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You're Angela Cassidy's son, right?

His parents were both foreign
service officers, career.

She sold classified information

to the Russians in '04,
disappeared in '05.

My first instinct wasn't
to hand you all my Intel.

- You got something to say?
- Enough, both of you.

It's Moscow two weeks ago.

Your mother's still out there.

There's a bowling alley?

There is not.

I promise, there's a bowling alley

underneath the Charles De Gaulle-Etoile.

Say that again.

Charles De Gaulle-Etoile.

Oh, I'm a sucker
for a good French accent.

The secret is to learn

to fake a French accent in English.

So what does a lady
like you do with her time?

It's top secret. I could tell you...

But then you'd have to kill me.

But then I'd have to do paperwork.

And I hate paperwork.

I'm not worth a couple of forms?

Well, one way to put it is that

I'm a reporter for the
smallest newspaper in America.

Which one is that?

It's called the PDB.

I gather things

the reader needs to know
about nuclear proliferation.

It's mostly stuff that
other people really

don't want the reader to know.

I've never heard of the PDB.

Well, you're not the president

and don't need a daily brief.

The... oh, wow.

I'm basically a nuclear spy.

Who's about to break a bunch of glasses.

These are going to come crashing down.

But that's the better way
to describe it.

I help keep the amount

of boom-boom machines
from crashing down.

Hey, how about we go get some air?

And then keep getting air
all the way back to my place?

I have a lot of it there.

I store it kind of everywhere.

I'm in. Ready?

Bridget?

Bridget?

Bridget!

Bridget?

Bridget?

Bridget?

Oh, my God.

What happened to her? Where is she?

I'll call the police.

No, you know the protocol.

Call the Pentagon.

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What's that?

I never drink coffee from home anymore,

and this mug means something to me.

You are full of surprises, Vo.

It's the one thing I took

from my grandfather's apartment
after he passed.

Sounds like your grandfather
and I would've been friends.

Everybody says that.
Few can pass the test.

Would he have been impressed
that I've memorized your usual?

Prove it.

Did you sleep?

Yeah, I've been, uh,
trying to find my mom.

And this is the neighborhood
she was photographed in?

Yeah, the Arbat district.

Maybe she's living there.

Or is she there because
she's still running, or...

I don't know, maybe Russia
was the destination all along.

What am I doing?

This goes nowhere good.

Possibly.

I mean, this...

this goes nowhere good for me.

Forrester.

We're on it.

Stay.

We're taking orders from
the Department of Defense

on this one... General Finley.

That's a bit unorthodox.

So is the situation.

General Finley, this is my Fly Team.

I'll get right to it.

Bridget Rapp,

Department of Energy's Office
of Intelligence

and Counter-Intelligence,
ten-year veteran

of anti-nuclear proliferation talks.

Q-level clearance.

That's one of the highest
clearances possible.

Which means she has all of America's

and the Middle East's
nuclear secrets in her head,

and some unknown group has her.

The next round of negotiations
to cobble the Iran Deal

back together starts
this weekend in Paris.

So all the main negotiators,

their aides, observer nations,
they're all in town.

That's a lot of foreign
intelligence services

running around Paris.

Luckily, most are on our side.

Your Europol liaison, Katrin Jaeger,

already got footage
from a bar last night,

from the French Brigade Criminelle.

They left together. The man paid cash.

As if he didn't want to be identified.

With the secrets she knows,
Bridget Rapp cannot,

I repeat, cannot be in the wind.

We need to find out who has her, fast.

Understood. We'll call up our jet.

I already have two SUVs

waiting to take you to the airport.

Great. We'll be in contact, General.

He was a two-star general, which is...

Major General.

Could never remember the order.

Brigadier, Major, Lieutenant,
and General.

West Point, right.

That's not a happy face.

Have you ever been told
you need to conduct

a public manhunt
without telling anyone why?

Ah, not that I can remember.

Because it's a ridiculous thing to ask.

This way.

Search.

That's a lot of blood.

If she hasn't bled out
already, she needs help.

- No cadaver scent.
- So there is hope.

We'll take it.

We were able to pull footage
from the front of the building,

but nothing of them leaving.

Any other points of entry?

The garage, but that camera is out.

- Who called this in?
- Two coworkers of Bridget.

They're in their offices
and ready to speak with you.

Okay, text me their names and addresses.

Bitte.

Is there anything else I need to know?

The forensic team could use
some more hands.

- We're on it.
- Great.

I'll call the public liaison's officer,

get this guy's face
on every news release.

Just don't tell them
it's because a woman who has

the entire nuclear program
in her head has been kidnapped.

Apparently, we don't
want to alarm people.

Are you okay?

No, I'm having a bad day.

And please, don't make my bad day worse.

- Me?
- You.

I need you to do this one
by the book, Scott.

There are a lot of eyes on me.

When have I ever made your job harder?

I'll get you the names and address.

Thank you.

_

We were supposed to have brunch,

but she never showed up.

After the news we got
in the office yesterday,

we were worried she was wallowing,

so we thought we'd check in on her.

Do you guys recognize this man?

She took him home last night?

- What?
- Not normal for her?

It's forbidden.

With the level of clearances
we all have,

we're required to submit
any new people in our lives

for review before we can spend
any time with them.

You guys have to file paperwork

before going on a date?

You saw all the blood
in Bridget's apartment?

That's why we have

to file paperwork
before going on a date.

Why was she upset yesterday?

The upcoming talks
with Iran turned into a farce.

How so?

The Iranian negotiator we'd
achieved success with in 2015...

We negotiated a level
of uranium enrichment

to under 4% with him.

This is the deal the U.S. pulled out of?

And now they're back to working

on weapons-grade enrichment,
probably above 40% by now.

And what happened to that negotiator?

He's being forced
to hand over his process

to a hard-liner from the new regime.

Excuse me.

The first negotiator, his name?

Ali Majidi.

The Iranian delegates are
at the Hôtel San Régis.

So we just put these enormous secrets

into the skulls of regular Americans...

Extraordinary Americans.

Who trip on sidewalks
along with the rest of us,

and we just shove them back
into the world

and keep our fingers crossed.

To be fair, I think tripping
on sidewalks rarely results

in a national security emergency.

You think she wanted to be photographed?

My mom.

I mean, all those years, nothing.

Was she just being careless?

Or was she ready...

- Ali Majidi?
- Yes.

Pleasure. Shall we?

Yeah.

I'm sorry my new negotiation partner,

he declined his interview.

It's just, there's so much preparation

for next week's talks, you understand?

It's his first year assisting me, so...

This is the aide who was

just assigned to you
by your new governor?

Yes. He's enthusiastic.

Well, we appreciate you taking the time

on the weekend to talk with us.

And we understand this is
at your discretion.

Of course, I have great affection

for Miss Rapp, so any update?

- Not yet.
- Mm.

We were hoping if you could help us

with who would benefit
from Bridget's abduction.

You mean every single country
that would benefit

from her still being alive,
spilling her many secrets?

Is your government
trying to find Bridget?

Agent Forrester, Iran, like Pakistan,

we're one of nine nations
that has nuclear weapons.

Pakistan has been repeatedly
attacked with terrorist plots,

which makes its intentions

for nuclear proliferation
very worrisome.

So this is a very...

Ali, I understand the issues
that you deal with

every day are very stressful,
and there is a decent shot

that the world is going
to hell in a handbasket,

but we are here to find Bridget.

So let's just get to the part
where we find out

why someone would want to take her.

It's because she has
the perfect knowledge

of all of the players,

all the secrets they wish
to keep hidden,

all the secrets they use to get results.

And this perfect knowledge
is a bargaining chip

for any country to get others
to bend to their will?

That's a tad aggressive.
My job requires more diplomacy.

The job you just lost.

I'm approaching retirement.

You can't be 50 yet.

We heard it was more of a
replacement than a retirement.

You are debating semantics

when the end result is the same.

Because your new partner
doesn't see the process

as diplomatically as you do?

Hm. Let's put it this way.

I won't be retiring near
any large city centers.

Good day.

Raines, she wasn't here in
the morning to take her shower,

so how long ago are we
thinking this happened?

Maybe eight hours then?

Should the blood still be
this consistency?

No, you're right.

I think Bridget was
collecting her own blood.

To keep it fresh in vacuum tubes,

an anticoagulant is added.

And without that, the blood
should've congealed by now.

Which would mean
this crime scene was staged.

Bridget wasn't taken. She's gone rogue.

She faked the crime scene.

The good news is, the reason you do that

is usually to buy yourself time.

So whatever her plan is,

we could still have time to stop it.

Do we have any idea
why she would want to run?

MICE. Money, Ideology, Coercion, Ego.

Standard motivations
for betraying your country.

We know preventing nuclear
proliferation was her thing,

ideologically.

I don't know see
how going rogue helps that.

Coercion, ego?

I understand it may be odd
discussing why a woman

would betray her country

with the son of a woman
who betrayed their country...

But don't let that hold you back.

Hey, guys, this way.

I asked for the CCTV
surveillance to be widened,

and now we know
we're looking for a woman

walking around on her own.

Facial recognition software is running.

This is probably the biggest
thing she did to distract us.

Make us believe she's hidden,
bleeding out somewhere.

Instead, she was seen exiting

a local bank 30 minutes after opening.

Her bank?

See if you can find out on the way.

On it.

Plastering the world with our
unsub from the bar also worked.

His name is Holden Barnes.
His wife ID'ed him.

The French are holding him
in his hotel room.

Okay.

General Finley.

Jaeger, may I have a moment with agents

Forrester and Kellett?

Classified information.

Of course. You can use the secure room.

Right this way.

I cleared your team to access
Bridget Rapp's work computer

to search her classified history.

You think she would've used
those systems instead

of her personal computer?

That's one of the many things
I hope you'll find out.

Please, enter your credentials.

I have a secured document
for your eyes only.

Authorization of deadly force
against a U.S. citizen?

Perhaps I should outline
just one scenario to you.

Please.

The United States has an unconfirmed,

undisclosed amount of nuclear weapons

that we store in Europe

in a series of unconfirmed,
undisclosed locations.

Bridget Rapp knows those locations.

She could, much more easily
than I am comfortable with,

use her inside knowledge to
enter one of these facilities,

bypass all safeguards,
and deploy a nuclear weapon.

You think that of her?

I think setting up your own death

indicates a person
who was utterly out of control

and not making sound decisions.

- We'll find her.
- Good.

Because I'm taking Ms. Rapp

back to the States
on military transport.

And either she'll be seated next to me,

or boxed up in the cargo hold.

Do you recognize this woman?

She would've been here close to opening.

I'm not going to forget a woman

who withdrew almost
a million euros in cash.

A million?

Can we get a record of that transaction?

Any security footage?

I'm assuming you have legal authority?

On the way here,
I checked Bridget's records.

She didn't declare any
ownership of any accounts

through this bank,
let alone a million euros.

So this is a secret account,

which means money as a motive
is back on the table.

We're missing something.

Who goes from devoting
15 years of her life

trying to save the world
and then does this?

She was talking about how her job

is to, like, save the world
from destruction.

I mean, even though
it sounded convincing,

I thought there was no way it was true.

She was just creating
some bizarre fantasy life.

Yet you still went back
to her apartment.

She was cute. I was buzzed.

And she ordered all the shots,
by the way.

Plus, I'm in Paris alone on business.

I mean, that's a perfect storm

right there for making a bad decision.

So what happened when
you got back to her apartment?

She asked me to leave,
but through the garage.

She was adamant.

That's when I became convinced
she was half nuts,

so I had no problem leaving immediately.

So how long were you in her apartment?

I want a time frame.

Two minutes, less.

We walked in,

and all of a sudden,
her demeanor changed.

She looked as sober as a judge,

which made me realize that whole

"Breakfast at Tiffany's" act
was a bunch of BS.

And somehow, she got off on bringing me

all the way to her apartment
before rejecting me.

You're wearing the same
clothes from last night?

Yes, but the point is,

I left, and when I did, she was fine.

And now I'm not fine.

My wife is talking about leaving me

when nothing happened.

We're gonna need you to stick around

for a little while, Mr. Barnes.

Okay, fine!

And calm down.

Okay. Fine.

Jaeger's working
with the Paris police to see

if they can track where
Bridget went after the bank.

With a million euro on her.

That's right.

All right, Jamie and I are
headed to Bridget's work.

Check in as soon as you have something.

Copy that.

Jaeger said Europol is
doing their best to revamp

all security procedures
as fast as possible.

Yeah, but that's government work,

that's not fast.

What if the money means
she's already been paid

for her secrets and is on the run?

Which I why I guess General Finley

would rather her be dead than,
oh, I don't know,

catch sight of her one day

walking around whistling in Moscow.

No, Moscow's a major city center.

More like a quaint cottage
in the Iranian countryside.

What are you, major
city or quaint cottage?

Well, where are you gonna be?

Oh, God, we need that Portugal trip.

Then book it already.

Bridget was researching
antipsychotic medication

and where they've been involved
in street-level busts.

Which means she was seeing
where she could go to buy some.

Wait.

Vo sent me a pic of some pills
Bridget was hiding.

Why was she self-medicating
on antipsychotics?

Mm.

That's a particularly unsurprised "Mm".

She has a ridiculously high clearance.

What, you think she's afraid

to get help and have it
on her employment record?

There are a lot of employees
at her level

running around trying to choose

between their mental health
and their careers.

It's the same with the nuclear bombs.

You give enough clearances
to enough people,

eventually somebody is going
to have a breakdown,

with consequences.

Maybe Bridget finally broke.

You know, I just keep
thinking about all the people

that we've met who cared about Bridget,

thought they knew her.

- Well, maybe somebody did.
- _

What's that?

Addressed to B,
"I need you like oxygen".

Signed A. Handwritten.

A?

Ali, the Iranian negotiator.

What makes you so sure?

He talked too much.

What if he doesn't go for the bluff?

Then we're screwed.

What the hell is this?

Whoa, sit.

This is a grave diplomatic misstep.

You are threatening everything...

Go ahead, call your bosses.

I'll even let you tell them

that you've been sleeping with Bridget.

Remember that?

They already know.

In 2015, Bridget and I,

we felt our success
was within our reach.

We just needed a little
more political pressure.

And she provided that?

One last horse trade.

That's the true value
of intelligence, right?

Trading just the right information

to just the right person.

So you're telling us

she's been selling
American secrets for six years?

No, no, no, it was a one-time skirting

of the rules, so to speak,

to make sure the original deal
goes through.

And it works. It was intoxicating.

- And then you fell in love.
- No.

But you needed her
like oxygen apparently.

It was a flirtation.

Our relationship,
it was purely physical.

But then your enthusiastic
new negotiation partner

went digging where
he wasn't supposed to?

Yeah, he forced me
to end the relationship,

to try and turn her
into a full-time spy.

I could've saved him
a lot of effort, obviously.

She said no.

I still don't think

you're being honest with us, Mr. Majidi.

I would listen to her.
She's very perceptive.

In 2015, the information she gave me,

she had no idea
she also gave me information

about two of my countrymen
who were working for America.

That's a death sentence in your country.

And when she wouldn't
come over to our side,

she was told

she would be exposed
to the American government

as being responsible
for those executions.

A death sentence in your country.

That tore her up inside.

She was told...

- By me.
- Hm.

The deadline for her to accept

or reject the offer was this weekend.

I arranged some money for her to run.

Which she collected
this morning from the bank.

You think she was trying
to disappear for good?

I think your government
doesn't let someone

with her secrets disappear.

I think, like my country,

you will never stop looking for her.

Now, perhaps some people feel

that running their entire life
is thrilling.

Bridget is not one of them.
She would rather die.

And have you been in contact

with her since her disappearance?

No.

Then where does she go now?

You knew her well.

She was angry at my
new negotiation partner.

How angry?

Very angry.

So angry, in fact,

that I probably should
have warned him, but I didn't.

You think that's where she's headed?

I don't know what's going on
in that head of hers.

I honestly don't.

But regrettably, my cooperation with you

and your agency is concluded.

So I hope you find her safe.

We searched all the CCTV
footage in the area.

There's footage of Bridget
heading west after the bank.

Wait, wait, we lost her.

Oh, there she is.

She doubled back.
What's in that direction?

Business quarter,
some fancy apartment buildings,

but mainly offices.

Go south, Raines, two blocks,
and then cut right onto...

- Boulevard Marais.
- Boulevard Marais.

I have her entering the building

on the corner of Rue Pouce.

Can you get me a list of all
the businesses in the building?

Of course.

This. Kim Ashenden Security Agency.

A soldier of fortune.

That's a lot of words for mercenary.

Fifth floor, Raines.

I'd like as much
as we can get on the owner.

_

Hello?

Can I help you?

Special Agents Raines and Vo.

And what does a West Point
grad want from me?

Bridget Rapp.

Well, aren't you going
to ask me how I know?

I'm wearing my class ring. Bridget Rapp.

Hmm, she's spunky.

You two bang yet?

I'm glad you're having fun, but...

Oh, is that what you'd call
an unwarranted visit

from foreign agents?

I see what you did there. Bridget Rapp.

Yes, she did employ me for my services.

She did not pay me to waste your time.

That's just me going
the extra mile for my clients.

That is what makes me somebody
who earns more than you two...

Hm, good for you.

Put together. You didn't let me finish.

Earns more than you two put together.

Does the money make up
for you getting kicked

out of the Special Forces?

The FBI didn't have any use

for a drunk with a bad
knee, either, did they?

But keep going with your
prick-on-wheels routine.

See where it gets you.

All she wanted was a tour

of the more porous parts of the border.

Meaning parts that aren't covered

by CCTV or patrol points.

See for yourself.

That's a copy of the entire plan.

They are meeting
my extraction team tonight.

So both of them were planning
to run away together?

That's right.

Bridget spent half a million euros

to smuggle herself
and Ali Majidi out of France.

They are leaving tonight.

Get to the rendezvous point.

Roger that.

I've had enough of this guy.

Open up, Ali!

We need to see Ali Majidi right now.

He's no longer available.

His room was bugged.

Where is Ali?

Reassigned.

I am the new Iranian negotiator.

And you will find yourself

in a very nasty political situation

if you ever come
at us incorrectly again.

Good day, Agent Forrester.

Bridget didn't make her meetup

with the mercenaries.

She must know Ali's off the board.

If we had known they were
fleeing together

ten minutes earlier,

we could've leaned on Ali
until he gave her up.

But we didn't, and now the Iranians

are threatening to pull out
of the negotiations,

citing security concerns.

Well, it doesn't help
that we lost one of our own.

Relations between Iran
and the West are strained

to begin with.

And this plays to Iran's advantage.

- Her plan has fallen apart.
- General.

She could be desperate.

Raines, you said you pulled up
Bridget's financials

on the way to the bank?

- Yeah.
- Can we bring that up again?

That money and Ali
was all Bridget had left.

If she knows they've
taken Ali and killed him...

She was already at the end of her rope.

She might think she only has one option.

Everything she's done
has been dramatic and big.

If she's thinking it's over for her,

she'd choose a place with significance.

What kind of key would you say this is?

Oh.

First time I came to Paris,

the lock bridge was all the rage.

Lovers attach a lock at the bridge,

throw away the key,
and declare their bond.

- She lost her love.
- Mm-hmm.

Jumping off the bridge
where they pledged themselves

to each other?

That's dramatic.

It's something. Go, and go fast.

We don't know how much time we have.

We're heading out the door
right now following a lead.

Put up a live feed from Pont Des Arts.

Uh, a lead is being generous.

Yeah, well, a lead buys me another hour.

See her yet?

No, but I've widened
the search to other locations

where... where people have ended things.

That's one way to put it.

Nothing.

Hold on. I've got something.

She cancelled a subscription

to a fitness tracker two weeks ago.

She's probably savvy enough
not to be wearing it, but...

I can access her history.

Kellett, Forrester, give
us a couple of seconds.

We have everywhere Bridget went
in the past few months.

There. That bridge is out of her way.

Are we still heading
to the Pont Des Arts?

No, no, no. This one is more intimate.

Much less traffic.

Pulling up the live feed now.

There she is!

Forrester, Kellett, hurry up.
New destination.

Bridget! Don't do it!

Give me a reason not to.

There is a highly classified
mental health facility

that has a bed with your name on it.

Mental health facility or prison?

Or are they the same thing?

Our focus is getting you
better, Bridget.

No, it's not.

Your focus is on getting me
off the streets.

I know how these things work.

How? Tell me.

I can't unknow what I know.

I can't pluck it out of
my head, and now...

I can help you. Bridget,
I want to help you.

So I can be sane before you execute me?

No, so you can be sane enough
to keep your secrets.

So you can earn back trust.

You don't know how it works.

I know that if you're not sane,

they can't execute you, Bridget.

Besides, it's the system
that's broken, not you.

I know that. I can see that.

You made the impossible happen.

You were under
the most stress imaginable.

And you're not allowed
to feel the effects

at the end of the day?

That's unfair.

I did do the impossible.

But people who didn't know
anything took it all apart.

Just because they wanted to show

that they were tough on Iran.

And they chose the easiest
thing to throw away.

Then don't be like them, Bridget.

Don't be like those people.

No, no, it's too late.

No!

No, no!

No!

You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

Agent Forrester.

Can I have a word with her

before you take her away for good?

I'll secure her,
and then you have one minute.

What more could you want from me?

To understand you better.

Has anyone ever told you
about the acronym MICE?

Reasons why people betray their country.

Money, Ideology, Coercion, Ego.

For what it's worth,
you are going to the hospital

that I told you about.

All the therapy rooms are in SCIFs.

All the therapists have clearance.

You will get help.

I have someone in my life
who made a similar decision

to the one that you were trying to make.

That's why I'm asking this.

I'm not trying to jam you up
any more than you already are.

I'm just looking for the truth.

Fine.

I'm gonna check in on you,

and I hope I hear good things.

Which one of those MICE
categories covers love?

Did you put anything in the crust?

- Mm.
- Yeah.

I knew you'd be like,
"The crust's the best".

- Mm, yeah.
- That depends.

Hey, I just got word that
the talks are going through,

and I know it's
a pressing concern of yours.

- Cool.
- That's awesome.

Great, yeah.

How long has that been there?

No one told you about the bar?

Hell no. I would've remembered.

I just think of it

as my "the world
almost exploded" cabinet.

Wow.

Wow.

- Yes, please.
- Damn.

- Here.
- Here you go.

How long has this...

Yeah, please add to it.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cheers.

Mental health crisis hotline.

Use it if you ever need it.

That's nice of Forrester,

but I wouldn't want
anything like in my file.

- You don't trust him?
- Of course I do.

I just don't think

he'll be the only boss
I have until I retire.

And I want to go 20.

Me too.

General, you still have
Bridget in your custody?

Yes.

So why the sudden detour to Budapest?

- Got some other business.
- Hmm.

While I was here,

thought I'd tell you
the following face-to-face.

You know all the key strokes on
your work computers are logged,

just the same as Ms. Rapp's.

Mm-hmm, of course.

You're looking into your mother's case.

I was given a recent photo
of her by a CIA officer.

You've officially been read off

of any classified file
related to her case.

- Why?
- I don't have to answer that.

I'm just ordering you
to cease and desist

from any more personal
investigation, period.

Put the photo and your file
into a burn bag,

Agent Forrester.

Got a lighter?

Or do you trust me to do it?

Thanks again for your hard work, Agent.

You really could be going places.

Your car's waiting.