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[Blair] I heard them call Viking by a Russian name,

but I can't figure it out.

Comrade Siniyovich.

[Owen] Government advice here is for Westerners

not to leave the city.

Previously on The Agency...

[Pruitt] If anything takes you by surprise

in the field, there's an 80% change that it's us.

-I don't know what I'm doing. -I'm here. And I do.

[Henry] You contacted Hassan Zamani?

I told you that getting in touch

with him was strictly forbidden.

[Danny] Martian said he persuaded you.

[Martian] Why am I being dismissed?

[Henry] You didn't follow my orders.

[Martian] Don't go up there, it's a mess.

We had a break-in. Stay at your mom's tonight.

We haven't had an agent high up in Iran in many years.

Gremlin stays on Zamani.

[Henry] You're back in charge of Gremlin.

[Sami] My job is to return to the west

and to tell everyone they've got the situation

in Sudan all wrong.

[Martian] You need to access

Snow White's cell phone.

Look for the word "Siniyovich."

[Blair] It's Russian for "navy blue."

[Martian] If you find Siniyovich,

there'll be video on Telegram

in an hour of Owen getting his brain

smashed through his mouth.

* tense music *

You've seen my face before?

No. No.

Don't lie to me.

Your sister, Robyn-- she showed me a picture of you

when you were a kid. That's it. I don't know anything.

-Please, just-- -That's not the first time

you saw my face, and I want you

to think long and hard before you answer.

Because I've seen yours before, too.

[Pruitt] We lost tracking.

Switch over to the GPS in his boot.

All right. Heading south towards Kaga-Bandoro.

All right, what about your AU special forces units?

Could they intercept?

[Pruitt] Last report, they were hit hard in the kidnap.

Need time to regroup.

Valhalla moves in convoy.

Given the hardware the Russians have in country,

they won't be a soft target.

Mm. Air support?

[Pruitt] Nothing less than two hours away.

Air to ground puts Owen at even more risk, not less.

What about the guys who sheep-dogged them in?

[Pruitt] They're a few minutes away.

They could intercept, but that blows their cover.

They're our only assets on the ground.

Two men against an armored column?

Odds aren't great, but these two are highly capable.

[Bosko] What's your call?

This my call?

[scoffs] It's mine. I want your opinion.

Well, is the question if

I'd risk two valuable operators

in a last-ditch attempt to save one of ours?

[officer] Crossbow and Paris are five minutes ahead

of the convoy on the road.

If Owen enters a compound, we lose him.

No.

Stand down...

[sighs] Crossbow and Paris.

So we abandon Owen?

When a mission goes bad, it's our job to call it.

Hail Mary Time.

* "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 *

[insects chittering]

[men shouting in distance]

[birdsong]

[gate bangs opens]

[gate closes]

[footsteps approaching]

-[zip ties cut] -[gasps]

-[sighs] -[can opens]

You've seen Apocalypse Now?

[short chuckle] Yeah.

Swim upriver, find the devil.

[chuckles]

Congratulations. You found him.

Look... [clears throat, coughs]

I-I don't know who you think I am,

but I'm just a nurse.

I came to this country with Robyn

to work for an NGO.

We're volunteers with a medical aid charity

out of Bangui.

I have their number.

Y-You want to call them?

[Viking] Mm.

* sinister music *

What? No.

Those aren't even mine.

Those aren't mine.

Those aren't mine. Those-- W-We were on the road. I--

Those-those aren't-- No, those aren't even my boots. I...

I don't know what that is.

These gang members-- they stole my shoes.

They gave me those boots.

I don't know what that is. That's not mine.

Please, you have-- Look. Vernon, you have to believe me.

This is just a mistake.

Please, please. This is a mistake.

[Owen] No. Oh, God.

Vernon, don't do this.

Jesus. Please, God.

No. Vernon, don't do this.

You don't have to do this.

Please.

Please, don't do this.

Stop, stop, stop, stop. Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait. Wait, Vernon, look.

Talk to me. Talk to me. Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. I'm begging you!

Stop!

No! Don't do this.

-Stop! No, don't do this. -[Viking] Shut the fuck up!

[muffled shouting]

Stop! Wait, stop.

[phone vibrates]

[grunting] No.

No. Stop. Stop.

[grunting]

[Viking] You a lucky motherfucker.

You're going home in one piece.

More or less.

[screaming]

[birdsong]

[vehicles approaching]

* suspenseful music *

* *

[Viking] You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

The American.

Is he alive?

* *

[gasps]

*

-He's alive. We have him. -[gasping, murmuring]

-HMT. -[Henry chuckles]

[Bosko chuckles] Oh!

[quiet, indistinct chatter]

[conversing indistinctly]

-[keypad beeps] -[door opens]

What's wrong?

Good job, Blair. Great thinking.

Well, it was Martian.

I should have listened to you.

Is Owen okay?

He's alive.

Is he okay? Is he hurt?

They're doing everything they can to help him.

What does that mean?

It means they're working to stabilize him

so he can come home.

And he's coming home thanks to you.

* haunting music *

-[keypad beeps] -[door opens]

I'm here to see Jim Bradley.

[security guard] I'll need your cell phone,

then I can get you a visitors pass issued.

-[elevator bell chimes] -[doors open]

Follow me.

[indistinct chatter]

-It's good to have you back. -Thanks.

[Bosko] Hey. [sighs]

-That was a rough one. -Yeah.

You did good, Martian. As usual.

Is that why you fired me?

See?

I told you that he would

have a sense of humor about this.

Henry.

Any news on Owen?

Yeah, he's at St. Tobias.

Lost his right leg at the knee.

Sorry to hear that.

Yeah.

Henry?

You want to say something?

Not really, but I guess I have no choice.

I called for your execution,

Bosko favors resurrection. He trusts you. I do not.

Wow, you really sugarcoated that, didn't you?

Yes.

Yeah. [sighs]

All right, I can't hire you back to your old job.

There was a clear breach of protocol,

but you saved Coyote and Owen,

and your steer on Hassan Zamani

is proving prescient.

If insubordinate.

Iran is

expanding its nuclear program.

[clears throat]

The rate of production

for uranium enriched to 60%

is being significantly increased at their underground facility.

Fordow?

Yeah. Under the mountain.

The Iranians are not racing ahead like this

-to stockpile. -Which, in and of itself,

has no credible civilian justification.

Yeah. Langley thinks that

there's a timeline to a detonation.

[Henry] Majid Zamani, Hassan's father,

is the main advisor on the expansion.

Getting closer to him is the game.

So I was right.

-Yes. -Then fired.

Well, why don't we just say transferred?

[Henry] Listen, I want to make it clear that I'd fought

tooth and nail to prevent this outcome,

but I accept it only under the condition

that I never work with you again.

Can I talk to you alone?

-Fuck off. -Henry.

-Take a walk. -No, thanks.

All right. Your emotional outburst has been noted.

Now give us five minutes.

-[door closes] -Sit down.

-This won't work. -[short chuckle]

Okay. What do you want?

My job back, with Henry's support.

The first, I can do.

Let's face it, you never looked right sitting behind a desk.

So, what's my official status?

-Who am I working for? -[chuckles]

You worried about Blue Cross Blue Shield?

-Your pension? -Well, as you know, sir,

it's always been my focus. -I'll cut a deal. You stay alive

long enough to draw a... a penny, I'll cover it.

What's the mission?

Find the fucker who crippled Owen.

* intriguing music *

Pick a team.

Maximum resources.

I'll need full access to agency files.

All assets in the CAR Clearance

to run sources in Antwerp,

and a signals package from the boys in the basement.

Congratulations, Brandon.

You're officially a ghost.

[Rahman] The Sudanese people

are suffering because of your side's refusal to negotiate.

[Khalid] You want to talk about negotiation?

Right now, right now, in Sudan,

17.7 million people are facing acute starvation.

This man is an RSF stooge, angling for a position

in Hemedti's government if he comes to power. You support

criminals guilty of genocide.

You parrot your General Hemedti's lies.

You are a paid liar.

Is Dr. Samia Zahir a paid liar?

No, Dr. Zahir is a respected ally of her people.

Experience has taught me that...

...Sudan's greatest hope lies in dialogue.

The route to peace...

...must recognize the leadership

of General Hemedti and the RSF.

I believe that, today,

Mr. Rahman represents a way forward.

A more comprehensive and moderate one.

My release

shows that the RSF and their allies

have humanitarianism at heart.

* somber music *

[indistinct chatter]

* thoughtful music *

[Naomi] Things have moved fast since you were last in Tehran.

The Popeye file has just become category one.

Lots of eyes on.

His father is frontrunner

for a top job. What do you do?

Define strategy for a targeted recruitment.

[Naomi] Build in on his ambitions, his dreams, hopes,

and expectations. What are his weaknesses?

Fears? Hidden vulnerabilities?

-You came back. -Of course.

[Naomi] Now, without exposing yourself,

focus efforts on getting closer.

[speaks Farsi]

[Naomi] We already know he's interested in you.

With no girlfriend in the way, this will become an issue,

so control it. Control him. Be ruthless.

You're already close, now we open him up.

He's yours for the taking.

I warn you. I'm a very bad loser.

That's too bad.

What do you say when you win, again? Pasour?

You say nothing when you win.

Nothing.

I thought you said you never played before.

Beginner's luck.

[laughing] No.

Nu-uh. Uh-uh. No.

-No. -Tickle, tickle, tickle.

No! [screams] Stop! Stop!

* pensive music *

[door closes in distance]

[Majid] Hassan?

-Wait for me outside. -Got it.

[conversing in Farsi]

[door opens]

[Bosko] So, how much have you seen of Henry,

lately?

As I'm sure you know, we've been working closely together

on something sensitive.

Okay. Honest opinion.

This row with Martian...

what do you make of it?

That it's just that-- a row, a...

disagreement.

The question is why is Henry elevating it

to the status of a betrayal?

Honestly, it seems

-most out of character. -Go on.

Well, if I didn't know better,

I'd say it looks like something

performative's going on.

Performative? What does that mean?

Henry may be blowing this up for a reason.

That reason would be

that he's concealing something himself.

Hm.

All right, I want you to bring him in,

fully assess him.

Under the current circumstances,

Henry's not gonna like that at all.

[scoffs] Good.

Use it.

* uneasy music *

The last months have tested my strength,

but they have also shown me

the power of international solidarity.

[light knocking]

Henry wants to see you.

Come in.

-[door closes] -Any news on Owen?

They operated this morning.

Anyone been to see him?

I'm gonna ask you a number of questions.

Of course, your answers are being recorded.

Am I under investigation?

When you transferred off Gremlin,

did you break protocol and ask anyone

on the Iran desk for classified information

you should not have had access to?

-You clearly know I did. -So you confirm this?

Yes.

Did anyone ask you to do this?

No.

I got bumped off. I wanted to know what was going on.

Did you share information with anyone

inside or outside this department?

Henry.

Answer the question.

This is me.

No. I did not.

I would not. Ever.

What was your motive for breaking protocol?

I saw what Martian was doing.

What was he doing?

He replaced me as handler

to gain direct access to Gremlin,

then he retargeted her.

Why would he do that?

Is what I would like to know.

That was your sole motive for breaking protocol?

We had an agent in the field.

I was worried she was about to be put at risk.

I was right.

Do you trust Martian?

-I don't have hard evidence... -Do you trust him?

No.

* foreboding music *

Did you know Samia Zahir is back in London?

Yes.

Did you know the NGO she's working for

is publicly backed by the UAE

and not so publicly by British intelligence?

So?

So, did the Brits work her release?

If so, why?

For whom?

If I have any further questions, I'll call you in.

[Naomi clears throat]

There is one person in this office

I see spending more and more time with Martian.

Hey. I'm the Arabic assistant for the meeting at one o'clock.

I just need you to sign this, please.

Sure.

GHRA provide a trauma support network for survivors

of war crimes.

We can connect you with other Sudanese

who've been through imprisonment and interrogation.

Now, we should warn you that elements from the conflict

may try to contact you here in London.

If that happens, we can organize

legal and physical protections.

Now, we've red-flagged a few Sudanese nationals

that we know to be operating in London.

Has anyone on this list approached you?

Do you recognize anyone here?

That man.

Osman Abdel-Aziz.

He contacted you here?

In Khartoum. I saw him.

We want to help you, Samia.

Perhaps if I might have a moment alone?

We'll take a break, come back.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[papers rustling]

[pen clicks]

My number.

[pen scratching]

-[pen clicks] -Call me anytime.

Just say you want to know when

you can pick up your black dress.

* quiet music *

I'll hang up and come find you.

Where's Simon?

Uh, Crisis Room 2.

I need to see all phone movements over the last year.

Searchable by date, location, or individual.

Is that possible?

Sure. They don't shout about it,

but we collect on all employees. Uh...

It's not a complete dataset.

I can build it out if you need to drill down.

Here.

[sighs] House to office. Office to house.

In out, in out. Week in. Week out.

Uh, weekends to his wife's country house.

Last summer.

Cornwall.

That would be me. Send a link to my office.

[laptop chimes]

[Robyn over recording] They're not kin. We are. Mama and me.

[Viking] How's Mama?

[Robyn] Not good.

Getting sicker.

It's getting out of control.

[Viking] I'll pray for her.

Look, stay strong. I got to go.

That's a code.

"It's out of control" means they ID'd you.

"Not good" means they're onto me.

Viking knew right from the jump someone was listening in.

Which was his cue to switch

to the secret channel of communication.

The chat on the dog site started the next day.

When Snow White was first approached by Owen,

did she make him right away?

Or was it in the bar, when her mother asked questions?

Either way,

Snow White is briefed to pull on the thread.

She meets with Owen. Calls her brother. Uses the code.

It's getting out of control.

[Martian] She knows her phone is tapped.

Viking has warned her. "They'll follow you.

Surveil you. Tap your phones, even the burners."

He knows he's being targeted by Owen.

Tells his sister, "Play the game.

Someone wants to trap me, I'll get him first.

Bring him to me. You want to play games? Let's play.

Lure me to some barn, use my sister as bait.

Fine. So long as they think they're

one step ahead." He could have acted earlier,

but he waited.

Viking knew we'd never leave our agent behind.

He plays chess. It's in Owen's first report.

Played for years since high school.

Played for a club in the Marines.

* hypnotic music *

This guy's like us.

Trained by professionals.

Not some crazy vet gone rogue.

That's where he came from, it isn't where he is now.

This man is an intelligence officer.

My guess: GRU, Moscow Center trained.

Highly skilled in the art of manipulation.

And he's running a sophisticated,

large-scale, international op,

turning diamonds into geopolitical control.

-And the best part is-- -[Bosko] If any of this

becomes public, they can reveal

that he was born in the USA,

and this whole thing was our black op

to mess up a poor African country.

-It's a hell of a play. -[Bosko chuckles]

Genius.

I wish it was us.

* contemplative music *

[keypad beeps]

Why don't you, uh, go have some coffee?

I'm good. I've had, like, four cups.

Go get some fucking coffee.

[keypad beeps]

Pull up Martian's phone

the day we got Coyote back.

Why would it disappear here,

by Lincoln's Inn Fields? The tube?

Uh, it works on the tube.

Get the CCTV one hour either side

of every time he goes in and out of that park.

Have you thought about just doing what your father asks?

You're actually lucky, you know that, right?

You have a father.

He thinks about you.

Worries about your future, takes care of you.

Controls me, uses me,

-ignores me. -[scoffs]

Forget it. I'm just...

You know, I have to do stuff on my own.

Would be nice to have someone to nag me or ask a favor of me.

* tense music *

Your dad gives you a lot and doesn't ask for much in return.

That's... that's anyone's definition of love.

[door opens]

-Hey. -Hey.

How you doing? You okay?

How am I doing?

[sighs] How am I doing?

[sighs] I'm here, right? So...

Oh, I solved your riddle.

What riddle?

Siniyovich. It means "Deep Blue."

It's like the computer that beat Kasparov.

What's the face?

What face?

That. It's-it's...

Stop. It's creepy.

Something Martian taught me.

I'm covering my feelings. I don't want them to bother you.

Oh, come on. [sighs]

You look like you're having a stroke, Blair.

Just show me how you feel.

I'm not lying here pretending

what happened to me didn't happen.

Do something.

Scream. Cry.

Hit me. Whatever, anything.

[knocking]

-Come in. -[door opens]

Oh. Sir.

Hi, Owen.

Could we have a minute?

Sure.

[door opens]

-[door closes] -[sighs]

-How you doing? -[soft chuckle]

Good.

Have me on morphine,

so I wouldn't trust my answers.

[clears throat] I want you to know that

we had an option to send in a rescue unit.

And?

We decided against it.

-I decided against it. -Mm.

So, you're the one to blame for this.

-Owen, I, uh... -Stop.

Come on.

Can I at least take some of the blame for this?

I've had two missions, and so far,

I've lost all credibility, all self-respect

and a fucking leg.

Do you remember speaking with Martian

the morning of the day we freed Coyote?

He called me from his bike and we ran the plan.

He was on the call when he got hit.

Do you recall where he was coming from?

Lincoln's Inn.

Did he say what he was doing there?

He was m-meeting with a lawyer. Why? What happened?

Did I mess something else up I don't know about yet?

No, no, no, no, no. No, you did great.

I'm the reason you're...

in this hospital bed.

* mournful music *

But you're alive thanks... thanks to Martian.

Get well, Owen.

Thank you, sir.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[door opens]

-Hey. -You stayed.

Yeah. I, uh,

left my bag and coat in here.

And I, uh,

wanted to say goodbye.

-Okay. -Yeah.

Bye.

Bye.

* hopeful music *

What?

You know, when I thought you weren't coming home,

I thought about how much I was gonna miss you.

Was it a lot?

[chuckles]

[sniffles] Okay.

Blair.

Besides the leg, everything else still works.

Copy that.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh. Excuse me.

I'm looking for room 340,

rehabilitation physio, Dr. Alison Bell.

Dr. Bell? No, she used to be here,

but she's mainly private practice now.

Harley Street.

My mistake. Thank you.

* mysterious music *

* *

[door opens]

[door closes]

-Hey. -Hello.

Are you okay?

I'm fine. What do you mean?

Are you joking?

Dad, the last time I saw you, you were, like...

-What? -This place is fucking weird.

You know me. I like to keep a clean ship.

Besides, I smashed it up,

so it's really the least I can do.

Hm. You aren't gonna keep telling me it was a break-in?

That's progress.

What happened to all the broken shit?

In the closet.

Do I dare ask why you smashed up your own flat?

Bad day at work?

* thoughtful music *

-Amazing. -[chuckles] What?

Someone could walk in here and see that smile

and think that nothing was wrong.

The last time I was here, this place was smashed to pieces,

and now it's all in the closet.

Out of sight, hidden.

Look, you're right.

I got too good at hiding stuff.

But it's not all broken.

Not all of it.

[speaking Farsi]

* ominous music *

[grunting, screaming]

[knocking]

[Osman] Samia.

Ya Osman.

[Sami grunting, crying]

* uneasy music *

[door closes]

[crying]

[line ringing]

Hi, this is Samia Zahir.

I dropped a black dress off with you.

I wanted to know, uh, when it would be ready.

[Blair] Sure. What's the name?

Dr. Samia Zahir.

It'll be ready later this afternoon.

Should we let you know?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

* unsettling music *

[clears throat]

[Bosko] I want Owen to hear this conversation.

We got sent a very clear signal.

It was Moscow Center

talking to this station, directly,

using maximum aggression and force.

How do we respond? Drones won't work.

He moves around, his itinerary is unpatterned,

hides behind civilians.

Makes his calls from schools,

clinics, markets.

Military action would be an obvious

and undeniable escalation.

What we need is covert.

Viking's... on alert now.

He knows he's in play.

I won't send in another agent. [sighs]

Risk is too high.

There's one pattern in his life he won't interrupt.

The diamonds.

Flow of diamonds out and the money in.

Now, we find a Trojan horse in that operation,

and we walk in a bomb.

[knocking]

Jesus. What happened to your hand?

Would you believe I saved a whole school bus of kids

from going over a cliff?

No.

I did it.

Kissed the hand of the devil.

Then I beat up my own reflection,

fucked up my hand.

Felt better.

Ah, you could have glass in these cuts.

Just wait one second.

My father is spineless.

He should have thought of another way to keep his position

with the mullahs.

You did what you had to do. Your father will respect that.

Already has.

He offered me a job working for him.

His right hand man on some big project.

W-Will you take it?

My father reeks of disappointment,

frustration.

He wanted an international position:

the U.N.,

advisor to some foreign oil company, whatever.

He never got one.

It's pathetic.

And now...

I'm just as pathetic.

I don't think you're pathetic.

Why are you so nice to me?

Well, I like you.

You think I'm a fake.

[chuckles]

Not fake.

More like...

-Like what? -A pineapple.

-[chuckles] What? -[laughs]

A pineapple.

All tough and spiky on the outside, but underneath...

...sweet.

* eerie music *

* *

[Danny moans]

[Danny] Expansion at Fordow mountain base to be led

by Iranian president's advisor Majid Zamani.

Today, I confirm his intention

to involve Popeye

in restricted decision-making meetings.

Expect Popeye to take on this role imminently,

and therefore have access to relevant information.

Recruiting Popeye is a possibility

based on his mixed feelings towards his father

and his strong desire to see

his country rejoin the modern,

globalized economy, post-sanctions.

Popeye will be keen to achieve a status

that his father coveted but never obtained.

Well, this must be a surprise.

Uh, no, it's not.

Come on, cut the crap. We both know why we're here.

Do we?

Bosko ordered me just before he ordered you.

Do you know why he requested your evaluation?

Because I disagreed with him.

Or because he sees you struggling to cope.

Well, my father didn't love me.

A-And yes, before you say it, I distrust this process.

-I'd rather be waterboarded. -[sighs]

Pull my fucking fingernails already.

This isn't an interrogation,

-Henry. -It isn't? [scoffs]

Now look who doesn't understand why they're here.

Okay, so... [chuckles]

To save us a month or two, may I jump in here

-with a firm steer? -That would be great.

There exists a belief

-that you harbor-- -W-W...

-[sighs] -There exists a belief?

That you harbor feelings of personal hostility

towards colleagues you imagine threaten your authority,

your ability to lead.

Perhaps your superiority.

How do you feel when you hear that?

Like the last guy

in a suicidal death cult...

...who refuses to drink the Kool-Aid.

Like...

...maybe 37 years of diligent

and dangerous public service

wasn't such a good idea.

* suspenseful music *

[elevator bell chimes]

[indistinct chatter]

[typing]

[elevator doors close]

[phone vibrates]

[Blair] It's Blair. Can we meet?

I'm out of the office.

It's important.

Where?

Southwark Cathedral. South transept.

Give me 20 minutes.

* *

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