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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.

♪ dramatic music ♪

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.

♪ "Love is Blindness"
by Jack White playing ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ low, tense music ♪

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.

Mm.

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.

Oh, 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.

Uh...
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.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

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.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

- 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.

Uh, 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?

Uh, where is Martian?
Shouldn't he be here?

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

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.

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

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?

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

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.

This trade will be

a political victory
for all progressives.

We can't let that happen.

Where's the girl now?

Processing.

Moved to Bandar Abbas today
for a release exchange.

She needs to vanish
before that.

Your Excellence...

That's difficult.

What if she tried to escape,
during the transfer?

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Make it happen.

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.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

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.

♪ dramatic music ♪

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?

Oh, 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.

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

Uh, how'd it go in there?

Well, I'm not allowed
to discuss it.

Right.

Can I see it?

See what?

The...

Oh, yeah.

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

Oh, that's nice.

That's really nice.

- It's techy.
- Yeah.

It's not hot, though, right?

Mm... 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%?

Oh, yeah. More, uh,
once you add how you got it.

- More?
- Yeah, more.

Oh.

Thanks for the feedback.

You know, either you
got better at that

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

- Carbon fiber.
- Oh.

It makes you more assertive.

Okay.

I'm into it.

Mm-hmm.

- Wish me luck.
- Good luck.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

Ow!

Oh God!

You almost killed
us back here!

There's a rockslide!

Are you okay?

Come up and help us
clear the road!

Run.

I'll leave the door open.

You'll never make it
to Bandar Abbas.

We have orders to kill
you when we stop.

This is your only chance.

Five minutes we'll have
the road cleared.

No problem.

As fast as you can.

We have a schedule to keep.

How much further?

Don't worry about it.

Just get these rocks
out of our way.

It's too hot for this
kind of job.

Come on. Move it. Quicker!

Yes, Sir.

It's very hot today.

Fuck!

I lost her.

Get down there,
find that bitch.

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.

♪ quiet, dramatic music ♪

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?

Passports.

Documentation, please.

Wait...

You're taking them away?

We check passports against the
passenger list.

Very fast. Very simple.

Thank you.

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

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.

♪ intense, dramatic music ♪

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

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.

Of course.

Nils, it's the office.

Can you
deal with it for me.

Yes, it's Nils.

You have to establish contact.

All right.

One moment, please.

Contact established.

Now fuck off.

We need to know a plan here.

That's for me.

Nils Jansen
et Mikkel de Bruyne.

Yes sir.

Special delivery from
the airport.

Thank you.

I've got to go.

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.

Oh, 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.

♪ tense music ♪

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.

♪ quiet, dramatic music ♪

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

♪

♪ intense, dramatic music ♪

Hello.

Excuse me...

I was wondering if you
could help me?

I got lost on a hiking trip.

Do you have a telephone
I can use?

Come inside.

The phone is over there.

That one doesn't work sometimes.
Here, use mine.

Thank you.

Hello?

Is that the Spanish
visa office?

- Yes, who is this?
- It's me Daniela.

Daniela Acosta.

- Where are you?
- I escaped.

They tried to kill me.

Are you in a safe place?

No. They'll find me.

I didn't get far. Maybe 30km.

South of the valley
where I was attacked.

Where exactly?

I don't know.
It's a gas station.

I don't know...

Where were they taking you?

The road to Bandar Abbas,
I think.

- Can the owner take you to--
- No.

I can't ask him to
take me anywhere.

He's suspicious enough.
Please, help me!

Thank you.

You're welcome.

May I stay here for
a little while?

Some friends are coming
to get me.

Your hiking friends?

Yes.

Thank you.

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.

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

Mm.

Mm.

Hello?

One hour.

We will pick up the girl.

Who are you?
Is this the Police?

Do as I say, you live.

Call the police...

you get killed.

Hello?

Hello?

Mm. Mm.

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.
Uh, 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.

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

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.

Hello?

Yes. Police station?

Yes. I'd like to report
something.

Yes.

This morning a
foreign girl arrived,

a Westerner.

Yes.

I don't know. I have a gas
station outside Mehriz,

just off the
Bandar Abbas road...

Yes.

♪ intense, dramatic music ♪

♪ percussive music ♪

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?

Uh, 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.

♪ sentimental music ♪

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

Hold fire!

Hold fire!

Hit a gas tank,
you blow us all up!

Oh, fuck.

Come out and we
won't kill you!

Escape is over!

Come on.

Come out, little girl.

We made a mistake.

We have new orders...

to take you safely to
Bandar Abbas prison.

Come on.

I won't hurt you.

Come out!

Put your hands up.

Come out.

Whatever will be, will be.

Gremlin? You move with us.

Come on.

Gremlin, let's go.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

Who are you?

Does it matter?

Whoever you are, thank you.

Thank you.

Mossad exfilled Gremlin.
She made it out.

- Fucking yes.
- Oh.

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.

Two beers.

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.

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

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.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

Shoot this motherfucker.

Oh, shit.

Was that it?
Uh, 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?

♪ low, tense music ♪

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.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

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.

♪ low, tense music ♪

So the good news is...

we didn't kill you because we
know who you are.

The bad news is...

we didn't kill you
because we know who you are.

♪ "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails
playing ♪

♪ I hurt myself today ♪

♪ To see if I still feel ♪

♪ I...♪

♪ Focus on the pain ♪

♪ The only thing that's real ♪

♪ The needle tears a hole ♪

♪ The old familiar sting ♪

♪ Try to kill it ♪

♪ All away ♪