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It's the journal I sent you,

and it's completely blank.

You know what they say.
Write what you know.

Poppy, my wonderful daughter.

I'm so sorry. I hate to vanish, again.

Target not here.

- Find him.
- I know where he'll go.

Lying kept me alive,
but it became a part of me.

You're hunting a predator. Miss
the kill shot, it comes for you.

Mr. Ogletree, we're detaining you for

conspiring to gather and deliver
national defense information.

I'm not running

from the truth now.

Shut the fuck up!

We find a weak link
who puts us next to Viking.

You want me to mule a
fucking bomb to a mass murderer?

I'm going to Antwerp, put him straight.

The Agency is cleaning house.

We keep all operational details tight.

You let Martian vanish with

a black passport
and a kilo of explosives?

I have one shot to prove myself.

This is how I clean it up.

This is how I get back to the truth.

About fucking time.

Would sorry help?

What are you doing?

I wanted you to see this.

They took them away

as a precaution against my suicide.

For that same reason,

I was allowed only two pieces
of toilet paper

with which to wipe my ass.

Yeah, I heard three pieces is lethal.

Come on, Henry.

This is not the first night

you've spent in the Graybar Hotel.

It is for treason.

I had to make a call.

I was in a difficult position.

You were in a difficult position?

Were you entrusted with shoelaces?

It remains for me to say,

fuck you. I quit.

- Fuck off.
- Yeah, fucking watch me.

Henry. Okay, you want me to
say it? I'll say it. I need you.

Langley is in London.

I got this-this bunch of shit
in Martian's confession,

I don't even fucking understand it.

- Confession?
- Yes. Right here.

All 60 pages of it.

No. No, no, no. Not if you've quit.

Most of this is to his daughter,
but you feature.

He actually does apologize to you.

What, "Sorry for installing
a Chinese asset

at the top of British intelligence?"

No.

This is his apology for that.

- Holy shit.
- Guess what?

We don't think it was suicide.

What do we tell the Brits?

Same as usual. Nothing.

I accept your un-resignation.

I don't know where he is.

I don't even know who he is.

Surely he said something to you.

You were the last person he saw
before he flew the coop.

Even if I knew everything
you wanted to know,

I still wouldn't tell you.

Well...

Then tell me how it felt.

How it felt?

How what felt?

How...

it felt.

You must be very strong
to have survived that.

You are not the good guys,
even if you think you are.

You don't rescue people in trouble.

You use people in trouble,
people who can help you.

Which means that someone somewhere

in this hall of mirrors
thinks I'm important,

or could be.

Well, guess what? They're right.

So...

you want to learn something?

Ask about me.

Ask me what I'm going to do,

because all the rest is lies,

and that's what you are good at.

- Excuse me, sir?
- He's fine.

Welcome back, sir.

You're back. It's good to see you.

Where the hell is everybody?

I don't believe Martian
would drop everything

in the middle of a mission and vanish.

What's belief have to do
with it? It's fact. He's gone.

We need to find him and bring him in.

You're telling us to hunt one of our own.

Why? Has he gone rogue?

What he's running from is need-to-know.

Your job is to find out where he's going.

We have a closing window.

Right now, he's making tracks
we can follow.

- We hope.
- Damn right, we hope.

This trail goes cold, it goes cold forever.

Thanks.

Owen, you're late.

Sorry, sir. Bit slower than I used to be.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come, sit.

- Thanks.
- You can catch up on the fly.

- Thanks.
- All right,

someone hit me with the status
of Martian's ongoing ops.

Viking is T-minus 24 hours.

And an amber light on Nils Jansen

who is in play as a flight risk.

Why's he a risk?

He panicked about his trip to Africa,

so we locked him down
in his apartment in Antwerp.

If Jansen's on ice,

he needs to be straightened out
and on that plane

or this goes south today.

What is this, middle school? Shoot.

Well, I mean, I don't know what
the fuck is going on here, but

why would you lock him
in his apartment?

Don't we have three safe houses
and an embassy

full of interrogation rooms?
Why not just bring him in?

- Whose call was that?
- Martian's.

Am I missing something?

Where is Martian?
Shouldn't he be here?

Shh...

It's okay.

I'm gonna need your phone
and your passport.

I'm gonna take my hand away.

If you make a sound,
I'm gonna stick you.

Why are you taking my stuff?

Give me that pinky ring.

These have sentimental values.

More than your life?

No, he's here.

No, nothing.

Yeah.

It's all good.

What the fuck, dude?
You're going instead of me?

You want to go on
a suicide mission, be my guest.

No, no, it's okay.

Martian should've been in the Cold War.

He's a born manipulator.

He'll charm you and give you nothing.

At what point did you know
of his intentions?

Never. Even when you know you know,

he makes you doubt
what you know you know.

And you admire that. You almost envy it?

Not almost.

It's magic.

I can lead people,

but if you look for the trail,
tricks, technique, it is there.

Martian casts no shadow.

How did he persuade you not to trust

your instincts about him?

I told you, it's magic.

At what point did you suspect he
was selling U.S. intelligence?

I knew as soon
as Samia Zahir was released,

and I refused to believe it.

I couldn't.

I still can't.

See?

Yes?

Don't "yes" me. I want in the room.

You want to fight this?

We can go to Henry, who I just
got out of a prison cell.

Can I get a moment?

The British and Spanish will return.

Arash Namdar to the Iranians.

Who's he?

Secret accountant of the Quds Force.

He's arranged for money
to flow to Hezbollah and Hamas

and other Iranian-backed
operations outside the country.

The British arrested him six months ago.

So a trade? Him for Gremlin?

We're working logistics with Madrid.

It'll take a day or so to iron out details,

but signs are positive.

So Namdar goes home.
Who does that piss off?

He's a hero of the revolution.

Yeah, but whose hero?

Everything in Iran
is nine-dimensional chess.

You move the wrong piece
at the wrong time,

it gets taken, and you don't
even know who took it.

Nils's phone's on the move.

The unit just confirmed he was secure.

Near the airport.
Heading to private aviation.

He's getting on the plane.

Call the phone.

Hello, Henry.

What are you doing?

Plan's good. Shame to waste it.

Do I have to remind you
what happened to the last agent

we sent to this country?

He's back today, right?

Tell him I haven't forgotten my promise.

What are you gonna do,
just hop on that plane and say,

"Hi, I'm Nils Jansen"?

That's not bad, Henry.

Better than what I had.

Thank God you called.

Martian's getting on that plane.

De Bruyne is expecting Nils.

Martian is Nils.

How does that work? It can't work.

It could.

Otherwise, he wouldn't do it.

Mikkel De Bruyne.

Who are you?

I'm Nils Jansen.

- No, you're not.
- For the purposes of this trip,

and to ensure your safety,
I am Nils Jansen.

It's imperative you treat me
as you would him.

Your life will depend on you
agreeing to this.

My life? What-what-what is this?

Mr. De Bruyne, you're in business

with a transnational criminal organization

that poses a direct threat
to U.S. national security.

It's important for you
to realize this is not a choice.

- Get off this plane.
- I can't do that.

Like I said, this is not a choice.

Who the fuck are you?

The CIA. That's the bad news.

The good news is, you're not my target.

But if you want to continue
making blood money

while the United States
government looks the other way,

when we land, you introduce me
as Nils Jansen.

And what if I said just go fuck yourself?

You have a fatal heart attack

and exit this plane in a body bag.

Gotcha.

So, let's try again. Who am I?

You're Nils Jansen.

You can't let him go through with this.

His choice.

Is-is De Bruyne the vehicle here?

I-I don't see any
possible scenario that works.

Martian is the Trojan horse.

He's gonna walk the bomb in himself.

He began to train me.

Were you surprised he was willing?

I was flattered.

You enjoyed the attention.

Everything he taught me worked.

He looked out for me.

When I messed up,
he helped me course-correct.

What is this about?

Is Martian under a new investigation?

Is that why we're all
being hauled in here?

If you don't know,
you're not supposed to know.

Okay.

You realize you're evaluating someone

who's taking huge risks
right now to protect us?

What do you mean?

Like they say, if you don't know...

- Hey.
- Hey.

Sorry I couldn't say hi down there.

Welcome back.

Must be weird.

You know, I called.
You never hit me back.

I've been busy, you know. Viking stuff.

How'd it go in there?

Well, I'm not allowed to discuss it.

Right.

Can I see it?

See what?

The...

Yeah.

- Do you mind? No?
- No. It's fine.

That's nice.

That's really nice.

- It's techy.
- Yeah.

It's not hot, though, right?

I mean, I don't.

To be honest, your legs
weren't that hot to start with.

So this is an improvement?

What, like, 50%?

Yeah. More, once you add how you got it.

- More?
- Yeah, more.

Thanks for the feedback.

You know, either you got better at that

or I have a kink I didn't know about.

Carbon fiber.

It makes you more assertive.

Okay.

I'm into it.

- Wish me luck.
- Good luck.

Fuck!

Have you ever felt
manipulated by Martian?

That question is totally absurd.

Nevertheless. Your answer, please.

No, I have never felt
manipulated by Martian

or anyone else on my team.

In every job, company, institution,

personal interest plays a part.

People use their coworkers.

It's... it's part of any job.

Sometimes, it's to guide the work.

Sometimes, it's for other reasons.

What I find surprising

is that your negative answers
are so clear-cut.

- You read that as suspicious?
- Surprising.

You are trying so hard
to spare him judgment.

The role of the handler

is to guide the undercover in the field.

Correct.

Have you ever made an error
guiding a NOC?

Sure. But we're not on our own.

We refer to our superiors.
We seek their advice.

You know there's more
than one person on the team.

Is there ever a conflict between
a handler and this process?

No.

We discuss everything,
we come to a decision.

- Who has the final word?
- Henry. Always.

What would you think
if a handler decided to

go it alone and overrule such a decision?

Manipulating an agent?

That's insane.

Why would anyone do that?

Welcome to Bangui, Mr. De Bruyne.

- I trust you had a good flight?
- Yeah.

Lieutenant Ivan Andreyev.

Call me Mikkel. This is Nils Jansen,

sales exec at my company.

The guy took our passports,

said they'd process us inside?

Don't worry. We'll
get them sent to your hotel.

Come on. Let's go.

This country has 200 million hectares

of unclassified rainforest.

Once developed,

it's a billion-dollar business, per year.

Europe's cagey about legality
and provenance of timber.

Meanwhile, the Chinese
will buy anything.

What about oil? Gas? Minerals?

We are sitting on part
of the Congo Basin,

surrounded by countries that all drill.

Stands to reason, it's here.

It's Nils, right?

Nils Jansen.

Thought you were a diamond guy, Nils.

I'm just talking.

Talk about something else.

Besides, I have something
you might be more interested in.

How many carats is that?

In carats? Huge.

Specifically?

Maybe 12.

Less when cut, eight or nine.

It's for sale. Hundred thousand dollars.

Cut? Five times that.

One hundred thousand?

How about I give you... this?

What the fuck you doing?

Your diamond is too light.

Some kind of calcite.

Probably quartz.

Also, I saw you pick it up
off the drive outside.

You have to establish contact.

We need to know a plan here.

Nils Jansen et Mikkel de Bruyne.

Everything okay?

No.

Where's my fucking drink?

In 30 minutes, I have a call

with the secretary of state
and the president.

So what am I supposed to say?
Sit down.

I understand, sir. This is
a fast-evolving situation.

Evolving? It's a fucking
hot mess of dog shit.

I have every right to be pissed.

With respect, sir,

you're pissed because you were wrong.

- I was? About what?
- Everything. Me.

Richardson. How to play this
with Washington. The whole nine.

Fuck you, Henry.

Presented with the evidence,
you'd have done the same thing.

I was. And I didn't.

He's rogue. We should take him out.

Martian isn't on the run.

He's downrange
in a theater of operation,

closing in on your target.

Or he's gone nut nut.

See? Even Jim doesn't trust him.

Neither do I, and I never will.

The only question now is,

do we think he can pull this off?

I guess we're about to find out.

And how long ago?

Understood.

That was Tehran relay.
Gremlin just escaped

an assassination attempt.

She's hiding out at a gas station, likely

on the road south,
but we don't have confirmation.

Somewhere around here,

about three hours north
of Bandar Abbas.

There's a team on the way from Tehran.

- That'll take too long.
- Yeah.

We need to find the gas station
and get a vector to liaison now.

Reach out to anyone
with agents on the ground

in Bandar Abbas or Rafsanjan.

We need to get to her faster.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Why are we waiting?

We've been waiting and waiting.

Apparently for some
local big shot to arrive.

He's going to be accompanying us today.

These guys are rolling out the red carpet.

- How we doing?
- Hi. Good.

Brutal hangover.

Who is this guy again?

Minister of mines.

You buy the mine, but we...

need him to be your partner,
for appearances.

Have to keep up appearances, right?

Yeah? Yeah, hold on. Office again.

Oui. C'est Nils.

We're on pins and needles here.

Call the play.

Play's the same.

The play is Nils Jansen.

Is this your redemption or hara-kiri?

I haven't decided.

What you did doesn't deserve
a death sentence.

Are we sure?

Retirement. A farm,

somewhere you can't break
anything. Like Vermont.

Where no one can hear me scream?

No, sir. That's what you want.

I read your letter to Poppy.

You told her you won't commit suicide.

Just want you to know,
I tried to do it your way.

I'm playing by the rules, Henry.

- Nils, get over here.
- Even now.

That's good to know.

I'll see you in Vermont.

Viking, meet Nils Jansen.

He works for De Bruyne.
This guy is a motherfucker.

So, this deal was your idea?

As much as I'd love to,
I can't take full credit.

Mr. De Bruyne
deserves as much as I do.

Well, either way,
we're gonna make a lot of money.

You two ride with me.

Okay. What's happening?

They're on the move.
Convoy just left Oubangui Hotel.

They're heading out of town
on the road to the north.

All right.

Gentlemen, welcome to Bmeli mine.

I thought this mine was disused?

We restarted work.

We need a small investment
from your company

to make things look more convincing.

Little window dressing.

Couple of dozen locals to live on-site.

That won't cost you anything.

Valhalla convoy entering
perimeter of the Bmeli mine.

Viking and Martian are in this lead car.

He got close enough to the
target. What's he waiting for?

I imagine sitting in the same car

limits his options for escape,

were he to engage the target, sir.

Yeah, well, I'm fine
with his options for escape

being limited, son.

Yes, sir.

Gentlemen, welcome to our mine.

We'll go through the paperwork,

and then I will give you a tour.

Come inside, please.

You're not coming inside?

I'm going to take a look around.

Fuck.

Gremlin? You move with us.

Come on.

Gremlin, let's go.

Who are you?

Does it matter?

Whoever you are, thank you.

Thank you.

Mossad ex filled Gremlin.
She made it out.

Fucking yes.

Vehicles have stopped.

Looks like they're
going inside the building.

No Internet or cell signals,
though. No idea who's who.

We're deaf, dumb, and blind.

Not wanting to review the paperwork?

You must trust your boss very much.

Your friends took us drinking last night.

I'm more likely to puke
on that contract than read it.

Thanks.

What happened here?

The local objections to our plans.

But now?

Nice and quiet.

Ivan tells me you play chess.

A bit. At college and online
when I can't sleep.

I'm not that great.

Or that's bullshit, and I'm a hustler.

Let's find out.

A group has gathered here.

Two went under this canopy.
One could've been Martian.

If you want a handicap,

I can play with two less pawns.

I am happy playing to a level field.

Shall we say blitz?

Five minutes?

You actually travel with this.

Maybe you're a hustler after all.

Let's play bullet.

Two minutes.

If you would like,

we can make this interesting.

How interesting is that?

Ten grand.

I don't have that on me,

but I can put up my watch.

And this ring.

That Patek is worth 20. The ring is five.

You're on.

You know, you're not who I expected.

What did you expect?

A scared little slimy asshole.

Well, I'm not the first three.

Dmitri agrees, which is why

he is on with Moscow to find out
who the fuck you two are.

Are you trying to distract me?

I don't know what you mean.

Show me your passport.

Make a move. Time's running out.

I just did.

Your passport, please.

Now, this...

This little bitch with scared eyes,

that's a Nils Jansen.

Wow. Okay.

Well, in that case,

who the fuck am I?

If I was going to guess,

I would say that you're another
CIA rat sent here to spy on us.

You're half right.

I am a CIA rat,

but I'm not here to spy on you.

I don't know.

That's what rats like you do.

Check.

Maybe I'm here to recruit you.

Or who knows,

maybe I'm here to kill you.

But who gives a fuck?

You win. I lose.

You've definitely lost, my friend.

Checkmate.

I guess this isn't my game.

Shoot this motherfucker.

Shit.

- Was that it?
- Yes, sir.

That was it.

Can we tell if Martian was clear?

Too much debris. I can't see anything.

Has the target been destroyed?

If target was in range,

that was a successful detonation.

What about Martian?

No vehicles

- left the compound, right?
- No.

None.

So, he's captured.

Or dead.

It's pretty clear from what we just saw,

what just happened.

Mark him dead, awaiting confirmation.

Yes, sir.

We don't know that.

Valhalla doesn't take prisoners.

This is a double win, people.

It solves both our problems.

Two birds, one stone.

Yes, sir. Mission accomplished.