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We need to root them out.
Every one of them.

So do whatever you have to.

Sophia's train
is proceeding east.

We're getting a clear signal

from the scandium-46
in her bloodstream.

We got a tracker in Sophia.

They put an isotope
in her food.

I'm counting on you.

Whoever dosed the people
at the coffee shop

did it with the same isotope
we used on Sophia.

Agent Lee,
someone needs to check you.

My cover's blown.
Sterling's aide made me.

I don't know anything
about your sister.

- Where is Samantha?
- Ow! Ow!

- Where is she?
- Do not move or I will shoot.

Don't shoot.
You can have the file.

Move.

1944, an aircraft
crashed in Alaska.

The government
imprisoned the survivors.

- Who were they?
- Aliens.

That's him.
Thomas.

- Call this off.
- It's too late.

This is it, Simon.

Execute! Execute! Execute!

You have to come with us now.

I'm sorry.

Go!
I'll be right behind you!

Simon.
Simon!

Aaron.

Do you have any idea

how many innocent lives
you just took?

They weren't innocents.

They were armed men
hunting us down.

So Martinez
could lock us both up

for the rest of our lives.

No, there had to be
a better way.

We were outnumbered.

Or was the building
about king a point

to show them what you could do?

It's good for them
to be afraid of us.

It'll make them think twice

It will make them
want to hunt us down even more.

It's good to see you, Sophia.

And you, Aaron.

Reinforcements
are being brought in

from all over the city.

We need to be on our way.

Where's Simon?

I thought he was
supposed to be with you.

- He was supposed to be.
- I thought his cover was blown.

That they found out
he was working with us.

What happened?
Where is he?

That's what I'd like you
to find out, Aaron.

We don't even know if he made it
out of the building alive.

How many of our men
were in that building?

How many?

We're currently estimating
between 15 and 30 men

were still in the building
en that happened.

They were ahead of us
every step of the way.

Can you tell me anything

that's gone right
with your operation?

Because this is a disaster.

How could this possibly
have happened?

It happened
because Sophia's people

have an informant in our ranks.

My aide, Justin Murphy,
brought it to my attention

less than an hour ago.

Why didn't you tell me?

I felt it
would be more pertinent

once we had actually discovered
who the informant was.

And have you?

Mr. Murphy narrowed it down
to someone on the field team.

Your field team.
Men you handpicked for the job.

That's correct.

Mr. Murphy
went into the field,

hoping to root them out.

Where is he now?

We've lost contact.

He was last seen
with Agent Lee,

who was hurt in the collapse.

Once Agent Lee recovers
from his wounds,

hopefully we'll find Murphy

and the informant.

Hopefully?

You need to do better
than that.

This is informant
is in your department.

He's one of your people.

If you can't trust
your own judgment,

how the hell
can you expect me to?

Find the informant, or I'll
find someone else who can.

Yeah, so yesterday
I told my seventh graders

that they might have a surprise
quiz on Gettysburg today.

You are too easy on them.

Apparently not,

because even with the warning,
half the class fails.

Couldn't even answer
the question:

"Where does the battle
of Gettysburg take place?"

Oh, come on.

I'm serious.

It's like their bodies
are in the chairs,

but they've projected
their consciousness

somewhere else.

Well, if I had you
as my teacher,

I would be hanging
on your every word.

I wish I knew you
in seventh grade.

Mm.
No, you don't.

Mm.

Wow, this is really good.

Yeah, it's from
that winery near Barcelona

where our car broke down.

You're kidding.
How did you...?

I called the owner,

asked him to ship a case.

Wow.

Does anyone else know

what a hopeless romantic
you are?

It's been ten months,
three weeks, and two days,

and I feel like celebrating.

- Yes.
- Okay?

Yes.

Oh.

Okay. Go ahead.

I have some risotto to start.

Hello?

Blake.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Course not, father.

There are some things
we need to discuss.

Yes?

Not on the phone.

Come by my office
first thing in the morning.

Uh, sorry. I've got
a meeting in the morning.

Cancel it.
This is important.

How is he?

Mr. Lee suffered
a subdural hematoma.

Now, we were able to reduce
the swelling in the cranium...

When can he talk?

It could be hours.

He suffered severe trauma
in the acci...

Thank you, doctor.

You're going to wait?

For as long as it takes.

You can't keep me here.

I have a job.
I have responsibilities.

Help.
Somebody.

In the trunk!

Help me.
Can anyone hear me?

Mr. Murphy.

Mr. Murphy, slow down.
Take it easy.

It's Agent... Agent Lee.

Agent Lee made it out
of the building.

They took him to the hospital.

No, Agent Lee, he's the mole.

What?

I need to talk
to director Sterling.

Aliens?
Do you expect us to believe

that this happened to my family
because of aliens?

Because he discovered
the truth about aliens.

And the correct term

is extraterrestrial
biological entities, or ebes.

So long as that's clear.

I know it's a lot to accept.

I didn't.
Not at first.

Madeline, if no one's
actually seen these ebes,

how can you be sure
they really exist?

Top secret
government documents,

some of which are in the file.

See for yourself.

Where?

Sean,
you're not actually taking

what she's saying seriously.

Your father and I
were on a plane

that went from Florida
Arizona in seconds.

We don't have that technology.

Are you talking about
Avias Flight 514?

Michael was piloting that?

You know about it?

Rumor has it
the plane disappeared

during an assassination
attempt.

- Now it makes sense.
- What? What makes sense?

Well, there was chatter,
since suppressed,

that the president was
going public about Istranka.

Don't you see?

Having your father fly his plane
into the president

was killing two birds
with one stone.

The president would be stopped

revealing the existence
of the ebes,

and your father
would be stopped

passing on what he found out.

What did my father find out?

The night
before he disappeared,

your father told me that
there was someone out there

who would go to any lengths
to stop Martinez.

For their own
mysterious reasons.

Not political.

Whoever this person is,

they are behind everything
that has happened to you.

If you want to find
your family,

you need to find them.

We need to hope that the answers
are in that file.

Look in your father's file.

Look. Look. Come here.

I don't know
about all this either, okay?

Ebes, conspiracies
to keep them a secret,

but right now 's the only
theory, however insane,

that explains any part of is.

Sean, I don't know.
I...

I don't ow.
I don't know either, okay?

But your father's file
is the best and only lead

that we have to finding out
who's behind this

and your family.

You know something.
What do you know?

She's not telling.
Nobody's telling.

Aah!

Look...

I'm trying to help.

May I take a look?

Let me see.

Yes, I've seen this.
I've seen...

This is new information.

Look. This.

This is your father's notebook,

and most of this stuff
I've already seen,

but this is new.

This list of names and numbers.

Who are these people?

I don't know. Looks like
most of them are women, but...

The numbers are too long
to be phone numbers.

It must be some kind of code.

Well, if it's a code,
then I can... I can crack it,

and I can find out
who all these people are.

I just need
the right kind of hardware

and a ces-encrypted hard line,
so that we can data mine

without anyone knowing
that we're doing it.

I have a friend
that might be able to help.

Phalaenopsis
typically only flower

once every two years,
but these guys are different.

Genetically engineered
to open every month.

You have a call, sir.

For your wife.

A $2 million bouquet.

Where are you?

In F.B.I. Custody,
Dallas field office.

The lawyer your people sent

says this rooms been swept
and the line's clean.

Good.
Last I heard,

you and your partner were
moments away

from securing the pilot's
daughter and her boyfriend.

We didn't secure them, sir.
They got away.

How?

I'm not sure, sir.

That is not an
acceptable answer, young man.

Do you have any idea
where they are now?

Somehow they found out
her father

was chosen to fly the plane
for a reason, sir.

I see.

They may have gone
to her parents' house

in Atlanta to dig around.

But they could've
come and gone by now.

I'll find them.
I have my ways.

We really have no choice.

Michael Buchanan
put his nose into things

he shouldn't have.

If these two come up
with the same discoveries,

it could be dangerous for us.

I understand, sir.

That'll be all.

You've done well for yourself

over the last 66 years.

Our holdings are in good shape.

Their economy
fluctuates up and down

in a way they can't predict.

With our math, we can.

Buy low, sell high.

And you weren't
concerned about someone

taking notice
of all this...Success?

A man in the midwest
does all the investing for me.

He's made a fortune
following my advice.

Draws all
the attention to himself.

We need to talk.

I don't wanna hear about
what happened to the building.

How dare you
speak to me like that.

Your orders were
to do what was needed

That's all.

Instead you've destroyed
every bit of trust I built.

You've blackmailed
the president,

infected innocent people...

I tried to do
what was right for us.

I decide

what's right for us, not you.

And you need to come
to terms with that

before anyone else gets hurt.

Is that a threat?

It's an order.

And our people...

Aaron and Simon...

And the rest of you who are
living free

will follow my lead.

You know that.

I understand.

Do you?

I didn't mean you disrespect.

I'm sorry, mother.

Then what's past is past, hmm?

Hmm?

We start fresh from here.

I just heard
from one of our watchers.

Simon's at the hospital.

- Is he all right?
- He's alive.

But the accusation's being made

that he's our mole.

You're telling me

the head of
my special operations group

is the informant?

Sir, there is
no doubt in my mind.

I don't see how
that could be possible, sir.

When I went to scan him
for trace radiation,

he attacked me.
Why else would he do that

if not to protect himself
from being exposed?

Fine, you think
he planted that isotope

at the coffee shop?
Well, then scan him now.

It won't work anymore.

The half-life on the isotope
is already expired.

Yeah, how convenient for you.

- Agent...
- I'm sorry, sir.

But I can't just sit back
and listen to this.

Simon saved my life back there,

and I wasn't the only one.

Why would he do that
if he was working

for the other side, sir?

To convince you that he isn't.

Which he clearly has.

This isn't productive.

Murphy...

Bring me all of
Agent Lee's personnel files.

I wanna take a second look
at everything.

- Sir...
- Your protest is noted, agent.

- But if this is true,

there are significant national
security implications.

I have no choice but
to proceed accordingly.

I want you to go back
to that coffee shop.

Process the scene,
look for evidence

in light of these allegations.

You want me to help
crucify my friend?

I want you to do your job.

Yes, sir.

Morning.

Want some coffee?

Uh, no.
Thank you.

I'd like to know
what this is about.

How are things at home, Blake?

Fine.

If you don't mind, father,

I have a lot on
my plate this morning, so...

If we could please just get

to whatever you need to
talk to me about,

I'd appreciate it.

It's Laura.

Aren't we past this?

Her real name is
Svetlana Agletinova.

Born in Moscow, 1968.

She's a Russian
intelligence operative.

We've been trailing her
for months.

She meets her contact at
the Dupont circle fountain

on Tuesdays.

She has drop points
all over the city.

There must be...
Another explanation for this.

No.

Unfortunately.

Hello?

Hello, is Bobby there?

This is Bobby.

"Bobby" is Sergei Vneshney.

He works both sides.

She copied the Oxford file
from your computer,

among other things.

Blake...

I know you understand
what you have to do.

You don't need me for this.

No, I don't.

But I thought I'd
at least give you a chance

to say good-bye.

And to save your career.

Bring her in.

Tonight.

You asked for me, sir?

I found a lack
of key verifiable points

in Simon's biographical
information.

Any inconsistencies?

Mm.

Improbabilities.

The high school
he claims to have attended

was destroyed by
hurricane Floyd in 1999.

Ditto for his middle school.

So no records.
That's convenient.

And most of his family too,
is dead or unreachable.

And now that I think of it,

I've never heard
him mention his family.

My first ten years on the job,

I lost half my hair.

The other half went grey.

That's what this work
does to most people.

Agent Lee...

Looks as fresh
as the day I hired him.

Wait a minute,
are you saying that...

Simon Lee may not
just be a mole

working for the sleepers.

There's a chance
he's one of them.

We'll take his blood,

run a DNA screen.

We'll know the truth
soon enough.

I know how difficult
this must be for you, sir.

On the contrary.

I'm only too happy to expose

whoever this operative is

if it gets us
further intelligence

on the sleepers.

And if he won't talk?

He will.

When the identity
of the mole is confirmed,

I intend to subject him
to the kinds

of enhanced
interrogation techniques

that congressional
oversight committees

have never even conceived of.

If that mole is Simon Lee,

may God have mercy on him.

- No one's home.
- No, he's here.

Then why isn't he answering?

You wanted find out
about the list, right?

What those names mean?

Come on, Peter.

Go away, Madeline.

I left you a message.

It's important.
You know it's important.

Otherwise I wouldn't be here.

Who are they?

This is Sean Walker
and Leila Buchanan.

She says you can get me access

to an encrypted trunk line
and some decent hardware.

No.

Peter, they need our help.

Too dangerous, M.

I don't know who you are,

but you're our only hope.

My mother...

Has been murdered.

And my father, and my sister,

they've been taken.

Please.

She's seven years old.

Empty your pockets.

Do it.

Everyone of us is tagged,
tracked, and catalogued

by what we carry.

All your personal information,
scannable from a distance,

by whoever has the wherewithal.

Everything like that
has been taken from us.

What do you need?

We need help figuring out
what this list means.

What is it?

Well, we don't know.

Names of women,

but there could be
some coded information in there.

We're hoping that
it will lead to the people

who took her family
and framed me for murder.

What?

I still have sources

inside
the intelligence community.

Friends.

The government has your father.

So he's alive.

Whether they'd acknowledge that

or let him out
for that matter...

What about her sister?
Do you...?

Unclear.

I'd... I'd write it off.

- Consider her dead.
- What?

He does not know that for sure.

- No.
- He does not know that.

Look, I don't know
who took your sister,

but I've seen what they can do.

All right, this game...

It's rigged.

You cannot win.

Walk away while you still can.

Look, we're
not giving up, okay?

Okay, all we need is
a few minutes on your system.

And then we'll be gone.

Okay?

Did you find them at the house?

We missed them.
But according to a neighbor,

there was a woman who
was with them

that matched
Madeline Jackson's description.

Are we sure
it was Ms. Jackson?

Yes, sir.
Friend of ours at NSA

ran a voice match on
archived cellular traffic.

Said that they made
a phone call about an hour ago.

Left a message with someone

saying that the three of
them needed help

and were on their way.

Were you able to
determine their destination?

Yes.
We'll be there shortly.

Did you find anything?

Uh...Not yet.

We built custom
search protocols,

but they're gonna take a while
to run the names.

Um...Are you okay?

I've been...

I've been thinking about
how unfair I've been.

To ask you to put yourself

in danger for my family.

If something were
to happen to you, I...

Leila.

I just...

Leila, Michael and Samantha...

They're...
they're my family.

What if what he said is true?

Do you believe
that Samantha's still alive?

I honestly don't know.

The names on your list...

They're not women,
they're girls.

- What?
- All reported missing

within the last six months,

all roughly the same age
as your sister.

Oh, my God.
I mean, what does that mean?

What does it have to do with
the people who took my family?

Now that I can't tell you.

- W-w-what
about the other data?

- The letters, and the numbers...
- Yeah, it's strange.

They're sec I.D. Numbers
for shell corporations.

Shell corporations for what?

That I don't know.

But they're
based in Los Angeles.

Peter, we need to go.
There's someone here.

Follow me.

- Let's go.
- Come on.

Now.

I told you I shouldn't
have let you in.

This and this.

Hold on to your hats.

This is your life now.

Come on, let's go.
No time.

Let's go.

You okay?

Ah.

They're gone.

They're gone.

Dr. Frank Greskin...

X-ray technician on call,

please call the emergency line.

Hold it.

- Thank you.
- What floor?

Ground, please.

Can I ask you something?

Would you happen
to have a cigarette?

No, sorry.

Been years for me.

Me too.

Terrible habit.

But today is...

- One of those days.
- Mm.

- Know what I do?
- Hmm?

Dark chocolate.

Chocolate.
Really?

Sounds crazy, I know.

But at least it's
a little serotonin kick.

Ease the craving.

Hmm.

- Thanks for the tip.
- Anytime.

You're awake.

You know I can never
fall asleep when you're away.

Do you love me, Laura?

Of course I do.

What is it, baby?

What's wrong?

I know.

What?

Everything.

Everything about what?

No, no, no.
Please.

Please don't do that, please.

Just...Don't lie.

Because I know.

And only by
being completely honest

is there any hope
of this working out.

Honey, you're scaring me.

- I don't know what's...
- Listen to me!

I know who you are!

Crazy thing is...

I don't care.

I mean, I know this started
as a job for you.

But somehow I do believe

that...
that this part...

What we have...

Is real.

I love you.

In a way I
never thought possible.

And the thought of
my life without you...

Everything else fades.

Blake.

So...

I bought us

two tickets...

For Buenos Aires.

We leave tonight.

Just disappear.

The rest doesn't matter.

Laura!

There was no alternative.

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God.

Here, take it.

We'll say that you
handled this yourself.

Get out of here!

Son...

This could either be
the end of your career

or a genuine triumph.

The choice is yours.

Take the gun, Blake!

Don't throw it all away.

Sterling.

Sir, Agent Garrett.

I think we got some
traction on our problem.

The receptacle used
to transport the scandium-46,

we found it.

In a trash bin
at the coffee shop.

- Any prints?
- Yes, sir.

We dusted and
found two partials.

It should be enough
to work with.

All right,
I want you to personally

get the evidence to the lab.

Call me as soon as
you get an I.D.

That I will.
Oh, and sir...

Any word on
Agent Lee's DNA test?

Not yet.
Takes time.

Get us a match on those prints

and we won't have to wait.

Come on, come on!

- Where are we going?
- Come on, hurry.

- Where are we going?
- Okay.

Okay, we're on to something,

or they wouldn't be chasing us.

Okay?

So we're getting closer.
We're gonna figure this out.

What, we're just gonna
be like them

and keep looking over our
shoulders everywhere we go?

Listen, listen.

I need to make sure that
I do everything

I possibly can
to untangle this mess

so that we can get back
to living our lives.

We're gonna get older.
We're...

Look, look, look.
Stop, stop, stop.

Look at me, look at me.

Okay.
Hey, hey.

Look at me.
We're gonna be all right.

We're gonna be okay, okay?

I love you so much.

And I'm gonna do everything.

Okay?

I love you.

I love you.

Ow.

We took blood from you, Simon.

And a DNA screen.

Why would you do that?

To prove Murphy's accusation
that you were a sleeper.

Congratulations.
You're human.

Of course, that still leaves

a multitude
of unanswered questions,

such as the unfortunate
presence of a mole

in our midst.

Luckily, a vial with
the mole's prints was found.

Garrett ran the prints.

Found a match.

Murphy's the mole.

Murphy?

That's, uh...

Unexpected.

I believe I owe you an apology.

No. No.

There's no need, sir.

I understand.

No, Simon...

You couldn't possibly.

Well, I'd like it sooner
rather than later.

Obviously, I mean, it's been
over two hours now.

- Mr. Murphy.
- Yes?

Please come with me.

- What's going on?
- You're under arrest.

Are you kidding me?

Wait, wait.
Get your hands off me!

Wait, what's going on?

I don't think that's necessary.

Dr. Sterling.
Sir.

Sir!

Please.
Just a second!

What the hell is going on?

Mother.

Simon's gonna be fine.

Blame's being placed elsewhere.

Thank you.

So tell me...

How far along are you?

In terms of
getting everyone home?

Over the years, I helped
the nuclear program along.

I got them to the point
where they could produce,

crudely,
the raw materials we need

to open up the portal.

The uranium hexafluorides
and the cesium isotopes.

I assumed as much
from the portal you used

to transport the plane
and implode the building.

Unfortunately,
we have limitations.

- Meaning?
- What you witnessed

is the current extent
of our abilities.

We can move an airliner
a few thousand miles away,

but we have nowhere
near the capabilities

of being able
to transport everyone

all the way home.

Why?

We're missing
a few key components.

But we can recreate,

and in some cases, recover.

With your help.

Then the problem is
the raw materials.

We don't have enough.

Nowhere near enough.

The only source
for the major ingredients

is in their
processing facilities.

Or the nuclear warheads
themselves.

All tightly guarded.

Yes.

But I've been giving this
a lot of thought,

and...I may have a way in.

The white house
just released a statement

that the passengers
of Avias 514

are recovering well

from the effects of
the substance

they were exposed to onboard.

They also say
they will be released

as soon as doctors determine

their condition is stable.

Coming up next,
the weekend weather forecast.

Come in.

Mr. president.

We found the leak, sir.

Justin Murphy.

I heard.

Over the years,
I've become so...

Careful.

I've honed my intuition,

learned how to identify
those I could really trust.

It's been a long time since

I've been
this wrong about someone.

I failed you, sir.
I'm sorry.

Blake.

Are you actually telling me
you're not perfect?

Honestly?

It's kind of a relief.

You want a beer?

Absolutely.

Where's my mom?

I want my mom and dad.

When can I see them?

Girls...

This is Samantha.

Girls?

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