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We need to root them out.
Every one of them.

So, do whatever
you have to.

Sophia's train
is proceeding east.

We're getting a clear signal from
the scandium 46 in her bloodstream.

They've got
a tracker in Sophia.

They put
an isotope in her food.

I'm counting on you.

Whoever dosed the people
at the coffee shop

did it with the same isotope
we used on Sophia.

Agent Lee.
Someone needs to check you.

My cover's blown.
Sterling's aide made me.

I don't know
anything about your sister.

Where is Samantha?

Where is she?

Do not move or I
will shoot you!

Don't shoot.
You can have the file.

Move!

In 1944, an aircraft crashed
in Alaska.

The government
imprisoned the survivors.

Who are they?

Aliens.

That's him. Thomas.

Call it off. It's too late.
This is it, Simon.

Execute,
execute, execute!

You have to
come with us now.

I'm sorry.

Go!
Go, I'll be right behind you!

Simon?

Aaron!

Do you have any idea how many
innocent lives you just took?

They weren't innocents.
They were armed men, hunting us down.

So that Martinez could lock us
both up for the rest of our lives.

No, there had to
be a better way.

We were outnumbered.

Or was the building about making a
point to show them what you could do?

It's good for them
to be afraid of us.

It'll make them think twice when
it comes to their next move.

Don't you understand? It will make
them want to hunt us down even more.

It's good to see you,
Sophia.

And you, Aaron.

Reinforcements are being brought
in from all over the city.

He was supposed to be.

I thought his cover
was blown,

that they found out
he was working with us.

What happened?
Where is he?

That's what I'd
like you to find out, Aaron.

We don't even know if he made
it out of the building alive.

How many of our men
were in that building?

How many?

We're currently estimating
between 15 and 30 men

were still in the building
when that happened.

They were ahead of us
every step of the way.

Can you tell me anything that's
gone right with your operation?

Because this is a disaster.

How could this possibly
have happened?

It happened because Sophia's people
have an informant in our ranks.

My aide, Justin Murphy, brought it to
my attention less than an hour ago.

Why didn't you tell me?

I felt it would be
more pertinent

once we had actually discovered
who the informant was.

And have you?

Mr. Murphy narrowed it down
to someone on the field team.

Your field team,
men you hand-picked for the job.

That's correct.

Mr. Murphy went into the field
hoping to root them out.

Where is he now?

We've lost contact.

He was last seen
with Agent Lee,

who was hurt
in the collapse.

Once Agent Lee recovers from his
wounds, hopefully we'll find Murphy

and the informant.

Hopefully? You need
to do better than that.

This informant is in your department,
he's one of your people.

If you can't trust
your own judgment,

how the hell can
you expect me to?

Find the informant,
or I'll find someone else who can.

So yesterday, I told
my seventh graders

that they might have a surprise
quiz on Gettysburg today.

You are too
easy on them.

Apparently not because even with
the warning, half the class fails.

Couldn't even answer
the question,

"Where does the battle of
Gettysburg take place?"

Come on.

I'm serious.

It's like their bodies
are in the chairs,

but they've projected their
consciousness somewhere else.

If I had you
as my teacher,

I'd be hanging on
your every word.

I wish I knew you
in seventh grade.

Mmm.

No, you don't.

Mmm.

Wow. This is really good.

It's from that winery near
Barcelona where our car broke down.

You're kidding.
How did you...

I called the owner,

asked him to ship a case.

Wow.

Does anyone else know what
a hopeless romantic you are?

It's been ten months,
three weeks

and two days.

And I feel like
celebrating, okay?

Yes. Yes.

Oh!

Okay, go ahead.
I have some risotto to stir.

Hello?

Blake. I hope
I'm not disturbing you.

Of course not, Father.

There are some things
we need to discuss.

Yes?

Not on the phone. Come by my
office first thing in the morning.

Sorry, I've got
a meeting in the morning.

Cancel it.
This is important.

How is he?

Mr. Lee suffered
a subdural hematoma.

Now, we were able to reduce
the swelling in the cranium...

When can he talk?

It could be hours.
He suffered severe trauma...

Thank you, Doctor.

You're going to wait?

For as long as it takes.

You can't keep me here. I have a job.
I have responsibilities.

Help! Somebody!

I'm in the trunk!

Help me!
Can anyone hear me?

Mr. Murphy!

Mr. Murphy, slow down.
Take it easy.

Agent Lee...

Agent Lee made it
out of the building.

They took him
to the hospital.

No. Agent Lee,
he's the mole.

What?
I need to talk to Director Sterling.

Aliens?

Do you expect us to believe
that this happened to my family

because of aliens?

Because he discovered
the truth about aliens.

And the correct term is Extraterrestrial
Biological Entities, or EBEs.

So long as that's clear.

I know it's a lot
to accept.

I didn't, not at first.

Madeline, if no one's
actually seen these EBEs,

how can you be sure
they really exist?

Top secret
government documents,

some of which
are in the file.

See for yourself.

Where?

Sean, you're not actually taking
what she's saying seriously.

Your father and I were on a plane that
went from Florida to Arizona in seconds.

We don't have
that technology.

Are you talking about
Avias Flight 514?

Michael was piloting that?

You know about it?

Rumor has it the plane disappeared
during an assassination attempt.

Now it makes sense.

What? What makes sense?

Well, there was chatter,
since suppressed,

that the President was going
public about Inostranka.

Don't you see?

Having your father fly his
plane into the President

was killing two birds
with one stone.

The President would be stopped from
revealing the existence of the EBEs

and your father would be stopped
passing on what he found out.

What did my father find out?

The night before
he disappeared,

your father told me that
there was someone out there

who would go to any lengths
to stop Martinez.

For their own mysterious
reasons, not political.

Whoever this person is, they are behind
everything that has happened to you.

If you want to find your family,
you need to find them.

And we need to hope that the
answers are in that file.

Look in your father's file.

Look! Look, come here.

I don't know about
all this either, okay?

EBEs, conspiracies to
keep them secret...

But right now, it's the only theory,
however insane,

that explains
any part of this.

Sean, I don't know...

I don't know.
I don't know either, okay?

But your father's file is the
best and only lead that we have

to finding out who's behind
this and your family.

You know something.
What do you know?

She's not
telling me anything.

Nobody's telling me anything.

Look...

I'm trying to help.

May I take a look?

Let me see.

This I've seen.
This I've seen.

This is new information.

Look. This.

This is your
father's notebook.

And most of this stuff
I've already seen,

but this is new.

This list of names
and numbers...

Who are these people?

I don't know, it looks like
most of them are women,

but the numbers are too long
to be phone numbers.

It must be some
kind of code.

Well, if it's a code,
then I can crack it

and I can find out who
all these people are.

I just need the right kind of
hardware and a CES-encrypted hardline.

So that we can data-mine without
anyone knowing that we're doing it.

I have a friend that
might be able to help.

Phalaenopsis typically only
flower once every two years,

but these guys
are different.

Genetically engineered
to open every month.

You have a call, sir.

For your wife.

A $2 million bouquet.

Where are you?

In FBI custody,
Dallas Field Office.

The lawyer your people sent says this
room's been swept and the line's clean.

Good.

The last I heard,
you and your partner

were moments away from securing the
pilot's daughter and her boyfriend.

We didn't secure them, sir.
They got away.

How?

I'm not sure, sir.

That is not an acceptable
answer, young man.

Do you have any idea
where they are now?

Somehow they found out
her father was chosen

to fly that plane
for a reason, sir.

I see.

They may have gone to her parents'
house in Atlanta to dig around.

But they could have
come and gone by now.

I'll find them.
I have my ways.

And we really
have no choice.

Michael Buchanan put his nose
into things he shouldn't have.

If these two come up
with the same discoveries,

could be dangerous for us.

I understand, sir.

That'll be all.

You've done well for yourself
over the last 66 years.

Our holdings are
in good shape.

Their economy fluctuates up and
down in a way they can't predict.

With our math, we can.

Buy low and sell high.

And you weren't concerned about someone
taking notice of all this success?

A man in the Midwest does
all the investing for me.

He's made a fortune
following my advice.

Draws all the attention
to himself.

We need to talk.

I don't want to hear about what
happened to the building...

How dare you speak
to me like that!

Your orders were to do what was
needed to get us home! That's all.

Instead you've destroyed
every bit of trust I built.

You've blackmailed the President,
infected innocent people...

I tried to do
what was right for us.

I decide

what's right for us,
not you.

And you need to come to terms with
that before anyone else gets hurt.

Is that a threat?

It's an order.

And our people,

Aaron and Simon

and the rest of you who are
living free, will follow my lead.

You know that.

I understand.

Do you?

I didn't mean
you disrespect.

I'm sorry, Mother.

Then what's past is past.

We start fresh from here.

I just heard from
one of our watchers.

Simon's at the hospital.

Is he all right?
He's alive.

But the accusation's being
made that he's our mole.

You're telling me the head of
my Special Operations crew

is the informant.

Sir, there is no doubt
in my mind.

I don't see how that
could be possible, sir.

When I went to scan him for
trace radiation, he attacked me.

Why else would he do that, if not to
protect himself from being exposed?

You think he planted that
isotope at the coffee shop?

Well, then scan him now!
It won't work any more.

The half-life on the isotope
has already expired.

Yeah, how convenient
for you.

Agent...
I'm sorry, sir,

but I can't just sit back
and listen to this.

Simon saved my life back there
and I wasn't the only one.

Why would he do that if he was
working for the other side, sir?

To convince you that he isn't.
Which he clearly has.

This isn't productive.

Murphy, bring me all of
Agent Lee's personnel files.

I want to take a second
look at everything.

Sir... Your protest is noted, Agent.

If this is true, it has significant
national security implications.

I have no choice,
but to proceed accordingly.

I want you to go back
to that coffee shop.

Process the scene.
Look for evidence

in light of
these allegations.

You want me to help
crucify my friend.

I want you to do your job.

Yes, sir.

Good morning.

Want some coffee?

No, thank you.

I'd like to know
what this is about.

How are things
at home, Blake?

Fine.

If you don't
mind, Father,

I have a lot on my plate this morning.

So if we could please just get to
whatever you need to talk to me about,

I'd appreciate it.

It's Laura.

Aren't we past this?

Her real name is
Svetlana Agletinova.

Born in Moscow, 1968.

She's a Russian
intelligence operative.

We've been trailing her
for months.

She meets her contact at the
Dupont Circle fountain on Tuesdays.

She has drop points
all over the city.

There must be another
explanation for this.

No.

Unfortunately.

Hello?

Hello.
Is Bobby there?

This is Bobby.

Bobby is Sergei Vneshney.

He works both sides.

She copied the Oxford file from
your computer, among other things.

Blake,

I know you understand
what you have to do.

You don't need me for this.

No, I don't.

But I thought I'd at least give
you a chance to say goodbye

and to save your career.

Bring her in.

Tonight.

You asked for me, sir?

I found a lack of key
verifiable points

in Simon's
biographical information.

Inconsistencies?

Mmm. Improbabilities.

The high school he claims to have attended
was destroyed by Hurricane Floyd in 1999.

Ditto for his middle school.

So no records?
That's convenient.

Most of his family, too,
is dead or unreachable.

Now that I think of it, I've never
heard him mention his family.

My first 10 years
on the job,

I lost half my hair.

The other half went grey.

That's what this work
does to most people.

But Agent Lee

looks as fresh as
the day I hired him.

Wait a minute,
are you saying...

Simon Lee may not just be a
mole working for the sleepers,

there's a chance
he's one of them.

Take his blood

and run a DNA screen.

We'll know the truth
soon enough.

I know how difficult
this must be for you, sir.

On the contrary, I'm only too happy
to expose whoever this operative is,

if it gets us further
intelligence on the sleepers.

And if he won't talk?

He will.

When the identity of
the mole is confirmed,

I intend to subject him to the kinds
of enhanced interrogation techniques

that congressional oversight committees
have never even conceived of.

And if that mole
is Simon Lee,

may God have
mercy on him.

No one's home.

No, he's here.

Then why isn't
he answering?

You want to find out
about the list, right?

What those names mean?

Come on, Peter.

Go away, Madeline.

I left you a message.

It's important.
You know it's important.

Otherwise,
I wouldn't be here.

Who are they?

This is Sean Walker
and Leila Buchanan.

She says you can get me access
to an encrypted trunk line

and some decent hardware.
No.

Peter, they need
our help.

It's too dangerous, M.

I don't know who you are,

but you're our only hope.

My mother
has been murdered.

My father and my sister,
they've been taken.

Please.

She's seven-years-old.

Empty your pockets.

Do it.

Every one of us is tagged, tracked
and catalogued by what we carry.

All your personal information,
scanable from a distance

by whoever has
the wherewithal.

Everything like that
has been taken from us.

What do you need?

We need help figuring out
what this list means.

What is it?

We don't know.
Names of women

but there could be some
coded information in there.

We're hoping that it will lead
to the people who took her family

and framed me for murder.

What?

I still have sources inside
the intelligence community.

Friends.

The government
has your father.

So he's alive?

Whether they'd
acknowledge that,

or let him out,
for that matter...

What about her sister?

Unclear.

I'd write it off.
Consider her dead.

What?

He does not know that for sure.
He does not know that.

I don't know who
took your sister,

but I've seen
what they can do.

All right, this game,
it's rigged.

You cannot win.

Walk away
while you still can.

Look. We're not
giving up, okay?

Okay? All we need is a
few minutes on your system

and then
we'll be gone, okay?

Did you find them
at the house?

We missed them,
but according to a neighbor,

there was a woman
who was with them,

that matched Madeline
Jackson's description.

Are we sure
it was Ms Jackson?

Yes, sir.

A friend of ours at NSA ran a voice
match on archived cellular traffic,

said that they made a phone
call about an hour ago.

Left a message with someone saying
the that three of them needed help

and were on their way.

Were you able to determine
their destination?

Yes. We'll be
there shortly.

Did you find anything?

Uh...

Not yet. We built custom
search protocols,

but they're gonna take a
while to run the names.

Are you okay?

I've been...

I've been thinking
about how unfair I've been.

To ask you to put yourself
in danger for my family.

If something were
to happen to you...

Leila...

Leila, Michael
and Samantha,

they're my family.

What if what
he said is true?

Do you believe that
Samantha's still alive?

I honestly don't know.

The names on your list,

they're not women.
They're girls. What?

All reported missing
within the last six months,

all roughly the same age
as your sister. Oh, my God.

What does that mean?

What does it have to do with
the people who took my family?

That I can't tell you.

What about the other data?
The letters and the numbers...

Yeah, it's strange. They're SEC
ID numbers for shell corporations.

Shell corporations for what?

That I don't know,
but they're based in Los Angeles.

Peter, we need to go!
There's someone here.

Follow me.

Let's go!
- Come on.

Now. PETER: I told you I
shouldn't have let you in.

This and this.

Hold on to your hats.

This is your life now.

Come on, let's go!
No time!

Are you okay?

They're gone.

They're gone.

Hold it!

Thank you.
What floor?

Ground, please.

Can I ask you something?

Would you happen
to have a cigarette?

No, sorry.

Been years for me.

Me, too.

It's a terrible habit,

but today is

one of those days.

You know what I do?
Hmm?

Dark chocolate.

Chocolate? Really?

Sounds crazy, I know,

but it releases
a little serotonin kick.

Eases the craving.

Hmm.

Thanks for the tip.
Anytime.

You're awake.

You know I can never fall
asleep when you're away.

Do you love me, Laura?

Of course I do.

What is it, baby?

What's wrong?

I know.

What?

Everything.

Everything about what?

No, no, no, please.
Please don't do that. Please.

Don't lie

because I know.

And only by being
completely honest

is there any hope
of this working out.

Honey, you're scaring me.
I don't understand...

Listen to me!
I know who you are!

Crazy thing is,

I don't care.

I know this started
as a job for you

but somehow,

I do believe

that this part,

what we have,

is real.

I love you

in a way I never
thought possible.

And the thought of
my life without you,

everything else

fades.
Blake...

So I bought us two tickets

for Buenos Aires.

We'll leave tonight.

Just disappear.

The rest doesn't matter.

Laura!

There was no alternative.

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God.

Here, take it.

We'll say that
you handled this yourself.

Get out of here!

Son, this can either be
the end of your career,

or a genuine triumph.
The choice is yours.

Take the gun, Blake.

Don't throw it all away.

Sterling.
- Sir?

Agent Garret. I think we've got
some traction on our problem.

The receptacle used to
transport the scandium 46,

we found it in a trash bin
at the coffee shop.

Any prints?

Yes, sir. We dusted and found two partials.
Should be enough to work with.

All right, I want you to personally
get the evidence to the lab.

Call me as soon
as you get an ID.

That I will.
Oh, and, sir,

any word on Agent Lee's
DNA test?

Not yet. It takes time.

Get us a match on those prints
and we won't have to wait.

Come on! Come on!

Where are we going?
Hurry, hurry.

Where are we going?

Okay, okay,
we're onto something,

or they wouldn't
be chasing us.

Okay? So, we're getting closer.
We're gonna figure this out.

So what? We're just
gonna be like them,

and keep looking over our
shoulders everywhere we go?

Listen, listen, I'm gonna make sure
that I do everything I possibly can

to untangle this mess so that we
can get back to living our lives.

We're gonna get older... Look,
look, look, stop, stop, stop.

Look at me.
Look at me.

It's okay. Hey!
Hey, look at me.

We're gonna be all right.

We're gonna be okay, okay?

I love you so much.

And I'm gonna do
everything, okay?

I love you.

Yeah. I love you.

We took blood from you, Simon.
Ran a DNA screen.

Why would you do that?

To prove Murphy's accusation
that you were a sleeper.

Congratulations.
You're human.

Of course, that still leaves a
multitude of unanswered questions.

Such as the unfortunate
presence of a mole in our midst.

Luckily, a vial with
the mole's prints was found.

Garret ran the prints

and found a match.

Murphy's the mole.

Murphy?

That's unexpected.

I believe I owe you
an apology.

No, there's no need, sir.

I understand.

No, Simon.

You couldn't possibly.

Well, I'd like it sooner
rather than later, obviously.

I mean, it's been
over two hours now.

Mr. Murphy.
Yes.

Please come with me.

What's going on?
You're under arrest.

Are you kidding me?

Wait, wait, wait.
Get your hands off me!

Wait, what's going on?

I don't think
that's necessary.

Director Sterling!
Sir! Sir!

Please. Just a second!

What the hell is going on?

Mother,

Simon's gonna be fine.

The blame's been
placed elsewhere.

Thank you.

So tell me, how far
along are you?

In terms of getting
everyone home?

Over the years,
I helped their nuclear program along.

I got them to the point where
they could produce, crudely,

the raw materials we need
to open up the portal.

The uranium hexafluorides
and cesium isotopes.

I assumed as much from the portal
you used to transport the plane

and implode the building.

Unfortunately,
we have limitations.

Meaning?

What you witnessed is the
current extent of our abilities.

We can move an airliner
a few thousand miles away,

but we have nowhere
near the capabilities

of being able to transport
everyone all the way home.

Why?

We're missing a few
key components.

But we can recreate,
and in some cases, recover,

with your help.

Then the problem is the raw materials.
We don't have enough.

Nowhere near enough.

The only source for the major ingredients
is in their processing facilities,

or the nuclear
warheads themselves.

All tightly guarded.

Yes,

but I've been giving
this a lot of thought

and I may have a way in.

The White House just
released a statement

that the passengers of Avias
514 are recovering well

from the effects of the substance
they were exposed to on board.

They also say
they will be released

as soon as doctors determine
their condition is stable.

Come in.

Mr. President.

We found the leak, sir.

Justin Murphy.

I heard.

Over the years,

I've become so careful.

I've honed my intuition,

learned how to identify those
I could really trust.

It's been a long time since I've
been this wrong about someone.

I failed you, sir.
I'm sorry.

Blake.

Are you actually telling me
you're not perfect?

Honestly,

it's kind of a relief.

Want a beer?

Absolutely.

Where's my mom?

I want my mom and dad.

When can I see them?

Girls,
this is Samantha.

Girls?