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- Danny? - Aaron, did you get the package?

- What package? - Unh.

Danny, are you all right?

Messengered it to your office.

- Do you have it? - No, I've been away.

I'm heading back there now. What is it?

I need you to finish it, Aaron.

It'll be dangerous.

Can't do it on your own.

415-555-0112.

No cops.

Danny?

Danny, what the hell is going on?

Danny?

Danny?

Aaron Cooper?

Who the hell are you?

Christopher Chance.

You called me on your phone, about three hours ago.

I called the number. It rang. I didn't leave a message.

I'm a good friend of your brother Danny's.

Parents died in a car accident when you were 12.

You're both crazy about deep dish pizza.

You both like the girl in the jumpsuit on Buck Rogers.

Danny's dead.

I'm sorry.

He was a good man.

The number he gave you is sort of a friends and family thing.

You call the number...

and I know that your life is in danger.

Whoever tossed this place is gonna be back, grab what's important.

Let's get out of here.

I've got no idea what any of this is about.

I mean, I'm a journalist, but I do the local beat.

This stuff is way out of my league.

Know what your brother did for a living?

He was a nonprofit lawyer for the Grovener Foundation.

Well, Danny wasn't a lawyer.

He was a counterintelligence operative with the foreign service.

Danny wasn't a spy.

No, he wasn't a spy.

He was a spy hunter.

He was one of the best.

- So you worked with him? - No.

Well, not exactly. Let me see that file.

Do we know how he died?

Um, cops said there was no sign of trauma but internal bleeding.

- Like some acute allergic reaction. - Nosebleed?

How did you know that?

A custom poison fits the profile.

It looks like your brother was following a Russian agent.

And this Russian agent got to him first.

How is this possible?

The Cold War ending doesn't mean all the spies went home.

Aaron, I know this might be a lot for you to take in right now.

I think your brother brought us together so we could finish what he couldn't.

Ha, ha. Spies, custom poisons.

I want justice for my brother, but I'm just a reporter.

- I wouldn't even know where to begin. - Right here.

The Russian Embassy?

Danny knew the target was going to a function at the embassy today.

All I gotta do is go in like Danny was planning to.

You're leaving out important details.

For one, Danny knew who the hell he was looking for.

And two, he had time to plan.

You are looking for a ghost with only a couple of hours.

True, but I have Danny's notes.

The spy thinks that the guy is dead. He won't be expecting me.

We gotta get in there and eliminate him without causing an international incident.

It wouldn't be the first time we caused one.

- Hey, dude. - Who are you?

I counted at least 50 soldiers, security goons on the grounds alone.

Breaking in is not option. Not even for me.

Yeah, but even if you could...

I'm not sure these notes are gonna be a huge help.

- They're all in some kind of code. - Code? Cool.

This guy, Alexei Volkov.

He shows up all over Danny's notes. It's as good a place as any to start.

Yeah. Um, listen, would you mind excusing us for a moment?

Don't tell me to take a breath or how hard this is gonna be.

- I know he was a friend. - No.

I've told you what happened in Kosovo.

Danny was the only guy who'd come and get me in Priština during the shelling.

The idea that he died alone...

His killer is still out there. I can't live with that.

We're talking about invading sovereign Russian soil on a high security day.

Look, we can do it. I'm just saying let's be smart about it, take our time.

Plan it out.

Danny's killer is gonna be inside the embassy today.

I don't care what their security looks like. I'm gonna go in and get him.

Winston, I'm on my way in.

- Thank you. - Tell me again.

How are you getting past security?

Same way Danny was going in, right through the front door.

"C.C. Baxter." Never heard of him.

He doesn't exist. It was one of Danny's covers.

- How do you know? - I helped him build it.

Name, please?

Oh, C.C. Baxter.

Yes, Mr. Baxter, welcome.

- Identification? - Oh, no, thanks.

Your photo ID, sir.

Oh, yeah, of course. Um...

Have you ever changed what you're wearing just before you leave...

and realize you left your ID in your other pants?

Wait here.

Mr. Baxter?

I'm Peter Blanchard, State Department liaison for today.

This is Alexei Volkov, chief of embassy security.

So Volkov is chief of security over there?

That's kind of a high-profile job for a secret agent, don't you think?

- Uh, what seems to be the problem? - You need an ID to get into this thing.

Yeah.

The Department of Defense put me on the list.

I'll try the DOD social office for you.

- Do you know who, uh, put you on the list? - Uh, Fred Galvis.

The secretary of defense?

Yeah, he asked me to make the rounds for him here tonight.

I put a call into Galvis' office to give him a heads-up...

but I had to leave word.

Hope he won't hold a grudge after what you did to his boat...

and his house. Oh, God, and that poor horse.

Maybe the horse wasn't your fault.

Uh, yes, Peter Blanchard from State calling for the secretary.

It's about a guest at the Russian Embassy, Mr. Baxter.

C.C. Baxter.

I'm sure he's quite busy, but if you could just...

Oh, yeah, I'll hold.

Mr. Secretary.

Uh... Of course. I'll do what I can.

He wants to talk to you.

- Yes, sir. - Mr. Chance...

I don't know what it is you're up to and I'm not sure I wanna know.

But you said that you'd ask for a favor and I honor my commitments.

Thank you, sir.

He wants to speak with you.

Mr. Secretary.

How exactly do you guys know the secretary of defense?

He wasn't always the secretary of defense and you're not our first client.

Thank you, Mr. Secretary.

Please enjoy yourself.

Thanks.

Excuse me, Mr. Baxter.

I thought you'd like to know your guest has already arrived.

Guest?

Great.

Wait a minute. What guest?

Well, whoever it is, they're gonna be looking for Danny's face, not mine.

Fine. Stick with Volkov.

I'm not sure if he's our spy. You said he's all over Danny's notes.

So just see where he leads you.

What about you? You have any luck breaking Danny's code?

It's a simple Beaufort Null Cipher, dude. Piece of cake.

- What? Weren't you ever a Boy Scout? - No. Were you?

Order of the Arrow, Troop 337.

Do a good turn daily.

Hey, 1-2-1-4-6-7. What's that mean?

- I don't know. Still working on it. - You said it was simple.

It's not a code. All right? It's something else.

- Password or something. - Well, it's important.

Look, it's underlined three times. What about all these words?

- Maybe that'll give us some context. - Respect personal space, dude.

"Insulin, charcoal, atropine, Prussian blue."

- Aren't...? - Treatments for poison? Yeah.

It didn't help Danny, did it?

Sorry.

Looks like the guy was trying to piece things together.

Closing in on this guy named Raven.

That's probably the code name to our spy.

Mm-hm. Danny also thought he may have had the antidote with him. Look.

It's common practice.

If you were handling that, wouldn't you wanna have the antidote close by...

just in case you got any on you?

Dude.

Chance?

Chance, we have a problem.

I think whoever poisoned Danny also got to Aaron.

Are you sure?

Chance, this is Guerrero. I'm sure.

Listen, Guerrero, do me a favor.

Retrace Aaron's steps.

If you can find where it happened, identify the poison.

He's way ahead of you.

Anything in Danny's notes about an antidote?

There's somebody named Raven. He may have the antidote.

Raven may be the code name for our spy.

Well, right now, we have only one suspect.

I think it's time Volkov and I had a little chat.

Hurry.

Looks like most of the exits have a keycard access.

I'm gonna have to liberate one of those. Give me a minute.

I'm gonna need to create a little distraction.

C.C. Baxter?

You're late.

And not at all what I expected.

Man, I hope you're not waiting on my help on this.

Thanks. Uh, I'm sorry.

- Are you sure you have the right guy? - Security said you had arrived.

- Pointed you right out. - And you are?

Carrie Jacobs.

Your guest.

Carrie. Of course.

Oh, man, I don't like this at all.

Why the hell would Danny have invited a guest?

There's not much happening here. Why don't we take a walk outside?

Get to know each other better.

Excuse me, just a minute.

- She's a hooker. - I beg your pardon?

- Danny must've hired her. - Why would Danny have hired her?

Because he was a degenerate. Because arm candy is good cover.

- Showing up alone attracts attention. - Is everything all right?

Yeah. Listen. I... I'm not gonna be needing a date tonight.

But, um, thanks for coming.

Uh...

No, I'm sorry. I mean, you think I'm a prostitute?

- A $40 prostitute? - Well...

- Got him. - Great. See where he leads you.

I'll check on Guerrero and see if he's gotten into Aaron's apartment yet.

Hi.

- Feeding the cat. - Ah.

Closing in. Stand by.

Who is he talking to?

Spetsnaz.

Special forces to guard a cocktail party?

That's overkill even for these guys.

They know something is going down today.

Uh-huh.

That was a close one.

Volkov's got the heavy hitters together for something.

He was talking about trying to apprehend an unknown subject.

Do you know what I'm thinking?

That they're looking for the same spy we are.

They're looking for the same spy we are.

Looks like a guard roster.

They're not kidding around.

Whoever Danny's target is, the Russians want him bad.

Winston?

Hang on a second.

- What do you got? - I just left Aaron's apartment.

The poison's here, dude. It's airborne and it's lethal.

But Chance was in there too.

Winston, we have a problem.

You got there not long after Aaron did. I don't know how much time...

- that gives you in terms of symptoms. - Which are?

Uh, swings in body temperature, um, dizziness...

degrading dexterity, motor skills.

Chance?

Chance, are you still reading?

Still here. Just not listening.

Hey, ignoring this is not gonna make it go away.

- We need to change the plan, get you out. - There's only one way out.

I find the threat before the Russians do or Aaron and I run out of time.

There are two things I know to be true.

If I were a prostitute, I'd be a damn expensive one.

And you are not C.C. Baxter.

Did the hooker just punch you in the face?

I don't think she's a prostitute.

Okay. Let's...

Last night, Danny turns up dead. And you turn up using his cover.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out you're the spy we've been hunting.

- We? - Now you're gonna come with me.

We're gonna exit the embassy, you're gonna answer my questions.

No, I'm not. One, I'm not a spy. I'm a friend of Danny's.

Two, the femoral artery bleeds just as fast as the jugular.

Three, I've been poisoned by the spy that you're looking for.

If I don't find him, I die. We're looking for the same guy.

Now, I'm having a bit of a hard time breathing.

So can you just get off of me? Please?

I suppose you're one of those scumbag mercenaries...

that Danny always talked about.

Danny and I had some good times.

That's not exactly what I meant.

You seem a little sheltered for CIA. Plus, you don't really fight dirty enough.

So I'm guessing FBI?

Emma Barnes. I was Danny's liaison with the bureau.

We were working together to track down a freelance spy, code name Raven.

He's been a major security breach for us for years.

Stealing intel, selling to anyone who'll pay, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake.

He wasn't just a problem for us. Volkov had a small army on the lookout for him.

If Russians get him, he'll give them everything.

Classified information, state secrets. We'll never be able to stop the bleeding.

I'm not sure how much I care about that.

But if we're gonna help each other, I need to know what was gonna happen today.

Raven stole the plans for some kind of weapons prototype.

Something the U.S. government would prefer not to fall into the wrong hands.

He's gonna sell those plans here today. He used this event as a cover.

If we don't catch him making the sale which my intel has going down at 5:00...

- he cashes out and vanishes. - And I lose my shot at the antidote.

Let's get moving.

You first.

I don't ever turn my back on someone who does this for money.

Well, I don't think I like her very much.

Neither do I.

- I didn't catch your name. - You sure didn't.

Well, it took you long enough.

Feel free to bring it up in my next performance review.

Hey, dude.

Is that a defibrillator?

No.

Yeah. Sorry. I didn't want to alarm you.

Maybe we should revisit that idea of getting a doctor.

I've already reached out to guys I can trust.

One of them was dead. The other's in prison, so...

Don't worry. You're in good hands.

You sure you know what you're doing?

You could say I've got some experience in this area.

Guerrero's here working on deciphering Danny's notes...

to see if there's any information about the drop.

You're cutting it pretty close. It's almost 5:00.

- Where do you think security went? - Fanned out across the complex.

If Raven goes through the trouble to set up a meeting inside the embassy...

wouldn't he want to have it in the place you'd least suspect?

- It's gonna happen right here. - You still there?

I'm here. I'm here. Go ahead.

If you wanna have an exchange, don't wanna anybody to know about it. How?

Well, for sure you wanna avoid passing anything hand-to-hand.

- I mean... Something hard to monitor.

Uh, wireless, Bluetooth.

Yeah. You know, that's it.

That's it. The exchange is gonna happen via Bluetooth device.

I got a pairing number right here. Give me that.

Here it is.

Try this, 1-2-1-4-6-7.

- You got it? 1-2-1-4-6-7. - I'll give it a shot.

- Who are you talking to? - I like to talk to myself.

- Do you have a cell phone I can borrow? - Yeah.

Bluetooth connections are harder to hack into than phone signals.

Unless you have a pairing code.

Phones are linked in. We're in business.

Raven's downloading proof that he has the plans.

This isn't a drop. This is an auction.

Why sell to one buyer when you can get rich men to bid against each other?

It's perfect. When it's over, everybody walks away scot-free.

The bid's already over 20 million. If he makes the sale, we lose him.

Bluetooth range is only a few meters. He's gotta be in these rooms.

- Which one? - Let's find out.

Type in "This transaction has been halted by the U.S. government."

What if this doesn't work?

Then you can haul my corpse to a federal prison.

Hey there, pal.

Victor Shukoff, he was a bigtime oil magnate.

He must have been the buyer.

Raven made sure we never got to question him.

You're not what I thought you were.

Not a Neanderthal.

The thing that you pulled with the Bluetooth back there...

very impressive.

I'm so happy you're impressed.

And just so you know, when this is all over and I get out of here...

I'm gonna make sure that you're recognized for everything that you did.

Will you get out of here?

The bureau will figure out some sort of bargain for my release eventually.

And what about me?

Well...

The poison will kill me before we can figure out a way out of here.

But listen, if you need me to do anything for you...

You know, after the fact.

Just let me know.

What am I to do, huh?

When a prominent Russian oilman is found murdered...

in my courtyard, of my embassy...

stolen Russian property found in his possession.

And two Americans found standing over the body with the murder weapon?

I am forced to ask myself this question.

Which one of you is Raven?

Hey. Hey! Aaron? Aaron?

Hey! Get in here!

Aaron, come on.

Aaron? Aaron?

- Pretty sure he can't hear you. - His heart's stopped.

We're gonna start it again.

The instructions?

- You were reading the instructions? - They put these on school buses now.

We're not children here. We can figure this out.

You said you were experienced at this kind of thing!

Putting people in this situation, not getting them out of it.

- See? Sure. - Get on with it, would you?

All right.

- Nothing. - Yeah.

Come on, Aaron. Come on.

Oh, thank God. We got a pulse.

Let's not throw a party yet, dude.

The poison is shutting down his system. We bought him a little time.

But if we don't get the antidote soon...

Yeah.

Neither one of us will talk. We're being held unlawfully.

You think we murdered Shukoff. You won't find any gun residue.

- It proves nothing. - Maybe.

But somebody in this complex has proof on their hands that they fired a gun.

If you put the word out that you're taking samples, I guarantee you...

Raven would make a run for it.

You're the head cop.

Think like a cop.

This is exactly what Raven wants.

Danny's poison to look like a Russian hit. They frame us for murder.

We're going back and forth with each other while he gets away.

You have every reason to lie. Why should I believe you?

Listen.

I'm a friend of Raven's last victim.

The thing is, I've been poisoned too.

And I've got 30 minutes or less to live.

Now, everything's out. We're all telling the truth. We all want the same thing.

The State Department liaison is demanding access to see you.

Watch them.

Are you out of your mind? Compromised my cover and project. And for what?

- To save your own butt? - I'm kind of attached to it.

- But that's not what I'm thinking about. - No? What's that?

How does he know we're here?

- Are the two of you all right? - So far.

I'm going to formally protest the treatment you've received here.

- This is outrageous. - I agreed to allow you access...

to see these two to show that they've not been mistreated.

If we can agree this is the case, then I will ask you to leave.

I can't agree to that. You've caught two American spies here.

How can I be sure they'll be treated fairly?

- We're not spies. - Of course you are.

A spy known as Raven. Caught in the act.

Who, when captured, managed to kill three soldiers and the chief of security.

Where's the antidote, Raven?

What are you doing?

I'm looking for keys.

Can't we just pick it?

You're right. Next idea.

- Did you get all that? - I didn't get much. But I heard gunfire.

- You all right? - For the most part.

Blanchard's got a key on him.

Potomac Motor Inn, Room 12.

Maybe he's got the antidote in there.

Room 12. We're on our way. We'll pick you up at the embassy, west gate.

- What are you doing? - This doesn't look good for either of us.

There's evidence on this thing of what went down.

- I can make my case. Clear my name. - Excuse me.

What? What are you doing?

What the hell is the matter with you?

- The video was stored in there. - I know. It's got my face too.

We can't have that floating around. It's bad for business.

- I'm sorry. - Sorry?

You're sorry? How am I gonna prove any of this?

That sounds like a tomorrow problem. Let's get out of here.

There's another exit.

A service entrance by the east gate.

Damn it. They must have found the bodies.

That doesn't look promising.

Shouldn't I drive?

He's gotta keep it cold.

Dude, I got the antidote. I'm heading to you now.

Get back!

- Go! - Go that way.

Now what?

- Don't even think about it. - You got a better idea?

All right. We're going up and over.

Come on. A little help here.

A little help here.

Come on. On your feet. I need to get you to a hospital.

- I don't think I can get up. - Hey, you can't die.

You're my only witness to this mess.

- Witness? - I lost Raven.

I was involved in a international incident on Russian soil.

If I lose you, then who's gonna back me up?

And besides, I...

This is gonna hurt, dude.

- Who the hell are you? - Oh!

No one special. Nice dress.

- Let me see that. - That did hurt.

Come on. Let's go.

Let's go.

- Wait, wait. Hold on. - Sorry, lady.

How am I gonna get in touch with you? No, you can't just disappear.

I'm gonna have to owe you one.

See you.

Russians are claiming that Chechen terrorists tried to seize their embassy.

An investigation continues as to whether the FBI...

had an undercover agent within the compound at the time of the attack.

I'm gonna prove what happened.

Ah, yes, your phantom witness, right?

Not a phantom. A person.

With fingerprints.

That the lab just pulled off of this.

All right, mystery man.

Who are you?

- Hey! - Yeah.

You got a visitor.

Hey.

How are you feeling?

Better.

Come on in.

I read your article.

Danny would've been proud.

Thank you.

And thank you.

For everything.

But I actually had one more question.

Sure. What?

I need to know.

Who was my brother, really?

He was a lot of different people.

He was whoever he had to be to get the job done at the time.

That's what made him so good.

No one could ever quite pin him down.

It's kind of the nature of the job.

It sounds lonely.

When you're a guy like Danny, you can't have attachments.

It distracts focus...

puts people you care about in danger.

I'm guessing that's why he never told you.

Thank you.

A couple of things.

One, if anybody asks, we never met.

And if I call, pick up the phone.

It might be important.

You got it.

Take care.

What's up with you?

I got an alert. Somebody just ran your prints at the FBI.

Oh, yeah.

Must've been climbing over the wall. I think I got my prints on her handcuffs.

You left your prints?

- Why the hell would you leave your prints? - I didn't do it on purpose.

You didn't forget to wipe them so she'd have a way to find you eventually?

I saw the two of you before we picked you up.

Think I'd risk everything for a woman? What am I, 14?

So it was a mistake.

Yes.

You're sure?

Yes.

Winston, if I never see that woman again, it'll be too soon.

Uh-huh.