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- There was no exposure.

There was no containment. Do you understand me?

- There were 18 Americans on that bus.

We cannot sweep this under the rug

and pretend it never happened!

- This is above all of our clearances.

- Anna Vorpe.

- The Secretary of Defense contacted me personally.

She is protected.

- You are a disgrace to the bureau.

- And you're fired.

- I cannot lose you.

- You're never gonna lose me, Mags.

- My strike team works off the books.

You'd be an asset, OA.

- Anna made her move. I'm in.

- Okay, we got it.

- Who's today's lucky winner?

- The target's name is Cameron Coleo.

Get familiar.

- Fiber junction is offline.

I looped the cameras, and I bricked their access doors.

Should buy us about four minutes.

You really think we need all this hardware?

Okay.

- Green light!

- Everybody, hands where we can see them.

Line up against the window, now!

He's not here.

- Where's Cameron Coleo?

Where is he?

- He--he just left.

- We're not leaving without him.

Split up.

- Where's Cameron Coleo?

- You're gonna wanna tell us.

- How'd that get tripped?

- Someone pulled the fire alarm.

We're burned.

Should we bail?

- No. Keep looking.

- Copy.

- Oh, no. Oh, no. - I got eyes on the target.

Cameron Coleo, stop.

- FBI.

Don't move.

Another day, and still nothing.

- And good morning to you too.

- It's been three months.

I hate this.

- OA will reach out when he has something

that we can use against Anna Vorpe.

Until then, any communication is too risky.

- Do you even know if the transmitter's working?

Have you checked it?

- They're both working fine.

- Okay, then let's ping him right now.

Get a status report.

- Okay.

Maggie, do you wanna take down Anna?

Or do you want your partner back?

- I want both.

- OA is not an active agent anymore.

His mission is unsanctioned.

You and I are the only two people at this bureau

who knows what he's doing.

Any attempt to reach out could jeopardize our careers

and put OA in more danger.

- I know. I know that.

I just wanna hear his voice, okay?

I need to know that he's alive.

- I know. Me too.

- Am I interrupting?

- Hi. No, not at all.

I was just updating Maggie on a new case.

We've got a body in Fahnestock State Park.

- I should go.

- Hey.

How's your new partner working out?

- Great. Really great.

- You know, I would have got you something,

but it turns out, after all this time,

I still don't know your coffee order.

I mean, if we were on a game show together--

- I stopped on the way in.

I'm fine.

- Hey, I'm happy to be passenger princess,

but my old partner let me drive every once in a while.

- Good to know.

- And the face he made when he chewed that lemon slice,

it's the exact same face that you make

when you hear a show tune.

- Are you mocking my child?

- I'm mocking you.

But honestly, I'm honored that you let me

introduce Dougie to the concept of sour.

- No, it was great having you.

- Looks like we're here.

There they are.

- Yep.

They certainly haven't found their rhythm.

- It's gotta be hard for Maggie.

I mean, Isaiah's uncle's the guy who fired OA.

- You can't blame the kid, though.

It's not Maggie's partner's fault

that his uncle is the ADIC.

- So what do we got?

- A wildlife ranger discovered our vic

on an early morning patrol.

- Single gunshot wound to the back of the head, 9 millimeter.

Based on ME's prelim, the girl was killed about 12 hours ago.

- That's horrible. She just turned 21.

- Any signs of sexual assault here?

- No.

And her wallet and keys are still on her body.

- Her name is Clara Brooks.

The van is registered in her name.

- Looks like she was just up here on a camping trip.

- Yeah, and vlogging all about it.

- Hi, and welcome to my channel.

I'm documenting my adventures because

I just love camping and nature.

And I learned to love the outdoors

from my mom and dad, so.

- Okay. So that's Clara Brooks.

She was only 21 years old, and her life

was cut short in what appears to be

an act of random violence.

She's from Alabama, but since her body

was found across state lines, this one's ours to handle.

So let's get justice for Clara, yeah?

- So Clara was a travel influencer

or trying to be one, had a small following on TikTok.

She posted videos about her #VanLife.

- Thanks.

ME puts her time of death at approximately

6:30 p.m. yesterday.

- You guys are scanning her texts, right?

Did she have a boyfriend?

- Yeah, yeah, she did mention to a few friends

that she started dating a guy a few months ago

but only refers to him as J.

- So looks like we'll have to buy a vowel to ID this guy.

- Jubal. - Yeah?

- Got something.

- Okay, from Clara's camera, right?

- Yeah, and this was shot yesterday.

- What did you do with my book?

- I didn't touch it.

- I left it right there on the table.

You're always moving my stuff to film your stupid videos.

- Don't! I'm trying to record.

- I need some air.

- Okay.

Hey. Right there.

It's gotta be enough for facial rec, right?

Let's see what this J is short for, other than jerk.

- Got him, Jeff Watts, 25, went to college in Alabama

for wrestling, got suspended after a DV charge.

- Well, that tracks. Let's find him.

- 55% of all female homicide victims in the U.S.

are killed by their domestic partners.

- I found his police report.

Looks like he threatened his then-girlfriend

with an unregistered gun, 9 millimeter.

- Clara was also killed with a 9 millimeter.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's find this guy.

You ping his phone?

- Yes, but he turned it off.

From what we can see, his last known location

was at the state park.

- Okay, so he's running.

- Hey, boss, Clara's credit card

was just used 11 minutes ago to rent a car at Crosspoint.

- Send the team.

- I see him.

- Someone's looking for a way out of town and fast.

- Do you wanna...?

Jeff Watts. FBI.

Look, we just wanna talk.

Jeff. Jeff!

Drop the bag, Jeff!

- Back. Stay back!

It wasn't me.

I didn't kill her. - Okay, Jeff.

Look, if that's true, the FBI is gonna

sort it all out, all right?

But can you understand why, right now, it's looking a lot

to me like you're running?

- I had to run.

I know what it looks like.

Everyone is just gonna say that I did it.

This is all gonna land on me,

even though I did nothing wrong!

- All right, Jeff, so why don't you

just put the weapon down, and tell me

what did happen, all right?

- This was all Clara's fault.

She treated me like I was absolutely noth--

No, no, no, no! Get off me!

Get off of me!

Stop. Stop. No.

You don't understand. You don't understand.

We got into a stupid fight.

I said we needed space to cool off,

so I hiked up to the top of Candlewood Hill.

I don't know where Clara went, but when I got back to the car,

she was already dead.

- You got any way to back that up?

- Yeah.

Check my hiking app.

- The app is called TrailTracker.

It is part social media platform,

part GPS mapping system.

It's a way for people to track their hikes

and share their workouts.

- Whatever happened to unplugging in nature?

- So both Clara and Jeff had profiles,

and we were able to pull their data.

Jeff has a smartwatch, and Clara was wearing a smart ring.

We can see their precise movements on the day

that Clara was murdered.

- So yesterday afternoon,

Jeff followed an 8-mile Grand Loop trail

to the summit of Candlewood Hill,

just like he told us.

He was up there for a few hours,

coming down at 8:16 p.m.

- So he was 4 miles away from Clara at the time of her death,

so he couldn't have done it.

- But here's where things get odd.

Clara heads north towards Sperling Pond,

but about 50 yards before she gets there,

she stops in her tracks.

- All right, so what's there, a lookout point?

- No, nothing, just open trail.

Clara is only there for 30 seconds, and then this happens.

She turns and runs back to the van.

- Runs as in runs?

- Full speed sprint.

Look at her heart rate and pace, three times faster

on her way back to the van.

- Okay, so something out there

sent Clara into fight or flight.

The question is what?

- Okay, this is the exact spot that she stopped.

- Middle of nowhere.

- Right, but she must have seen something that

made her run back to the van.

- I found a bullet hole.

It looks fresh based off the splintered bark.

- Well, they hit this tree.

The shooter must have been standing over there.

Let's go.

- Signs of a struggle. - Look.

We got blood.

This blood goes right up to the water.

Call USERT. We gotta dredge the lake.

- Thanks, guys.

All right.

No decomp.

He wasn't in there long, one shot to the head.

- Same as Clara.

- Got an ID.

Alex Rubell out of Elmhurst.

So what do we think happened out here?

Clara saw this guy getting smoked?

- Or she saw whoever did it dumping the body.

- And they chased her back to her van

to make sure she couldn't talk.

- There's a good chance that she wasn't the target.

She just witnessed an execution.

- What did this poor guy get himself mixed up in?

- All right, eyes up, folks. Our case just swerved.

This is Alex Rubell, and postmortem interval

suggests he was shot before our first victim.

So now our working theory is Clara

stumbled upon the killer disposing of Alex's body

and paid the price.

So let's talk about our latest victim.

What do we know?

- Alex Rubell, 43, single, ran inventory

for a mid-sized commercial HVAC company out of Queens.

- Ballistics matched the striations of the bullet found

in Alex's skull to the same gun that

was used to kill Clara Brooks.

- So who would wanna execute an air conditioning repairman?

- All right, what else?

- Well, Alex doesn't seem to be much of a people person.

Guy's got no social media other than

a bare bones LinkedIn profile.

- Really? What about me? I'm fun at a party.

I'm not on social media.

What about his phone?

- His phone was never found.

But his car was parked in a visitor lot.

And good news for us, its built-in entertainment system

sucks up a ton of personal data from any device

that's paired to it.

- Okay, so can we pull his texts?

- Yes. - Yeah?

- Let's see, Alex Rubell's last known text

was from a man named Dominick Ballaci,

optometrist out in Flatlands.

Alex asked him to go hiking last minute.

Dominick rain-checked.

Doesn't scream means and motive.

- No, but we know for a fact, at the minimum,

this Dominick guy knew that Rubell

would be at an isolated location at the exact time

of his murder, and that, I say,

is at least worth a conversation.

- Dominick Ballaci, Special Agents Ramos and Scola, FBI.

Got a few questions for you.

- About what?

- Your friend, Alex Rubell.

When was the last time you saw him?

- Not since Friday. Why?

- You care to tell us your whereabouts the last 24 hours?

- No, I do not. What is this about?

- He was found murdered this morning.

Looks like you were the last person he talked to.

- No. We were careful.

We did everything they told us.

- What are you talking about? Who's they?

- I can't!

Not here.

- All right, so why don't you come back to 26 Fed?

- No!

No, you don't have security clearance for this.

- Scola! - Get down!

- Move, move, move, move, move!

- I can't. - Dominick, no!

- Incoming!

- Got one of 'em down!

- Shots fired!

We got a black Sprinter van fleeing north.

Partial New York plates, Victor Quebec November.

- Hey! Hey, look at me.

Stay with me, okay? Can you hear me?

Help is on the way, okay?

- You have to warn them.

- Dominick, warn who?

- Project Jehovah.

- What in the hell is Project Jehovah?

- Dominick mentioned security clearances,

so it must be some kind of government program.

- Well, there's no record on the Scattered Castles

database on JWICS.

- Okay, has anyone in here heard of Project Jehovah?

No?

Okay, well, check with your people

because our agents were just hit by an assault team

in broad daylight.

They wanted Dominick Ballaci dead,

and his dying wish is that we warn Project Jehovah,

which is tricky if you don't know what it is.

- We should check every defense contractor operation,

every task force, the public works archive.

- Yeah, I created database crawlers

to index any known references to a Project Jehovah,

but still, nothing.

- All right, add foreign policy ventures,

state department committees, and political PACs.

Look everywhere and anywhere.

Project Jehovah has gotta exist.

Hello?

Right now?

Nikki. - Hey.

- Location's a little cliché, don't you think?

- Well, when your people started

sniffing around Project Jehovah,

Langley was alerted, so.

- So what is it?

- Project Jehovah is a Special Access Program.

It's financed by the Department of Defense's Black Budget,

so classified senators appropriating the funds

don't know what it is.

- Okay, but you do.

- It's a nuclear forensics and attribution program.

It's the strongest nuclear deterrent

our country currently operates.

- Uh-huh.

I guess the dark garage was the right call then.

- Why were you looking into it? - We weren't.

We're working a series of murders,

a young woman and these two men,

Alex Rubell and Dominick Ballaci.

- Those men were our top nuclear scientists.

They were fully backstopped with fake IDs, cover stories.

- And now somebody is killing them.

- Whoever it is wants to derail Project Jehovah.

Jubal...

if this program fails, rogue states

will be able to attack us using nuclear weapons

with total anonymity.

- Right.

And we wouldn't be able to retaliate

because we wouldn't know where in the world to target.

- I don't know how they found their names.

But the FBI needs to protect the architect of this program.

He's a world-class scientist.

His backstop name is Cameron Coleo.

He's the project director.

His research facility is hidden by a business cover.

I can get you the address.

- An e-waste recycling refinery.

Wait, so this lab has just been hiding in plain sight?

- Yeah, but whoever's been hunting down our scientists

have obviously figured out their cover stories.

We have to consider these labs compromised.

Thank you.

Cameron Coleo? - Can I help you?

- Special Agent Bell. This is Special Agent Green.

We're with the FBI.

Now, I don't want to alarm you,

but we need to take you into protective custody.

- Is everything okay?

- We'll fill you in once we're on the road.

This way. - Let's go.

- Does this have to do with Alex and Dom?

They didn't show up for work.

- We'll explain everything at 26 Fed.

- The hell was that?

- Is this supposed to be unlocked?

- No.

- We got company.

All right, hopefully this creates a diversion.

You protect him.

I'll find us a way out.

- All right. Copy.

- Oh, no. Where to now?

- Right here. - Okay.

- Don't move.

- Isaiah, bring Coleo to the mechanical room.

We can get him out through there.

- Someone pulled the fire alarm.

We're burned.

Copy.

- Oh, no. Oh, no.

- I got eyes on the target.

Cameron Coleo! Stop!

- Isaiah, do you copy?

Isaiah!

FBI.

Don't move.

- Maggie?

- Oh, my God.

OA!

Hold on a second. Hold on a second.

This is your team, at the state park?

- No, that wasn't us.

- Then who was it?

- I don't know, I swear.

- OA.

We secured Coleo.

Get back to ORP.

- I gotta go, Mags. - No, hold on a second.

You gotta sell that you got away.

- No. - You have to. Hurry up.

Just do it!

- Okay.

Oh, God.

- Who were those guys?

- No idea.

- OA was at the Project Jehovah lab.

- Wait, what?

- I didn't get to talk to him for very long,

but the strike team was involved.

- They were the ones that hit Scola and Eva?

Wait, the strike team is the one who killed

the man in the state park?

- OA said it wasn't them.

But then they took off with Cameron Coleo.

- That doesn't make any sense.

If the strike team aren't the ones

killing the scientists, who is?

- I mean, you should have seen the look OA's eyes.

He didn't wanna be there.

- I gotta bring OA in from the cold.

We've gotta get some answers.

- No, no, don't--don't do that.

You said it yourself, if we bring him back in,

we could jeopardize this entire thing

and put OA in more danger.

Look, we know that he's alive.

He will reach out to us if he needs us.

- Okay.

Obviously, if you hear anything--

- Of course.

- Hey.

Your partner's getting checked out by medical right now.

What the hell happened out there?

- Sir--

- That was supposed to have been a simple pickup,

and we lost the damn scientist?

- I mean, that team came prepared.

Whoever they were, they knew exactly what they were doing.

They were clean. They were well-trained.

They were in and out in minutes.

- And the JOC couldn't track them?

- They tried.

But they knew our weaknesses.

I mean, they slipped right through our net.

- A headache I do not need today.

And Isaiah told me what you did.

Hey.

I promised my sister that I would look after her boy.

But out there, that's your job.

Thank you.

- Of course.

- Whoa.

Looks like they got you good.

- Any trouble? - Nope.

Clean op. - Music to my ears.

All right, throw him in the walk-in and get him ready.

- Get up.

- What do we need from him?

- According to my source, for the last month,

that man has been feeding classified information

to North Korea.

- What kind of classified information?

- It's the nuclear forensics unit he runs.

We're talking information only he would know,

like the top scientists involved,

two of whom were just executed

by a North Korean black bag team.

- They're trying to cripple our nuclear program

for the next decade.

- I need to know who Cameron's contact is

and exactly how much information

he has already shared.

Uh, OA?

You gonna let Devon have all the fun?

Three months in, you haven't gotten your hands dirty yet.

- That's more his lane, isn't it?

- This isn't the FBI.

There's no cameras in there.

We need that intel.

Go get it.

- Yes, ma'am.

- We know you've been feeding classified intel

to a North Korean agent.

Just admit it.

- No, no, I swear.

I never--

Please, you have the wrong guy.

- Ease up.

The man can't talk if he's unconscious.

- See, we know you're the guy, Cam.

You're the only person with access

to the details of Project Jehovah that got leaked.

And the longer you deny it...

The more upset I get.

- Okay.

Okay, yes.

It was me. It was me.

- Keep going. Who's your contact?

No. No. No.

- It's not gonna work.

Why don't you go get the tools?

- Hell yeah, brother.

Where's this OA been?

- Give me a second with him.

- No.

No.

- I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?

I can see it on your face.

You are innocent.

But the only reason you would say you were guilty

is because you are protecting somebody else.

When that man comes back, he is gonna hurt you.

I can do nothing to stop that.

But I am not like him. We are not the same.

Do you understand me?

Whoever you are protecting, I can help.

I can make sure that they don't end up sitting

right here next to you, but you're gonna need to trust me.

Brother, I'm all you got.

- My girlfriend.

Laney, Laney Choi.

It's gotta be her.

I told her things.

She had access to my computer.

She's the only one who could have done this.

- Okay, you think your girlfriend is

a North Korean spy that targeted you?

- No. No, she's a good person.

But she's South Korean.

But her parents, they're from the north.

They never got out.

Maybe--I don't know. I don't--

- Okay, okay, she was leveraged.

- It's the only thing that could have made sense.

But she loves this country.

Okay? She loves me.

- I believe you, I do. Where can I find Laney?

- She had this trip planned for us.

We were supposed to go after work today.

She's supposed to come pick me up.

We were supposed to meet. - Okay, where?

- Where we had our first date,

the restaurant at The Foundry.

- He's coming back.

If you love Laney, do not give up her name.

Compartmentalize that information.

Lock it behind a door in your mind

and never open that door, okay?

It is what I was taught.

I have been where you are.

It works.

- I can't.

I just can't. - You can. You can.

I have a plan to save both of you,

but I cannot do it from here.

So you gotta stay strong for me, okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

- Okay. - Okay.

I'm gonna buy you some time. - Game time.

- Don't bother.

He's not gonna talk.

- Well, let me work on him a bit.

- No, let's let him stew.

The fear will soften him up.

- A few bruises, but doc says I'm gonna pull through.

- Thank you for vouching for me with your uncle.

I appreciate it.

- I meant every word.

- Vanilla latte, whole milk.

- Excuse me?

- My go-to coffee order, you know, if we ever

end up on a game show together.

- In the interest of full disclosure,

there is something--

there's something I wanna ask you.

Now, it's probably nothing, but--

- I'm sorry.

Isaiah, I'm gonna have to do this later.

I've got a bit of a personal matter.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, later.

- OA.

- Sorry about that. - Yeah.

You should see the other guy.

How are you doing?

- Better now.

I'm okay. But I don't have a lot of time.

We gotta talk.

- Okay.

- So you're telling me that Cameron Coleo is innocent?

- I believe he is, but his girlfriend, Laney Choi,

has been working with North Korea behind his back.

- Well, does the strike team know about this?

- Not yet.

I told him to hold off as long as he could,

but once Devon gets her name,

she's gonna spend the rest of her life

in some U.S. government black site halfway around the world.

- Anna's gonna make Cameron disappear.

She's gonna have to. - I know.

So you guys gotta get to Laney Choi first.

Her testimony will prove his innocence.

There's just not a lot of time.

- Okay. We can do that.

But how do we find Laney?

- Coleo gave me the location of the rendezvous point.

It's a restaurant called The Foundry.

- Hey. Thanks for the location.

Scola and Eva are on their way to The Foundry.

- Good. Are we up on CCTV feed?

- We're working on it.

- So where did we get this intel?

- A reliable source.

- Okay, not our friends at New York Station?

- Not this time.

Listen, I know that I am asking for your faith here,

but this situation is fragile.

What I can tell you is, we have on good authority

Laney Choi has been sharing

nuclear research with North Korea.

She has also leaked the names of the scientists killed today.

- Okay, so what's at The Foundry?

- We believe that it is a rendezvous point

and that Laney Choi will be there.

- Alone or with friends?

- We don't know.

- Right.

All right, well, let's send Maggie and Isaiah as backup.

I don't wanna take any chances. - Calling them now.

- We also believe that Laney has made a deal

with North Korea to be taken from this country

along with her boyfriend, Cameron Coleo.

- Maggie and Isaiah saw Coleo get extracted

from Project Jehovah, but we never got

an ID on the black bag team.

- Right. And that was North Korea.

And they have Coleo now.

- Regardless, our mission is clear.

We are to apprehend Laney Choi and recover

our stolen nuclear research.

- Yeah. You heard the boss. Let's get to work.

- All right, we are at the rendezvous point.

No sign of our target.

- Scola.

- Laney Choi? FBI.

You're gonna need to come with us.

- No, I can't. I'm waiting for my boyfriend.

- We're aware that you've been leaking secrets to North Korea.

- You don't get it.

- They approached you. They made promises, am I right?

Look, we've seen this before, and we can help.

But you need to come with us right now.

- No, you-- you can't help me, okay?

They have my parents. I'm sorry.

They're going to kill them if I don't do what they say.

- Incoming! Get down, down, down!

- Get down! - Move!

- OPCEN, we are taking heavy fire,

three suspects in a Sprinter van.

Requesting immediate NYPD backup.

- No! Laney, don't!

- She's running towards them.

- Come on, let's go.

- Laney Choi has chosen a side.

They're heading west out of The Foundry.

- We lost them.

- Maggie, we lost visual on our suspect.

We need eyes now.

- We're coming towards you.

- Suspects still on the move.

NYPD, I want you to block off every side street.

Let's reduce their options.

All right, so where do we think they're heading?

- All signs point to the Queens borough marina.

- If they make it to international waters,

they'll be free and clear.

- They must have a boat waiting.

- Okay, I'll alert the Coast Guard and Harbor Unit.

I want everyone we have sitting on that marina.

- Okay, we've got eyes on your suspect.

He's heading northbound on Third.

- We got him!

Hold on.

- Watch out!

We're being hit with heavy fire.

- Pete, get lower!

- I'm hit! I'm hit!

Pete?

- Pete!

Pete, can you hear me? Pete.

- Jubal. - Yeah?

- The helicopter-- it's losing altitude.

- What?

Copter Bravo-Three-Three, come in.

Copter Bravo-Three-Three, do you read me?

- Maggie.

Maggie, do you copy?

I said, Maggie, do you copy?

- Something's wrong. They're going down.

- Pete, report back.

- This is Copter Bravo-Three-Three.

Pete's been hit.

He took a round to the shoulder.

He's unconscious, but he's stable.

Listen, if we can land this helicopter,

we're gonna need an ambulance.

- Okay, if Pete is unconscious, who is flying the chopper?

- Isaiah's on the controls.

You know, you could have told me that you knew

how to fly a helicopter, man.

This is Copter Bravo-Three-Three.

We've lost eyes on the suspect.

- All right, we got them.

They are moving west towards the Queens borough marina.

- Scola, Eva, whatever you do,

don't let them get on that boat.

- It's over!

- FBI!

Out of the van, now!

- Step out of the vehicle with your hands in the air!

- There's one more!

- Don't shoot. - Cover me!

- Covering.

Easy!

Put it on the ground. Drop it!

Hands high in the air. Let's go.

Walk towards the sound of my voice.

Now, get on your knees and clasp

your hands behind your head.

- Shooters are down.

- What the hell just happened?

- These guys have orders not to be taken alive.

- Close in on the van.

- No. - FBI.

- No. No, no, no, no.

You can't do this. You can't be here.

Laney Choi, you're under arrest.

- No. No, no!

They're going to kill my parents.

Don't you get it?

- You made your choice.

Get up.

- I had no choice!

- What a day.

- Yeah.

Are you happy now?

I finally let you drive.

In all seriousness, I have not given you a fair shot.

And I'm sorry.

- It's all good.

Hey, the thing I wanted to ask you--

- Yeah?

- Back at Project Jehovah, when I was waking up,

I could have sworn I heard you and the perp talking.

- No.

You did get clocked pretty hard, though.

- Yeah, true, true.

Yeah, who knows what I heard?

I trust you, Maggie.

But if this is gonna work, you gotta trust me back.

- Damn it.

I need some help!

- I got him. I got him.

I'm here. Cut him down.

- He's dead.

- What did you do?

- What the hell is this?

You were supposed to keep an eye on the asset, Devon.

- He was alone only for a few minutes.

- Just take care of the body.

- Let's go.

- OA, I got your message.

- Cameron Coleo is dead, Isobel.

And he was innocent.

We conducted a rendition of a U.S. citizen on U.S. soil.

That is kidnapping.

And now the man is dead.

- I understand.

- That has to be enough to bring Anna Vorpe down.

- OA.

- Why?

Why--why is that not enough?

- The strike team's actions

fall under a Title 50 national security exemption.

That means it's sanctioned.

Look, the FBI can't touch her.

- How is that even possible?

- You know exactly how.

Anna has someone shielding her,

and they know how to use the system.

- Isobel, I--

I thought this was it. I thought I was out.

Please.

- Go back there.

Get closer to Anna.

Identify who the shield is.

It is the only way to take her down and bring you home.