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Previously on "The
Company You Keep"...

- Simon?
- Yeah, he started calling

last week. I don't know why.

I don't need to know
why. You can decline.

Claire Fox? Her support
is not the kind you want.

It's amazing what
aligning yourself

with the right people
can accomplish.

Always comes at a cost.

I wanted to introduce
you to Jennifer West.

I think she'd make a great
addition to your campaign.

Connor Maguire is stateside?

What are you doing here?

The feds are
already watching us.

Your father trusts
me to handle things.

You know when I found out
that Daphne was working with

the man who ripped me off...

kick in the balls that
felt like, you know?

That's Daphne's
secret revenue stream.

That covers the deal
Daphne and I had.

- Charlie.
- Yeah.

I finally figured it out.

Figured what out?

17 across. Riposte.

Huh.

Guessing the fencing lessons
I took as a kid paid off.

Thank you. Do not tell my mom.

Nice.

- What else you got?
- Uh...

mm.

Five down, 1963
Hepburn and Grant romp.

Seven letters.

- Hey.
- Huh?

- You good?
- Yeah.

I'm just thinking about
your, uh, crossword.

You know you can tell me
if something's going on.

Hey...

what if we skip work today?

Crawl back into
bed, cue up a film,

pretend the world doesn't exist.

Hmm.

Hello, world.

- I'll be right back.
- Yeah.

Hey.

I knew we'd get something
on the security cams.

Can you make out
our mystery man?

Partial plate? I'll take it.

No, that's great, Mason.

Yeah, okay I'll see you soon.

You got to go.

As much as I want to stay.

Um, I got a bunch of stuff
to do here anyway, so...

Hey, look, I'm around
later if you want to talk.

Okay, great.

- Okay. Have a good day.
- You too.

- Hey, uh, "Charade."
- Huh?

Five down.

"Charade." It's one of my
parents' favorite movies.

When this thing wraps
up, maybe we can stay in,

watch a little "Charade,"
see where the day takes us.

Yeah, I'd like that.

- Me too.
- I'll see you.

Bye.

What happened to your
associate was regretful,

but I assure you, Connor
Maguire will have...

Don't you mean your brother?

Connor Maguire
will have no impact

on our partnership
moving forward.

I understand we don't
get to choose our family,

but it's not just your
brother that concerns me.

Since we began
selling your product,

the feds have been all over us.

Your partnership comes
with too much heat.

What if I could
turn down the heat?

Say I find a way to
get our product out of

those shipping containers
and back on the streets.

You do that, I think we can find

some way to work
out our differences.

Still we're talking Coast
Guard, port authority,

customs... so, unless you
have friends in high places...

As a matter of fact, I do.

- There she is.
- Hey, babe.

- Oh, that dress is stunning.
- Thank you.

Thanks for meeting me
on such short notice.

Stop. I've been
wanting to catch up.

I hear you've been
spending time in Europe.

- Ooh, la, la.
- I've been consulting

for this big transnational
organization,

but I must say the
experience has been

tragically lacking in fine
wine and Italian villas.

Couldn't be worse
than the swamp.

Well, let's just say it is
no toga party at Sigma Chi.

Right?

Well, nothing is.

- Excuse me.
- Yup.

- Mimosas?
- Please.

- Let's make them bottomless.
- All right.

I'm never gonna let
you live that down.

- Okay, can I be real?
- When are you not?

Fair.

The red tape in this
town is killing me.

- Don't get me started.
- Here you go.

Thank you.

If anyone could help me grease
the wheels in Washington

it is the best damn social
chair Kappa Theta ever had.

- I really was.
- I still can't believe

you're chief of staff to
the House Majority Whip.

I thought you'd be working
for the president by now.

Trust me, I'm on it.

I bet you are.

So for your
bureaucratic nightmare,

you can always hire
lobbyists. That takes time.

Which I don't have.

Come on. Give me
the good stuff.

Sister to sister.

♪ Over and over again ♪

Well...

if you really want to
cut through red tape,

I may have a guy.

Go on.

His name is John Baylor.

Former MI-6 turned
Beltway fixer.

Think of him as a sort
of unofficial lobbyist

who can apply pressure
to the right people.

Your infrastructure,
my contacts.

A rising tide raises all ships.
Isn't that what they say?

Look, I get it.

You respond to
strength, and so do I.

So let me show you what
having your back looks like.

Baylor's a bit
eccentric, but effective.

Just call this number,
and you should know...

hiring him can come at a cost.

Believe me, I can afford it.

I'm not talking money.

In DC, secrets are
currency, babe.

He's got dirt on everyone who
gets into business with him.

Rumor has it he has
a kind of black book,

but this one's
full of blackmail.

You don't say.

That's the car.

The guy I saw right
after the money drop.

Well unfortunately, this
is the only security cam

in the area. Hopefully
one of these images

can give us a full plate.

Once we ID Daphne's
new revenue stream,

we can finally get
inside her operation.

And find out why she's still
slumming it in Baltimore

while Connor's sipping
margaritas in Mexico.

That car's gotta
still be out there.

We just need a better
angle. What about that one?

Are you about to ask me what
I think you about to ask?

Mason, enhance.

There it is. Dodge
Charger, Maryland plate.

Foxtrot, echo, 9,
4, 9, 2, November.

Reported stolen a few weeks ago.

Okay.

Okay, so he used it for the job,

ditched it after the drop.

Pull up all body shops and

salvage yards within
a 50-mile radius.

He can't hide forever.

Charlie.

Otto, hey. Did you chop that
car from the last job yet?

The Charger? Still here.

Why, you wanna take
it for another spin?

No. Look, scratch
chopping it, okay?

I need you to crush it.

Bro, that's cutting
into my bottom line.

I can't sell car parts
if the car's crushed.

No, no, no. Stop, stop.

I need you to hear
me on this, okay?

It's gotta disappear.
You got it?

You're killing
me, man, but fine.

I'll make it up to you.

Yup.

Is that about the car?

Why are you so worried
all of a sudden?

Just being careful.

Hey, uh, do me a favor.

Tell mom to keep Ollie

at Uncle Gio's
another couple days.

I just... I want the dust
to settle on this last job.

Sure. Um...

yeah, speaking of, uh,

our least favorite
regular just walked in.

Please, sir, can
I have some more?

Sorry, you want us to con a spy?

Ex-spy.

He's got a little black book
that could prove useful to me.

You know what, lady? I'm
getting a little tired

of you and your demands.
Our debt is paid to you.

- Easy, Pop.
- Wrong.

Because now, thanks to you,
Connor and I are in a footrace

to control this organization.

And now, he's in Mexico with
a $10 million head start.

- Thanks to us?
- Don't play innocent with me.

I know you brought him
in to undermine me.

Family drama's really
not our problem.

Yes, it is, because
Connor wants you dead.

Your family too.

And I'm the only one standing
in the way of that happening.

Okay, so...

we steal a little black book.

Lay it on us.

It belongs to a fixer
named John Baylor.

The guy is hired by politicians
to clean up their messes,

ruin their enemies, pay
off whistle-blowers.

- You want his blackmail.
- Now you're catching on.

I like not being dead.

What's the real value
in this for you? Hmm?

I mean, you deal with
criminals, not politicians.

Is there a difference?

Look, if you're, um,

worried about your
little moral code,

no one is in it who
isn't already dirty.

That's how you reach Baylor.

You want us to go after
a real-life James Bond

with nothing to go on
but a phone number.

He's a paranoid, Cold War relic

with no connection to the world.

It's fun, right?

See? I knew you'd
like a challenge.

Good luck, Nicolettis.
You're gonna need it.

All right, John Baylor,

former agent for MI6, allegedly.

In the late aughts, he was
undercover as a professor

at Thornton College until
the dean blew his cover.

MI6 disavows him, sends
out a burn notice,

revokes his
passport, whole nine.

Wait, wait, hold on a second.

That's all we got?

Guess I didn't need to
bring out the board.

Guy's trained to be invisible.

He knows how to
cover his tracks.

And now, he's using those skills

to profit off of DC's dirtiest.

It's always nice to see
someone land on their feet.

Hey, Pop, did you get
anything on the ground

that would lead us back
to this guy's black book?

Turns out that spying on a spy

is as difficult as you'd expect.

I mean, this guy's
tradecraft is top notch.

He meets his clients
in public places

where it's either
too loud to listen

or too empty to
get close to him.

He uses surveillance detection
routes to run his errands.

Okay, so the usual
tricks aren't gonna work.

We're just gonna have
to lure him to us.

Ooh, you mean hire him.

Buddy of mine at the Drakefield

said that one Ray Tipton Jr.'s
checking out tomorrow morning.

- RTJ?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, he's a worse human than
his dad was a vice-president.

It's all over the tabloids.

What? You never stood in
line at the grocery store?

Well, hey, look, I'm thinking
that RTJ had a wild night

that he's gonna want buried.

So we slip Baylor a phone
with some delicious blackmail.

Give him some more dirt
for his collection.

Along with some malware
that would give me access

to his computer
and all his files.

And then his secrets
become our secrets.

That's good.

Can't hire a fixer without
breaking something.

Oh, I've always
wanted to do this.

Batter up!

- Explain that to me!
- No, don't blame this on me.

Hurry, before anyone hears.

I didn't see your name
on the partner rolls

at Skadden or Latham.

I've got my own shingle.

Do you have the money?

I am so sick of you
bringing us down.

You just barge right in.

Oh, yeah? Maybe if Ray
wasn't such a lying piece...

You just talking, talking,
but you never say anything.

You're talking at
me. Don't talk to me.

Who the hell are you?

Excuse me. Hello?

I said who the hell are you?

Oh, let me guess, Ray sent
another man to manipulate me.

Oh, it's like I said. It's
just like I said, man.

- She's gonna be a problem.
- I'm the problem?

She's gonna sing like a canary.

Canary? What are
you, an ornithologist

- all of a sudden?
- You know, you're a walking

contact high.

- You, shut up.
- I...

Shut up.

Why don't you all shut up?

What are we dealing with?

Things got a little messy
for my client last night.

I need you to make it go away.

Make it go away? I
came here to be with

my boyfriend, and he left
this morning with some hooker.

Takes one
to know one, huh?

Look, she's got photos.
I need you to keep her

from leaking anything
to the tabloids.

You, clean that up and
whatever else you've snorted.

You, replace the sheets.

- You.
- Seriously?

I mean, we hired you.

Now, I am literally cleaning
up that cheater's mess.

Don't make me ask again.

So we're looking good.

Poll numbers are up.
Money's coming in.

But this line's heading
in the wrong direction.

Oh, that's David's approval
with the 18 to 29s.

Now, we tried to engage,

but it's hard to get Gen Z to
care about the real issues.

Yeah, maybe with that attitude.

Thank you, Ms. West,
but that's not...

Let's hear what she has to say.

Well, I couldn't help but
notice that you don't have

a dedicated social
media strategist,

and your Twitter feed shows
how well that's going.

Platitudes and
infographics? Blah.

Social media isn't just
about communication.

It's about connection.

For example, Doug, right
now I just know you as

David's campaign manager,
but when I saw that you spent

last Friday night front row
at the Bad Bunny concert,

well, now we're
connecting as people.

So what do you
suggest we do next?

TikTok, Instagram.

You're a charming
guy. Let's use that.

David's a politician,
not an influencer.

I'd argue they're
one in the same.

She's not wrong.

Uh, would you give us a moment?

Where'd this new aide come from?

Don't tell me Claire Fox
introduced her to you.

Yeah, well, Claire helps
shore up political support

from some of our
donors, and I...

Did her a favor.

I really wish you'd told me.

It's not a big
deal, Dad. Really.

Plus, Jen has some good ideas.

Just don't assume
she's working for you.

When it comes to Claire Fox,
there's always another agenda.

Oh, I not gonna let you
sweep this under the rug.

I am gonna take these
pictures straight to TMZ.

Come on. Is that necessary?

Treat Ray Ray with the
respect he treated me.

If you do that, the only person

that will get hurt is you.

It doesn't matter what he did.

The woman pays
the price. Always.

Which is why you're
gonna take this money.

And you're gonna
forget everything

that's happened here today.

Uh, I gotta... I
gotta take this.

I'm gonna take... I'm
gonna take this, yeah.

- Hey, what's up?
- You were right.

Some government suits are
here asking questions.

Well, you already took
care of that thing, right?

I was getting to it,
bro. I'm slammed.

Where is it now?

The car is on the
north side of the yard.

I'll give them the grand tour.

That should buy you enough
time to do what you gotta do.

Okay, yeah. I'll
be right there.

Hey, uh, so... ha.

I've got a friend who
has a car emergency.

- Uh, I gotta go now.
- Wait.

Do you idiots ever have a
day without a crisis? Huh?

Cut him loose. We don't
need him here anyway.

Good riddance, Dick.

Go.

Now, hand the man your phone

so we can all move
on with our lives.

Thank you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's with the photos?

Insurance. You don't
pay the rest of my fee

or you decide to disclose
my involvement here,

these go public.

Oh.

What are you doing?

That's the only proof I
have or RTJ and his whore.

Hey, wait.

You can't have digital
evidence floating around.

You never know
who can get to it.

Uh...

Well, I wish I could say
it's been a pleasure.

But it never is.

Wait.

You need to give me a ride.

I would call one, but
you just nuked my phone.

Or I could catch a ride with

one of the paparazzi downstairs.

I thought you had
this all sewn up.

Fine. Come with me.

Can we take a look over here?

That's where I park my junkers.

It wouldn't be down there.

Yeah, I'd still
like to take a look.

Oh.

It's Charlie.

Mm, I'll call him back.

No, go ahead and take it.

These cars aren't
going anywhere.

True.

- Hey, you.
- Hey.

I know you're at
work, I'm sorry.

I just, uh...

I wanted to hear your voice.

What's going on?
Stuff with the bar?

Yeah, yeah, something like that.

Hey, I was thinking...

what about a little stay-cation?

Tonight, escape for a few
hours just you and me.

- Yeah, that sounds great.
- Great.

Meet me at the
Langston at 8:00.

Yeah, okay. I'll be there.

It's a date. See you soon.

What do you think?

Looks familiar.

I wasn't using him, you know?

I mean, the parties were fun.

The lifestyle.

I didn't come from much, but...

I really thought
we had something.

And now, I just
feel like a fool.

You were right, what you said.

That the woman always
pays the price.

A word of advice.

It may be hard, but let
the past stay the past.

Bet you see a lotta
people with regrets

in your line of work.

Hey, what are you gonna
do with those photographs?

I'm asking 'cause I got a
kid, and I really don't...

I don't know who you are
or what you're angling for,

but your sob story needs work.

Get out.

Don't ever call me
again, and remember,

I have more on you
than you have on me.

And you just slide the
pancake onto the plate.

And boom.

You're done.

My dad always called this
the dinner of champions.

Sorry, that was lame.

Can we go again?

It was great.

The whole point is connecting
over the little things.

Hey, you wanna try some?

I can't let good
kimchi-jeon go to waste.

Go for it.

Just like that. Yup. Perfect.

Ah! Okay.

And dip.

Mm, mm.

It's hot.

Hope I didn't, uh,

step on any toes with
your team before.

I know they only think
I'm here as a favor.

Hey, I chose to hire you.

I just have a hard
time believing

people really want
me at the table.

The truth is, I
got most of my jobs

from my parents
calling in favors.

Listen, I still doubt I'm
here because I earned it.

And sometimes I think
even my own team

doesn't see me for who
I am or what I've done.

My parents could've
got me on any campaign,

and I chose yours

because of who you are.

Because I believe in you.

Maybe it's time the rest of
the team sees the real you.

I certainly like him.

No, Pop, what I said is
for like ten seconds,

I thought he made me.

You shouldn't have improvised.

- We had a plan.
- Didn't work, right?

We had one shot with
Baylor. I took it.

- But that's how you get hurt.
- Hey.

- How'd it go?
- Oh, it's fine.

It's gonna be fine.
I swapped the plate,

and then I called your
boy over at Customs Office

to make sure the new plate
pings far, far from Baltimore.

Good. That should keep
the feds off our asses.

Hey, how'd it go with
Baylor? He take the bait?

Um, so he nuked the phone
before we got out of the room,

but I was able to talk
my way into his car.

- He almost made her.
- No, he didn't.

- It was fine. I'm fine.
- He almost made her.

I shouldn't have left. No,
I could've handled that.

Hey, I handled it,
and I got something.

Whoo! Yay, Bird.

Okay, so he had this key.

Make was Belson.
Printed on it was RMO32.

So I gave it to my guy
Stosh to see what businesses

in the area use that brand
and that locker model.

Because before he
nuked the phone,

he took all of these
photos of the blackmail

with this old-school spy camera.

- The guy's a total Luddite.
- So wait a minute.

So you're thinking that
Baylor's black book

is actually physical,
not digital.

Yeah and hidden in
one of these lockers.

Ready to look for a needle
in a very large haystack?

Oh, my God.

Okay, look, um,

I had plans with Emma, so
let me call her and cancel.

And then we'll roll our
sleeves up and get going.

Stop. Whoa.

Go spend time with
your girlfriend.

Yeah. We'll tag you
back in tomorrow.

We got this.

Okay. Thanks.

- I'm fine, Pop.
- Shouldn't have improvised.

Nothing on the Charger.

But now I got some ideas
for my next car lease.

- This is a sexy car.
- You know what?

Let's call it.

You should go home, and
I don't wanna be late.

Hot date with Charlie?

Guess he got over the polygraph.

Yeah, he took it surprisingly
well, all things considered.

Border patrol found
that license plate

you were looking for
abandoned outside El Paso.

You think our mystery man

ditched the plates before
crossing the border?

Yeah, you've been saying
that the revenue stream

would uncover the
Maguires' next move.

And this confirms our intel

that Connor is making
in-runs with the cartels.

We'll need to relocate
some personnel.

- Relocate?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna make a recommendation
that you oversee the operation.

I hear great things
about our Juárez station.

Diplomatic cover, an
international operation,

real action.

I'm a honeypot away from
finishing my bucket list.

Em, this is huge.

Yeah.

Huge.

I'm surprised you're here.

I thought your band had a gig.

Oh, yeah the, uh, the
tour bus broke down,

so I'm here for another night.

Lucky for you.

Lucky for me? Lucky for you.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

♪ Waitin' for me... ♪

I know you have your
botany symposium tomorrow.

It's a... growing problem.

Nice.

♪ Right out where
the sun will set... ♪

You're here.

♪ Maybe I'm dreamin' ♪

I'm here.

♪ A dream when I'm fine with ♪

♪ I'll rage on... ♪

I'm glad we're doing this.

Yeah, me too.

Yeah, I think we both needed it.

♪ Maybe I love how I feel
in the wind and the breeze ♪

♪ So light ♪

♪ I'm light... ♪

You ever think
about where we'd be

if we hadn't sat at
that bar at that moment?

Ha. I try not to
think about it.

♪ Li-i-i-ight ♪

♪ Can you feel it? ♪

♪ Close to you? ♪

♪ Feel it, feel it... ♪

Come to Mexico with me.

Great.

I'll gas up the private jet,
you bring the champagne.

No, Charlie, I'm serious.

♪ Feel it, feel it... ♪

Why Mexico?

Well, I... can't say exactly.

♪ Maybe I love the way I
can fall on my feet... ♪

Oh, you... you're working.

♪ Maybe I love how I feel... ♪

Got ya.

♪ I'm the breeze,
so light... ♪

Look, I...

Honestly, if my boss had
asked me two months ago,

I wouldn't have hesitated.

And I know it's impulsive,

which is so not me,
but the thing is...

I already can't sleep when
you're not next to me.

I love you.

Oh, God.

It's not what you think.

You don't need to explain.

- It's fine. Totally fine.
- It's...

- No, it's so fine.
- No, no, no, no.

- I-it's not fine.
- Emma...

- I'm gonna go.
- Please don't go.

- Please, Emma, just stay.
- No.

I'm not gonna stay.

Bye, Charlie.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Aren't you, uh, supposed to be

waking up in silk
sheets right about now?

No, hotel switched
to pima cotton.

Wasn't digging the thread count.

Mm-hmm.

Night ended early.

- You getting a fresh pot?
- Yeah, sure.

Hey, so where're we at
with Baylor's black book?

- What'd I miss?
- Uh, Pop and I got through

about half the list last night.

There's still 214 buildings
to go with 32 or more lockers.

You wanna split it up?

I'll take Northeast
DC. You take Northwest.

First, how 'bout you tell
me why you been lying to me.

Yeah, okay.

You've been weird.
I've been patient.

Hey, Bird, we're all going
through a lot right now.

Oh, stop it.

You're my brother.
What's going on?

Hmm. Emma.

I don't think it's
gonna work out.

Why? What happened?

We're just too different.

She don't know
about any of this.

I don't like hiding it from her.

Yeah. Gotta let it go though.

Whatever we had,
it's in the past.

Let the past stay the past.

What's that?

I think I know where to
find Baylor's black book.

It's my decision to make.

Because I'm the
candidate, not my father.

We can discuss this later.

I heard you come
home last night.

What happened to
your stay-cation?

I think we're done.

Why? What happened?

I said the L word.

And Charlie didn't say it back.

It just... sorta
came out, but I...

Still thought he would...

I mean, I literally read
people for a living.

How could I have been so off?

I was so sure it was real.

I finally let someone in.

I am really sorry, Em.

Yeah.

Me too.

Thornton's campus.

Baylor spent years there
undercover as a professor.

Minutes away from his fat
cat clients on Capitol Hill.

He'd know the place
inside and out.

So remember Baylor's key
had RM printed on it.

Guess which library
has 50 thesis lockers

that use that same
key? Reim Memorial.

Oh, it looks like your
Hail Mary paid off, Bird.

I'll dust off Professor
Bloom so I can keep guard.

I think I still got
that tweed jacket

- laying around here somewhere.
- I miss that guy.

- He still teaching astronomy?
- Russian history.

Reading a lot of Trotsky lately.

He's a fascinating man.

Okay, so while Professor
Pinko's keeping

an eye on the door,
all we gotta do

is pick Baylor's lock,
copy the black book,

and then put it back before
he ever knew we were there.

Oh, is that all?

♪ And you got it ♪

♪ Lady, you got it ♪

♪ Got it, yeah ♪

♪ Show me ♪

That can't be it.

Look.

You gotta be kidding me. It's
just a box of microfiche?

I mean, we knew
he was old-school,

but this is ancient.

He must shrink it down to
make it easier to hide.

So how're we gonna copy it?

Uh... there was a
scanner that we passed.

It'll let me dump it
onto a flash drive.

- It's gonna take a while.
- All right.

Then let's get goin'.

Oh, no, no. But the
thing about Lenin

is that he was always
jealous of Trotsky,

because Trotsky had
the gift of gab.

I'm tellin' ya, if the
Astrodome had been around...

Trotsky would've packed it.

He had presence.

Yeah, uh, excuse me a minute.

Baylor's incoming.
Got about 20 seconds.

I'll distract him.
You keep going.

Hey, Charlie, he's armed.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's
why I gotta do this.

That should give you time.

Hey, Bird, Dad, you guys clear?

Hey, I'm in. I'm in the van.

Okay. I'll meet
you outside then.

Hey, pal.

Hello again.

I believe you came to
take something of mine,

so I thought I'd take
something of yours.

You know, there's an easier way

to register for my class.

Let him go.

Who? Your father here?

I thought so.

I take it that was your
sister in my car as well.

Family of criminals.
Holidays must be a delight.

Hey, Pop, Charlie, you keep
him talking, all right?

I'm gonna find us
something we can use.

You calling us criminals?

People pay you to
fix their problems,

an then you steal their
secrets for blackmail?

Cost of doing business; if
my clients really wanted to

protect themselves,
they'd have no secrets.

Everybody's hiding
something, pal.

Except you.

No, someone spilled your secret.

How's it feel to be
disavowed by your country?

Having my cover blown left
me with nothing to hide.

Unlike you, I have nothing
that makes me vulnerable.

What's your play here?

Steal my collateral
to make a buck?

I'd like to steal
that gun of yours

and stick it up your...

Oh!

You okay?

Yeah.

It's all there.

Even so...

I can't let you out of
here knowing what you know.

Hey, Charlie, I think
I got something.

Those books in Baylor's locker
were written by the wife

of the dean who blew his cover.

- She's his secret.
- Katherine Moss.

She's the reason you
got burned, right?

You two were having an affair,

and when her husband found out,
he was the one who exposed you.

But you're still
carrying a torch for her.

It's romantic, really.

You think
I care about her?

The past is the past.

Then why are you keeping
the books she gave you

in your locker?

Okay, Charlie, I found
her. She lives at 39...

44 Brandywine.

That's where she lives
with her husband, the dean.

- Right?
- Don't you dare go near her.

As long as you stay clear
of us, she's gonna be fine.

But the second I sniff
you anywhere nearby...

I'm gonna let all
your enemies know

where to find her.

Deal?

Deal.

Good morning, everyone.

I wanted to introduce
you to your new

Director of Social
Media, Jennifer West.

- Hey.
- Hey, Jen.

I have complete faith in Jen,
and I know you all will too.

We need to stop
making assumptions

and see each other
for who we really are.

That goes double for voters.

Together, we can bring
real change to Washington.

And let's get to work.

Nice digs.

I know, right?

I acquired it from some
new business partners.

You see, Charlie?

Cooperation has its benefits.

Yeah.

Got you what you needed.

So much power in
the palm of my hand.

This should take off, what,

2 million off your
debt, let's say?

Debt, right. That's
between you and Connor.

You're lucky I'm
feeling generous,

considering the
information on here

solves your problems
as much as mine.

- How would it do that?
- Well,

the feds spotted you
handing stolen cash

to a drug dealer you brought
stateside, so... yes.

You might need some
dirty politicians.

You got a particular
scumbag in mind,

or did you just nearly
get my family and I killed

for a fishing expedition?

All you need to know is
the blackmail on here

will get the feds off both
of our trails for good.

I took care of that drop car.

All right? They not
on to us anymore.

I don't think you understand
who we're up against.

There's this little CIA
spook... she's smart.

Tenacious. A real
caped crusader.

But lucky for us, her family
isn't quite so principled.

Politicians, am I right?

I bet a threat to her family

will put a nice little
dent in her can-do spirit.

Emma.

What are you doing here?

We need to talk.

Nothing more to say.

Hey, Daphne Finch
is coming for you.

How do you know that name?

Because I'm working for her.

Oh, my God.

It's you... the guy in the mask.

Look, she's got
dirt on your family,

and she intends to use
it against you, Emma.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I love you too.