she matter?

Well, maybe.

Now, for starters, your friend
Colin sees a lot of her,

but also through a shell
company that loans her out

to a Delaware LLC.

It appears that she works
in international development.

Interestingly, the parent
company's Pyramid Security.

Pyramid Security. Remind me.

They do this and that.

Shady spies for hire.

And they're global.

So Colin's secret girlfriend

works at a billion-dollar
intelligence shop.

So what do you want me to do?

Track her?

Delete everything.
Do nothing until I report back.

Your call.

Thanks, Ian.

Take care of yourself.