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[phone clatters]

[light dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[birds calling]

[boat horn blares]

- Thanks for meeting me, Sam.

- I almost didn't.

Something this sensitive should never leave the lab, Mr. Perry.

- Well, it's your research, isn't it?

- It belongs to the university.

- No. It belongs to me.

My direct support.

What's important is, does it work?

- I wouldn't be here if it didn't work.

Those gaps in SATCOM I was telling you about...

- Mm-hmm? - Well, as of today,

my program can utilize those gaps

to isolate any military or intelligence satellite in orbit.

- Isolate? - Isolate.

- As in manipulate, redirect?

- Or shut them down.

Completely.

The vulnerability has always been there.

I'm just the first to figure it out.

[bullet whizzes] I--

- Oh!

♪ ♪

- What--

you didn't have to do that.

His work is done!

Th--the program's ours!

- You had your orders, I have mine.

You leave now. I take care of him.

- You've been following me?

No. I'm done.

I'm outtie-- I don't wanna be a part of this.

- You took our money, remember?

You're part of this until we tell you you are done.

Tomorrow night, when we have access.

- Access?

You just killed our access. He was our access!

- Now you are.

- The program is only operational

on the lab's console.

How do you expect me to get access to the lab's console?

- Your problem, not ours.

Get us in. Then, and only then,

are you finished.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[car engine rumbling]

- Carl Shannon? [engine shuts down]

- Yeah, you're looking at him.

- Bill Goodman.

You worked with my dad.

- Oh.

Oh, my God.

[chuckles]

You are a spitting image.

[chuckles]

Look at that. You got the watch.

I was with him when he bought this piece of junk.

- No kidding.

- I'm sorry to hear about your father.

He was a--a good man. A good friend.

He was cheap,

but, uh, he was a good man.

- He was. Thank you.

- Come on inside. Let's talk.

- All right. Beautiful car.

- Yeah. You should see the other ones.

Yeah, so your dad and I worked together in Tbilisi.

Yeah--but, you know, I can't really talk about Palomar.

You understand.

- Can you at least tell me what my dad

was doing in Soviet Georgia? - The usual.

You know, saving the world.

And where is our parade, huh? [chuckles]

- I mean, what are we talking? Influence peddling?

Violence?

- Son,

you don't really want to know.

- All due respect-- - I know you think you do.

But whatever it is you're looking for,

it's not at the end of this road, hm?

- So you were partners with my dad.

- Oh, with Big Bad Bob? Yeah.

- Big Bad, huh? - Oh, yeah.

Yeah, we were real close. Thick as thieves.

If you got into trouble, he's the one you called.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

And I was always getting into trouble.

[chuckles]

- Look, I know everything on Palomar's redacted.

[tense music]

And we both know you don't redact good news.

♪ ♪

- We did what we were asked.

- Hm.

Where's the morality in that?

- Think about what you've done in the line of duty.

Would you want your son digging into that?

♪ ♪

- I'm sorry.

- I thought when you said 10:30,

you meant Eastern Standard Time.

- I'm so sorry. It couldn't be helped.

- Are you gonna elaborate?

- [sighs] It was a--a patient.

I thought I'd seen the last of her.

But, uh, no, she is back,

and she is just as messed up as ever,

if you pardon the psychiatric jargon.

- People are incapable of change, Brad.

[chuckles] - Oh, really?

Is that your experience, is it?

- Well, it's one of divorce's only free lessons.

- [chuckles] How is the abominable ex-husband?

- He was an ostentatious prick when I married him,

and now, 15 years and one kid later,

he is himself.

- [chuckles] - He is himself.

That's him.

He insisted on buying out an entire table

for tomorrow night's school fundraiser event.

[phone rumbling]

- The crème de la crème does curdle all the same.

- [chuckles] [phone beeps]

- Well, at least you'll-- you'll have your boss

there with you, right?

The, um-- what's his name again,

the one with the twin daughters?

- Allen. - Allen.

- Perry. - Allen Perry.

- Yeah. - International man of mystery.

- Maybe, in his own mind.

The event is in his calendar, so--

he does have some meeting with his

East Asian government contacts.

Won't tell me what time, won't tell me who...

[phone rumbling] But why should I know?

I'm just his COO.

[chuckles] [phone rumbling]

Do you need to get that?

- No. No, sorry.

I'm all yours.

- Apparently not.

Looks to me that you're very busy.

Which I understand, because also I am very busy.

I don't have time for this. - Please.

No, Meghan, I'm on call. - Don't bother. Don't bother.

[tense music]

- That's good.

Hey, look who I found lurking in the halls.

- Hey. - At long last.

Our prodigal science and technology analyst returns.

How you doing, Baxter? - Doing well, Colin.

- Hey, Bill, come meet Dr. Jeffrey Baxter.

He's fresh off a rotation in Budapest.

- I heard it's beautiful. I've never been.

- Yeah. Oh, I can tell.

I'm sorry.

I--I'm used to much shorter greetings.

You see, in Budapest, they typically don't--

- Fascinating as ever, Baxter.

Listen, it's on--

Allen Perry's meeting with government officials

from East Asia. - Meghan confirmed? When?

- All she said is imminently. - Hey, who's Meghan?

- Oh, one of his casual flings.

- Not a fling, Bill.

A well-connected, albeit unwitting target.

- I bet you say that to all the girls you pretend to date.

- Her son attends Beecham Day.

It's one of the most elite private schools in Manhattan.

- Direct access to foreign dignitaries,

diplomats, titans of industry.

Half of a dozen parents with ties to

foreign interference campaigns.

- Including her boss, Allen Perry.

Venture capital investor and the most valuable

person of interest that my time with Meghan has produced.

- Perry has a deep history of travel to Belarus,

Kyiv, Philippines, Beijing. - Look at this.

Shady business deals with sanctioned oligarchs.

Throw in a brand-new offshore account in the Caymans.

What do you got?

- Recruitable asset ripe for the leveraging.

- If he's meeting with foreign officials,

it could be our best opportunity.

Let's see where it goes. - Yeah, let's get to work.

- I'm driving.

- Good to have you back, mate.

Your dad's friend, how'd it go?

- No big deal.

It's fine. - What, just fine?

- There was one thing he said that stuck with me.

- What? He thought you'd be taller?

- [chuckles]

Would I want my kid looking into my professional past

after I'm gone?

Maybe he's right.

Maybe I don't wanna know.

Or this whole goose chase is just a distraction.

My dad's gone. I can't change that.

- Maybe you should play the shrink.

- Here he comes.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[car beeps]

Baxter, come in.

- We hear you loud and clear.

- Is Allen Perry on any flight manifests

out of Havemeyer airport today?

- Not that I'm seeing.

- Well, he's got four guys with him now.

- Yeah, and they don't seem to be strangers.

- Where are you going?

- Get a closer look.

♪ ♪

[camera shutter snapping]

Just sent a photo for facial rec.

[computer chirping]

- OK, we got a match. Main guy's Pak Yo-Sung.

Codename Bokbyeong. High-ranking officer with RGB.

- Isn't that the guy that orchestrated

the poisoning of those South Korean diplomats?

Heavy hitter.

- Damn it, it's not a government source at all.

It's intelligence they're after.

OK, we're a step behind.

Allen Perry has already been recruited by North Korea.

Stay on him.

- Colin, they're headed your way.

Get out of there.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- We're gonna have to follow.

Tell me when they've pulled away.

- You sure? You look so comfortable.

- I'm lying on my flip phone.

- [chuckles]

♪ ♪

- All right, Speedy Gonzalez. Stay back.

- I am back.

- Nikki, we up on a drone? - We don't need a drone.

[tires screech]

- Keep your eyes on the road. You're losing him.

- Oh, now you want me to speed up.

- Oh, easy. [tires screeching]

[car horn honks]

Oh, you're not gonna make it. You're not to make it.

You're not gonna make it!

[tires screeching]

- You all right? - Just about.

Nikki, we're no longer in pursuit.

Please tell us you're still up on the drone.

- Yeah, drone is on its way.

- Ah, look at this.

- Your poor car.

- You hate this car.

- Well, yeah, it's the worst car I've ever been in, Bill.

- Damn it!

I'll call a tow.

What is Pak Yo-Sung even doing here?

- I don't know, but RGB doesn't send an officer of his rank

without a compelling reason. - [sighs]

♪ ♪

- Hi. Guys, you remember Tom Morris,

Defense Intelligence? - Gentlemen.

- Tom. - You've been read in?

- Uh, kind of, sort of.

Topline, you attempted to recruit

Allen Perry as an asset,

but his dance card was already full.

RGB out of North Korea got a hold of him.

- Very succinct, Tom.

- I love how everything you say sounds

at least one third sarcastic.

- I love a man who knows his fractions.

- OK, yeah.

So, um, we started preliminary surveillance,

but it appears the Pak Yo-Sung has already been working him.

- Drone followed them to a parking garage,

but they must have swapped cars.

No idea where they took Allen Perry.

- I might have something that's unrelated,

but then again, definitely isn't.

Uh, new guy, find the photos I sent.

Throw them up on the big screen.

OK.

Image on the left is of the DMZ four weeks ago,

the other from this morning.

You all see what's going on.

- Yeah, a rather striking increase in the heat signature.

- Troops are moving north. What does Pyongyang say?

- Military is calling it a training exercise.

- Meantime, the RGB sends operatives here

to carry out business with Allen?

Seems somehow related.

- We need to know why, except that Allen Perry

is currently MIA.

- Well, we do know where he's gonna be.

Tomorrow night. Hudson Heights Planetarium,

he's at a fundraiser for Beecham Day.

- So we think he's gonna step out of whatever deal

he's working to go to a party?

- Well, Meghan said he was being evasive about

who he was meeting and where.

I'm thinking that maybe this meeting

is happening at the party.

- Room full of half-drunks and millionaires

and plenty of security?

Good place to conduct foreign espionage.

- Planetarium is on a college campus.

Troves of intel to be gleaned there.

- Finagle an invite.

We'll send Bill in, under separate cover.

- Yeah, uh, about that.

Listen, our last rendezvous

didn't have the most promising ending.

- I don't understand.

Isn't being charming and handsome 99% of your job?

- Well, thankfully, it's not yours, eh, Tom?

I've got a lot of plates to keep spinning.

- It's a real tough life,

tracking a dozen beautiful single women.

- Uh, Bill please. A little respect?

Some of them are married.

- Apologize.

Get your ass invited to that fundraiser.

We'll get a FISA order for surveillance after you do.

- OK.

♪ ♪

- Hi, Brad.

- Hey, Meghan. Hi.

- Hi. [chuckles]

What are you doing here?

- I, uh--I've got a house call just down the road.

Couldn't possibly face it without a vanilla latte.

- [chuckles] Yeah.

- Listen, I-I'm glad I banged into you, actually, 'cause--

well, I feel terrible about yesterday.

I was gonna text you, but I was hoping maybe

you'd let me make it up to you.

- No, I don't think so. - No?

- Nah. Probably just let it fizzle out.

- OK. - Yeah.

- Seems like a waste of perfectly good carbonation.

- I mean, come on.

We see each other once every few weeks,

and lately you have not even been there.

So at this point, it's just a little

too casual for the effort.

- Right. - Thank you.

- Well, um, how's about this for effort?

Dinner, tonight. Wine, candles.

Bread basket.

- No, 'cause I have the fundraiser.

- Right. Fundraiser.

Sorry, forgot.

Well, I'm sure you've probably got some

dashing date lined up to make that ex-husband

of yours incredibly jealous.

But, um, if you haven't,

I mean, my schedule's wide open.

- [chuckles]

You're nothing if not persistent.

- I've heard that.

[upbeat jazz music]

♪ ♪

Wow. It's quite the place, isn't it?

- Yeah.

I'm gonna go check in with the auctioneer real quick.

- Yeah, of course. - Yeah.

- I'll, uh-- I'll grab some bubbles.

- Yeah.

- Thank you.

- What's your connection to the school, sir?

- Well, look at you.

Press pass is a nice touch.

Why isn't it tucked into the ribbon of your fedora?

- On the contrary, Bill, I think you make

a very convincing journalist.

- Everyone clear on the plan?

- Yes.

Isolate Allen Perry, plant the listening device,

then keep him in our sights.

- Here she comes. Happy hunting.

- Thank you.

All good? - Yeah, it's great.

- You ready? - Mm.

[both chuckle]

♪ ♪

- OK, I think we are table four.

- Uh-huh. - There. Yeah. Ooh.

[clicks tongue] Table 10.

That's the ex, Evan.

- What, velvet tux?

- Yeah. Lego head. - [chuckles]

Oh, and there's your boss.

Yeah, hold on, hold on.

Let's, um--let's remember why we're here, shall we?

This is supposed to be the fun part.

- No, no. - No, come on, come on.

- No. - Yes, come on.

Remember, you're in control, not him.

- So now I'm on three boards,

which is two too many, if you ask me.

You do not say no to the Guggenheim

Young Collectors Council.

- [chuckles] Especially at your age.

Hi, everyone. This is Brad.

Brad, this is everyone--

or you prefer Brad or Dr. Saenz?

- No, no, no. Brad--Brad is fine.

No need for formalities. - [chuckles]

- Word of advice, Brad.

Don't tell anyone here what you do.

They'll never leave you alone. - [chuckles]

- Isn't that right, Allen? - Mm.

- Man can't even finish his salad without someone

pitching him an investment. - Ah, right.

Yes. No, I've heard, actually.

Meghan's told me all about him.

But, uh, don't worry. I'm not really into finance.

You know, you lose someone's uncle,

you move on, but you lose someone's money--

- Oh, yeah, people don't like losing money.

I can confirm that.

- No, they do not. - Excuse me.

Did I hear you're a doctor?

- I warned you. - I have adrenal insufficiency.

I know I shouldn't be drinking, but it's a party, right?

Anyway, I'm two glasses in and feeling a little off.

Should I use my cortisol injection?

- Um, well, actually, I'm-- I'm just a psychiatrist, so--

- She just wants your opinion.

- Right. Yeah, no.

- Yeah. - Yeah, um, do you mind if I--

- Oh. - Oh, that feels--

that feels good. I'd skip the injection for now.

But stick to water.

And, uh, if you do start to feel faint,

then just call your endocrinologist's

after-hours lines, OK? - OK.

- OK. - Hm.

I told you people are crazy. - You severely undersold it.

- [chuckles]

- All right, here we go. [beep]

What brings you out to support Beecham Day?

- I went for the big one 'cause I want it

to be bigger than Evan's. - It's good.

It's perfect.

- [exhales] You know,

that's enough champagne for me. - OK.

- I think I'm gonna get a real drink.

- [chuckles]

Don't be too long. - I won't be.

- [exhales sharply]

- Allen's on his own, heading to the bar.

- Time to initiate tag-team protocol.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

- This is, uh, some event, isn't it?

Meghan's done a great job. - Oh, yeah.

These things are all the same.

- Uh, scotch on the rocks, please.

Thank you. - Brad Saenz?

[chuckles] I thought I recognized you.

Andrew Taft, "New York Magazine."

- Oh, right. Yes, of course.

Nice to see you again. - Yeah, you, too.

I'm doing a piece on the gala circuit.

Sorry to interrupt. - No.

I've been following your work.

Impressive. - [scoffs]

- Hey, you think I can get you on the record?

- Uh, what, now? Um--

- Five minutes, tops. Promise.

You can time me.

- Uh, well, I mean, if you're gonna interview someone,

you really should be interviewing this guy here,

'cause he has made a lot of people

in this room a lot of money. - Ah, no it's--

- Is that so? Hey, don't be bashful.

How about I interview you both?

- Five minutes?

- Yeah, sure. Why not? - Five minutes.

- Thank you. Means a lot.

OK, got some mics for you here.

Set you up here.

Looking sharp.

- Thank you. - What publication?

- "New York Magazine." You heard of me?

- Not you, but the publication, yes.

- Well, I won't take it personally.

Let's get a, uh, "test, test" here.

- Test, test, test. - Test.

- Oh, yeah, we're up on him. - Perfect.

All right, let's get started. - All right.

♪ ♪

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- So he put down another $50k.

Hey! What's the rush?

You're that reporter guy I keep hearing about, right?

- That's me.

Yeah, you know, I'll be right with you.

- Hang on, hang on.

I'm gonna do you a favor.

I am gonna grant you an exclusive interview.

- Uh, that's-- - No, trust me.

Trust me. Your editor's gonna flip.

- Well-- - Come on.

You a bourbon guy? - Not tonight.

- Yeah, you are tonight. Come on.

- Lost the target. I do not have eyes.

- Colin? - Negative.

- Pak, is that you? - Over here.

- Pak? As in Yo-Sung, the RGB officer?

Who invited that guy to a party?

- Bill, the North Korean contingent

is somewhere on campus. You need to locate them

and find out what they're doing.

- All these doors are locked. Elevators aren't operational.

Colin, did he come back your way?

- Impossible. I would have seen him.

- Then where the hell is he?

[lock beeps, buzzes]

- [whispers] All right.

All right, come on.

- We'll take it from here.

- The computer's over there.

[knocking]

- You said we were clear. - We were. We are.

I got it. [knocking]

Yep, what's going on?

- No guests permitted in this area.

- Yeah, yeah, I'm on the Board of Trustees.

I know you're just doing your job,

but I assure you, - Please, back up--

- Right now, what you need to do, take--

[muffled gunshots]

- Were those gunshots?

- Why would you do that?

- You were followed. - You said no more bodies.

- Changed my mind. - No, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait--

- That's another shot fired.

- Wait, did Pak just neutralize his own asset?

- [speaking Korean] - Service elevator.

- Two speakers. Pak's giving orders.

- Service elevator, no cameras.

- Sounds like they're moving the bodies.

Three shots fired.

Allen might already be dead.

- Are we blown?

- I don't think so.

They seem spooked,

but they're not operational yet.

- Means they'll be on high alert.

- Think we lost the feed. - We didn't lose it.

I just killed it.

If Pak sweeps for frequencies,

I don't want him tracing it to us.

- OK, supposing Allen is dead, that means

all the RGB wanted from him was access.

And since they've already delivered--

- A U.S. citizen was just murdered

by a foreign adversary on our soil.

Someone wanna tell me what we're doing about that?

- Before we bring in the big guns,

we gotta find these guys.

- I mean, this campus is huge.

We have no idea where they're at.

- Yeah, well, you're the journalist.

Get the story.

- Congratulations. Great turnout.

Beautiful venue.

- Did anybody tell you that the Whitney

was actually our original venue and it fell through?

- No one did. OK? - Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

- Do tell.

- Allen said that they double-booked us.

- Luckily, this place was available.

- Yeah, apparently, he just swooped in

and secured it at the last minute.

- Well, he saved the day, huh? - [chuckles]

- Interesting.

So the university was Allen's choice.

- Yeah.

- Excuse me. Do I look like a tourist in Cabo?

It's sailboarding, Brad.

- Sailboarding. Sorry.

- Just you out on the open ocean,

reading waves, managing risk.

- Managing risk. Wow, you sound like Allen.

- You talk about him way too much.

I thought my wife was your date.

- Ex-wife.

But, um-- [chuckles]

yeah, all right, full disclosure, you got me.

I, uh--I actually came into a bit of money recently,

and, uh, I keep hearing what a savvy investor he is.

- "The next SpaceX."

That's what I'm hearing.

He's bankrolling some grad student.

I don't know, computer science.

What's with all the cloak and dagger?

That's what I wanna know.

It's the worst when these guys keep their biggest winners

for themselves, you know?

- We got it. Or we got something.

Allen Perry was funding research conducted

by grad student Sam Freeman.

Not through his fund.

His own money. - You can confirm?

- Historical cell phone location data.

I can place Freeman in the same room as Allen Perry

a dozen times over the last month.

- What's this computer geek working on?

- I don't know for sure.

But he did publish an article-- an academic paper last year.

"Interference of In-Orbit Data Transmission."

Satellite hacking.

It was a paper on satellite hacking.

- North Korean troops are amassing at the border.

If they can delay U.S. response and hack our satellites,

manipulate our ability to monitor them,

the guided missiles won't be able to mark targets.

- They'd steamroll over South Korea.

Any counter would be flying blind.

We need Pak in our custody.

- He's gotta be somewhere in that campus.

- What about this student, Sam Freeman?

- Something's wrong there.

- OK, so this Sam Freeman's project's in play here.

Where is he? - Missing for 36 hours.

His phone hasn't pinged. I think--

- Yeah, we think, too.

- OK, well, what about his lab? Where's that?

- It's in a basement. Abnormal power usage.

Isolated network traffic.

I'll direct you. - Great.

[tense music]

What are you waiting for?

- Next step. - [screams]

- Hands! Put your hands up!

- [screaming] - Don't' move! Don't move!

Hands up! [gunfire]

[panicked shouting]

Hands--hands up! Hands up!

Stay! Stay! Hands up. Hands up!

- Nobody move! - Hands up!

- [shouting in Korean]

May I have your attention, please?

Apologies for barging in,

but I have important business here

that cannot be interrupted.

This belongs to someone in this room.

Who wishes to disturb our business?

[suspenseful music]

[gunfire]

- Phones in the bag, now!

Any other devices.

Don't make me ask twice.

- Hey. Hey, hey!

- Hurry up!

- [speaking Korean]

- [speaking Korean]

- [indistinct shouting]

- If these guys can't continue without eliminating the threat,

it means we can still stop them.

- Yeah, we gotta keep all these people safe first.

- Oh, God! - Shut up!

- Excuse me? Sir?

I think I know how we can resolve this amicably.

- Hey, Evan? Evan, don't.

- Don't worry, Doc. I got this.

This is what I do.

Look, I don't know anything about any spies,

but if it's money you want,

just please,

name your price.

Yeah?

[gunshot]

[people screaming] [groaning]

He shot me. - It's OK. It's OK.

- Perhaps now you will take this seriously.

Someone in this crowd is intent on stopping us.

Step forward now, or the next bullet

goes into someone's skull.

[suspenseful music]

- Colin, Bill, are you there?

Still nothing.

- Momentary signal interference.

- Pentagon's crawling up my ass.

They want answers. I'd love to provide them,

but I'm not a computer science engineer.

So walk me through this, Dexter.

- It's Baxter,

and I'm not a computer science engineer either, so--

- Baxter, what are we looking at?

- Sam Freeman, he is a software engineer.

He developed a program capable of exploiting

communication vulnerabilities in our satellite software.

- If you have a reset button, try it again.

- So here's how it works--

from a fixed location-- - Like say,

computer console inside a secret underground lab?

- Yeah.

They inject any given satellite with his malware software,

cutting off that satellite from everything and everyone else.

- So if the North Koreans cross that border,

we won't be able to track them?

- Pak Yo-Sung took control of that nerve center

and then killed Allen Perry

to tie up loose ends.

- Are they operational yet?

- There's no evidence of it. - Nikki's right.

As you can see, we're still up on the satellites over the DMZ.

- Wait--what the hell was that? - What?

- That! There it is again.

[ominous music]

- Judas Priest! It's happening right now.

- North Korea took down our satellites.

The software works.

- Your boys need to get to that lab before they do the same

to the entire NATO alliance.

Where are they?

- Baxter, run the diagnostics on those comms.

- I'm on it.

♪ ♪

- [panting, groaning]

[sighs] OK.

- Time for a Hail Mary. - Yeah.

- [whimpering]

- Follow my lead.

♪ ♪

- Hey, hey, hey. - I'm a doctor.

I'm a doctor, and that woman there

is suffering from stress-related adrenal crisis.

Her blood pressure is plummeting,

and she will go into cardiac arrest at any moment.

- That's not my concern.

- Well, it is mine, so please let me help her.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [whimpers]

- If she dies, you will be next.

- Fair enough.

Fair enough.

♪ ♪

Hey. - I feel fine, really.

- I need you to take some deep breaths for me.

Do you have your cortisol injection?

You do.

OK.

Well, your heart rate is really dropping, so, um--

yeah, let me get you on the floor.

Uh, can someone give me a hand here, please?

- Sure, I--I can help. - Here we go.

OK. Let's get nice and comfy here.

If you could, uh, grab a chair.

I need to get, uh-- her feet above her heart.

- Sure.

- Try and get this heart rate down.

- What are you doing?

They'll kill us.

- Don't worry about them.

You just focus on me. All right? OK.

Just, uh, one more time before we do this.

♪ ♪

Oh, this is working, actually.

Her heart rate's coming down quite nicely.

[both chuckle]

Thank you so much. - Of course.

- Thank you.

I think we can actually skip the injection today.

♪ ♪

- That was PACOM.

None of our satellites are communicating.

- What about our allies? - Total blackout.

Nobody knows what the hell's going on.

The shutdown happened 20 minutes ago.

If we try a preemptive strike,

we're walking into a damn buzzsaw.

- Uh, their comms seem to be disabled.

- Then I need you to call in the cavalry.

- These are highly sophisticated

intelligence officers-- - We are way past that.

It is "kick in the door" time.

You heard me. Make the call!

- You are here as a courtesy.

DIA has no authority in this station.

You don't get to tell me what to do.

- Our people's lives are on the line.

- I know that.

- My daughter's life is on the line.

[ominous music]

[exhales deeply]

She's at the JSA in Panmunjom.

With UN command.

[sighs]

She'll be caught in the crossfire.

So, please,

I am begging you,

make the call.

- I'm sorry, Tom, I didn't know.

[somber music]

Baxter, see if you can hack into their security systems,

and then we'll scramble Ground Branch.

♪ ♪

[gunfire, people screaming]

- The doctor's visit is over! - Oh, OK, OK.

- We have work to do.

This is taking too long.

Either someone admits to being the spy right now,

or we will begin shooting each of you, one by one.

Fine.

Have it your way.

♪ ♪

- No, no, no, no, no, no. - [screaming]

- Leave her alone!

- Start with her. - No.

[screams] - Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

You don't have to do that.

I know who your spy is.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- You know who the spy is?

- That's right.

- Then let's hear it.

- It's him.

- Who do you think you are?

- You've been checking the exits since you got here,

haven't you? Planning a quick getaway.

- [speaks Korean]

- You think you should be in charge.

I should take the word of a hostage?

- I study people for a living. This is what I do.

If you don't believe me, just--

I don't know, just check his pockets or something.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Korean]

[phone ringing]

- [speaking Korean]

- [speaking Korean]

- Hands up. Up!

Everybody out! Go!

[suspenseful music]

- Hey. Hey.

You feel that?

That's your heart trying to break out of your chest.

You've got about 30 seconds till it stops.

So tell me where that cell jammer is,

and I'll maybe give you the antidote.

- Pocket.

Pocket.

- Good lad.

- There's no antidote, is there?

- Nope.

Sounded scary, though, didn't it?

Baxter, can you hear me?

- Hey, they're back up. Colin, we're here.

You guys OK? - Yeah, we are.

Thanks for asking.

Now, where are we going? - I got you.

♪ ♪

- Step away from the console.

- Sorry, but you're too late.

- Don't even think about it. - [screams, thuds]

[muffled gunfire]

[man grunts]

[screams]

[gun clicks]

- Drop the gun!

Now! - Do what he says.

Do what he says!

- Let me give you some room.

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

- You good? - Yeah.

I need to get these satellites back online.

- Yes, sir.

I understand.

I'm on with General Carlson right now.

I do not think we're there yet.

We have a team on the ground as we speak.

Copy. Stand by.

Now you listen to me, Carlson.

You are way over your skis on this one.

I don't care who ordered it--

our fusion cell needs more time.

Fine, but if this devolves into World War III

it's your head in the guillotine.

Yeah. Up yours as well.

[sighs] - Everything OK?

- We don't get our satellites back on,

Combined Forces Command will have no choice

but to launch preemptive action on North Korea.

Do you realize what that means?

- I'm trying my best here.

- Try harder.

- You have exactly two minutes.

- Oh, OK.

- Baxter, you're gonna have to talk me through this.

What are we dealing with?

- Uh, the malware infecting our satellites

is running under the cover of a systems watchdog.

I have a list of access codes,

but I don't know which one is the shutoff,

so I'll have to try them all.

- Oh, great, well, we've got 60 seconds,

so plenty of time for that.

- Start with "wdog underscore reap."

Let me know when you have it.

♪ ♪

- Nothing happened

- OK, next try "netbois underscore helper."

- Nope. Come on, Baxter.

We're running out of time here.

- We are a minute away from launching an invasion

on a sovereign nation.

- Shut it down!

[tense music]

[keyboard clacking]

- OK, too late.

I'm gonna have to do a hard reset.

[gunfire]

- What the hell was that?

- He shot the computer.

- Just shot the computer?

- I don't know how else to say it.

He shot the computer.

- Hang on. That might have worked.

♪ ♪

- Carlson, stand down. You hear me?

Our satellites are back up,

so you need to call this invasion off right now.

Because I am staring at it on the big board.

So you either pull your troops back,

or I will come over there myself

and feed you your own soul.

No. I'll call you back.

I need a secure link to the Pentagon.

- Coming right up.

Well, guys, satellite's back up and running.

♪ ♪

- [sighs] God, I hate computers.

- You look good with a gun.

- Hey, we make a hell of a team, doc.

We got it done. - Yeah.

We sure did, Evan.

- Um, I'm gonna be right there, Evan, OK?

[sighs] - You OK?

- What a night. - Yeah. Yeah.

- How did you know how to do all of that?

- I was a--

I was a doctor in the Royal Marines

before I got into the head-shrinking business.

- Yeah, yeah.

And the other guy?

That reporter? - [huffs]

Just a--a good Samaritan, I guess.

New York seems to have a few still.

- Yeah.

When Evan went down, I--

I didn't think about the settlement or the lawyers

or the thousand ways I hate him.

I only thought,

my son's father is dying.

He drives me insane.

But...

we made a person together. [chuckles]

A little life.

And there's no clean break for something like that.

It's just two people--

- Figuring out how to be in the same room together.

- Yeah.

- Well, you're a better person than I am

'cause I don't think I'd be able to do that.

- You take care of yourself, Brad.

- You, too.

- You're more quiet than usual.

Did your unwitting asset break up with you?

- No. It was more of a conscious uncoupling.

Dr. Brad Science MD is gonna take a bit

of time for himself, I think.

- Oh, good for Brad.

What about Colin Glass?

You've spoken with Toni?

- No.

I did sleep with her, though.

- You wanna talk about it? - No, not particularly.

- OK.

- All you need to know is I've got it

completely under control.

- You know, that's exactly what an alcoholic says

before they hit rock bottom. - [chuckles]

- Ah, damn. Look at that.

- Is that supposed to come off? - No.

I guess it's not fight-proof. Hey, you mind?

- Yeah, here.

- Need a light? - Yeah.

Look at that.

- What is it?

- Looks like microdot.

Classified file shrunk down to a millimeter in size.

- Why is there one in my dad's watch?

- We're taking a detour back to my place.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- What? - Take a look.

♪ ♪

- The unredacted Felix Vincente file.

- Mm-hmm.

- Why did my dad hide the file of an international assassin?

What the--

Felix Vincente was a CIA asset?

My dad's asset.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]