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What do you think, Anna? Can we get out of here now?

Not until it's a burning crisp, Devon.

No one can know who was in that car.

All right.

It's all taken care of, sir.

I protected you, and now you're going to protect me.

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- You're early for once. - Took the tube.

Explosives are being moved in a pub up ahead.

If we let them get to Ireland, it's our asses.

So we confiscate them. Quietly.

- How many hostiles do we have? - Hard to tell.

People keep entering.

See there?

- Uh, let me get a Newky Brown. - Make it two.

Those, uh, must be some heavy oranges.

Best mind your own business.

Oy, pub's closed.

Zidan, we gotta move.

Welcome back.

Hey, boss.

Um, I'm sorry about the show of force earlier today.

Oh, don't be. It's, uh, being handled.

Being handled? How?

It's all over the news.

There are ways.

This time tomorrow, it'll be like the explosion never happened.

You know, I, um...

I've gotten offers before for private security.

They were all missing a purpose.

FBI had a purpose, but the line kept shifting.

And then you showed up.

Ms. Vorpe, your brand of justice,

when the ends really do justify the means, it works.

And, uh, I don't know,

I think I could do this forever.

Didn't take you for the pet rock type.

You read my file.

You know I was a POW.

It wasn't just me, but, uh, I don't know why they let me live.

But sitting in that cell, I...

just searching for something, anything to use, to fight with,

and all I had was this white rock.

I pried it out of the wall.

I don't know, it's pretty delusional

to think that I could use it as a weapon, but...

It gave you hope.

Yeah.

And when I got out, I just kept it with me.

It felt like it was my last safe place I had left.

I don't need that anymore.

OA, I can't accept this.

Well, then throw it away. It's just a rock.

What the hell happened out there, Anna?

You were supposed to get in and get out.

Got it done, didn't we?

Those weapons won't reach Ireland.

You blew up a lorry in the middle of Central London.

That's nothing compared to the mess

in Owego I cleaned up for you.

You always have to bring that up.

It's been four years, Anna.

And it's a luxury

you've been able to put it behind you.

So you're gonna clean this up for me.

I'll make some calls.

Keep your head down in the meantime.

Don't I always?

Okay, wha... what is this now?

We haven't ID'd the man's voice yet,

but the woman is Anna Vorpe.

And how did we get this audio?

It's an AI-enabled local sip stack that...

OA planted a bug.

OA? What?

He's been undercover with Anna's strike team.

Well, also, you know that bomb that just went off

in the middle of London ten hours ago?

That was also OA.

He deliberately sabotaged their mission in the hopes

that whoever's been protecting Anna would come calling.

Okay, let me get this straight.

So the four of you have been lying to us?

Was OA fired or not?

Well, yeah, that... that part is true.

Yeah, but not really, if he's working on a case.

Well, yeah, but he couldn't infiltrate

Anna's strike team if he wasn't fired from the bureau.

Everybody who you see in this room right now,

we're the only people who know what's going on.

As you both know, Anna Vorpe let Oslo

into this building last year.

FBI police officers were killed.

She is protected by someone big,

and we are trying to figure out who that is

so we can remove that protection.

This audio clip is our first major clue,

which is why you're being brought in right now.

This is an unsanctioned mission.

If we are discovered,

it could mean all of our careers.

That's not a road you're willing to go down,

feel free to walk out those doors right now.

I'm in.

- In. - Good.

Anna made reference to an incident that occurred

in a small town called Owego out of Tioga County

four years ago.

Now, it is the leverage she has over her D.C. shield.

Hey, Isobel.

I just... I wanted to apologize again for following you

earlier on this op.

I see now why you had to keep things so tight.

Jubal, next time, do not check my math

when I make a decision without you.

Completely. I was in the wrong.

But I gotta say, this is a complicated situation.

I'm kind of surprised you... you didn't want my input.

Well, I didn't want to be talked out of it.

This has to end.

Isobel, you have a moment?

Yeah, tell me you found something that ties

Anna Vorpe to the town of Owego.

Nothing just yet.

It's a quiet town, summer getaway

for rich city people, some tension with the locals

- who cater to them. - Nothing stands out?

Well, we have to narrow the search down

to four years ago due to the wire,

and that February, a developer got into a war

with the town council.

They shut down a project due to discovery

of white lady slippers, a rare endangered orchid.

I'm assuming there's more to the story behind Anna's shield

than a rare flower.

The only other incident that pops up is Tiara Wylie, 16.

Four years ago, her body was found in shallow water

under a bridge. Police ruled it a suicide.

Her parents always suspected foul play.

Well, where there's foul play, there usually is Anna Vorpe.

Time to pay the Wylie family a visit.

I'm just saying, how do we even know

that we're looking at the right case?

I didn't hear Anna say anything about Tiara Wylie on that wire.

Well, it's thin.

Not to mention, retraumatizing her parents,

bringing up her death four years ago,

we gotta tread lightly.

Oh, Isaiah.

It makes sense now why you've been

keeping him at arm's length.

You know, running a secret op.

He's the ADIC's nephew.

I can't take any chances.

Yeah. Better safe than sorry.

I'm sorry.

I really didn't want to keep this thing

with OA a secret from you.

I'm just trying to keep OA safe.

It's okay.

Look, you were just protecting OA and us.

We got you, Maggie, all right?

Let's just get him back.

It's like we told the police,

Tiara was excited to be the captain of the basketball team.

She was getting ahead on college apps.

Does that sound like someone who would

jump off a bridge to you?

We understand where you're coming from, Mrs. Wylie, okay?

Right now, we're just taking another look into the case.

I don't understand.

Are you reopening the case or not?

You're asking a lot out of my wife, out of us,

to go through all this again.

And I can't help but wonder why the FBI

is showing up at our door four years too late.

Your daughter's case is linked to another investigation

that the FBI is working on right now,

and we don't know how it fits yet.

But if you're telling me that your daughter

would never take her own life, I believe you.

And I'd like to really find out what did happen.

But I wanna start with this woman.

Do you recognize her?

Never seen her before.

Is she related to Angus Cameron?

I'm sorry, who?

He was Tiara's coworker at the country club.

Drove the golf carts or something.

He'd been in jail, dealing drugs.

Tiara had been spending time with him after work.

I warned her to stay away from that guy,

but she was so stubborn.

How many times I gotta tell y'all?

I've been clean for a year.

Well, we're not here about the drugs, Angus.

We're actually here about Tiara Wylie.

I had a feeling this would come back around.

Listen, I... I told the cops everything I know, all right?

They said I wasn't a suspect at this time.

You know, you get one drug charge,

everyone just acts like you're violent.

I never hurt Tiara.

- Were you guys dating? - No!

Nothing like that. Nothing like that.

She was... she was just good.

You know, she was... she was good. She was a good person.

She just helped me out, you know?

Listen, Angus, all right?

The cops are thinking she jumped, okay?

Her parents think she was killed.

What do you think happened to her?

Well, it's like I said before, man.

I... I saw her the night she disappeared.

She came around my house, you know,

asking if I had any coke. You know, which was weird.

You know, she never asked for any drugs.

She was clean, you know?

So I figured it was for the guy she was with.

What guy?

I don't know. I don't know, man.

I didn't see him. He didn't see me.

He parked around the corner, and... and I was curious.

So I followed him.

But all I could see was the car had tinted windows.

Do you remember anything else about the car?

Hmm. Blue.

Fancy as hell.

That's all. I'm sorry.

I don't have any more information than I said last time.

It's okay. Thank you, Angus.

I hope you find out what happened to her.

His statement isn't in any of these police reports.

Thanks for taking a look at this.

- I really appreciate it. - Yeah, always happy to help.

Teenage female.

Deep, patterned contusions with surrounding

superficial abrasions, consistent with velocity impact

with a shallow rock bed after falling in the river.

- Police ruled it a suicide, huh? - You disagree?

Well, these bruises around the right shoulder

- and left hip? - Mm-hmm.

You don't think that that's from falling in a riverbed?

Highly unlikely.

I see injuries like this all the time.

Automobile casualties.

These marks came from a seat belt.

What, are you saying that she died in a car accident?

That's my take.

Any medical examiner would have caught that detail.

That autopsy is either sloppy...

Or it's a deliberate cover-up.

Bingo.

There was a blue Mercedes SL550 found the same night

that Tiara Wylie went missing.

Police report says it crashed through a road barrier,

burned up, and was abandoned.

Now, the owner who reported it missing?

Ross Carver.

Okay, was there any connection between them?

Yeah, they both went to Rolling Hills Prep,

a private school nearby. Tiara was a scholarship kid.

Ross was captain of the lacrosse team.

Looks like they were both in Key Club together.

So classmates, maybe more?

We have Angus Cameron placing her

in a car exactly like Ross's the night she vanished.

It was an eyewitness statement that was, for some reason,

missing in any of the police reports.

So the autopsy wasn't the only report

that was manipulated.

Whoever we're dealing with has extensive reach

to cover their tracks.

Someone like Ross's father?

Ernest Carver.

Ernest Carver is undersecretary

of defense for Intelligence and Security for the DOD.

He has oversight of all the DOD special operations teams,

including Delta Force, SEAL Team,

the special tactics squadron, and Anna Vorpe's strike team.

So you're thinking that that could have been his voice

on the call with Anna.

Well, the details line up.

We know that we have Angus Cameron

selling cocaine to Tiara Wylie the night that she vanished.

Right, for Ross Carver. Her boyfriend, maybe.

Rich kid high on coke, crashes the car.

She dies in the accident, and the kid is spinning out.

He's got a dead girl in the passenger seat.

He calls his dad for help.

Ernie turns to Anna Vorpe to clean up the mess.

Except Anna flips the script and leverages Ernie

as her top cover.

We get Ernie Carver on conspiracy to cover up his son's crime...

We eliminate Anna's shield and take her down for good.

This is exactly what we've been looking for,

- if we can prove it. - Yeah.

You wanna tell me what kind of secret game

you're playing here, Isobel?

ADIC Green, I understand you want answers.

The rest of you, out.

Now.

Start talking.

A section chief from OTD

called my office an hour ago, wondering why you authorized

a covert listening device

without an active investigation tied to it.

I did not have an answer for him.

Do you understand how your actions

have put me in the line of fire?

I didn't mean to put you in that position.

Yeah, it's too late.

You subverted the chain of command.

You used bureau resources for an unsanctioned case.

I will take the blame.

I wish it was that simple.

You implicated me in this now too.

I mean, how does it look to headquarters if the ADIC

is not aware of a high-stakes investigation

with its own field office?

All that said, this is good work.

I want in.

Someone needs to shut Anna down.

You're right.

Um, but we don't have enough to make a move.

Yet. But I, uh...

I can shake the tree, try and leverage Ross Carver

against his father, Ernie.

Just tell me that we're gonna nail Anna Vorpe.

Okay.

And, Isobel, just because

we play the game differently

doesn't mean we're on different teams.

I will always have your back.

Isaiah, a word.

Now.

You're a hard one to reach, partner.

Are you talking about me to ADIC Green?

You mean that you've been dodging my calls

and icing me out.

He asked how it was going, so I told him the truth.

You've been nothing but professional and diligent,

and I've never worked with a more dedicated agent.

Now, however he found out whatever he found out,

it wasn't through me.

You did ask for my trust.

You could say thank you.

Thank you.

There we go.

Come take a walk with me.

Hey. Sorry about the other day.

If I'd have known...

You would've knocked my ass out.

You got me pretty good in the ribs,

if it makes you feel any better.

Maybe a little.

- ADIC Green's nephew, huh? - Yes, sir.

Welcome to crazy town.

It's an honor.

We did get a name off of your recording.

Turns out that Anna's shield

is Undersecretary of Defense Ernie Carver.

A few years ago, Anna's team covered up a car accident

that his son Ross was involved in where a girl was killed.

So we're gonna go after the son.

And so the son's the weak link. What do you guys want to do?

Scare the son, see what pops loose.

The son starts to panic, maybe he'll call his daddy for help.

Daddy calls Anna Vorpe.

Right. This is where you come in.

Isobel wants you to keep an ear out for any calls

coming Anna's way in the next 12 hours.

How are we gonna get up on the son? We're gonna need a warrant.

You already have one, thanks to my unc.

If this goes the way we think it will,

it's going to move really fast.

I need you to be careful.

Hey.

Take care of her.

Thank you so much for coming in, Mr. Carver.

We know that you're busy at Columbia and the internship.

Could someone tell me what I'm doing here, exactly?

Oh, yeah. We just wanted to ask you some questions

about Tiara Wylie.

Who?

She went to your high school and took her own life

about four years ago.

Right. Uh, Tiara.

Um... uh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know her that well.

Really?

Yearbook says that you were her VP of Key Club,

where she was the president.

Looks like you actually hosted some of the fundraisers

out at your house in Owego.

Yeah, uh, Key Club.

You are, uh... you're... you're bringing me back.

Yes, I... I did know her, but, uh,

like I said, just not that well.

We hadn't spoken for a while before she, uh, killed herself.

I got an eyewitness, okay, that puts her in your car

- the night that she disappeared. - No.

No, no, no, no, no. That is not possible.

So that was before it got into an accident and burst

into flames out off of, uh, Deepdene Road there.

I think that was to cover-up a crime.

You guys are twisting everything up.

I filed a police report.

My car was stolen that night.

Stolen by someone who also knew Tiara, who then

Tiara then went on a joyride with?

Come on, Ross.

Columbia kid like you, you're no dummy.

I don't know who stole it.

This was four years ago.

The police already investigated.

This is over.

Do you know where I could pick up my phone?

Barely out the door, and he's already dialing.

Bug should be live.

All right, we got it. Call's connecting.

I'm headed into an important lunch.

- What is it? - That's Ernie Carver.

I'm freaking out, Dad. This was never supposed to happen.

Stop. Focus.

What's happening?

The FBI, they just asked me a bunch of questions

about Tiara Wylie. Why is this happening?

Son, are you high again?

You're not making sense.

He's smart.

He knows we might have tapped his phone.

No, of course not.

Take a breath. Slow down.

You need to go smell some dandelions, okay?

Smell dandelions? Ri... right now?

"Smell some dandelions." What is that?

- An expression or... - Maybe a code.

Okay.

Maybe they developed a protocol

in case we were onto them.

Looks like he's in a hurry now.

Yeah, let's tail him.

They know the girl was in Ross's car.

You were supposed to make this go away, Anna.

Did you tell him what I told you to say?

Yes, yes. He's already headed to the meeting point.

So are you gonna take care of this?

- Yes or no? - Yeah, of course I will.

You just have to trust me, Ernie.

Okay?

Gotcha.

The phone stopped moving.

He must have got out of the cab right up here.

- Yeah, park right here. - All right.

Let's go.

Says he should be...

Where?

Right here. Damn.

He knows we're surveilling him.

He should be close by, though.

- Yeah. - There he is.

Split up.

- Anything? - Nothing.

He could've ducked into any one of these buildings.

Come on, let's double back.

Oh, hold on.

This look like a dandelion to you?

Yeah.

Isaiah.

He's dead. Overdose.

He felt cornered.

Knew what he did to that girl was gonna come out,

that we were on to the cover-up.

So he came here to score some drugs?

Maybe he needed an escape.

Yeah, either that or someone needed him to be gone.

There's no way Ross Carver's death was an accidental overdose

or a suicide. He was murdered.

And maybe we can prove it.

I've been reviewing footage around the high-rise

where Ross Carver was found. Look.

ARGUS caught someone exiting the south side of the building

just before Maggie and Isaiah entered.

That's Charlie Martinez from Anna's strike team.

Who's riding shotgun?

No visual there, but I can pull the reflection

off the side-view mirror.

It's Anna Vorpe.

They killed him.

The undersecretary had his own son killed

to keep the truth buried.

That... that's grim.

I was hoping for more of a silver bullet,

but this may be as close as we get.

We have the bug. We have the footage.

Maybe that'll be enough to tighten

the screws on the undersecretary,

get him to play ball.

If it's not, we all lose our jobs.

Well, if we fail, we fail together.

Let's go get him.

Yes, sir.

So, as you are well aware, if we extend these agreements,

then that is going to ensure the future viability...

Sit down.

Undersecretary Carver.

Excuse me, but I'm in the middle of a meeting.

You're under arrest.

Get up.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Good afternoon, Undersecretary.

Let me get those for you.

There we go.

Friendly reminder, you are entitled

to have a lawyer present.

You are aware

that before the DOD, I spent 11 months in the Hague

prosecuting war criminals.

Yeah, I think we may have heard.

And you might have heard this.

On July 8, 2022, your son Ross picked up

this young woman, Tiara Wylie,

in his newly purchased blue Mercedes SL550.

The two of them scored cocaine from Tiara's coworker,

Angus Cameron, who can place her in the Mercedes that night.

And then sometime before 2:00 a.m.,

your son crashed his car off Deepdene Road, killing Tiara.

And to get your son out of a manslaughter charge,

you enlisted Anna Vorpe to make it go away

by setting fire to that car.

That is... that is quite the conspiracy theory.

It is a fact that your office allowed Anna Vorpe and her team

to exact extralegal justice as they saw fit.

Oh, come on.

We're all adults here.

Sometimes protecting the interests of this country

is complicated.

How is killing your own son protecting our interests?

What do you mean?

No, no.

No, this is... this isn't right.

I... I spoke to Ross this afternoon.

He's fine. He's... he's fine.

You didn't know.

No, he di... these are doctored.

- This is a trick. - I'm sorry.

They are not.

We found him less than two hours ago.

20 minutes before, this conversation.

They know the girl was in Ross's car.

You were supposed to make this go away, Anna.

Did you tell him what I told you to say?

Yes, yes.

He's already headed to the meeting point.

I'm no lawyer, but that sure as hell

sounds like you put this in motion.

You're wrong.

Anna did a good job staging the overdose,

but the timing will be hard for a jury to ignore.

Admit that you were blackmailed into sanctioning

Anna's behavior, and we can reduce your charges.

I have nothing more to say.

Mr. Carver, you were surprised

when I showed you these photos.

I do not believe for a second

you ordered the murder of your own son,

which means you had other plans.

Anna was just supposed to get him

out of the city, someplace quiet.

She killed him without your authorization.

And yet you sit here defending her still.

Why?

What kind of guy defends the person who killed his son?

We're missing something.

The leverage Anna has over Ernie

is bigger than we thought.

You got any ideas what that is?

An idea. I don't have any proof.

Hold him there.

I'll make some calls.

Hey.

Anna wants to brief us on our new op.

Come on.

Where are we off to this time?

Right here.

Hey, boss.

How disappointing.

Undersecretary Carver, I am trying to make sense

of what happened to your son.

'Cause he doesn't have a history of drug use.

But what I do find interesting is that

there is somebody who has a record

of cocaine in your family.

A London officer found you with 5 grams of cocaine

in the back of a cab six years ago.

- Those charges were dropped. - Mm-hmm.

I was watching you earlier.

And when you saw the photo of your son's overdose,

you were genuinely upset.

But that was the second time that I saw that reaction.

The first is when you saw the photo of Tiara Wylie.

Did you know her?

And why would I?

Because you hosted several fundraisers at your house

for the Key Club. She was the president.

If you say so.

She was applying for early decision at Columbia.

So I called the admissions officer.

Do you remember him?

Well, he remembered you.

Said that you called to put in a good word for her.

Actually, his exact words were,

you were "positively glowing about her."

So I guess you did know her.

Ross wasn't in the car with Tiara

when she was killed that night. You were.

You picked her up,

went to her friend's house. You got the coke.

And then you crashed the car, and you killed her.

You just happened to be driving Ross's Mercedes,

so he became the scapegoat.

God forbid anybody find out the truth,

that you were with a 16-year-old girl.

Statutory rape.

Wh... what do you want?

Huh?

You wanna get Anna Vorpe? You got her.

But you don't get me.

I want immunity in writing.

And don't forget, I know all the loopholes.

FBI starts sniffing around Owego

after I mention it on a call?

It's not my first rodeo, OA.

I'm not gonna tell you guys anything.

Oh, I'm not here for the intel.

I'm just here to watch you suffer.

That hammer's cute.

I'd have gone for a bigger one, but if it's too heavy

for you, Devon, I understand.

You know what your problem is?

You're all hat, no cattle.

Hey!

Get some air.

Anna Vorpe finally gonna get her little hands dirty, huh?

You think I haven't?

I may not have been a POW like you,

but I've been left for dead once.

11 hours slowly sinking next to a burning oil field,

while my rescue squad was waiting on approvals

to carry out the search.

I almost died because of standards and protocols.

So I made a vow there that if I were to survive

and if I ever got the chance to defend my country again,

I'd do it on my own terms.

I think you took the wrong lesson there, Anna.

You don't believe that.

No, I've watched you these past three months.

Watched you change who you are to keep up with us.

Cell by cell, molecule by molecule.

You did good.

Now you sit here acting like you're still the same person.

But you're not.

No matter what you tell yourself,

you'll never look at that badge the same way again.

They found us.

We need to move.

Take cover!

Moving.

- Isaiah, they're retreating. - Copy.

Push.

Stay down. I said stay down!

Drop it.

This how you want to play, Zidan?

- Sneaking around like a bitch. - I said drop it!

You wasted months of your life, for what?

Spying on us?

It's all the same, man.

- Badge, no badge. - No.

It matters how we do things, or nothing matters!

So do it.

Kill your fellow American.

Do it!

You know I would.

Your call, OA.

You gonna leave me hanging?

You're under arrest, Devon.

Anna Vorpe.

Jubal Valentine.

You mind stepping out of the car?

Turn around.

I, Omar Adam Zidan, do solemnly swear

to support and defend the Constitution

of the United States against all enemies,

foreign and domestic, that I take this obligation freely

without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion

and that I will well and faithfully discharge

the duties of the office upon which I'm about to enter,

so help me God.

Welcome back to the bureau.

Whoo!

Oh.

Welcome home.

I'm really sorry, Mags.

About how long it took me to reach out.

Yeah, that was hard.

I think what was hard was that there were some days

where I really thought you had died.

That I was never gonna figure out what happened.

If I got caught, there was a chain of communication.

It would have been like giving them a target list.

I know.

I think the worst part is that I just

didn't know how to have your back

when we were an ocean apart.

Well, now you don't have to.

No, I don't.

Mm.

You must be happy to see that again.

Yeah.