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Marie.

I know what you did.

You vibe-coded that UI chat feature, didn't you?

You got me.

Busted.

Yeah. No, I'm just messing with you.

I-it's really nice work.

Anyway, I'll, uh-- I'll catch you later.

Thank you.

Guram Dadiani.

We, uh, found your name on a list, Guram--

special operators deployed by the U.S.

in former Soviet Georgia.

We're looking for another man on that list--

Felix Vincente.

Well, let me jog your memory.

Operation Palomar, 1997.

The U.S. wants regime change in Tbilisi, Georgia.

So we recruit disaffected young men,

and we train them to go into places we can't go,

plant listening devices, bombs.

But then political winds shift in America,

and the program's canceled overnight.

We lost track of those assets.

As far as we can tell now, they're all dead...

except you and Vincente.

Churchkhela--

a little taste of the home country.

Help yourself.

If I help you, I get what...

respect and admiration of CIA?

I want to be in Colorado. I want to see mountains.

Why don't we see how this goes?

Your story has wrong beginning.

Oh, yeah?

They find us, CIA.

But we were not men.

We were children.

They took us into the woods to train us--

surveillance, weapons,

how to get in, how to get out...

how to kill.

Vincente-- teacher's pet, we called him.

And why is that?

Our teacher, Robert Goodman...

Felix Vincente was his favorite.

Like a son he was to Goodman.

But then...

But then what?

You turn us into weapon, then throw us away.

He blamed Goodman for leaving us with nothing.

Maybe if you find him...

Goodman?

He's dead.

Did Vincente get to him?

No.

You sound very sure.

Vincente killed two ex-DEA recently.

Yes?

And yet walks free...

because he was taught well

by a man he swore to kill.

Did he succeed? Who can know?

But I would never bet against Felix Vincente.

My dad died of cancer. That's a fact.

Listen, Bill, that guy in there would say anything.

You can't let it get to you. - No?

How about how my dad, who coached my Little League team,

turned a bunch of naive kids into murderers?

Well, yeah, that sucks.

Understatement of the year.

My dad created a monster who's still out there.

I'm going to catch him.

All right.

And, uh, you want to catch him

'cause it's the right thing to do

or because you want to find him

and ask him once and for all, was my dad a good person?

Both.

Mmm.

Asian swamp eels.

They're wiping out your native species in Florida.

Some of them may have deserved it.

What's up, Jen?

It's been a while.

What do you know about Ubergott?

It's the fastest-growing American AI company--

DOD contracts.

They're set to go public soon.

They're developing a frontier AI model called Tentilla.

So I've heard.

Well, MSS has intel that Ubergott's lawyers

got quite aggressive with China's top AI firms today

out of the blue.

Warned them not to touch any of their IP

if it should come their way.

So they think someone stole their model

and wants to sell it to a Chinese competitor.

You think Ubergott was hacked?

I don't know.

I don't care.

It doesn't matter how it got out.

What matters is, it's out.

If I were you, I'd figure out who's got it, fast.

According to my MSS assets,

an enemy with access to Tentilla

could create a lot of trouble.

No, not--not trouble.

More like a generational paradigm shift

in global geopolitics. - Oh, great.

Have I told you recently how much I hate computers?

Tentilla is supposed to be next level.

Three trillion parameters.

They didn't release it

because the world isn't ready to exist with Tentilla in it.

Well, that's if you believe the company,

which I'm not sure that we should.

But it can access any network system--

I mean, banks, power grid, communications, all of it.

- The Pentagon? - Sure.

We can't afford to be on the wrong side of tech like that.

Yeah, which is why Ubergott

holds $2 billion in defense contracts.

And now someone may have stolen

their most valuable invention.

Gina, Baxter, scour your online resources,

see if you can find any mention of an Ubergott hack.

Colin, Bill, get with the CEO, Jared Fallon,

see what he can tell you.

Okay.

So it wasn't a hack.

Our security system rebuffs hundreds

of hacking attempts a day.

What, is this a rumor from your vaunted intelligence network?

Because there's nothing for you to do here

that I can't do myself.

- Okay, Mr. Fallon. - Jared.

Jared.

If it wasn't a hack, it wasn't the Chinese,

why'd you send your lawyers after them?

You know, maybe we should leak the hack to the press,

see if Jared here is a bit more forthcoming

with the Ubergott investors.

Mm.

It was an inside job, all right?

A pain-in-the-ass engineer named Marie Poquette.

She stole a copy of the new frontier model and...

Tentilla.

Took it right out the front door.

I'm sure she's loaded it to her personal computer by now.

Why do you think she did it?

Because it's worth a trillion dollars to the right buyer.

And, yes, the Chinese and any number of our competitors here

would love to get a look at it, so do the math.

Well, for someone who's got a trillion dollars

wandering around out there, you don't seem overly worried.

Excuse me?

I mean, annoyed, sure, but not worried.

Is that because you got your own personal security team

already out there looking for her?

Yeah, that's not gonna work for us.

We need you to call your team off.

CIA will use its vaunted intelligence network

to help find this woman.

And, uh, you give us

all the details you have so far on the theft.

How does that sound to you?

Or we could shut down your team...

publicly, of course.

So Jared Fallon's cooperating.

I wouldn't call it that, but, yeah.

Yeah, the thief is an engineer--Marie Poquette.

She's, uh, not a master criminal,

so she shouldn't be hard to find.

Ubergott's sending over security footage

and her employee file.

Hey, can you guys still hear me?

Guys, can you hear me? Something's happening.

Hello?

Guys.

Yeah, it's not just there, Nikki.

It was citywide--the whole thing lasted about 60 seconds.

Any casualties?

Car accidents but nothing fatal.

- We got lucky, then. - So, what, it was all a hoax?

There was no bioweapon, no missile,

but the hack got into municipal networks,

emergency broadcast channels, private companies,

all at once, which is not great.

I talked to the lead engineer at Ubergott.

He's looking into the various system logs,

but he could already tell they were using Tentilla.

What did Jared's guys send us about the woman who stole it?

So that's Marie Poquette.

She is...

Employee 11 at Ubergott-- spotless record,

star on the rise until a few months ago,

when she started making complaints at work

about workflows.

Then yesterday, she was seen on a security camera

making a copy of Tentilla.

Well, what's she doing with this puck thing here?

That's Tentilla, etched into glass.

- That works? - It did yesterday.

She walked it through security

inside her water bottle, out the front door,

and then we lose her here.

Is there anything suspicious in her financials?

Well, her savings account is really low,

and she's got a lot of debt.

So she's broke,

in possession of a trillion-dollar cyberweapon

and just ran a 60-second commercial for it.

We cannot let this thing get loose.

- You mean more loose. - Looser.

Gina, Baxter, dark-web auction chatter--

anyone shopping a frontier model.

Colin, Bill, Marie's place-- she might be long gone by now,

but anything you can find on a potential buyer.

Go. - Okay.

Olivia, I really had no idea

that you were coming for a visit.

How's D.C.?

Oh, you know, busy as it ever was.

I just had to come into town to take a few meetings.

Mm.

You know, funny timing, though.

Um, I wasn't here but half an hour,

and I heard that two of your boys

were having a meeting with Guram Dadiani.

Ah. Mm.

That doesn't mean anything to you?

Nikki, why are two of your officers

visiting with high-security prisoners

without your knowledge?

They're gathering intel. That's their job.

Well, I mean, yes,

but isn't it also your job

to know exactly what's going on?

And especially when it comes to Felix Vincente.

Appreciated the heads-up on him, by the way.

I'll talk to my guys.

No.

You'll get them to stop digging.

I appreciate the suggestion, but...

you're not in charge here.

Nikki, please don't forget that you have a lot at stake

in this Vincente business as well.

I suggest you act accordingly.

It's always good to see you.

Clear.

As expected, she's not here.

Okay, well, seeing as we've come all this way,

we may as well have a look around.

Well, she uses Post-it notes.

Apparently, she's out of Dijon mustard.

Password-protected, naturally.

I wouldn't peg this as the apartment of a cyberterrorist.

I mean, apart from the computer,

everything else is analog--

antique furniture, a green thumb, vinyl.

Yeah, well, it doesn't change the fact

that she helped build a dangerous AI model,

then disappeared with it.

She will be held accountable, if anything.

Oh, my God. Who the hell are you?

- Easy. - Stay back.

You a friend of Marie's?

- Marie, are you in there? - She's not here.

Bill, do your thing. - Yeah.

I'm just gonna grab my credentials.

Special Agent Bill Goodman-- we're with the FBI.

And you are?

Cecile, Marie's sister.

Okay, Cecile, why don't we put the mace away

and have a chat?

Is Marie okay?

I-I have been calling and texting ever since

that--that crazy stuff happened this morning, and no response.

Is that why you're here? Did something happen to her?

Is she okay?

We think your sister was involved in the cyberattack.

W-wait, what? That's insane. She would never--

The tech she's been working on is worth a lot of money

to the right buyer.

Oh, okay, okay. You don't know Marie.

You don't know anything about her.

She didn't get into AI for the money.

She--she did it for me.

I was born with an autoimmune disease.

It's fatal and rare.

Practically no one's bothered researching it.

We took out loans, we paid for every experimental drug--

nothing worked.

So my sister, 'cause she's a genius,

built an AI model to find a treatment, and it worked.

She's the only reason I'm still here.

Okay, maybe.

All we know is that your sister stole an AI model

that was used to terrorize New York City,

and now no one knows where she is, not even you.

Guess we're not the only ones looking for Marie.

Four of them, may be armed.

Cecile, we need to leave right now.

- Where are we going? - Grab your bag. Let's go.

- But-- - Let's go.

We'll take the stairs. Come on.

Clear.

What's going on? Who were those guys?

Let's find out later, shall we?

From a distance.

- Must be after Tentilla. - Yeah.

Oh, my God, we have to find my sister.

Hopefully before they do.

Hold on.

- Are they chasing us? - Looks that way.

But we're not gonna let them catch us, are we, Bill?

I saw you in my apartment.

Marie?

You need to stop looking for me.

What the--

Marie, they just saved my life.

I think they can help you. Where are you?

- I'm okay, Cece. - We're being followed.

Can you hack their car?

It isn't networked.

But I can help you get away from them.

I just need a little more time.

We're out of time. They're gaining on us.

Okay, speed up.

Not happening. All I got is red lights.

Not anymore.

Okay, turn right up ahead. - That's a dead-end alley.

- Turn right. - Hang on.

- Okay, left through the gate. - Here, here, here.

Very impressive, Marie.

But now we need you to hand over the model.

I'm not a terrorist, okay?

I'm trying to wake people up.

What I did today...

All that chaos--

it took me 15 minutes with Tentilla.

We're all just scrolling our way to Armageddon.

Yeah, well, a judge is gonna decide

if you're doing a public service

or committing a crime. - Hey, hey.

Marie, listen, we can protect you, okay?

You and Cecile, but time is of the essence.

Marie, are you still there?

Take Cece somewhere safe.

I'll meet you, but it's on my terms.

Deal?

Yes. Deal.

Nikki, where are we at?

Cecile and her security detail

just arrived at the NYPD safe house.

Okay, good. You manage to track down the Hellcat?

We followed traffic-cam footage to a dead end--

stolen plates.

But the VIN traced back to SRV Beam Inc.,

which is a shell company for Chinese intelligence.

My asset said Beijing would pay anything for the model.

Luckily for us, it's not for sale.

The "Times," CNN, and "60 Minutes"

all confirmed what Marie told you.

An anonymous whistleblower from Ubergott

made contact last week,

promised a big story and follow-up.

So Marie isn't a thief, per se,

just a well-intentioned little felon.

Yeah, sure.

Or she's an arsonist putting out a fire she helped set.

Yeah--

Either way, we still need to bring Marie

and Tentilla in safely.

What did she ask for?

She wants to meet us at the old Pearson Bank in Brooklyn.

We come alone, or she bolts.

But I really don't think she understands

how much she's out of her depth here.

We'll convince her to see sense.

Good. Go.

Bill.

I bet I know what you're thinking.

Yeah, head on a swivel. Could be a trap.

Yeah, well, anything could be a trap, Bill.

Go on, then. After you.

Well, Marie certainly has a flair for the theatrical,

doesn't she?

Follow my voice,

and take the stairs down toward the vault.

Over here.

Open sesame.

Definitely not a trap, right?

Hi.

Marie?

I, uh--I love the choice of venue.

Most lockable doors I could find on short notice.

Impressive. Now open this one and hand over the model.

Not yet.

I have one more request...

immunity.

Well, we can--

we can certainly talk about that, Marie.

Well, if you want Tentilla, I need some assurance

that I'm not gonna be prosecuted.

No, no, no. Listen to me, Marie.

The next men that come looking for you,

they're gonna have that tablet in their hands

before your body hits the floor.

All right, jeez, Bill, enough vinegar for today, please.

Marie...

listen, we know you're scared.

And we can take you to Cecile, and we can end all of this.

But in order to do that,

we need you and that cyberweapon of yours

to come with us right now.

I didn't set out to build a weapon.

I thought we were gonna save the world,

end climate change, war, disease

with this tech that's, like, a million times smarter

and faster than we are, but...

but we're losing control of it.

It's becoming so dangerous,

and no one's willing to slow down.

Because what if China beats us?

What if Russia or Iran--

What the hell is that?

What is this?

You promised me--

Marie, those are not our people.

Call for backup. - Oh, wouldn't that be nice?

No service.

Okay, listen, Marie,

this message to the world of yours--

it won't be worth a damn

if these people get hold of Tentilla.

We have to move now. Open these doors.

Marie, look, we can still get out of here,

but you need to start trusting the two of us right now

if we're gonna get out of here alive, okay?

Open the door. - Out of time!

Marie.

Marie.

Marie, they're gonna blow this door.

Please let us in.

Okay. Go, go, go, go, go.

Come with me. Go, go, go. Get down, get down, get down.

Marie, what else can that thing control?

T-the doors, some--some security cams. I--

- Okay-- - Oh, we're fish in a barrel.

What about the lights? Can you do the lights?

- Uh... - Okay, great.

On three, lights off, open those doors.

Bill will do his thing. - What do you mean, his thing?

One, two, three, go.

Bill?

Lights.

There'll be more. Let's go.

Okay, let's go.

You have an exit strategy, right?

Don't look at them. Don't look at them.

Where are we going? - Yeah, okay, um, follow me.

T-those men were trying to kill us, and he shot them.

I mean, they're dead.

They're just, like-- they're, like, dead.

Okay, Marie, take a seat. Sit down.

Take some deep breaths, okay?

Cece.

If they found me--

I-I have to call her. I-I'll use the secure channel.

We have NYPD protecting her.

- You're sure? - Yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna check in with her now.

Try to remember she's a scared young woman.

Cecile told us about her illness...

and how you found a cure with your software.

Yeah.

That's incredible.

Yeah.

I-I built an AI research model,

and it came up with a bespoke treatment.

That is what this tech can do

when it's pointed at the right thing.

But Tentilla is different.

Yeah? How so?

It spawns new generations by teaching itself new tricks,

including some that we barely understand.

But you created it.

And now I can't control it.

Is she safe? - Yeah, she's good.

She's safe.

Bill.

The detail's not answering.

- Dead radio? - Maybe.

Nikki's headed over there now.

Great.

- We're clear. - Weak pulse.

Cecile's gone.

Can I get an ambulance? We have an officer down.

Hello?

Bring the model by 5:00 p.m.

if you ever want to see her again.

Did you tip them off to us, Jen?

Absolutely not.

Darwin Feng, MSS operative looking

to move up the ranks fast.

He told Beijing he's bringing home a prize.

But a kidnapping in your backyard means he went rogue.

Apparently, he's decided Tentilla's worth the risk.

Okay, so where would this Feng stash

an off-book hostage?

You know, when your ex came after you and your son, Jen,

I had him put away for good.

And I've risked my life to share secrets ever since.

They are threatening to kill a teenage girl.

Jen, please.

MSS own multiple properties in the city,

but there are three in Flushing that are used for various ops.

That's a start.

What are the addresses?

We're doing everything we can to track her down.

I-I'll give them the model, whatever they want.

This is my fault.

No, no, out of the question. We're not giving them Tentilla.

We can't. - Screw you.

I'm not letting them kill my sister.

Marie, our team will come up with a plan, okay?

Just--just hang in there.

Hey.

It's not her you're angry at, is it?

If you build a monster...

you're responsible for what it does.

Oh, jeez, Bill.

Hey.

I brought whiskey.

So we tell Feng we'll play ball.

We give him the model.

Meanwhile, the techs gave me a laptop

loaded with a dummy program.

Marie, you tell them you need to validate it before you--

So you want me to trick them?

Uh, it's more stalling for time.

With respect, the--the second they look into the code,

they're gonna know it's garbage.

No, it won't get that far.

While we're slow-rolling them,

Colin and Bill will find and extract Cecile.

Once she's safe, the FBI swoops in,

takes everyone into custody.

Hey, you can do this.

No.

N-no, no, this is never gonna work.

I-I mean...

I can't bluff my way through something like this.

Marie, you're a senior engineer

at one of the world's top tech firms.

I mean, come on, you're overqualified for this.

It has to be you, Marie. They know who you are.

Have a little faith.

And if not that, have a little whiskey.

Just getting to 41st and Main.

All right, ignore the building on 39th.

It's been condemned last month by the city.

They're already tearing it down.

All right, we'll start with 41st.

Excuse me.

Wait. No, no, no, wait.

I got it. I got it. 41st is in escrow.

It's got to be 112 Roosevelt.

Yeah, back this way. On our way!

This is it.

I'll take the first floor. Gina, you take second.

Bill, you take third. Go, go, go.

All right, stay active on comms.

Excuse me. Have you seen this girl?

Hey.

Hi.

Hey, have you seen this girl?

Hey, Baxter,

this building's got security cameras.

They must be for show. I'm not seeing any feeds.

No? Okay, cool.

Tough crowd. Baxter, got anything?

I'm running resident background checks.

Almost done with the first floor.

Excuse me. Let me ask you a question.

Have you seen--

FBI! Stop!

Stay down!

False alarm.

I'm pleased you made it on time, Ms. Poquette.

But you hardly needed to bring a chaperone.

And you are? - Just a friend.

You have the model?

Let us proceed.

Wait.

For what?

For her sister--we need to know that she's safe.

Sit.

Tell your sister what time it is.

It's 5:02.

Marie, they said they're gonna kill me

if you don't give them what they--

I understand your work saved your sister's life once.

Today you have a chance to save it again.

Right.

Yes.

Transfers require validation protocol.

It'll take some time.

She has some time...

for now.

Validating now.

You haven't seen her? Have you seen her?

Okay, thank you.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hey--

Excuse me.

Uh...

Gina, Bill, fourth floor.

Hey.

We got eyes.

Oh, well, that one looks like it works.

Yeah. Question is, which door?

Wait, guys. I got it.

Go, go, go.

Come on. Go, go, go, go.

Let's go.

Clear the building. Come on, clear the building.

- It worked, didn't it? - Yeah.

"Validation protocol"...

Keep a little faith, huh?

Enough.

Disconnect the computer. We will take it with us.

You will get your sister back

once we have accessed the model.

The security measures in place--

Our team can break through them.

- The computer, now. - We had a deal.

If you do that, the whole drive will self-destruct.

Your guy cold-boots that package

outside a shielded environment,

the lockouts will brick the weights,

and you go home with alphabet soup.

I'm not familiar with "brick the weights."

Oh, God, that's right.

You guys are still using Python over there, huh?

Look, if you could do what I do,

you wouldn't be here trying to steal what I made.

So just let my program do its thing,

and we can all get what we want.

Cool?

FBI. Drop the gun!

Clear! Back room!

There were two of them. Did you get them?

Yeah. Hey, hey, you're safe.

- Okay. - You're okay. You're okay.

We got you.

We got you.

We've got her. She's all right.

Oh, those guys-- they're with us.

Put your hands in the air.

Federal agents-- let me see your hands, now.

What's going--

We got you.

You're good.

Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Did they hurt you? I-I am so, so sorry.

Are you all right? What--what happens now?

Can we go home?

No.

They're taking me in for theft and cyberterrorism.

Mm, that's not--

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I knew the risks.

And if what I did got people to finally pay attention

to how dangerous this tech is,

scared them into doing something before it's too late,

it was worth it.

In the end, Tentilla never got loose.

Ubergott has their tech back.

As for your case, I'll put in a good word.

It's not much, but it's not nothing.

I don't understand.

She's the hero.

Yeah, well, sometimes a hero has to suffer.

Spoke to FBI Cyber Division.

Looks like Ubergott's gonna get some legislative guardrails

if Congress can get their act together.

Who's that in with Kovulchek?

It's Olivia Markinson. She's up from D.C.

You know what she's doing here?

I've got a feeling I do now.

You have been poking around into Felix Vincente

and where he came from.

And it pinged on her radar?

You have no idea.

One of my first postings, I worked under Olivia.

She was tough, effective.

One day, the DDO pulls us into a SCIF

and gives us the broadest strokes

on Operation Palomar,

made it clear that its very existence

would cause huge problems if it ever got out,

especially Vincente.

Yeah, well, "CIA-trained operative

turns international assassin"

isn't exactly the stuff of press releases.

We were told to sweep it up

and leave no trace.

Olivia took care of most of the assets,

but finding Vincente was harder.

I tracked him to Havana.

But he was already on a plane on his way to Miami.

Olivia saw to it

that his Cessna went down somewhere over the Atlantic.

So let me guess--

now it's proven he's alive,

she'll do anything she can to keep it a secret.

Bill, I didn't know about your father's involvement.

Now you understand why I have to find him before Olivia does,

before he disappears.

I'm with Bill.

Turns out he's my ride-or-die.

Then we need to move carefully.

I need to know everything.

If you move a rock, I want to know what's underneath,

and I want to make damn sure you put it back,

'cause if we want to win, we need to play together.

Understood.

Nikki, my favorite deputy chief.

Deputy Director Kovulchek, no one, uh,

told me that you were here.

Oh, I've had a long day of meetings--

Olivia, myself, and every stakeholder with an opinion,

and we all arrived at the same conclusion.

There has been a leadership vacuum

at this station for far too long.

So, effective immediately,

Olivia Markinson is chief of New York station.

Every operation runs through her now.

Thank you, Deputy Director.

I look forward to taking the reins.