Original subtitles

[Blake] How long were you undercover?

This last hop, six years.

[Blake] You had an ordinary life out there?

[Martian] Just had to look like one.

[Blake] And sexual relationships?

Samia. How do you cope with that?

[Naomi] How's Martian settling in?

It's not always easy to switch off.

I want you to train a new agent.

Daniela Ruiz Morata.

[grunts]

You're being sent to Tehran

to identify Iranian nuclear engineers.

Coyote was arrested.

[Henry] 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.

[Martian] 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.

* dramatic music *

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

You two know each other?

[Robinshaw] 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.

-[Martian] We need a break. -[Henry] So we make one.

[Martian] 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.

[Naomi] Whatever happens,

you keep going.

I'm in Tehran.

[tires screeching]

[Martian] 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.

[insects trilling]

[wind whistling]

[distant explosions]

[automatic gunfire]

[distant shouting]

[gunfire continues]

* tense, dramatic music *

[speaking Arabic]

[pleading in Arabic]

-[sobs] -[engine starts]

[panting]

[in Arabic]

* dark, intense music *

[panting]

[tires screech]

***

[brakes screech]

[both grunt]

[bullets ricocheting off car]

[bullets ricocheting]

[gunfire continues]

-[tires screech] -[shouting]

* intense music *

[screaming]

[panting]

* "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 *

* atmospheric music *

[phone ringing]

***

[Martian] We're taught that emotions aren't the truth.

Impulses.

Memories.

Smell, touch, taste.

* quiet, haunting music *

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. -[chuckles]

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.

-[chuckles] -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.

* quiet, tense music *

[Martian] 1452-

H8ks/17.

Hannah Watson.

Working surveillance of GCHQ.

Divorced, one kid.

[guard] 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.

* dark, melancholy music *

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.

***

[beeps]

[latch clicks]

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.

[sighs]

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.

[tires squealing]

[engine revving]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

-[brakes screeching] -[tires squealing]

[engine idling]

[breathing heavily]

[phone buzzing]

-Yes? -[Owen] 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. -[chuckling]

Which safe house they stash you in?

The farm?

-Pigeon shit, mice... -[chuckles]

...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.

-[laughs] -Make it a bottle.

[Owen chuckles]

Uh, interview resumed at 1503.

Let's follow the money.

[Owen over speaker] So the night you went missing,

who else was there?

[Coyote] I was at the Hilton with Micky Lavrov.

We had business together.

[Owen] 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.

[Martian] Could Lavrov have drugged you?

[Coyote] Nah.

He's just a money guy.

[Owen] 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?

[chuckles] 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.

[Martian] 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.

[Owen] 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.

[sighs]

[door opens]

* expansive music *

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.

[stones rattling]

Whoa. What the...?

Do you feel that?

-What's happening? -[stones clattering]

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?

[laughs]

[chuckles]

[laughs] Okay.

* expansive, pulsing music *

[Danny] 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.

[computer beeps]

[indistinct chatter]

[knocks]

Zak is the kid? The researcher?

[Naomi] Buzzard. Yeah.

Looks like his faculty are looking

for sites in the mountains

to bury radioactive waste.

First swing, stand-up double.

-Not bad. -[knock at door]

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.

[CIA director] In order to avoid admitting strategic defeat,

the, uh, Kremlin has issued its official version:

-[chuckling] -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. -[Bosko] Incredible.

[CIA director] 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" by Tiësto, Oddmob & Goodboys playing]

[engine revs]

***

[lively chatter]

* Won't be possible... *

[speaking Arabic]

Oh, uh... it's okay.

Please. You go.

-Okay. -I'll be there.

***

-[women laughing] -[lively chatter]

***

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.

Tell me: Do you love the mullahs?

Not particularly, no.

Good. Then let me.

***

Mm. That's better.

Beautiful.

["Jibete" by Erfan & Amir Khalvat playing]

[loud chatter]

***

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

[Bosko] To think what mankind has been going through

for the last 90 years,

that this has been sitting in a cask

somewhere in France.

-[chuckles] -Well, here's to your station.

And spinning total failure into pure gold.

-[Bosko] Yeah. -[glasses clink]

-[beeps] -[Tom] Incoming.

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

Supposed to be brutal.

[speaking Russian]

Oh, Jesus.

* ominous music *

[man breathing hard on video]

-[loud thud] -[squelch]

[Tom] 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?

-[laughter] -[phone ringing]

Can you get that for me? Thanks.

[ringing]

[Bosko] I don't have the stomach for the swamp.

And I'm retiring.

-Bosko's office. -[CIA director] Ah, horseshit.

-Yes. -[CIA director] 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.

[laughter]

* dark, intense music *

[Simon] The recording's cued up and ready, sir.

All right. Play it.

[key clicks]

-[loud thud] -[squelch]

[sighs]

-All right, take it back. -[keys clicking]

Just before.

[Bosko] 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?

[Simon] 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.

[conversing indistinctly]

[Martian] Can we enlarge this part?

Mm-hmm.

Where's Grandpa?

[beeps]

[beeps]

Take your shirt off.

Please. Take it off.

* tense music *

What does that look like to you?

[CIA director] 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.

-[loud dance music playing] -Like, a... like a gesture.

For who?

***

Who's that girl?

Uh, it's Darya.

Hassan's girlfriend.

***

[inhales]

[loud chatter]

***

[speaking Farsi]

Hey.

Hey. Relax, con. Take it easy.

[grunting]

[guests gasping]

-Hey! -[grunts]

[Zak choking]

[grunts]

[screams]

-Hassan! -[Zak coughing]

[Darya whispering in Farsi]

-*** -[Danny] Ah!

[Danny] Zak...

[panting]

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.

[gulps]

-[lock clicks] -[door opens, closes]

[high-heeled shoes clattering rapidly]

[line ringing]

* ominous music *

-[keys jingle] -[lock clicks]

[panting]

[line continues ringing]

[line clicks]

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?

[male voice over phone] 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.

[call hangs up]

[exhales]

If that fucker's American,

we're headed for a jurisdictional

and legal clusterfuck.

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.

[Henry] 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?

[inhales] 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.

[Naomi] 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.

[Martian] 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?

[Naomi] Risky.

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

Do we have any more on him?

[Craig] 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.

[call to prayer playing over loudspeakers]

This is very good work.

This is the data we used.

-How about this one? -[Zak] I am, uh...

I'm sorry to interrupt.

My God. Are you okay?

[Zak] Yes. I'm healing.

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

-[indistinct chatter] -[laughter]

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.

[exhales]

Okay.

Thank you.

* foreboding music *

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?

[sighs] Is that a hypothetical?

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

Weeks later, he's dead.

* quiet, tense music *

It's worse than you think.

Operation Felix didn't go to plan.

[stammers] 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.

[door opens]

[door closes]

***

[indistinct chatter]

[Martian] 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? [chuckles]

You ask why I'm here?

You're a hero.

You're a superman. Aren't you?

I'm touched by your concern.

* suspenseful music *

I always knew you were a big softy

underneath that hard-man exterior of yours.

[Richardson] 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.

[chuckling] 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.

[quiet scoff]

[controlled exhale]

During your time being held by Valhalla,

did you encounter any foreign recruits?

Any non-Russians.

[sighs shakily]

[sighs]

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...

[sighs heavily]

Valhalla, right?

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

[sighs] 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.

* suspenseful music *

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 *

[cheering]

[cheering continues]

["About Damn Time" by Lizzo playing]

[lively chatter]

***

* 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.

-[laughs] -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.

* Turn up the music *

* Let's celebrate... *

* dark, intense music *

-*** -[dialogue inaudible]

-*** -[dialogue inaudible]

How you bearing up?

Ah, you know me.

[chuckling] 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. -[Bosko] 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 *

[lively chatter]

* I'm coming out tonight *

-[phone ringing] -[Owen groans]

[ringing continues]

Yes?

[Naomi] 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.

[chuckles] Like hell you do.

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

I have a girlfriend.

What the fuck?

[Owen grunts]

[vehicle door closes]

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.

[Blake] 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 frontline unit,

3rd Force Recon in the Waigal Valley.

Company he never was part of,

a province he never was in.

[Martian] 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.

[Martian] 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.

* tense, pulsing music *

Viking is category one.

This isn't a fishing trip.

This is a manhunt. Kill or capture.

Flush this motherfucker out.

* ethereal, melancholy music *

***

-[footsteps passing] -[distant voices]

***

[phone buzzing]

Hello?

[female voice over phone] We are calling to confirm

your appointment in the morning

at St. Tobias' physio department.

I'll be there.

[call hangs up]

[Martian] Coming to my office was a mistake.

People will start asking questions.

[Robinshaw] 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.

[incredulous laugh] I gave you--

Something of use to us, in order to proceed.

* dark, inexorable music

[exhales]

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.

[speaking Farsi]

[Robinshaw] 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.

* pulsing, dramatic music *

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