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I had worked for eight years at that point--

uh, up until that point--

to keep the country of Iran from a nuclear capability

I organized a plan to transfer a sum of money

to the candidate who would

work against the goal of a nuclear Iran.

But... I put it in...

the hands of the other guy.

And that guy had set the table at that moment

to use it to employ a specialist

to put the final systemization

on their program.

So in May of 2012, I was in the position of

possibly having single-handedly armed Iran.

But the money got away from them.

Due to what we've learned is the inherent difficulty

of delivering an entity from A to B, I guess.

And an opportunity arose to get it back,

just a really nice opportunity to get it back.

To fix it.

It was, uh--

It was hard to stop trying to fix it,

my-- my personally arming Iran.

So we stayed in there.

Remember, at this stage the--

I mean, at that point, the money was in the hands of--

Well...

a young puppeteer.

All we had to do was get through that week,

and get back to Luxembourg.

Is there anything you would like to say as we begin?

Yes.

Proceed.

I'm not really an industrial engineer.

This matter of yours, I'm sure, is serious.

And I don't want to complicate your case,

and take up your time.

I falsified my records here.

I have experience.

Former experience in structural design and integration.

But I have limited experience

in this specific field of engineering.

I misrepresented the degree of my experience

to my employer,

and to a point, my education in this field.

Your matter, I'm sure, is serious.

I understand.

And I'll account for myself honestly.

You and I have met before.

On my first morning here.

On my first visit here.

In your parking lot.

You seemed unsettled.

Then again in Luxembourg.

When you had a health issue on the street.

When you, um--

I'm not sure of the word.

- Collapsed. - Collapsed.

On the street.

A man with no police record in his native country,

no police record over his nine years of residence in Luxembourg,

was murdered on the night of May 11th

in Luxembourg City.

Let's begin.

You arrived in Luxembourg on May 11th?

- Yes. - With McMillan?

Yes.

Did you interact with any airport personnel

at the Luxembourg airport on the 11th?

No.

Do you have knowledge of any of your colleagues

interacting with airport personnel on the 11th?

No.

Did you haven any interaction with airport personnel

elsewhere in Luxembourg City on May the 11th?

No.

What's the nature of your relationship with Dennis McClaren?

Co-workers.

Friends.

And you spent some time together that evening?

Shortly after you arrived?

Yes. Walking around, checking out the city.

Mr. McClaren was stabbed

shortly after he says you parted company.

Where did you go after you left

the company of Mr. McClaren?

I was expected at a business dinner.

With my superior, Leslie Claret.

What time did you attend this dinner?

I didn't.

- You were expected. - Yes.

- You didn't attend? - No.

Your colleague Leslie Claret

said your explanation for failing to attend this dinner

was a matter concerning a bag.

Luggage from the airport.

Lost at the airport.

He claims you were retrieving this bag.

You mentioned at the beginning of this interview

that you had no interaction with airport personnel

anywhere in Luxembourg City on May the 11th.

That is correct.

I failed to attend that dinner...

because I'm in grossly over my head here.

I was unprepared for the technical specifics of that meeting.

And I spent time that evening

attempting to gain footing on

the narrow and obscure engineering specific to our field.

After I left the company of Dennis McClaren,

I walked to the Haupfhausen Western European Technical Library,

and I spent time analyzing the engineering necessary

for that evening's meeting.

In what manner?

There's only one technical manual

that regards our specific engineering systems.

"The Integral Principles of the Structural Dynamics of Flow."

I signed the book out.

And I sat trying to process what I needed for the evening.

It was too great a task.

I failed to diagnose and absorb what was necessary

to get me through that evening's meeting.

So, I arrived well afterwards.

And I told Leslie Claret the reason for my delay

involved a lost bag.

Which wasn't the case.

Please repeat the name of this manual.

"The Integral Principles

of the Structural Dynamics of Flow."

It concerns?

The complicated process of the delivery

of an entity from A to B.

Did you make any phone calls

May 11th?

From Luxembourg?

Yes.

No.

Do you know an Alice Taylor?

No.

Did you call Alice Taylor at 7:07 p.m.

from Luxembourg on the night of May 11th?

No.

This guy--

This guy, sort of unusual guy.

Suit. American.

He said he was something, something unusual.

Uh, attaché, he said.

Borrowed my phone on my way back from the technical library.

He approached me and said he'd had some belongings stolen.

Asked if he could call a family member.

And he asked if he could use my phone.

You allowed this?

Yes. I allowed it.

He seemed like he was in some trouble.

Do you remember anything else about that interaction?

- With him? - Yes.

I remember he never thanked me.

And he had a-- a weird badge.

Would you please write the following.

77 De Champlain.

You seem sad.

I guess I am.

Why?

I've been concerned.

Greatly, I guess.

Concerned over possibly being dismissed

this last couple of weeks.

Which is why I'm sure I seemed unsettled

when we encountered each other.

First.

I haven't been able to eat or sleep

this last two weeks.

Which, I guess, is why I dropped that day.

So why so sad, John, at this moment?

I, uh, was dismissed earlier today.

Thank you.

For your time and your help with our investigation.

"The Integral Principles of the Structural Dynamics of Flow."

She's at the Colony Motel on Lauder Avenue, 207.

She asked if you'd just come right over after work.

Hey. Edward Tavner.

I have an appointment with Detective Mills.

- Regarding? - The theft of my attaché shit.

Check it out, guy.

Wait here.

I'll retrieve Detective Mills.

Yeah?

- Hello. - Hi.

I never got your email.

I'm sending it now.

I'm sorry, am I at 211?

This is 207.

Oh, I'm very sorry.

No problem.

Alice, leave. At once.

I realized Alice had left.

I followed you from McMillan.

I followed you to your impending--

Fuck.

What?

I forgot to kill Birdbath.

Someone put their hand on my back.

At this point, we had a strong expectation

that we would recover the bag.

The only real impediment

to recovery and re-establishing the plan

was the guy with the girl's name.

Our resource simply couldn't return to Luxembourg

to recover the bag at that point.

He needed assistance getting back on something

we were calling the travel squad.

So, end of this hunt, you tie up your loose ends.

All these threads that can still unravel

the chance to get back to Luxembourg Monday.

I'll deal with the guy with the girl's name.

Yeah.

How many loose ends do you have?

Stephen, Birdbath, Icabod, Gregory Gordon.

Several, I guess.

My dad's visiting. I brought him along.

Haven't seen him in a while.

He's been away. At sea.

Leslie.

You're a tugger, I understand.

Tugboat captain, your son says.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Tom.

I'm not a tugger myself. I just have that tugboat blood.

Well, I guess we'll have a few things to talk about then, won't we, Leslie?

Probably, Tom, probably.

Maybe we'll get some time together in the marsh.

Right. We can share our favorite tugboat jokes.

Damn right.

Well, this is Lawrence, my number two.

Tom Lakeman.

- This is Icabod. - Hey. Hey.

Hey, there.

What's your real name?

What?

Long weekend, team.

The goal?

Let's come together.

We're gonna have some fun over this weekend.

S'mores, you know, campfire stories.

Talent show. Great.

Let's get to know each other over this weekend.

All the way.

All right, McMillan, into the marsh.

Let's come together,

then let's head off to Luxembourg

a fortified unit,

and get this goddamn Denon deal done.

Except for Lakeman, who's simply not going.

So at this late stage, it's time to alert you to

a paper work situation involving John Lakeman.

Flawed paper work.

He can't stay at McMillan in his current situation.

Can't really stay in America...

really, in fact, I guess.

It's mysterious.

I've begun looking more deeply into his background, frankly.

Out of curiosity, frankly.

I wasn't really listening to what you said,

'cause John's done after this weekend, anyway,

unless Leslie has a change of heart,

which, you know, what are the fuckin' chances of that?

So don't sweat it, Gregory.

Like I said, curious now.

So the guy goes back aft,

and the captain says, "No, you idiot,

"the forward quarter bilt."

God, I love that one.

- Me, too. - Yeah.

Love.

- Yeah. - Because it's so true.

Well, you're damn right it is.

I mean, picture this guy at the Morse lamp

halfway to the fuckin' Kort nozzle.

I can just picture that.

Hilarious?

Yeah, it sure is, Tom.

Fuck.

What the fuck do you mean, you forgot?

I got a lot going on, man.

I sat in my shack all afternoon like a jerk.

Sorry, man.

It had to be yesterday, that was the way.

You fucked it up, John. Come on.

I'm really sorry, man.

I want 400 grand in that account

by the end of the day,

or I tell a really interesting campfire story tonight

about something I heard in the bathroom one time.

Well, you won't enjoy your S'mores

very much after that. Jerk.

What do you know about John, Icabod?

Mum's the word.

At this point.

What does that mean?

Nothing.

But you said mum's the word.

Sure.

Then you said nothing.

Sure.

No, that's confusing. What does that mean?

We'll see.

Intentionally?

I think so, yeah.

We were competing for this position.

Pushed you?

Yes.

Is this like a really good position or something?

- Our position, mine and John's? - Yeah.

I mean, it would be better if I didn't have to share it.

And if I had a whole desk.

I mean, would a guy push another guy

in front of a truck for this position?

It's not like mayor or something.

No, it's not like mayor.

Then why would he do it?

I don't know.

But I think he did it.

Listen, you just better be certain, Stephen.

You can't just be fucking making shit up

at this point in your rehab.

Looks really bad on me.

I think John pushed me.

Do some deep thinking this weekend

about that day

until you can say for certain, Stephen.

You can't say you're recovered

unless you can say you're certain.

Boy.

You're clumsy, Stephen.

Yeah.

Stumbling through the forest.

Yeah.

Walkin' in front of trucks.

No, I didn't.

Sure, you did.

No, I didn't.

You have kids, Leslie?

Yes.

Boy, girl?

One of each, Tom.

Oh. Lucky man.

Yeah.

I have two boys.

Nice.

John's the good one.

Well, I don't mean good.

You know what I mean. They're--

They're different.

Well, the other one must be quite the fuck up,

you don't mind my sayin'.

You know what, Leslie? I do mind.

Your sayin'.

And I'll tell you why.

All ears, Tom.

You're reading John wrong, Leslie.

How so, Tom?

He's a terrific kid.

You'd be glad to know him, Leslie, if you knew him.

I do, Tom.

No, no, I'm afraid you don't, Leslie.

Well--

- Leslie. - Yeah.

Tell me about your son.

Well, that's a bit complicated, Tom.

How's that, Leslie?

Marcus, my son,

my half-Vietnamese 32 year old...

boy,

we-- we're--

Well... we were pals, Tom.

Enjoyed life's cool moments, big and small.

Side-by-side.

Pals.

No doubt about that.

That sounds good, Leslie.

Yeah, it was good, Tom, before--

Before?

I'm not perfect, Tom.

There was a time--

Well, I put myself first.

For a time.

For a miserable period when I--

Well, we're not pals anymore.

Goddamn.

He's a grown man, Tom.

Well...

tomorrow.

Yeah.

A new morning.

Who knows what's in store.

Maybe start out with a breakfast.

You know? That's the meal where--

Well, you have the whole day ahead.

You can still fool yourself

you might actually accomplish something.

You know what I mean, Leslie?

Over breakfast.

You're right, Tom, you're damn right.

You want to have a breakfast tomorrow, Leslie?

Sounds good, Tom.

It will be good, Leslie.

John and I brought a whole spread.

Bagels, bacon, you know?

Whole spread.

I look forward to that, Tom.

I-- I sure will.

Me too, Leslie.

You really are a jerk, John.

You could at least come by after work. You know where I live.

You could have done it then.

I'm sorry.

This thing with the cop threw me.

Why's that cop comin' around?

Something happened.

What kind of cop is she?

Homicide.

Were you gonna do it?

I don't know what I'm gonna do anymore.

Are you gonna talk?

I don't really know what I'm gonna do anymore, either.

I don't know where you go from here.

Yeah.

- Jack. - Yeah?

They can't get you $400,000.

They can't even get me a chair.

You don't look too good, my man.

You don't mind me sayin'.

I'll see you at the campfire.

Tale time.

What's that?

Campfire story.

Come on, someone have at it.

Scary story.

Come on.

Probably Icabod should go, no?

Why should I do it, Tom?

As opposed to the others?

I know a story.

What you got, Jack?

Probably won't believe it, though it's a true story.

True story.

This guy here,

you're not gonna believe this.

This guys and his dad...

...still seem to get along.

How about that?

Families who still like each other.

It's rare.

Look at the way he looks at his father.

It's nice to see.

Why am I most suited to tell a scary tale?

I don't know, you just have a kind of a...

headless kind of vibe.

- Leslie. - Yeah.

Guy's tricky.

Yeah.

What's the deal with that?

He likes this other guy. Stephen.

Can you drive a wedge between 'em?

What, like tonight?

Yeah.

We pretty much just have Sharing Time,

whatever that is, and a talent show.

I-- I don't know.

Clock's ticking, John.

Leslie's estranged from his family.

Work that.

Sharing Time

allows us to go around the horn here,

and share thoughts.

Well, private thoughts about our work place

that, for whatever reason,

we're reluctant to share ordinarily.

In Sharing Time, there are no repercussions,

upshots or even slaps on the wrist.

It's just about the team becoming a tighter team.

Share anything.

Let's get started, team.

Gregory.

What would you change about your work place environment?

Brighter colors. About the office.

Okay. Can do. Good.

Well, let's just go around the horn. Next.

John.

I'd change the fact that

Stephen says bad things about all you guys all the time.

He says really bad stuff about all you guys.

All the time.

Like?

Like he said you think you're all cool

because you're in charge now, Leslie.

But you can't even be in charge of

the important things in your life.

And your family probably doesn't even talk to you.

Well, I-- I don't see how that's any of Stephen's business.

I don't think I said that.

I don't see how that's any of your concern, son.

That's what I think.

That's enough Sharing Time.

Let's, uh--

Let's just start the, uh--

whatever the fuck that thing is,

the talent show.

It's okay.

No, this is gonna-- This is gonna be great.

It's gonna be great.

Oh, yeah.

- Yeah. - All right.

Leslie.

Yeah, Tom?

Could we have a word about John?

What's on your mind, Tom?

Well, I know there's been some friction.

He mentioned.

Uh, he also mentioned that he wishes it were otherwise, Leslie.

There has been friction.

From the beginning.

'Fraid so, Tom, 'fraid so.

He had a hard year previous to his time with McMillan.

A lot was asked of him, and...

maybe he was...

struggling to carry some weight, I think.

He carried it a long way alone, really.

- And maybe, Leslie-- - Yeah.

Maybe you could, uh, give him a break for a few more weeks.

Let him show you that he's a really good man

to have on your side, Leslie,

and depend on. John.

Anyway, my son isn't who you think he is, Leslie.

He's a good boy.

Maybe you could give a kid a break.

From one old tug-boater to another.

Tom,

prisoners who perform helpful tasks

that, uh, serve the greater prison population,

like, say, barbers or prison dental hygienists,

they often get a-- a symbol of that job

tattooed somewhere on their back,

stave off assaults from behind

that, uh, are common in prison surroundings.

I have a tattoo of a small bicuspid

on the back of my neck, Tom,

because for 18 months...

I cleaned the teeth of a large prison population.

Built a beautiful life.

And I tore it down.

And I flossed the teeth of--

Well, men I wouldn't share a bus with ordinarily,

so I could be allowed to begin rebuilding it three months early.

Your son was supposed to help me build.

But he's encumbering that.

That most important thing.

So what I think--

Yeah?

I like you, Tom.

Same here, Leslie.

Well, good. Good, Tom.

But what I think--

If you'd like to know what I think

about your son--

I'm sorry, Tom,

but I think your son is weak-willed and soft,

and let's his daddy fight his battles.

So...

I like you. I do.

But... nope.

That other kid doesn't seem to like you that much.

That other kid got hit by a fuckin' truck.

I don't know what John's problem is.

Man, what a hard ass.

Did you have a breakfast?

Yeah.

Didn't work.

Okay. Dick Cheney.

What?

Dick Cheney.

I don't know who that is.

You don't know who Dick Cheney is?

No.

Former vice president?

Oh. Okay.

So what?

- So he was duck hunting-- - Yeah.

- Just like you. - Yeah.

And during that duck hunt--

Yeah.

He shot some guy in the face.

Morning, Leslie.

Lakeman.