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How long were you undercover?

This last hop, six years.

You had an
ordinary life out there?

Just had to look like one.

And sexual relationships?

Samia.
How do you cope with that?

How's Martian settling in?

It's not always easy
to switch off.

I want you to train a new agent.

Daniela Ruiz Morata.

You're being sent to Tehran

to identify
Iranian nuclear engineers.

Coyote was arrested.

The Russians have him.

Coyote knows that operation's

currently ongoing in Ukraine.

All covert activities
may be compromised.

I believe Samia Zahir
to be of enormous value.

And you want us to recruit her.

The agency needs

to know about the negotiations.

They need someone
in the same room.

I will never betray my country.

They will find out about us.

They will arrest you
and kill you.

-Is he in?
-He's meeting the Brits.

You two know each other?

We know what he wants.

Find out what
he's prepared to do to get it.

You're asking me
to become a double.

They don't know Coyote
like I know him.

-We need a break.
-So we make one.

Get on the ground.
Get into his apartment.

Intel's saying Coyote's been
moved behind enemy lines

by Valhalla.

Rescue is a go.

That's him. He had Coyote.

Whatever happens,

you keep going.

I'm in Tehran.

You almost killed me.

I never "almost" do anything.

Can you get Samia out?

You tell me.

All you have to do

is keep a secret.

♪ "Love is Blindness"
by Jack White ♪

♪ Love is blindness ♪

♪ I don't want to see ♪

♪ Won't you wrap the night ♪

♪ Around me ♪

♪ Oh, my heart ♪

♪ Love is blindness ♪

♪ Blindness ♪

♪ Love is blindness ♪

♪ I don't want to see ♪

♪ Won't you wrap the night ♪

♪ Around me, yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ My love ♪

♪ Love is blindness ♪

♪ Oh, love is blindness ♪

♪ Oh, blow out the candle ♪

♪ Blindness ♪

We're taught
that emotions aren't the truth.

Impulses.

Memories.

Smell, touch, taste.

I will lie.

I will sacrifice people.

All in service of a single,
impossible goal:

To prove everything I felt...

everything I feel...

is the truth.

I've never met anyone
who works in the S and T.

S and T don't socialize.

We're mostly geeky,

friendless loners.

But we know
all your secret shit,

-so don't fuck with us.
-Oh.

So, what do you do?

You already know.
You're bugging me.

My depo doesn't listen
internally.

But I know who to ask.

Let's just say
I handle parts of Africa.

Let's say I handle
parts of Europe.

Small world.

I was a field agent.

Non-Official Cover.

Now I run NOCs
from behind a desk.

Well, I keep an ear
on our British friends.

Thought you said
you didn't have any friends.

1452-

H8ks/17.

Hannah Watson.

Working surveillance of GCHQ.

Divorced, one kid.

Thank you, sir.

1452-

H8ks/17.

Never leave a trace.

No electronic
or physical evidence.

No email. No paper.

No recordings.

I have a very good memory.

But a sharp memory
has a double edge.

When what you do hurts people,

being able to forget is a gift.

A faultless memory weighs
heavier and heavier...

until it's a curse.

1452-

H8ks/17.

Hannah Watson.

Mr. Colby. Here for physio.

Already done that.

Don't you trust us?

What's the matter?
Lost your bottle?

Scared of being caught?

I'm scared.

I'm scared of being stopped
before Sami is released.

After that, doesn't matter.

Hannah Watson.

Divorced. One kid. Lonely.

Job's her life. Various
exploitable vulnerabilities.

And she's watching you Brits.

She's a perfect target.

Mm.

Great work.

So what's going on?

It's been two months.

An operation was attempted.

When?

Recently.

Why didn't you tell me?

-Where?
-The RSF were

moving her from
a police station in Mogran,

where she'd been interrogated,
back to Kober Prison.

Our SAS surveillance team
saw a chance.

-And failed.
-I'm sorry.

Is she alive?

Samia's alive.

We have confirmation of that.

Then you know where she is.

We're working on that.

Great work. You kicked
the fuckin' wasp's nest.

Now they know she's valuable.

This was all for nothing.

I'm out.

-Yes?
-Hey. He's here.

We're ready. Where are you?

I'm on my way.

-Peter.
-Martian.

Hey.

How are you holding up?

Ah, better than having
a bag over my head.

I bet.

Which safe house
they stash you in?

The farm?

Pigeon shit, mice...

canned beans...

I loved every minute of it.

Look, I heard what you did.

Um... All of you.

Thank you guys. Thank you.

Can we get you anything
before we start?

Vodka.

Make it a bottle.

Uh, interview resumed at 1503.

Let's follow the money.

So the night you went missing,

who else was there?

I was at the Hilton
with Micky Lavrov.

We had business together.

What kind of business?

Rich Russian guy.
Wanted a yield.

Commodity trading.
Currency deals.

Lots of linked transactions.

Almost-legal
small-scale speculation.

-Almost?
-Yeah, these guys expect

a high return.
Fully legit won't cut it.

Could Lavrov have drugged you?

Nah.

He's just a money guy.

Were you aware that.

Lavrov and
a number of your other clients

had their profits funneled
into shell companies

straight into
Valhalla bank accounts?

Impossible.

I'd know.

Right.

You'd know.

Are you fucking joking me?

Are you f...

That was my cover.

Assholes, you gave me the cover.

I'm out there
trying to save lives,

not put money
in Russian fucking coffers.

Are you saying my cover
did more damage to us

than my mission did to them?

Aw, fuck you! Fuck you both.

You know better than that.

Let's take a break.

Eight years of my life,

and you think I'd flip
for a fucking ruble?

Was that an act?

I read no fear signals.

Nothing that would
suggest masking.

Volatility, disorientation...
It's to be expected.

You of all people know that.

He's got a point, though.

About what?

If it was worth it.

None of us know the full extent

of the intelligence
that man brought home.

Not you. Not you. Not me.

You want to sit around
asking was it worth it?

Give me a fucking break.

Zak!

Can we stop
for a second, please?

Yes.

Take off your hijab.

The morality police don't tend
to climb this high.

So...

this is Iran.

So what exactly
is the university

looking to build out here?

Uh, an electricity transformer.

For, uh, photovoltaic research.

Right.

A transformer.
All the way out here.

And the real plan?

I have no idea what you mean.

Dude, I'm messing with you.

Oh.

Whoa. What the...?

Do you feel that?

What's happening?

It's a little one.

Meaning a bigger one's coming?

Let's set up and take readings.

Answer
a million-dollar question.

What question?

Is Zak about to buy it

in a huge, range-flattening
magnitude 9.5?

Okay.

Spent the day with Buzzard.

Took readings in a zone
on Mount Alborz.

Coordinates to follow.

Target has access
to data relevant to

selection of zones suited
to burying nuclear material.

Zak is the kid? The researcher?

Buzzard. Yeah.

Looks like
his faculty are looking

for sites in the mountains

to bury radioactive waste.

First swing, stand-up double.

Not bad.

Henry. Naomi.

Seems that God himself has
come to call.

Why am I scared? I shouldn't be
scared. Should I be scared?

You know how little praise
we survive on in this agency?

We're beaten children.

Pat us on the back...

we flinch.

In order to avoid
admitting strategic defeat,

the, uh, Kremlin has issued
its official version:

General Volchok

and a column of
renegade mercenaries

attempted to launch a coup.

In the ensuing contact,

security forces were able
to subdue said revolt

and prevent a wider uprising.

In other news...
from our, uh, friends

with their ears to the rails
at the NSA...

um, as of last week,

Leo Kravitsky has
been confirmed,

in Kremlin cross chatter,
as the new commander

-of Valhalla.
-Incredible.

So, I want to thank

everybody here in this room.
Not only

did you get our boy home,

but it's down to you
that this agency has

a high-value asset at the heart

of Russian mercenary operations.

So, thank you. Thank you all.

I have, uh, fine Cubanos

-and an ancient Cognac.
-Hmm.

-Okay.
-Tonight, we celebrate.

♪ Won't be possible... ♪

Oh, uh... it's okay.

Please. You go.

-Okay.
-I'll be there.

First time at a party
at Hassan's?

Zak invited me.

Danny. I'm...
I work at the university.

You are not Iranian.

I'm Spanish.

I'm Darya.
I am cohosting the party.

Do you love the mullahs?

Not particularly, no.

Good. Then let me.

Mm. That's better.

Beautiful.

Oh, wow. That really is
something else, huh?

To think what mankind
has been going through

for the last 90 years,

that this has been sitting
in a cask

somewhere in France.

Well, here's to your station.

And spinning total failure
into pure gold.

Yeah.

Incoming.

I think this is the one
all the chatter is about.

Supposed to be brutal.

Oh, Jesus.

I've seen some shit.

Pull it back.

-What?
-Just ten seconds.

It's pretty cut and dried...

Just go back. Ten seconds.

Sh... Get Bosko.

And the money trail, too.

And getting inside Valhalla.

Careers are made on that shit.

Wait. Is this a dirty grab
for my job, Jim?

Can you get that for me? Thanks.

I don't have
the stomach for the swamp.

And I'm retiring.

-Bosko's office.
-Ah, horseshit.

-Yes.
-You're a player.

And when you move up the log,
Henry moves up, too.

That's the way it works.
Hey, Henry?

I'm actually thinking of
running for President.

The recording's
cued up and ready, sir.

All right. Play it.

All right, take it back.

Just before.

Leo Kravitsky.

Our guy.

New leader of Valhalla.

How did this happen?

Okay, first of all, are we
certain that's him in the video?

Facial recognition
got a 96% match.

So four percent chance it isn't.

That's not how it works.

96% of the available data

was a hundred percent match
for known images.

Not that you need it. I mean,
it's well-lit, it's high res.

Where did this happen?

Uh, Valhalla base,
Central African Republic.

Your show.

Let's circle the wagons.

We need an up-to-the-second
temperature check

of these assholes' ops
on the ground.

I'll prod every GRU or SVR asset

with an angle on
Valhalla's command and control.

Can we enlarge this part?

Mm-hmm.

Where's Grandpa?

Take your shirt off.

Please. Take it off.

What does that look like to you?

What, you're saying the Russian

mercenary who turned
my prize asset's

head into peanut butter

has a U.S. Marine Corps tattoo?

He's a merc,
but he's not Russian.

To join the Corps,
you need a high school diploma

and residence in the U.S.
between the ages of 17 and 28.

That man was... or still is...
an American citizen.

Like, a... like a gesture.

For who?

Who's that girl?

Uh, it's Darya.

Hassan's girlfriend.

Hey.

Hey. Relax, con. Take it easy.

Hey!

Hassan!

♪♪♪ Ah!

Zak...

Zak.

Zak, are you okay?

That guy went fucking insane.

He is a spoiled brat.

-I'm taking you to a hospital.
-No.

I'm so humiliated.
I just... want to go home.

Hi.

This is Daniela Acosta.

I'm in Iran and
I'm having an asthma attack.

My inhaler isn't working.
What should I do?

On a scale of one to five,

how bad is the attack?

Three?

Try to relax.

Do you have
your cortisol on you?

Take one tablet,

-and call tomorrow.
-O... Okay.

Thanks.

If that fucker's American,

we're headed for
a jurisdictional

and legal cluster fuck.

Not to mention the turf war
with the Bureau.

As far as I'm concerned,

the day this guy took Putin's
ruble, he became the enemy.

Well, Africa helps.

We've got some top cover
to target AMCITs overseas

under the precedent established
with the drone strike

on al-Awlaki.

Get OGC to bless this

and the DOJ
to sprinkle it with incense.

And get me a report
the moment I arrive at Andrews.

The Joint Chiefs want
a briefing.

Yes, sir.

Fuck.

Didn't use to be like this.

Us on defense. Every day.

When did everyone stop
being scared of us?

I mean, we're nasty.

I mean, we still play rough.

Must have been
how the Romans felt.

Goths at the gates.
And on our watch.

The gates, I would be happy.

But inside the walls...

All right. ID sledgehammer boy.

I need a... a very restful
20 minutes of sleep

and a barrel of coffee.

Am I writing algo for this ID
on my own?

I mean, I've got video. No face,
but lots of data points.

How old is the target?

My guess... late 20s to mid 30s.

Over 40 gets tricky.
But that age?

Whole life's online.

A chew through biomarkers

will tell you who he is
in a few hours.

-Any other data refs?
-He was in the U.S. Marines.

That should narrow it down.

-Actually, that makes it harder.
-How?

Those guys actually do
all look the same.

Mm.

At the top of Gremlin's
target list is Buzzard.

He's been assigned to work with
her on the geological surveys

and has high-level access

to the Iranian government's
nuclear program.

Who's this?

Hassan Zamani. Youngest son of
a powerful political clan.

The dad's a big cheese.

He's a businessman,
politician, lawyer.

He has their president's ear
on all things nuclear.

Awarding of contracts,
international agreements...

And he isn't a target?

No. Way too high profile.

Surrounded by security, home
and office constantly swept.

Historically, the Zamani family

are progressive
anti-fundamentalists.

What about the son?

Risky.

He's volatile.
We don't know what he's worth.

Do we have any more on him?

He just finished a degree.

Good grades. It's hard to know

if he earned them
or bought them.

Behind the scenes,
Hassan likes to party.

Booze, drugs, girls.

All makes a perfect target.

He's unstable.

Hassan just attacked Buzzard,

who is now pressing charges

and wants Gremlin to testify.

Ooh. Uh-uh. No way.

Hassan's father will
conduct the trial.

Should be traditional, discreet.

A hearing?

Under Iranian law?

Testifying against the son
of a government advisor?

We will lose Buzzard
if she doesn't.

And cop a ton of heat
if she does.

Outline the risks and exposure.

Gremlin's in the dirt.

She's capable.

Make this her call.

She's a baby.

She's an agent.

Henry's right. Trust her.

This is very good work.

This is the data we used.

-How about this one?
-I am, uh...

I'm sorry to interrupt.

My God. Are you okay?

Yes. I'm healing.

Professor, would you mind if
I spoke to Danny in private?

Have you given it some thought?

Everyone is backing out.
I'm on my own.

How does it work?

Hassan's father will
convene a hearing.

If he believes I was assaulted,

there will be
a full legal trial.

First hearing is Thursday.

And you want me
to be your witness?

Will you?

Of course.

Okay.

Thank you.

Let's run scenarios
in your office.

Listen...

I didn't want to bring this up
with the DCI around,

but it's only a matter of time
before Langley think it.

We need to get out ahead.

This may be a random event...

but what if it's not?

Is that a hypothetical?

We get an asset deep in
and high up in Russia.

Weeks later, he's dead.

It's worse than you think.

Operation Felix didn't
go to plan.

You're telling me.

Well, that minister...

was not the original target.

Are you saying
we had intel that...

Moscow changed plans,
last-minute.

They knew.

This bucket leaks.

Clean house.
Push everyone through.

Fine-tooth comb.

Anyone so much as ordered
a Russian salad

in the last five years,
I want to know.

Trust no one.

Not even me.

You want Langley to know
about this?

No, no.
No, not if you can avoid it.

If we got a mole,

I want them smoked out, staked
out on a fucking barbecue

before they know
I'm even looking.

What is this?

Well, thought I'd come
have a poke around.

See if you'd been up to
anything interesting.

-What are you doing?
-Ah, relax.

I'm cleared for this floor.

FC 2645. I'm legit.

What the fuck are you doing?

I was worried about you.

Your accident. It sounds awful.

T-boned by a car?

Intra-cranial bleed?

Death-defying surgery?

You ask why I'm here?

You're a hero.

You're a superman. Aren't you?

I'm touched by your concern.

I always knew you were
a big softy

underneath that
hard-man exterior of yours.

Oh. London used
to be such a safe place.

I almost feel responsible,
like...

like I should apologize.

Like it's my fault or something.

Well, no need.

I'm fine now.

You just raised my mood.

Good to hear.

Thanks for swinging by.

-Well...
-I appreciate it.

No, no. Not at all, old boy.

You fancy a drink next week?

Are we good for that?

Are we good?

I wouldn't miss it for anything.

Great.

Then I won't need to have
stiff words with Henry...

about letting you
take the night off.

During your time
being held by Valhalla,

did you encounter
any foreign recruits?

Any non-Russians.

Thanks for jumping in,

helping us on this.

We appreciate it.

We know it's hard.

Are you okay?

No, Owen, I'm not okay, okay?

I may never be okay, so...

can we just...

Valhalla, right?

Valhalla. Well, Valhalla had
guys from all over. I...

I saw PMCs
who looked Libyan, Syrian.

A few Asian-looking
fellas, but...

I guess
they were from the 'Stans.

Anyone else?

Anyone who stood out?

Are you fishing here?

You mean the Viking, right?

No, I never saw him.

Apparently, he's in Africa.

But I did hear them
talk about him.

What did they say?

Why are we being coy here,
fellas?

He's an American.

Here's what I can tell you.

Everyone... all of them...

sounded scared shitless of him.

I think...

he got close to Volchok
in Syria.

Proved himself as his
personal killer and hit man.

But it was more than that.

See, these guys, they all

sounded wounded by where they've
been and what they've seen.

But they talk like, uh,

Viking had a taste for it.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ It's bad bitch o'clock ♪

♪ Yeah, it's thicc-thirty... ♪

You knew.

How could you tell?

You sold your shock.

They all bought it.

No one here can keep a secret.

I got two emails inviting me
to my own surprise party.

Not one...

two.

♪ Oh, I been so down
and under pressure... ♪

Have you heard anything?

From Sami?

♪ Oh, I'm not the girl I was
or used to be... ♪

No news is...

better than bad news?

♪ Turn down the lights... ♪

Go and enjoy your surprise.

You deserve it.

Hmph.

I'm middle-aged!

Whoo.

♪ Let's celebrate... ♪

How you bearing up?

Ah, you know me.

Yeah.
That's why I'm asking.

How would you feel

if someone kidnapped your wife

and tortured her
in a windowless cell?

♪ Turn down the lights... ♪

With all due respect,
she's not your wife.

Not your partner of 25 years.

Thanks, Henry.

-Martian...
-Okay. Just... You know,

fuck you. Okay?

Fuck me?

With all due respect.

Martian, we're on
the same side here.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Got a problem here?

-No.
-Good.

The executioner's been ID'd.

♪ 'Cause, uh ♪

♪ You know what time it is ♪

♪ I'm coming out tonight,
I'm coming out tonight ♪

♪ I'm coming out tonight ♪

Yes?

Where the fuck are you?

I'm... I left.

Uh...

Martian needs you
back up here, now.

Okay. All right, all right.

Hey, hey. I gotta go back.

-To the party?
-To work.

Like hell you do.

-Oh, wait. Also...
-Huh?

I have a girlfriend.

What the fuck?

Vernon Crawford.

Born 1986, Terre Haute, Indiana,

second of three children.

After divorce,
when Vernon was ten years old,

moved to Dunbar, West Virginia,
with mother and sisters.

Attended high school there,
graduated in 2003.

After a few manual jobs,
he enlisted in the Marines.

Where was he posted?

Served one tour
of Afghanistan, 2008,

as an aviation ordnance
technician,

during which he barely left
Bagram Air Base.

Dr. Blake?
We'll need a full profile.

Already on it, paying
particular attention to this:

On return to the U.S.,

his service transformed

into a fiction
he recounted online

and in person.

He claimed to have served
in a front line unit,

3rd Force Recon
in the Waigal Valley.

Company he never was part of,

a province he never was in.

After a bar fight
in Parkersburg

with another veteran,

he was imprisoned for aggravated
assault with a weapon,

serving two years in
USP Hazelton high security.

Aka Misery Mountain.

There, he got into
far-right ideology.

Joined the Aryan Brotherhood
and a group called 1488.

Released in 2014,

he vanishes before cropping up
in social media posts

of an international
volunteer unit

in Syria, fighting ISIS.

Whereupon he disappears.

But we've linked,
uh, SIGINT chatter

through mercenary message boards

referring to someone
called Varyag,

a Russian word for Viking.

Viking appears to have moved

with private military
contractors through

Syria, Egypt, Libya,

and currently serves
in a Valhalla unit

in Central African Republic.

Viking is category one.

This isn't a fishing trip.

This is a manhunt.
Kill or capture.

Flush this motherfucker out.

Hello?

We are calling to confirm

your appointment in the morning

at St. Tobias'
physio department.

I'll be there.

Coming
to my office was a mistake.

People will start
asking questions.

He had a meeting
with a junior analyst

on your floor.

It was in his diary.

Popping in to see you for a chat
won't raise suspicion.

If I was Bosko,
I'd be shaking the place down

to its fucking socks.

Don't let Richardson
screw this up

playing power games with me.

You quit.

Now you're back.

Who's playing games here?

Where is she?

Dr. Zahir has been moved
several times.

They're about to move her again.

We know where. We know
who she's about to meet.

This is no longer
a kinetic rescue.

-It will require diplomacy.
-With who?

You need to offer us
something valuable.

Something new.

I gave you...

Something of use to us,
in order to proceed.

What do you want?

Something big.

Big enough to make it
worth our time.

Something to not stake you out

naked in front of
the U.S. embassy

with a sign around your neck
that says, "I'm a traitor."

I can give you a source in Iran.

You know we have no one in Iran.

Who would handle them?

Us.

But I'd share everything.

Who's the source?

There's a government special
advisor on nuclear affairs.

Energy, not weapons;
it's a gray area.

He was on the committee
that negotiated

delivery of short to medium
range ballistic missiles

to Hezbollah
for use against Israel

and to Russia against Ukraine.

That's big.

A high-powered

-government official would...
-Not him.

His son. His eldest son.

One of our NOCs is close to him.

Which agent?

I won't identify our agent.

But I can use the op
to deliver you the asset.

We'll be in touch.