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The shipment
is already in transit.

Let's just say that might
have regrettable consequences.

I wouldn't. Open your safe.

I'll pay you a lot of
money to walk away.

Shut up. Open the safe.

- Who do you work for? CIA?
- Hurry up.

Kill her!

Someone!

Don't walk! Quick!

The woman's up there!

Up there! Kill her!

Catch that bitch!

Come on. We both know
how long these things take.

We need get it through customs.

Now, I'm working on
getting another shipment.

But without the support
from the consulate at the UN

we have no chance of
that happening on time.

I know, but we don't
have time for that.

They're in the middle
of a malaria outbreak.

I'm working on another shipment,

but we have to get what we
have through customs now.

I'm gonna call you back.

Hey, you.

Are you early or am I late?

Hey.

- I missed you.
- I missed you, too.

Happy anniversary. Come see.

- Wait, that's too much.
- When we went on that wine run,

it was in the shop next door.
I saw you looking at it.

- My turn.
- No, no, no.

I need a redo gift. I'm
embarrassed. No, no, no.

My... My... My gift.

Big in Japan.

I love 'em. They're
my new favourite pant.

Although I do think that year
two is cotton. Three is leather.

Oh, you're so much
better at this than me.

Try this.

Wow. You really cracked
out the good stuff.

You're too good to
me, you know that?

Ain't it great? And
this is the last piece.

- Ah! How cute.
- They need a home.

Think about their little tails wagging.
Their hot breath on you in the morning.

No, no, I can't. I can't be
trusted to keep something alive.

I almost killed the both of
us with that omelette I made.

Well, they only eat
kibble, so you'll be fine.

Don't worry. We'll build up
to it. Let's get you fed.

No. Can I please just take you to
dinner? My treat. I got to redeem myself.

I love the pants. I'm
gonna wear them to dinner.

- Okay.
- Let's go.

Hm. This is an interesting
route to the restaurant.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

Feels like it's almost
intentionally out of the way.

- That's just in your head.
- Obviously, I have Alzheimer's.

Okay. I'm on to you. Sneaky way to
the proposal spot. Romantic stroll.

You really want that puppy, huh?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

- I resent all these accusations.
- You're the sickest person.

Do you remember
that dinner we had

- with that German doctor we met in Iraq?
- Mm-hm.

He and I are going to New York in
a few weeks to raise some funds

and recruit some doctors.
And I thought you could come.

Finally take a proper holiday.

An actual vacation together. It's
been so long. I would love that.

Great.

It'd be great. You could show us all
your old college stomping grounds.

First kiss. Your
first everything.

We're gonna
need a longer vacation.

Besides my glory days,
what else is on the touristy menu?

Well, I'm still working
out some of the finer details.

- Which are?
- Like the Chelsea Hotel,

champagne, clothing optional.

Mm, okay. Now
you're piquing my interest.

- Babe, is my phone out there?
- Yeah.

- You feeling all right?
- I am tired.

Trip took it out
of me a little bit.

Why don't you stay home from
work today? Work from home?

I mean, bed. I mean... I mean,
let's just go back to bed.

That sounds so good. I'd
almost kill for that.

- Do you have plans this weekend?
- Not set in stone.

Okay. Don't make any.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Hey, how was the trip?

Views were incredible. Some of the
people could have been friendlier.

Hm. And the client?

Oh, I left him speechless.

- Hmm.
- Hmm. Oh.

Hey, a token of my
appreciation. For everything.

Ave, you shouldn't have.

- Oh!
- Don't worry. It's a knock-off.

It's beautiful. Thank you.

Thanks. How's Maggie?

Homesick. Lucky you married a
European. How are you and David?

Great. Except my anniversary
gift was a disaster.

Why didn't you tell me there was
some kind of gift list thing?

There is?

Next year's fruit.

Hey, don't beat yourself
up. You're doing fine.

Every marriage takes effort,
especially in our world.

You got plenty of time
to work out the kinks.

I tell you what. Why don't you let David
and I take you and Maggie for dinner?

Maybe she can share some
marriage pointers with me.

Oh, I'm sure she's
got a whole bunch.

I'm proud of you, Ave.

We've come a long
way since Kandahar.

- Blake.
- Yes, sir.

We have lots to discuss.

Pull up the files
Avery got from Japan.

- Yes, sir.
- Let's go private and fire it up.

Pull up the intel in
Kenji's black book.

Business firms used
for weapon shipments.

Officials he was paying off.
Terrorist networks he was supplying.

But the drive had a lot more than that
on it. Kali fulfilled a contract for him.

He's been deviating from
his M.O. for the last year.

Pull up the Triad file.

When you were in Japan, this went down
in Krakow, courtesy of the Russian mob.

Looks like the Triads were
encroaching on their customers.

Guess who's responsible?

Kali did another hit
for the Russians?

Why is a top assassin solely taking
contracts for the Russian mob?

He also put a bullet in the head of
two undercover agents in South Africa.

Maybe this will help
us identify him.

That would be one
hell of a coup.

Good work, Agent Graves.

Finish your report, and
take the rest of the day.

Thank you, sir.

- Pull up Kali's file.
- Yes, ma'am.

Arms dealers, drug runners.

All low grade targets.

Why are you deviating?

- Hi, neighbour.
- Hey, Abby.

Missed you at the gym
the last few days.

- Business trip.
- I'm jealous.

Hey, where did you
go? Someplace fun?

- Hi, Avery.
- Niklaus.

Missed you at the gym.

Hey, you and David want to come
over for dinner this weekend?

We have plans.

Don't be a stranger.

Hey, I'm home.

Honey?

Hey, I've been thinking
about our New York trip.

I've got a few ideas.

Who is this?

You're home early, Agent Graves.

Where's my husband?

Located in your
sister CIA black site

is detainee number 0912749.

Hidden in his fake tooth is a file.
You are going to steal it for me.

You have nine hours to get me what I want
if you want to see your husband alive.

I want proof of life.

Once you have the file.

No. Proof of life or he's already
dead. And this phone call is over.

Avery...

David, listen to me!

There's your proof.

You touch him again, I will break
every bone in your fucking body.

There's a phone
booth in an alleyway.

It will ring at midnight.

If you don't answer it with
the Canary Black file in hand,

your husband dies.

Failure to comply, as well as
any involvement from your agency,

will result in his execution.

- Hello?
- Sorina, it's me.

- I need a favour.
- Fuck your favours.

A favour is a ride to the airport. Not
the usual bullshit you ask me to do.

You're a hacker.

Don't pretend just because you got a
real job, you suddenly have morals.

I'm at work. Call one
of your agency hacks.

No, this needs to be off the
books. Are you gonna do it?

Or am I telling the Russian FSB about
the time you hacked their servers?

Good.

I need you to ping the location of the
last incoming call to this cell phone.

Hang on.

The phone's a burner.
It's on the south side.

But I need more time to
triangulate the exact location.

As soon as I have it,
I'll text you the address.

So, are we good?

Hurry.

I sent you home early so you could
at least pretend to have a life.

You know me.

09... 749.

Come on, please.

Yeah.

You're not following
my instructions, Agent Graves.

Well, that's a
character flaw of mine.

You think I didn't
know that you'd try to trace the call?

You just stepped on a pressure
activated explosive device.

Take a step and
you lose your life.

- I'm listening.
- Then do exactly as you're told.

Your psych file is quite a read,
Agent Graves. "Psychologically astute.

"Prone to self-reliance,

"she's uniquely suitable as a lone
wolf due to her lack of a family unit

"and comfortability with high pressure
situations and covert identities.

"And a case history of
zero failed missions."

If anyone can get me
the file, it's you.

So now that we've bonded, I'm assuming
you're gonna disarm this bomb.

There is a price
for disobeying instructions.

You're expendable.

Show me progress and
get me Canary Black.

Get to work, Agent Graves.

Tick tock.

Bouncing Betty, you asshole.

Can I help you, Agent Graves?

I need to talk to
Agent Maxfield.

Service weapon.
Security protocol.

No outside weapons on site.

Maxfield.

What can I do for
you, Agent Graves?

I believe detainee CPD0912749

has actionable intel related
to the case I'm assigned to.

I highly doubt that. He's
way above your pay grade.

An arms dealer tried to bargain with intel
he says he received from your detainee.

What intel?

He said it involved an
assassin named Kali.

I need to know what
his connection is.

What did this
detainee do exactly?

He got his hands on a top secret,
sensitive compartmented information file.

The scope of this
breach is deadly.

What's he doing here?

Enjoying fewer rights than
if we took him to Guantanamo.

You don't get answers by asking
politely with a lawyer present.

We renditioned him here after we
caught him trying to get to Odessa.

You guys probably have baggage then.
Might be faster if I go in by myself.

I'll be in the other
room... monitoring.

Mr Stoica.

I recently met with a
friend of yours in Japan.

Kenji Nakajima.

I don't know who that is.

Well, he knows you. According to
him, you backchannelled a meeting

because you had
something to sell.

He didn't want guns.

Pull up Agent Graves' file.

He wanted cash and lots of it.

I can help you, but this
is a two-way street.

I heard the two of
you discussed a file.

Canary Black.

Is this Agent Maxfield's idea?

Look around. I'm the
friendliest face in here.

So why don't you tell
me about the file,

and then I can help you.

Fuck you, you American cunt.

Fuck you!

Shit!

I'm taking that file.

Where is it?

What the hell are you doing? You
don't pull that shit on my detainee.

Improvising.

We good?

You just killed
your career, Agent Graves!

Fix him up.

- Go ahead.
- Get me Station Chief Hedlund.

Okay.

She has the
file! Lock it down!

Hey, stop!

Graves, down...

Don't
move! Don't move!

Agent Graves, only way you're
leaving here is on a stretcher.

- Put the knife down.
- Not happening, Maxfield.

Read the room. Open the
door. Open the door.

Fuck!

Hunt her down. She's a
threat to national security.

- Redirect the plane.
- Yes, sir.

What the...?

Deputy Director Evans. Yes, sir.
Just came over the wire now.

Yes, sir.

Agent Maxfield, I put you in
charge of finding Canary Black,

and it was right under
your nose the whole time.

I need a blow by blow of
what happened. Who is she?

My best, sir. Her father
worked for the agency.

Her mother was from the UK.

Both deceased. She was
groomed since she was 18.

Aced Langley, passed
the Wintertide programme

and pulled the Omar
Jaziri job in Iraq.

There's no way that
she's a traitor, sir.

That's exactly what
she is right now.

You mark my words, Hedlund,
she's going in the ground

and you're the one that's
gonna put her there.

Yes, sir. What
file are we after?

Canary Black.

It's a top-secret master list of blackmail
material for all government personnel.

We built it to keep
track of pressure points

foreign governments might
use to flip our people

into spies. Legal,
illegal, everything.

From the highest office
in the land to, uh...

Well, you, Hedlund.

That affair you had four
years ago. It's on the list.

If our enemies get
their hands on this,

it will jeopardise the very
office of the president

and every department below it.

You have carte blanche
to contain this.

I'm taking that file.

I don't understand.

She played you, Hedlund.

You're just too close
to her to see it.

Where would she go?

She's a ghost if
she wants to be.

- And her husband?
- Doesn't know who she is.

David Brooks, civilian.

Works in logistics and finance
for Doctors Without Frontiers.

A British national. He's
the only family she's got.

Besides you.

Okay. Bring him in.

Scrape her husband's
phone calls, texts,

e-mails, credit cards, and get
me a map of where he's been.

- Yes, sir.
- She has to trust someone.

Sir, his cell has been
off the grid for hours,

and he has an ATM
withdrawal in Vienna.

There was also a flight
booked this morning

under his name and
Miss Olga Mirav.

That's one of her aliases.

It leaves Vienna in
three hours for Rome.

He's on the run with her.

- Get me teams stationed at both airports.
- Yes, sir.

Honey, this isn't
the right time.

It's me.

Someone kidnapped David.

They want the Canary Black file.

But there was no file.

This could be Kali.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
I won't be home till late.

If I could know the contents,

maybe I can figure out who has
David, but it's beyond my clearance.

You know, you really
should get some rest.

This file is the only
chance I have of saving him.

Hey, don't worry about the dishes.
I'll do them when I get home.

Go to my house.
See for yourself.

Yeah.

I am not a traitor.

Love you, too.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah. Yeah.

It's the wife. A bit
under the weather.

It's okay, Maggie.

I'm sure Jarvis
will sort it out.

I have a set...

of keys.

Downstairs.

Ever consider the husband was
taken and the file is a ransom?

All this is a setup.

If that were the case, she
would have brought us in.

Rule number one for
a kidnap and ransom.

Tear this place apart.

You
weren't answering your phone.

So you show up in person?

I
Need your help. Please.

I don't conduct business here.

I don't have time for
decorum. I'm fucked.

By who?

By whoever's blackmailing me. And
now my own agency, which is nice.

- And you're looking for safe passage?
- Information.

Get me a list of every foreign
agent, assassin and intel broker

- that's currently in town.
- That's expensive.

I have the cash in my safe house.
I'll pay you when it's done.

Also, I need you to go shopping.

Avery, coming here you're burning
a bridge. I hope it's worth it.

Any sign of her?

I'd ask him, but there's
a hole in his face.

Well, well, well.
Aren't we ambitious, Agent Graves?

Looks like I chose the
right woman for the job.

Just trying to crack
that glass ceiling.

I took the liberty
of cashing out your rainy day fund.

Consider it a tax for
jerking me around.

- Bring me the file.
- Your intel was wrong. There was no file.

Are you sure
that's the game you want to play?

Look, the tooth was empty.

Either you got it wrong or he
ditched it before they caught him.

Hello?

Listen to me. Listen to me! I
don't have it, but I can get it.

I just need some time.

Stoica had the
file, which means you have the file,

which is why your agency is after you.
It's 8:00 pm. That gives you four hours.

No, I need more...

Jesus Christ, Avery, this
is one hell of a mess.

I couldn't involve you.

You know that's impossible.

I had no choice. They have
my classified psych file.

They know everything about me.

Everyone's looking for you.

Deputy Director himself is
flying in to oversee the hunt.

Your house was clean.

David's made
transactions in Vienna.

He bought two tickets, one with
your alias and we can't find him.

- Because he's been kidnapped.
- It's not the way it looks.

Of course, it's not how it looks.
It's how they want it to look.

They're setting me up to take the
fall. What the fuck is Canary Black?

It's a blackmail list.

The kompromat on everyone in
government with security clearance.

I'm on that list, Avery.

Even if you did have the file,

you couldn't make the
exchange, you know that.

- But, David...
- I know.

People like us need people
like David and Maggie.

- I can't lose him, Jarvis.
- We'll find him.

You've just got David killed.

They were gonna kill you.
I won't let that happen.

On the ground, now!

Get the fuck off me.

- Give me the file.
- I never had it.

Let's go.

Did you already
make the transfer?

Who were you working with?

Who's the buyer? How did you
know about the file? Answer me!

I'm gonna take pleasure in
breaking you down, traitor.

How patriotic of you.

Shit. Shit.

Maxfield, we got company.

Get us to base camp. Protect
the asset at all cost.

They're boxing us in.

Get us out of here.

- Don't stop!
- Car in pursuit.

Requesting immediate backup.

Give me the file.

Niklaus. Where's David?
Niklaus, where is he?

Who are you working for?
Niklaus, give me a name.

Rurik, are you
okay? Rurik, answer me.

By carte blanche, I didn't
mean create an international incident.

I have to temper the blowback
on this now with my counterpart.

It's one woman, dammit. Just
find her. We're going to the NSS.

Her husband never showed
at the airport in Vienna.

Like I said, maybe
she's been compromised.

More like her
accomplices were worried

we snagged her and her
husband is in hiding.

I'm not buying it.

She betrayed you. If that's
not something you can handle,

then I can talk to Deputy Director
Evans and have you relieved.

Consider the angles.

And consider why the hell none
of these people have files.

Sir, police just found another
body. I'm pulling up the image.

That's Avery's neighbour.

Then we've got a sleeper
cell in our outfit.

Your outfit.

I want to know who
the hell these people are.

Rurik is dead. I
should have been there.

Soldiers die. That's the job.

- You've failed.
- We stopped them from getting her.

And now she's back on
the run with the file.

Once we get the file...

you'll have your revenge.

Thanks for the quick
turnaround and the gear.

Be thankful that I even showed.

I'm told Deputy Director Evans just
flew in to personally deal with you.

Good timing.

Do you have a list
of names for me?

What's that? A tip?

My safe house was torched.

I don't go out of
pocket for anyone.

They have a knack for dying
before paying the freight.

I can tell you who orchestrated
the assassination attempt

on the French
ambassador last month.

I wouldn't be very good at my job if
I didn't already know that, would I?

I can give you access to a drop box for
a Russian cell operating out of the UK.

Give me the Rolls Royce of intel or
find yourself another patron saint.

Kenji Nakajima's dealmaker
on the UN Security Council.

Pierre Delacourt.

His cut is routed through his
wife's Panamanian shell corporation.

The Kruger brothers are here. Vanya
Stover, Stavros the Greek, Kali.

Kali's in town?

That's the rumour.

They say he owes. The
Russians said that.

If anybody's capable
of this, it's him.

There's not a debt in the world
this file couldn't pay off.

What about this guy?

He called himself Niklaus, but
his name's Rurik. Austrian.

He and his wife were my neighbours
for the past eight months.

His name is Rurik van
Klaus. Private contractor.

He worked in Chechnya,
Libya, Ukraine.

How does the CIA not
have him on file?

Ghosts live longer.

I picked up your shopping list.

Don't call me again.

- Deputy Director Evans?
- Yeah.

Sorry to keep you waiting.
Director Breznov will see you now.

- Okay, let's go. Wait here.
- Yes, sir.

Thank you for seeing me
on such short notice.

As you know, we have an
issue that needs containment.

You have a rogue agent
on foreign soil. My soil.

It's your turf. We want to
handle this diplomatically.

Your agency had a gunfight
in the middle of the city.

I have dead bodies,
burned out cars

and zero patience for
your version of events.

You'll find we're very
generous to our friends.

And this agent. What did she do?

She stole top
secret information.

What exactly do
you have in mind?

We work together
to hunt her down.

In the light of bilateral cooperation
and preferential treatment,

I accept your offer.

But when she's caught, I want to be
the first one to interrogate her.

Hello.
I'd like a room for two nights, please.

And preferably the west
side of the third floor.

Can't get enough of that view.

- That shouldn't be a problem. Miss?
- Olivia Oxley.

Stop fucking
interrupting me then!

Keep up appearances.

Anyone asks, it's a pre-scheduled
meeting with Breznov

regarding international
intelligence protocols.

- I'll be working from my room.
- Yes, sir.

Goodnight, sir.

You're wearing a mute mask.

Help! Get in here!

Scream, shout. It won't matter.

It controls the decibel
level of your voice.

Stoica didn't have the file.
Nor did I betray my country.

What do you call this?

Last resort. Somebody
kidnapped my husband to get it.

If that's true, then I'm telling
you we can handle this together.

There's more than one
life at stake here.

No one knows what's at
stake here more than I do.

I don't think you do.

You turn over that file, you're
both dead. I promise you.

You have the file and
you're gonna give it to me.

I get my husband back. You
get your little file back.

Password?

Agent Graves, keep
your emotions in check.

Use your goddamn head. I'm giving
you one chance to walk away.

I assume you've heard of
the Wintertide programme.

The PSYOP stress
test. What about it?

I survived it. You want
to know what they found?

That you're a crazy bitch?

We're not really using that
word to describe women anymore,

especially in the workplace.
There's been a whole thing.

What they found is that I have an
extremely high tolerance for pain.

Are you willing to find out how much
pain you can take, Deputy Director Evans?

I'm your goddamn superior.
How dare you threaten me?

I appreciate the bravado
as much as the next girl.

I will hunt you to the
ends of the earth for this.

I'm having kind of
a shitty day, sir,

so I'm really gonna need the next
words out of your mouth to be,

"My password is..."

I, Nathan Evans, do
solemnly swear to support,

defend the Constitution
of the United States

against all enemies,
foreign and domestic...

Jesus fucking Christ!

Password?

Victory, Maker, Charlie,

3-0-9-1.

God!

Keep this up, I'm gonna move on to
something you're really gonna hate.

Archer, Dexter, Travis, 2-2-3-8.

Like I said, foreign
and domestic.

Now you're just
pissing me off, sir.

This is a remote detonator.

I'm gonna ask you one more
time for your password.

If you lie to me again, I'm going
to blow your fucking head off.

Canary Black is Armageddon. You'll
destroy the world as we know it.

Password?

Bravo, Delta, Zulu, 5-7-2-3.

It won't do you any good. You can only
access the file on a secure server.

You're a smart one.

- Hello?
- Sorina, I have one more job for you.

I need you to find the nearest
secure server with CIA access.

This is the last time.

Jarvis speaking.

Jarvis, I need your help. This
is gonna put you in a bad spot.

That's gonna be tricky. The
anvil's dropping. About earlier...

I need the blueprints
for PLK Technologies.

The defence contractor.

They have a military
contract with the DOD.

It means they have a secure server
to send top secret material.

You realise what you're asking? They'll
trace it back to me immediately.

- It's treason.
- You're the only one I can ask.

I'll see what I can do.

This could be Kali.

Yep. Yep. That's the deal. Payment
for any intel leading to her capture.

You've always believed
in me. Believe in me now.

Hey. Thanks for showing up.

Like I had a choice. Let's
just get this over with.

What's the plan? Go in
and shoot up the place.

Not if I can help it.
Ten minutes. In and out.

The drone is a prototype. Autonomy
sucks. Still has some glitches.

I'll bring it back.
Just give me a warning.

Are you trying to steal
industrial secrets or something?

I left my purse inside.

Lock decoder. Earpiece.

- Are you ready?
- One minute.

Come on, Jarvis. Come through.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

- Com check.
- Loud and clear. Take me up.

- You hanging in there?
- Save the jokes.

Come and get me in ten.

Come on, come on, come on.

Shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, Christ. Help!

Somebody get in here now!

I don't know why he's not answering, sir.
I'm almost at his room. Did he leave?

No, ma'am.

Open the door.

- Hey!
- Director Evans!

Get the mask. Get the mask.

- Get this bomb off of me!
- Fuck.

Your badge was just used to access a
secure server at PLK Technologies, sir.

It's Agent Graves! She's
stealing Canary Black.

Kill access to the server. Inform PLK
Technologies they've been breached.

Server room breach.
Lock it down.

Change of plan. Get that
drone in the air, now.

Uh, okay. Just...
Just give me a second.

It's a big building.
Where am I going?

I need that
drone on the 34th floor.

Eastside hallway window.

Freeze! Don't move!

I need that drone, now!

Shit.

Shit.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Avery!

Avery, are you alive?

Uh... barely.

Sorina, meet me
where we first met.

Uh, yeah. Yeah. I'll be there.

- Oh, my God. Are you okay?
- No.

Wait, hey! My car!
Hey, come back here!

Stop, you crazy bitch!

Oh, my God. I'm so fired.

She broke two of my fingers,
strapped a fucking bomb to my neck.

I want her dead. No,
I'm coming to you.

Our girl just broke
into secured facility.

I want everyone and everything
in their places standing by.

You're crazy. You
know that, right?

Get your laptop. I need
to know what's on this.

Hurry. I'm running out of time.

Do you know how much that
drone cost? I'm so fucked.

Holy shit.

That's not a blackmail list.

It's a virus. It looks like it corrupts
and encrypts all internet traffic,

locks down all the devices connected to it
and the result will be full system crash.

No e-mail, credit cards,
communication, military satellites.

It's a doomsday virus.

Is it targeted?

Yeah. One for each country.

It uses country code top
level domain targeting,

ISP and IP geotargeting
and geofencing.

So could you target a specific
country without it affecting your own?

Looks that way. But
to use that option...

Would stop the
world from spinning.

Can you encrypt it for me?

The people who want this, they'll
use it. I need to be sure they can't.

I can't guarantee that.

Time's up.

- Come on.
- A programme like this, if it's launched,

there is no way to undo it.

Forget you saw this.

What the fuck?! My
drone and my laptop?!

I need your phone.

This doesn't sound
like Kali's MO.

Get the fuck out of the way!

- Are you okay?
- No. Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm here.

I'm here.

Come on. Please, please, please.

I'm here. Please
call. Please, please.

I want every agent, private
contractor and informant on the case.

- Tear this city apart and find her.
- We're working on it, sir.

SIGINT is scraping all mobile and
electronic traffic in the city,

and we're running facial
recognition profiles with CCTV.

Why don't we know who
she's working for, huh?

Pull up a list of all foreign
operatives in the country.

Her investigations for the last
year are all about Kali. Right?

Is that who she's working for?

There's nothing
to suggest that, sir.

Sir, it's the director.

Sir. No, sir. We are...
That is correct, sir.

- Ready?
- Yes, sir.

I've decrypted the
Canary Black files

and pre-loaded the
requested country file.

Let's go live.

As the world becomes more
connected through technology,

so too comes our need
to work together.

Our shared enemies are becoming
increasingly sophisticated

and have a deep understanding of
the blind spots of global policing.

Ladies and gentlemen.

I'm here to ask you a
very simple question.

Do you want your
country to survive?

You need to see this.
There's a potential threat.

We live in a world
where bullies thrive...

The weak kneel to survive.

But tonight, you are all
equal and must kneel together.

Care of the United States government,
I have in my possession Canary Black.

It's a geo-targeted computer virus that
will end internet use as you know it.

We had nothing to do with this.

There's a
file for each and every one of you.

Stock markets will crash.
Government institutions will freeze.

Chaos will be inevitable.

The ransom for saving your country
is 1% of your nation's GDP.

The cost of non-compliance,
however, will be far more expensive.

As an example of
my determination,

please direct your attention
to the country of... Singapore.

You have each been sent an account
in which to pay the required amount.

This is non-negotiable. You
have one hour to comply.

The
entire world will be hunting us.

Can they really pay in an hour?

The more time
we give them, the more exposed we are.

Prepare to steal a
trillion dollars.

Pull up the Singapore satellite
feeds and country analytics.

What's going on?

They just unleashed
Canary Black on Singapore.

If someone doesn't pay, the world stops
turning or he starts World War III.

That's one hell of
a blackmail file.

It's more than that.

We built Canary Black as a
pre-emptive first strike weapon

to counter the increasing
threat of cyber warfare.

It's a digital nuke in
the cyber arms race.

It's the highest
level of clearance.

Even the president
doesn't know about it.

We also built a
US file inside it,

in case of a civil war,
a coup or an invasion.

There is no workaround,
you understand?

We need to find out where the hell
this broadcast is coming from.

Where's Station Chief Hedlund?

d Her eyes, there was her eyes
Her eyes, her whole heart...

Drop your gun... slowly.

We have a tourist.

Station Chief Hedlund.

This is an unpleasant surprise.

Breznov. You're behind this.

- Is he alone?
- Yes.

Where's Avery? Is she alive?

If you're alone, that
means you're helping her,

which means CIA is not aware.

- Is she alive?!
- You should know better, Hedlund.

Don't get attached to
people you can't save.

The agency will hunt
you to the grave.

You've grown old, my friend.

You're stuck in the Cold War,
while I'm fighting a digital one.

Cold War. Digital war.
Only the assholes change.

Kill his phone
and dump his body.

Consider me impressed,
Avery Graves.

Breznov.

I have Canary Black, and now the
world will pay for your weakness.

You've made me a very rich man.

You're a bleeding-heart nationalist.
This can't just be about money.

And you are an arrogant
American with a saviour complex.

The reign of the global
superpower is over.

You all treat the rest of the world
like servants. But for no longer.

If you release those files,
millions of people will die.

Collateral casualties in
a war without bullets.

You're blaming the
wrong person, Avery.

It is the United States who built Canary
Black to be used one day, and it pays.

No, no, it doesn't have to be.

Let me see David. We had a deal.

I consider myself
a man of my word.

How did you find me?

By looking in the gutter.

My father was a patriot.

He used this space to
interrogate men sent to kill him.

This has always been a place
where tyrants come to die.

David.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

No! You don't need him.
We had an agreement.

- We had an ultimatum.
- Fuck you!

Make it last.

Shit...

You have a lot to talk about.

Your programme is taking us
all to the brink of collapse.

This is not our programme.

It's an act of sabotage
against my country.

It's an extinction-level event

for our economy.
What do we do?

They
should pay for everyone's ransom.

Wants an answer.

South
Korea paid 10.7 billion dollars.

10.4 billion dollars from
Mexico. China, too, 180 billion!

I want total silence!

Mr President.

I'm working on it.

Yes, sir. In light of the danger I
have to recommend again that we pay.

It'll buy us time to figure
out who's behind this.

Mr President.

This is for Rurik.

David Brooks doesn't
know how to do that.

I'm sorry, honey. I
didn't mean for this to happen.

Who the fuck are you?

Your husband.

Tell me the truth or I swear
to God, I'll shoot you myself.

Breznov knows about Canary
Black because I told him.

It was the only leverage I had.

My source said that Stoica
still had the file on him.

We had to make you believe that I'd
been kidnapped so you'd go and get it.

This isn't answering
any of my questions.

I botched a job for
the Russian mob.

They saddled me with a $20 million debt
and snitched my identity to Breznov.

But the plan went to shite
because there was no file

and Breznov said
he would kill you.

You're Kali.

No, then...

Jesus Christ. So
everything is a lie.

No. No. Not our marriage.

Our whole life together
was totally real.

I'm sorry. I was
trying to protect us.

I will deal with Breznov and I
will make this right, I promise.

Fuck you. Find a way to cut their
internet feed. I'm gonna stop Breznov.

My Treasury Department made a transfer.
Brazil and Sweden have paid as well.

Same with Italy,
Egypt and Greece.

We have no choice.

We have to transfer the money.

Otherwise, we might not have a
working country in eight minutes!

We can't allow
you to be known as the president

that destroyed his country.

Pay it.

No matter what happens,

I will not let the US
get away with this.

We must
protect our country at all costs.

1.4 billion from Morocco.

Japan is in. 40 billion.

They're ghosting the system.
It could take days to find out

- where the source of the feed is.
- You got minutes.

China and Russia elevated their alert
status. The EU is doing the same.

Everyone is pointing the finger at us.
Find me Agent Graves! Where's Hedlund?

M.I.A. Phone's off. We're
pinging his cell for a location.

His cell is currently located
in the Gretsch neighbourhood.

Also, his computer logs show

he accessed the PLK building blueprints
right before it was broken into.

This entire station
is compromised.

I want a full tactical team
to hit that location, now.

- Let's move.
- Should we inform Breznov?

Let's contain this ourselves.

We're at 940 billion.
The EU. The US.

They all paid.

Ready the files for China,
Russia, Germany, France, the UK

and the United
States of America.

It's time to level
the playing field.

- What the hell is going on?
- It must be overloaded.

Check the breaker.

Come on, hurry.

Make it
operational. Quick.

Guys, flip the breaker switches!

Has the breaker tripped?

We need to make
sure the lines are connected.

How long until
it's operational again?

I don't know yet.

- We need to turn on the backup batteries.
- I'm on it.

What's taking
so long? Hurry up.

How
long will this take...? Hurry.

You go that way.

- How much longer?
- Ten seconds.

Seal this room.

Launch the files!

- Launch the files!
- I can't! The routers are down!

- We need to get upstairs!
- Grab the laptop, move it!

Somebody kill her!

Go!

Come on!

Go, go, go!

I'll cover you.
I'll sweep the area.

Come on, come on.

Open the door, hurry!

Move, move, move.

Come on, come on!

Go! Go!

Get online.

Help me! Breznov!

Breznov. Please.

Get to that
computer or I'll shoot you myself.

I don't suppose I can bribe
you with billions of dollars.

You're the only woman in this world
who would turn down that money.

You're putting up a better fight
than your husband ever did.

You fucking bitch.

Will you fucking die?!

Not my fucking time.

Honey...

Avery...

Are you okay?

I'll live.

So... where do we even start?

Listen, if I could go back
and undo everything I would,

except loving you
and you letting me.

We can start over. On our own
terms, with no secrets, no lies.

We can fix this. We have
each other, just like always.

Do we? I'm not so sure.
I loved you, David.

Go, go, go!

What are you...? No.

- Some things are beyond fixing.
- No.

This is one of them.

We can get through this.

Just give me one more chance.

Avery.

We don't get a happy
ever after, David.

Go, go,
go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Drop your weapons!
Drop your weapons!

- Stay down on your knees.
- Drop your weapons!

- Stay where you are.
- Don't move!

I love you.

- David!
- Stay down!

Don't move!

- Hands, hands!
- Stay down!

You know what this is?

Every oath of
allegiance you broke.

The estimated damages caused,
the crimes you committed.

You got your co-conspirator
mentor killed,

your co-conspirator
husband killed.

You took the entire world
to the brink of war.

A bad luck charm for anyone
that crosses your path.

And when we dredge up
your husband's body,

he'll be buried in a landfill
like the trash he is.

You... have no country.

You have no rights.

You do not exist anymore.

I own you. And for the rest
of your miserable life,

I'm gonna make sure you
remember that. But first...

I'm gonna return the favour.

God... Goddamn it.

Seems you require medical attention.
That will be all, Deputy Director Evans.

Who the hell are you?

You should be receiving
a call right about now

that will explain the situation.
Do close the door on your way out.

Mr
President? Yes, sir.

Quite the tempest you've
stirred, Mrs Graves.

Who are you?

My friends call me Elizabeth.

I'd like to offer you a job. You've
proven your skills to be exemplary.

And I hire only the best.
I'd like you to join MC6.

I don't know what that is.

Well, that's because until
tonight, we didn't exist.

I suppose I should
thank you for that.

We're tasked with handling
only the most critical missions

on the highest scale
of the threat alert

beyond the capabilities
of the other agencies.

Now, I can make all of this
unpleasantness disappear.

Unless, of course, you'd like to rot
in prison for the rest of your life.

That's assuming
they can contain me.

Is that a yes?

We could use you.

The world needs saving.

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