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Corporate espionage
is a dirty way to get rich.

- I'm not a spy.
- Uh, manipulating people

and situations to influence
markets for client advantage

- is what, then?
- Consulting.

- Hailey.
- John.

I swiped on you at the bar.
That's how I found you.

No, it isn't.

I need to know
who you really are,

so start telling me.

None of this shit happened
until I met you.

Obviously, this was a big
mistake, so I am letting you go.

You know what? Fuck no.

- What?
- I'm not going.

God, it's so good to see you.

- It's been too long, huh?
- Yeah, it has.

- It's a simple job.
- Why me?

I know I can trust you.

All we need to do is suggest
that the Banomar Group

and the Treasury Department
investigator are somehow

in bed together--
nothing tawdry,

just a few photographs
to feed the narrative

and squash the investigation.

There's video of you. Listen.

They cut Weir in.
Valence fucked us.

Were you in that explosion?

- What the hell happened?
- This was not the plan.

Shut up!

Nothing has changed.

Miles, no!

How do I access
Valence's comms data?

Without his password

and his authenticator,
there's no getting in.

Five wrong tries,

the whole server
just bleaches itself.

It's impossible.

REPORTER [over TV]:
Authorities have identified

a person of interest
in the mysterious deaths

of tech entrepreneur
Miles Valence

and Treasury official
Edward Homm.

G-MAN: Your father died
fighting for this country.

He did what he did
so that you and your mother

wouldn't have to suffer
through his hell.

Oh, you're really messing
this one up, John.

Nice to see you, too, Dad.

You need to know
what you're getting into.

This is not cops and robbers

or three-dimensional chess

or any game you've ever played.

The enemy is everywhere,
but he can't be seen.

The enemy is highly intelligent

and highly resourceful.

Eyes and ears
will be on you everywhere,

and you must act accordingly.

It requires absolute commitment
to the plan,

absolute trust in one another,

and absolute doubt
in anyone else.

Now, if you can't do that--

trust me

and trust the plan--

there's no point
in going any further.

You able to do that?

Yes.

What about you?

Yes.
Mm.

Good.

Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Weir!

Weir! Weir!

Stop. Weir!

I'm calling your mother.

Again.

Johnathan, lunch.

Johnathan.

No!

Johnathan.

Johnathan.

What are you doing?

I told you never to come here.

I can't do this anymore.

I am sending you away.

Wake up.

Come on.

Out of bed.

Let's go.

Who wants to come up?

John?

Come up here.

You're the one in most need.

Stop.

Mr. Valence.

Come up here and show Mr. Weir
how it's done.

Hey, Miles.

- Do you know this book?
- What?

- Do you know it?
- No, but it looks interesting.

I found this stuff by the safe.

Lots of numbers,
and some are circled.

And this article,
it's the same thing

but with the letters circled.

Maybe it's a cipher.

A-A code kind of.

Hold on.

I learned a lot about this
for computer class.

See? Code.

I-I think that's what
he wrote there.

Can you do it?

I-I don't know.
What's in the safe?

I don't know.

Can you do it or not?

Why do you want
to get in the safe so bad?

Is there money
or something in it?

I just want answers.

Do you really think
the answer's in there?

Just open it.

So, what's your pitch?

Your company
is the fastest-growing

snack food brand
in the entire world.

Your Macaroni and Cheese Puffs
are a huge hit.

Your stock price is riding high

because of
record-breaking sales.

And right about now,
you're wondering,

"What the fuck
do I need these guys for?"

VALENCE [chuckles]: That's
because your main competitor,

Unified Grain Mills,
they're in the process right now

of testing a copycat product,

Mac Cheezies.

And they have three times
your marketing reach,

so when they enter the space,

you're gonna see
a huge dent in your sales.

Your earnings in Q4 and beyond
are gonna take a massive hit.

But we can buy you time.

Yeah, I'm listening.

It's called
a mass psychogenic event.

In layman's terms,
simple hysteria.

Our operatives can easily
infiltrate Unified's test groups

and identify recruits
prone to suggestion.

Is it hot?

Are you hot?

No, not really.

Then, with a few
carefully placed reactions,

we would induce
a nightmare scenario for them.

Yeah. It's hot.

Feeling a little queasy, too.

Uh, I guess it's a little warmer
than I'd like.

Hey, what's in this shit?

We're confident such an event...

I'm gonna puke.

I-I don't feel so good.

...would derail Unified's
release of Mac Cheezies

for at least a year.

I'm nauseous.
Can I go to the bathroom?

Sir, could you please
stay in your seat?

I'm gonna throw up.

That is the craziest shit
I've ever heard.

You can really do that?

Yeah, it's science.

Not only can we do it.

We guarantee it.

Where do I sign?

I think congratulations
are in order.

You, too, brother.

I, uh, I just wanted
to show you something

that I've been batting around,
all right?

- Sure.
- It's, uh, an interesting metric

that I found on a study

about the data
that Facebook uses.

- Sure.
- Now, it was designed

to determine
if someone's preferences--

so, their behavior really--

could be predicted
by a computer model

based solely on their likes.

And, according to the study,

the model was able to predict
someone's behavior

better than a coworker
after just ten likes.

After 150 likes,
it beat their parents.

After 300 likes,

the model was more accurate
than their spouse.

- Holy shit.
- Yeah.

Look, we know
psychology, behavior,

and we sure know
how to make money at it,

but this big data thing,

it can just...

figure it out bigger,
better, faster than us.

Now, we could build a simulation

and just take
all of that raw data,

taking it easily from somewhere
like social media

or databases or online polls,

and we could process it all
for sale to businesses

or politicians

or law enforcement, governments.

I mean, they would pay
huge money for whatever

that data could tell them
about people

and how to predict
or motivate their behaviors.

I mean, you can see where
this is all gonna go, right?

Yeah, of course.

I mean, yes.

But is this really
what we want to be doing?

John, this is what
we're doing already

with these rich pricks,
isn't it?

Using our knowledge
against them?

This is just bigger
and much more profitable.

I mean, this is the future.

You know I'm right.

So, let's be a part of it.

All right, you just...

you just promise me that
you're gonna think about it,

okay?

I don't need to.

I'm in.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Wow.

Oh, God, what are we
gonna call it?

REPORTER [over TV]: A sad
development out of New Delhi

in the form of a press release

that provides a little closure
for many Indian families.

The Indian government
has called off

- all active search efforts...
- Shannon, go home.

I will.

...which vanished
without a trace last May.

The mysterious circumstances surrounding

the flight's disappearance
have not been resolved,

and terrorism
has not been ruled out.

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We used to have a lot of fun
with this, remember?

Okay, I don't know who you are,

but I've already
called the police,

so if you want to make an exit,
this is your last chance.

I think you're better
than that, John.

The door wasn't forced.
I'm not a common criminal.

I'm not searching the place
for a cash box.

I'm just playing your hi-fi
and waiting for you.

Okay, Moriarty, you want
a meeting, call my office.

Now, please leave.

John, it's me.

I said leave.

Maybe you want to sit down.

Acute shock,
it can manifest itself

in a variety of ways.

Denial, sublimation of reality,

is a common reaction.

I'm a psychologist.
I should know.

A psychologist, John,

like your father.

Dad?

I think we should sit,
take a moment.

We don't have to talk,
just absorb,

and-and I will explain everything.

What did you do?

No, it had to be done.
Your lives were in danger.

- If you will just sit down...
- What the fuck did you do?

Things went wrong.
You weren't supposed to know.

Now, if you would just sit down.

Stop saying that.

What is this?
What do you want from me?

I need your help.

Are you fucking kidding?

Who are you?
Where the fuck have you been?

I had to make a choice.
Now, I'll understand...

Oh, a choice?
This was all a choice?

Believe me, John, if it
wasn't absolutely necessary,

I wouldn't be here.

I've run out of places to go.

Wow.

M-My mom-- your wife--
she ran out of places to go.

She died because of you.

She knew, John.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad? Dad!

Oh, John.

It's too late. It's too late.

I know.

No! No!

She knew I had to do something.

Look, he has to be stopped,
you understand?

Okay, you need to go.

No, it took me a long time
to find him,

and, finally, I got him,
and then the bastard

went and blew up
the goddamn plane.

- Just get out.
- Now he's here.

- You must believe me.
- Believe you?

That's never gonna happen.

Get the fuck out
of my apartment now.

Please.

Just go.

Get the fuck out
of my apartment!

Now!

Drink.

John, come on.

Come on.

Here.

"Safety in numbers," right?

You're still taking
that Paxil, yeah?

It was him.
I didn't imagine this.

It was definitely him.

What's his fucking game?
I mean, why now?

He was going on about
conspiracies everywhere.

I mean, real paranoid,
delusional shit.

He sounds incredibly sick.

- Probably where I get it from.
- Yeah, probably.

Should I...
should I call someone, or...?

Okay, okay.

What are you feeling?

It's not good.

You mean, like,
eight years ago not good or...?

Not yet.

Fuck, I can't go
through that again.

I cannot let my mind go down
that fucking rabbit hole.

- I know it's possible...
- It's okay.

We got through it before.
I will be here to do it again

if I have to, okay? Okay?

- It'll be okay.
- Thank you.

Take a breath.

- Just breathe.
- Yeah.

He said my mom knew.

- What, that he was alive?
- Yeah.

Come on.

No way.

I always thought she drank
because he died.

Maybe she drank
because she knew he didn't.

Oh, fuck.

I built an entire life

around everything
we found in that safe.

- Yeah.
- My psych degree,

everything I am,

everything I know is predicated
on my life experience,

and now I'm supposed to just
accept that it's all bullshit?

Fuck no!

Or he's fucking nuts, John.

He keeps going on about
this guy named Crowley

and some new world order
that's set up

to hijack governments
and take over the world.

I mean, real
Manchurian Candidate shit.

He thinks he's some kind
of super spy. It's insane.

Clearly.

- Did he have any proof?
- Of course not.

I mean, he said he had a guy
who was bringing him proof,

who was on the AeroDelhi flight
disappeared last year.

- That's convenient.
- Yeah, convenient.

You're just supposed to
take him at his word now, too?

He tried telling me about
all these top-secret operations

that would, one day,
come to light,

vindicate everything
that he was saying.

What kind of operations?

Crazy shit, like...

like the Russians
secretly orchestrating

a terrorist-style attack
on the Panama and Suez Canal

so they'd have the only viable
trade route to sell oil

to Europe and North America.
I mean, ridiculous, right?

I mean, the rest of the world
wouldn't stand by

and let that happen, right?

Right.

Right.

He's a fucking nutcase,

and you should forget
you ever saw him.

REPORTER [over TV]:
In a joint terrorist attack,

simultaneous explosions rocked

both the Suez and Panama Canals,

crippling the global economy
as this critical trade route...

In our early Agency days,

we developed techniques

on how to manipulate populations.

You know, you saw the research.

The Algorithms of Control.

We used them
to undermine elections,

sway public support
and elect favorable regimes.

All that mattered
was that those governments

fell in line
with U.S. interests.

But Crowley
didn't see it that way.

Crowley saw it
through darkened eyes.

He started selling
our cutting-edge psyops

as a service
to foreign governments

and to businesses on the side.

Highest bidder, all come.

I've been out there,
tracking him,

hunting him, watching him
help oligarchs and dictators.

You pick your scumbag,
Crowley's worked for him.

I almost had him once.

I even stopped a genocide.

Well, almost.

But now he's not
working for hire.

He's got so much money,
it's not about that anymore.

It's about power.
He wants power.

He wants a regime of his own,

and he wants it right here.

Here? Come on.
How do you know that?

Because I wrote the book.

Chapter one, undermine
people's faith in the media

so they begin to doubt
the very nature of the truth.

Chapter two,

polarize factions in society.

When people stop seeing
the other side as human,

then human rights
cease to be an obstacle.

Chapter three,

marginalize the intelligentsia.

If people stop listening
to experts,

then they become malleable. Hmm?

That sound familiar?

Chapter four--
now, you'll need chapter four--

elect a candidate under
the guise of restoring order.

Someone smart,
someone charismatic,

but someone who can...
can be controlled.

What's chapter five?

Oh, there's no chapter five.

Now the country's yours.

Yes. Oh, yeah.

The bottom line is,
it's happening right now,

a lot faster
than I thought it would.

Maybe by even the next election.

- That soon?
- Yeah.

Time is running out
for me, John.

I'm fucking old.

This is too much for me
to do on my own.

Now, you two both know my work.

You've built a career out of
what you found in that safe.

You're the only people
who can help me do this.

Full stop.

Tell me I'm wrong.

Are you gonna help me
get the son of a bitch?

Police continue to search

for a man in connection
with the murder

of U.S. Treasury official
Edward Homm.

The suspect, John Weir,
is still at large

as both local
and federal authorities

step up the search.

In Washington,
the latest version

of the Shared Data Act
is nearing a vote

in the House this week,
prompting protests

in many major cities.

Though support
for the vote is slim,

sponsors hope
to make sure that they can...

I don't know how
you can be so goddamned stupid.

I don't know why
you can't just let it go.

I like the taste
of turkey bacon.

It's not some big
political thing. I just like it.

Oh, come on, John,
it's disgusting.

Turkey bacon, it tastes like
salted asshole.

Nice.

Listen, this whole low-fat craze

was a campaign
to sell more wheat goods.

Big Ag financed those studies

and got the feds
to back them up.

The messaging scared
the shit out of people,

they sold a shitload of pasta

and created a country
full of fat diabetics.

How my own son can be taken in
by that is beyond belief.

Can we please just get back
to what we were talking about?

All right. What else is there?

The girl. She's a wild card.
She's got to go.

- I don't think she's involved.
- Are you 100% on that?

Of course not.

Well, there you go,
it's Occam's Razor.

You want to be 100%,
we kill her.

Oh, my God. Would you please
stop with the CIA bullshit?

We're not gonna kill her.

It's standard procedure.
I can do it.

Would you please stop?

You said he wasn't
gonna do this again.

I know what I said.
Trust me, you're fine.

Well, it was standard
procedure in the '80s.

Now? Fuck knows.

Too much Agency oversight.

- I blame Bill Clinton.
- This man raised you?

No, thank God.

And I promise you,
he's not gonna kill anybody.

Listen, I was just thinking
out loud. All right, calm down.

Don't take it personally, sweetheart.

We had a plan.

Which he decided to ignore

and take a lot of risks
because he can't face up

to the fact that his best friend
flipped on him

and then topped himself
when he got found out.

Please, stop trying
to psychoanalyze me.

Well, who's got the doctorate
around here, me or you?

You haven't practiced
psychology in decades.

Wait, what?

You're-you're a psychologist?
You know what?

Next time you want to fake
your own suicide,

don't fake it.

Wait, what?!

You weren't supposed to know.

How many more times
do I have to say it?

We agreed to leave this
in the past,

but you keep bringing it up.

Fine, whatever.

It's not as if I beat you.

I was there for you.

I was there when you played
the turkey in the play.

Oh, my God!

That was kindergarten. A lot
of stuff has happened since.

Oh, yeah, you faking
your fucking suicide!

Oh, God, no wonder
you're so fucked up.

What?

I think I've done really well,
given the circumstances.

Did you really do that?
How old was he?

Eat your eggs.

- Ten.
- Ten?

That's so fucked up.

How long did you think
he was dead for?

Would you eat your eggs
and shut up?!

Excuse me?

Hey, don't be an asshole to her.

She's got nothing to do
with this. 35 years.

- Oh, God. For real?
- For real.

Enough. Listen, can we get back
to the plan?

- And you forgave him?
- No, not entirely.

Oh, God, I don't even know how

you can be
in the same room with him.

Oh, God, that's it, I'm gonna
blow a fuse in a minute, really.

We should probably stop talking
about this right now. Look.

We need to know
what Valence knew, okay?

And I think that this...

will do that.

Always stick to the plan, remember?

Breaking into Valence's comms
is not part of it.

We need to get
that Homm to talk.

Maybe we don't. Maybe this is
all we need to find Crowley.

Who's Crowley?
Just eat your eggs.

Stop saying that! No.

Valence turned on us. Face it.

I don't know that
with absolute certainty.

Right now, nothing is adding up.

They found Valence dead
with a gun? He hated guns.

The look he gave me
right before he jumped?

I can't even explain that.

But, look, may-maybe he was just

trying to protect me
from something.

The only thing
that I'm certain about right now

is that absolutely
none of this makes sense.

No, Crowley got to him,
plain and simple.

Face it, it's a mind game, John.

And you're being sucked in
instead of staying on mission.

The last message
that Valence got--

"Do it now"--
that was from Crowley.

Now, if I can access
Valence's comms data,

I can trace that call

right back to the source.
Enough already!

Homm will lead us to Crowley.
That was the plan!

We bloody near killed ourselves
to pull it off.

So let's get him to talk.

- Who's Crowley?
- Oh, just eat, will you?

You really should eat something.

No, none of this is vegan.

Oh, you're a vegan?

Of course you're vegan.
I should've known.

Look, I-I need something to eat.
Can I go to the store?

No.
- Well...

I need, like,
a KIND Bar, something.

Listen, John, I will be

very, very nice to Homm
and get him to talk,

but I tell you now,
that and that...

won't bring us to Crowley.

Who the fuck is Crowley?

Eat your eggs.

Could I, uh, get my phone back?

Uh, j-just to check my messages?

Rather you didn't.

Um, how about one of,
one of these?

Would that be safer?

Rather you didn't.

You still don't trust me, huh?

Just you...

and the rest of the human race.

So are you, like, a hacker?

No, not really.

I just need
to enter his password.

The server will ask me
for a code,

which will come up on the fob,
and once I'm in,

I'll try and gather as much
communication data as possible.

How do you know his password?

I don't.

But I got some ideas.

Shit.

What is so funny?

We love numbers.

Games, ciphers.

Safety in numbers.

His password's got to be
something like that.

The Fibonacci sequence
was a favorite.

Damn it.

Second attempt failed.

Three more,
and he's locked out for good.

Run a trace on his location.

I'll alert Xander.

Uh, so this...

Crowley guy,

is he after you?

- Or... you after him?
- Both.

Can you get me
that egg timer back there?

Thanks.

Yeah.

Your father, like, he...
he's like...

Don't worry, you're not gonna
find a word to sum him up.

Can I ask you something?

What do you say
when-when people ask you

about your childhood?

Like-like, at a party
or whatever,

what do you...
what-what do you say?

I haven't been in that kind
of situation for a long time.

Yeah, but it must come up, right?

Are you the kind of person

who tells the truth, or...

do you make up something up?

I mean, there's,
there's two ways to go.

You either enjoy
laying it all out there

making things awkward,
watching 'em squirm

for bringing it up,

or you avoid it
by making up something nice

and moving on.

I'm curious, which one are you?

I used to tell people
that my dad was in the military

and we traveled the world
together and it was magical.

I guess I thought
it was better than saying

that he turned me into
a distrustful, paranoid mess

unfit for fatherhood

and incapable of having
normal human relationships.

Fuck me.

Wow.

Which one are you?

Oh, I'm awkward all the way.

Awkward, for sure.

"What were your parents like?"

And I just go all dead-faced,
I go,

"I never have a dad.

"I grew up in a car with my mom

"until she died
when I was seven,

but most of the foster homes
were nice."

And they just absolutely
die inside.

Like, like they want
to curl up in a ball.

You got to make it awkward.

It's the best, I'm telling you.

Oh.

And the rest?

The rest?

Oh, um...

Well, I did
the whole bootstrap thing.

Got myself into college.

Worked my way
through law school.

Got married too young.

That did not work out.

Ended up in Pittsburgh.

Reinvented myself and...

currently in hiding
with a fugitive

and his fucked-up father.

- That's about it.
- Wow.

I can't tell whether I'm
supposed to apologize for asking

or if you're telling me
the feelgood lie.

Gas station up the street,
if you're still hungry.

Yeah?

You are gonna let me go there?

Yeah, I can trust you that much.

No phones. Cash only.

Yeah?

You think they're gonna have
a good vegan section?

I doubt it.

Better idea.

An apple tree in the backyard.

Yeah.

That is a better idea.

He's trying again.

I knew he'd be back.

Does he know that you know that?

It's a safe bet.
How's the trace?

Depends on how many layers
he's hiding behind.

If it's one VPN, it's easy.

If it's a cluster,
it'll take longer.

The longer he's connected to it,
the closer we get.

We'll find him.

There's only so many ghost
addresses he can hide behind.

Shouldn't be too long.

Good.

Sir, I can get a location
on Weir.

Yes. Actionable.

I have a team standing by.

I have a source deep
in the government, okay?

A deep state guy, okay,
who calls himself Zaius...

All right, here we go.
- I-I'm serious!

- Okay.
- True story.

- Open up.
- And Zaius swears up and down

that this, um...

that this-this
treasury investigator...

What's his...? Homm, yeah.

- Look, you're famous.
- Homm. He thinks

Edward Homm was killed

because he got too close
to something big.

I mean, it makes sense to me.

Listen, the guy's nuttier
than squirrel shit,

but millions
of people watch him.

It's a strange fucking world,
isn't it?

Hmm?

Look.

It's safe.

The man don't like Edward Homm.

And if the man
don't like Edward Homm,

you know what the man does?

Come on.

You must be starving.

...the rich and powerful
of America...

Come on.

It's either this
or the turkey bacon.

...powerful enemies
who are connected,

who know people who would be

very happy if he was
out of the picture.

Why? Because he...

See, no one wants to hurt you.

We just want to find out
why they wanted you dead.

Nutjob Shaw's right.

One of your investigations
touched a nerve.

So why don't we start
from there, hmm?

How many investigations
are you running?

Hmm?

Come on, Ed,
we're trying to help you here.

Was it Crowley?

Do you know that name?

Crowley?

Did you stumble on that name?

Look, we saved your life, right?

You know that.

You found something.

Big enough to make you a target.

We both want the same thing,
you and us.

So what's it gonna be?

Are you gonna be all heroic
and difficult?

Or are you gonna be sensible
and help us save the world?

You need to know
what you're getting into.

This is not cops and robbers
or three-dimensional chess

or any game you've ever played.

No one's ever succeeded
in toppling a democracy

as big and strong as ours.

There are too many
checks and balances.

Too big, too rich.

I mean, sure, Putin
has used Crowley to rat-fuck

elections and hijack
Georgia and Belarus,

and carve it up
for his billionaire buddies

and take his 50%,
but that's a far cry

from taking over a place like
the United States of America.

Now, Putin's already got
more than he can handle,

but Crowley smells
an opportunity.

See, a country rife
with anger and division...

...is a job already half done.

So he's making a play.

But to do that,
he needs to find a candidate

and to run him.

And that requires

U.S.-based infrastructure.

Financial and media,

et cetera, et cetera.

Is that how we find him?

Oh, no, you don't find him.
He finds you.

Now, this data intel business
that you've built,

he'll be attracted to that.

Arda?

Yes, but you two
have to stage a breakup

so John can come work
under the radar with me

and...
you take the company public.

And you make it known
that you can collect

and process data for elections.

And you can build psych profiles
of likely voters

and design strategies
to exploit them.

Now, it may take a bit,
but if word gets out

that you've got
everything he needs

and you're willing to work with
a less than reputable clientele

and you're comfortable
operating in the grays,

he'll come sniffing around,
I guarantee it.

And we have two big advantages.

He still thinks that I'm dead.

And he doesn't know
that you're my son.

Now, that prevents him
exploiting family

as a tool of manipulation.

Do you have any family?

None that I give a shit about.

John?

No.

Hmm. Well...

Arda will be the bait.

"Sources report that
Valence's data-driven approach

"to private
intelligence consulting

"was to blame for the split.

"Weir shall retain DBA Advisors

"while Valence will take the
new data arm, Arda Analytics.

"Plans for the public offering
remain on track."

Blah, blah, blah.

Ooh.

Wow, my quote got
the big finish.

"I'm not debating the ethics
and morals of these tools.

Serving our clientele
is our sole priority."

You sound
like a complete douchebag.

I am a visionary.

Don't let it go to your head.

Too late.

I like being the bad guy.

It really should've been me.

This is better.

Keeps you and Ben
farther away from the bait.

You're right. You're right.

So I guess all that's left to do
is cut contact.

Might be a while.

Yeah.

Maybe we find a way
to talk under the radar?

Maybe.

Eyes and ears everywhere.

I don't know.

What?

What are you worried about?

Don't let the dirty work
get to you.

I'd be more worried about you.

Who the hell else
are you gonna talk to?

You'll be okay, yeah?

Well, I-I won't let myself
go down that hole again.

That's not what I said.

Yeah, I'll be okay.

Why didn't you tell Ben about...

I don't want him knowing
anything about my personal life.

I just want to get Crowley.

Fuck!

Ha, fucker.

How much longer?

Not too long.

We've definitely
narrowed down his location.

- He is still in New York.
- Where?

- How do you like them apples?
- Jesus!

You scared me.

Dad joke.
"How do you like them apples?"

Oh.

Yeah, yeah. Dad joke.

Um...

they're-they're actually, uh...

delicious.

I'm sure they are.

They're a heritage breed.

You can't get them
in the store now.

I think it's because
they bruise very easily.

Oh. Hmm.

I, uh...

hadn't, um, heard that.

Yeah, bruising.

It's a big problem.

In the apple business, I mean.

Don't be frightened.

I've already said
I wasn't going to kill you.

I'm, I'm a man of my word.

Okay, it's just...

Look...

this whole spying around...

Impossible thing is--

- it's new to me, so I'm just...
- Mm.

I think I'm...

I think I'm confused.

It... You know?

I've worked hard
to patch things up with my son.

So killing you would be a...

definite obstacle to that.

So you stop worrying.

Yeah. Glad to hear that
my continued existence is...

- Yeah.
- ...is, uh, so important to you.

Mm. Mm.

I was a psychologist.

It was in the military,

before I joined the Agency.

You know?

One of my first projects

was to make a list
of all the tells of a liar.

It was really interesting.

- Okay. Okay.
- Mm.

So?

Well, so...

Hailey from Pittsburgh
by way of Chicago,

leading counsel
to the Homeless Aid Network...

...I'm gonna ask you a question.

Just one.

All you have to do is look me in
the eye and give me an answer.

What do you think?

Why?

Well, why not?

Just one.

Come on. That's all I need.

Then we can go inside
and eat some apples.

Um...

Okay, sure.

Are you who you say you are?

Yes.

I am who I say I am, yes.

And who are you working for?

Oh, s-sorry. That's two.

Um, two questions.

But who are you working for?

The Homeless Aid Network.

Good.

I believe you.

Easy. See?

Relax.

Lower your guard.

And show me what's in your hand.

Huh?

Your hand.

Show me.

Hmm.

I must be getting old.

Seeing things.

Hmm.

Okay.

Let's go and eat some apples.

Node 19,

Seoul, Korea,

which takes us to...

You really think
this is gonna work?

- Yeah.
- How?

Well, clue one is
these four numbers.

So, most likely,
it's a combination of these.

I've tried those.

Safes use three numbers,
not five.

I've tried the f-first three,
the last three

and any other combination
of three.

It doesn't work.

Well...

Watch this.

Clue two is all the letters.

That means it's alphanumeric.

It's the oldest kind of cipher.

Basically, it'd be a number
for each letter in the alphabet.

Say we do that.

That's what I think it is.

But that doesn't change anything.

It's just the same four numbers
in a different order.

Yeah, but break that sequence
into three parts.

Look.

Like this.

There's only one way
it would work on that dial.

Well, can you do it?

Let's see.

Holy shit, you did it!

- Oh, my God, you did it!
- I did it.

You did it!

Okay, time's up.

I know what I'm doing.
I've still got time.

Dutchess County.

Just north of the city.

They're pretty close.

All right, scramble the team.

Update them as more come in.

Enough.

No Internet after 15 minutes.

You're breaking your own rule.

I'm telling you,
I've still got time.

Time's up.
You're going to expose us.

Just let me do this.

Shit. He's rerouting again.

I'm on it.

Taking it back through node 12.

Got it.

He's actually south
of Dutchess County.

That's what I thought.

Uh, okay, okay.

Hey, hey, hey.

Don't do anything until you have
his exact location.

You got it? Be right back.

Do it. Now.
What are you waiting for?

Shit.

I'm in. I'm in.

He's in.

Almost have him.

Ossining, I think.

Waiting on the exact address.

- I'll tell the team.
- He's in the messaging server.

D-Do we cut him off?

He said not to.

But he doesn't know
that he's in.

Well, where the fuck is he?

XANDER [clears throat]:
Special Agent Madi?

Yes.

- Hi.
- Xander Arnaz.

So, I understand
you're running things for now?

Until the board
votes on a new CEO,

which should be soon, yes.

But, frankly, this is
not an opportune time for me.

- So perhaps we can...
- Oh, boy.

Perhaps we can what?

Reschedule.

Are you kidding me?

As you know,

our legal team has fully
cooperated with law enforcement

on the issue
of Mr. Valence's death.

Uh, yeah, but...

I'm here
to talk about John Weir.

John Weir?

Is this a joke to you, okay?

Why are you messing
with me right now?

I'm sorry, I'm confused.

Yes, you are confused.

Because I kicked my teenage
daughter out of the bathroom

so I could rush my ass down here

because your email said
it was urgent

we talk at 10:15
about John Weir.

Well, I did not send you
any email.

I...

I'm sorry. We're gonna have
to, uh, pick this up later.

No, no, no.
We got to talk about this.

Hey. Where are you going?

I'm not leaving!

He's downloading comm data!

What? Why are you...
why are you letting him do that?

- You said not...
- Cut him off!

Cut him off!

Fuck!

Okay, got it.

Tell everyone
we're leaving in five.

Okay.

What are you
waiting for? Open it.

What is all this?

What is it?

It's just a bunch of numbers
and bullshit.

This part looks like math.

"The Algorithms of Control:

"Cognitive Data Formulae

to Predict and Manipulate
Human Behavior."

Whatever that means.

I don't know what I thought
I'd find in there.

I was being stupid.

There's still more.

Like I said, it's just crap.

There's literally nothing here.

- Well, hang on.
- No.

He didn't give a shit about me.

He didn't care. This is
all that mattered to him.

That's not true.

It's bullshit!
How would you know?!

Because I do.

That's how I figured out
the cipher.

Look.

The numbers were always there.

They just needed
to be put in order.

People don't use random numbers

for things
that they want to remember.

They use something that
they'll easily remember.

They use something
that means something to them.

Something that they care about.

These numbers represent letters,

and they spell one thing
worth remembering.

Safety in numbers.

It's me.

It's me.

If you ever say
"safety in numbers" again,

I'm going to punch you.

Okay.

Watch your head.

There.

Sir.

I'm so sorry. Um...

Uh, the plan didn't go
as we'd hoped, sir.

Yes, sir.

...for a complicated world.

Arda Data Solutions...

Okay, look,
I just need two minutes.

That's it.

- Come on, man.
- I'm sorry.

We'll be happy to have
our attorneys contact you

as soon as possible.

Rasche.

Rasche, no, listen to me.

I didn't self-motivate.

They reached out to me, okay?
Or Weir did.

Well, I don't know. Maybe they
want someone looking into Arda.

But it doesn't matter.

There is definitely
something bigger going on here.

How do I know?

How do I... Oh!

Call it a feeling.