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Can I help you with that?

Thanks.

Morgan Bote gave me your number.

Are you good at this?

Yes.

I know what I'm doing.

A Russian named Pavlovich

ordered Morgan Bote's murder

to protect a business deal
of his in Afghanistan.

He also ordered

mercenaries to Afghanistan
to protect that deal.

Dad? Can you take me off speaker?

Shit. Shit, shit.

No, wait! Wait!

The men that killed Emily

were his men.

Morgan Bote wasn't
his only target.

Who was his other target?

The Dixons.

- Marcia and Henry.
- Why?

Hamzad's lawyer,

she wanted
to tell you something,

something she was afraid
to say over the phone.

- Maybe she knows.
- Then we're going to London.

Because fuck him.

I want to hurt him. Don't you?

Hey.

It's you.

Hey.

- You're...
- I am.

We-we met.

When I had crutches
from my thing.

- You helped me onto the bus.
- I did.

Was wondering if I was ever
gonna run into you again.

Is this your way home from work?

No, no, no, it's not.

Got you.

I... It was.

- But I quit my job.
- Oh, congratulations.

Did I just say
"Congratulations"?

It's okay.

Let me try that again.

So, you quit your job.

What a wide variety of
experiences that might involve.

How are you feeling about this?

Seems like someone else
might want to quit their job.

Can you tell?

What do you do?

And you want
to make a difference,

so you pour
all of yourself into it

and you make the sacrifices,
but eventually

it gets hard to tell where
the work ends and you begin.

It's hard to feel good
about participating

in your own erasure in that way.

But it's hard leaving something

that may cost pieces of you
in the leaving.

I lost my best friend.

Recently.

Just before the end,

he started to have
the same questions.

Is this the only way to live?

Is this all we are?

I couldn't hear him back then.

And now...

...it's the only thing
I can think about.

We don't live in a place
that makes it easy

to ask those kind of questions.

- Yeah.
- But, hey,

you got out.

Maybe that's the first step
towards something.

So...

Congratulations?

What do you want?

Wasn't easy to find you.

What do you want?

I think Morgan Bote
sent you an email

just before he was murdered.

I need you to show me
what it said.

Mr. and Mrs. Dixon. Welcome.

I have you checked
into room 1409.

You have anything
on the 12th floor?

Let me check.

Actually, we do.
I can put you in 1231.

Hmm. Lower.

I beg your pardon, sir?

Anything, uh, between 01 and 05,

please.

Odd.

Not even.

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you, sir.

Dad?

Can you take me off speaker?

Shit. Shit.

No, wait! Wait!

Promise me, Daddy.

This feeling just doesn't want
to be turned off.

Maybe it's okay to be angry.

Yes, there's a time
when angry can help.

This isn't it.

We need answers
we don't even understand

the questions for yet.

We need our wits.

Pavlovich...

...he dies before this is
all said and done.

That much is certain.

When it's time for the anger
to play its role in that,

it won't be hard to find.

Scorched earth.

Yeah.

Okay.

We've got 24 hours

before this meeting's
supposed to go down.

Want to catch a show?

That was a joke.

That was funny.

Maybe we should talk
about the meeting,

how to manage it.

Morgan talked to me
about it a little.

- Yeah, what'd he say?
- He said that

Pavlovich is connected somehow

to this deal
for Hamzad's mineral deposit.

We don't know how.

Nina Kruger, Hamzad's lawyer,

knows something about it,

and we have to figure out
what she knows.

That's what you have
to get from her.

What we should talk about
is how you plan to do that.

He said there were
three kinds of lawyers.

The kind that would do
anything for a client,

and the kind that would do
anything to be a client,

and that I should figure out
which one she is, quickly.

What was the third?

He said that only an idiot
would accept that there's only

two kinds of anything
in this world,

even if we can't imagine
the third yet.

Oh, yeah, right.

What else did he say?

He said all tradecraft is waged

wielding two weapons in concert.

Mm.

See, in your left hand
you have your empathy, and...

- Uh-huh.
- ...I told him that sounded awful familiar.

He may have been an asshole,
but that asshole

understood the game better
than anyone I ever knew.

- He taught me well.
- It's a scary idea.

This weapon
that I've been given.

In order to wield it,
you have to be okay

never trusting anybody
ever again,

never getting close
to anybody ever again.

Ah, I didn't say that exactly.

No, I did.

Oh.

I see you think

that if we get close again,
I might be ruthless with you?

Maybe.

But I know I might.

I'm someone who breaks things, remember?

I think maybe
I always have been.

Except now I'm armed.

I think you're in
the wrong house, friend.

You might want to leave
before you get hurt.

You're not Julian Carson?

Morgan Bote's
personal field operative?

Let's assume
I'm in the right house,

and let's assume whatever it is

that you wish I didn't know
about you, I know.

The email that
Morgan Bote sent...

- I didn't get an email...
- It's critical that I see it.

Even if it weren't
a national security issue,

which I'm pretty sure it is,

there are lives at stake here,

the lives of people
who are counting on me.

I didn't get any email.

I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.

Now please leave my house.

How did I find you?

The old man took care
of the people

he needed to take care of.

He built a wall around you,

around your name, your life

so that nothing you did for him
could blow back on you

or the people you care about.

So how on Earth did I find you?

That wall was built
out of his influence.

The moment he was gone,
the cracks appeared.

There'll be more.

I imagine you have
plenty of enemies out there.

They'll show,
and you won't be safe.

And neither will the new girl
that you're seeing right now.

I am fucking certain
you did not just threaten her.

- Because if you did...
- It's not gonna be me you need to worry about.

I'm fucking certain you're
smart enough to know that.

I spent a long time

living behind
one of those walls,

so trust me when I tell you,
when they fall,

and the things you thought
were safe behind them

are exposed to the world,

there's nothing worse.

Help me,

and I'll help make sure that
your wall holds for a long time.

Don't, and you're on your own.

I feel very exposed right now.
Is that normal?

I don't know what "normal" means
in this context.

I mean, I...

understand that not everyone

in this restaurant
is looking at me, but it feels

like everyone in this restaurant
is looking at me.

Yeah, that's normal.

She's gone from very late
to extremely late.

All right, you want to split?
Go catch a show?

Ah. I see what you did there.

Hoisted on my own...

- Petard.
- Y-You know, I knew that, it just...

sounded weird
as I was gonna say it.

- It's a bomb.
- It's from Hamlet.

- Is it?
- I mean, it's a bomb,

but the line is from Hamlet.

Which part?

What part of what?

Well, the play.
What part's it from?

I-I don't know.
Somewhere in there.

The revenge-y part.

Yeah.

Yeah, once you're in
a revenge story,

there are no other parts.

Uh, you should read
that play again.

First chance I get.

Can I ask you a question?

- Shoot.
- Where's our money from?

Well, your half,
you stole from me.

No, no, I'm-I'm serious.

How did you make all this money?

Yeah, you do what I do
long enough,

you come across information
a lot of people

wish you didn't have,
and I got lucky.

Found a couple of guys
who had some cash to invest.

Right time, right place.

Who is Lou Barlow?

Where'd you hear that name?

Morgan was talking about
how he couldn't believe

the stuff that
you got away with.

He mentioned the money and
he mentioned that name, and...

it was the only moment
I spent with him that...

I could tell he was being
untruthful with me.

Well, a lot of money
changed hands.

That, uh, can bring out
the worst in people.

Lou Barlow...
is the worst in people.

Yeah, he's a person I wish
I'd never crossed paths with.

Can you tell me what that means?

Oh, someday.

Oh, Jesus. Really?

- We're leaving.
- Are you blowing off my question?

No, we're just wasting time
sitting here.

Need to keep our heads
in the game.

You don't think she's coming?

- I don't.
- You don't sound surprised.

I'm not.

Who are you calling?

Nina Kruger's office.

Nina Kruger, please.

Oh, she's unavailable
at the moment.

May I take your name and number,
and someone

- will return your call?
- Is this Anna?

It is. May I ask who's calling?

Uh, Anna,
this is time-sensitive.

I'd like to know
where to reach her, please.

I'm sorry,
she's out of the office

attending to a personal matter

and won't be checking messages, but...

She's definitely not coming.

We're gonna need to go find her.

- Her assistant just said
she doesn't know where she is? - Well...

...I'm gonna ask her
another way.

That thing actually gonna work?

Mm, theoretically.

Long as it's kept close enough
to the target, yeah.

And we're sure that's her place?

Yeah, pretty sure.

So, you just...

figured this all out
before we even left the U.S.?

- Yeah.
- You found Kruger's assistant,

you found her place, you-you...

constructed this whole plan
without me even noticing.

Yeah, it wasn't like there were
state secrets involved.

I actually felt like I was
starting to understand all this.

Which seems a little silly
at this moment.

Why?

All these moving parts
that I didn't even know existed

until I noticed that
they had been moving for days.

I mean, you're sitting there
building a laser rifle.

I-I understand it's not
a laser rifle, I just...

- I'm pretty sure
you understand my point. - Mm.

You understand the hard parts.

The rest is just bells
and whistles, long division.

The part that smart people hire
people like me to do for 'em.

Or used to do for 'em,
at any rate.

Excuse me.

Uh, I think I might be
a little lost.

I'm looking for my friend.
Uh, can you help me?

Who are you looking for?

Really appreciate it.
It's been a long day.

Thought I'd be wandering
these halls all night.

The friend I'm looking for
is named Nina Kruger.

Anna, look at me.

This was a courtesy.

The next time, whether it's me
or someone else,

you aren't gonna see it coming.

Are you sure it's worth it?

The person you are calling
is not available.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

I'm sorry.

I know you said
I'm-I'm not to call, but....

there's a man looking for you.

He came to my home tonight.

Please tell me what I should do.

Please tell me.

I think it worked.

Yeah?

Well, you did good. There it is.

There's the location
of Kruger's phone.

How did you know that that woman
would make that phone call?

Lucky guess.

How did you know?

You look someone in the eye,
you show 'em

that you're capable of doing
what they're most afraid of,

almost everyone will do
what you want 'em to do.

But not me.

You looked at me that way once.

I had a different reaction.

I found out what
you feared the most,

and I used it
to hurt you right back.

I know.

'Cause I'm a person
who breaks things.

You okay?

I wish it hadn't been so easy
to do what we just did.

I wish it had been...

harder to do that.

Near the end, with Abbey...

...you know, when she
couldn't tell what was real

from what wasn't,
she said things that...

...were hard to hear.

Uh, because they were mad.

But, I don't know, maybe
because they were true.

I once broke this dish,

you know,
dropped it in the kitchen.

She glared at me so...
so angry, so dark.

She said, "A person
who can't help but break

everything they touch..."

"...shouldn't be
allowed in the house."

"They should be outside
with the animals."

What part of that felt
true to you?

The worst parts.

If you're sitting there,

thinking awful things

that you don't want to say

because you can't imagine
anyone else understanding,

about what sort of person
you are...

...just want you to know
that someone else does.

I don't want to have to live
outside with the animals.

Well, me either.

Keep an eye out.

Give me a minute.

- Oh, wait, wait, Zoe.
- What happened?

- She's been poisoned.
- What?

Something airborne in the house.

I have to assume I'm hot.

Just... just keep your distance.

What-what-what can we do?

The guy I found in there,
he's got an antidote,

but it's destroyed.

They're gonna be coming soon.

We don't have much time.

You came.

W... we got lucky.

They didn't find it.

In the study.

On the middle shelf.

Hello, Zoe.

This is, uh, all so unfamiliar.

I wish I knew how to start.

I have some
very troubling information.

I'm trusting you to enlist

the help of Mr. Bote
to address it

and to persuade him
to provide me with protection,

of which I believe
I am in most urgent need.

A man named Suleyman Pavlovich

has used his mercenary army
to seize control

of an important mineral deposit
in the Panjshir.

In the process,
his men were ordered

to murder the Hamzad family.

This much, I believe you know.

Now let me tell you
what hardly anybody knows.

The Meshbahar deposit
is very large,

but there are others
around the world.

Unfortunately, most are
located in places

that are not friendly
to my government or yours.

I have learned that
a number of those parties

are engaged in a secret plan

to organize themselves.

A cartel...

conceived to control access

to the world's markets
of rare earth metals.

If successful,

it would constitute a weapon

capable of bringing any
Western economy to its knees.

Or all of them.

Pavlovich's membership
to this cartel

promises to be
incredibly lucrative,

but it is hanging on
by a thread.

Threatened...

by you.

By the two of you.

Henry and Marcia Dixon possess

both a stake in his firm
and past ties to the CIA.

The cartel have begun to doubt

his trustworthiness
because of this.

He will do anything

to eliminate any trace
of the connection.

You and me.

Please...

...help me.

So, what do we do?

We separate.

- No.
- Yeah. No choice.

We need to put you
someplace safe.

You're gonna go to the police.

We're gonna call Harold.
He can help.

I thought we were past this.

- Zoe...
- You running off

- and jumping off cliffs to protect me...
- Zoe...

...as if that
is something that I wanted.

There's an antidote
to whatever I walked into,

but they've got it.

My only chance

to avoid what happened to her
is to let 'em take me.

I will make it back.

You get anywhere near Pavlovich,

you are not gonna be thinking
about anything

but killing Pavlovich.

I'll make it back.

I don't believe you.

I need you to.

Zoe...

...I need you to.

I don't want to do
this work anymore.

I don't want to be in any more
of those situations.

That's why I left. I was clear.

Well, that's between
you and him.

I didn't ask to be here.

In a moment when
I think he believed that

his life's work
was about to be undone,

he put its survival
in your hands.

I don't care about
his life's work.

Hey, I don't either.

I'm here because
I want my life back

and I don't know
any other way to do it.

Why are you here?

He sent an email

the other night.

I deleted it,

and it felt good.

I was free from it all.

I closed my eyes
and tried to go back to sleep.

And then what did you do?

I undeleted it.

And why do you imagine
I would do something like that?

You're asking me?

I think you know

what it's like
to be in my shoes.

I think you partnered
with him once

and tried to leave.

So, yeah, I'm asking you.

May I?

Why couldn't you just...
let it go?

Maybe it was because
you knew he was trusting you

with something important,

and it was very hard
to walk away from something

that was a part of who you are.

I just said,
I don't want it anymore.

Maybe want has nothing to do
with something like that.

And then maybe you just
don't like the idea

of someone taking a shot
at the old man

and getting away with it,

and you'd like to be the one

to do something about it.

When I opened it,

I thought maybe
he sent it by mistake.

I mean, the man was really old.

This wasn't a mistake.

You know who that is?

This...

...is Suleyman Pavlovich.

And that...

is my ex-wife.

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