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Previously on The Recruit...

You know I'm not stupid enough to keep
the dead man's switch in my apartment.

No way we are running a covert
tactical operation in South Korea.

Lester Kitchens. Technically, he's still
employed as a lawyer for the OGC.

- I didn't have a choice.
- Now my shot at Moscow Station is DOA.

I need hard intelligence.

That's why I placed you
with the ex-girlfriend.

What about the picture I sent?

He kept it
with his dad's military memorabilia.

She means something to him.

I am a lawyer for the CIA.

That is so fucking cool.

- So you're copying my hard drive?
- Hannah!

If we're posing as insurance reps,
why don't we just buy her back for real?

- A meeting has been arranged.
- You get her on the phone.

I can trace her location,
and we send in an extraction team.

How do we even know she's alive?

Ten million.

Are you willing to pay our price?

Not a chance in hell.

She looked so scared.

I was able to trace the IP address
of the video call back to its source.

Why do your faces look like that?

'Cause she's being held
in Vladivostok. Russia.

Listen up!

These are our targets.

Lester Kitchens is a veteran case officer
posing as a lawyer.

Owen Hendricks is his protégé.

Janus Ferber is a devious lawyer,
skilled at manipulation.

Assume a high level of tradecraft
and first-notch operational support.

♪ Smell the smoke
Follow its trace ♪

♪ Smell the smoke, follow its trace ♪

♪ Grab a rock and smash his face ♪

♪ Dead man's lying in your place... ♪

Additionally...

...we need to figure out who this girl is
and whether she's currently helping them.

But even if she is,
these men can't become Korean.

Everywhere they go, they will stand out.

So get out there and catch them.

Wait.

Where the hell is Officer Kim?

Okay, so Russia's not ideal.

Yeah, not Russia, my man.
Nan Hee's being held in Vladivostok.

That's the most dangerous place in Russia.

It's a haven for criminality and violence.

Russian mafia, Yakuza,

jopok,

Triads.

All protected by corrupt police,
FSB, and the military.

Translation, it's a suicide mission.

No. No.

Translation, it is the Wild Wild East.

Which sounds like a much easier place
to rescue Jang Kyun's wife from

than Red Square.

Says the baby lawyer
with no operational expertise.

Dude, I have been in this shit
since the day I joined the Agency.

All right? Someone just tried
to murder me last week.

Bullshit.

- It's true.
- He was a real ninja of a guy too.

Dragged my ass across the tarmac
at Incheon Airport.

Hold on. A real ninja of a guy
tried to kill me last week too.

- Looked like that.
- Holy shit.

That's the same guy.

That's Lee, former intelligence officer
turned gun-for-hire.

Who would hire someone to kill us?

Dawn.

What? Why? Why would Dawn wanna kill me?

You asked about her assets.

Dawn has been
running ghost assets for years,

stealing shit-tons of money
from the Agency.

She must've assumed I told you.

Okay. I'm Audi 5,000.

- Peace out, bitches.
- Hold up. Janus, where you going?

I'm going to the embassy
to drown myself in a toilet

so I can get out of
this koala-fuck of an operation

before we're all murdered
or arrested for espionage.

- Janus.
- Just let him go.

Our focus is figuring out
how we get my wife out of Russia.

Nothing else matters.

Listen to the guy who could
expose the Agency's worst secrets

with the push of a button.

Yeah, I understand what the stakes are.

Okay, but in order to rescue
your damsel in distress,

we're gonna need some intel
about where she's being held,

which neither of us can get
from our agencies without tipping off NIS.

Well, luckily, we have an asset
that can track her down.

I have an asset, and she is a bad idea.

Not good.

Very green, completely unstable.

My wife's life is at stake.

There are no bad ideas
or assets too unstable to utilize.

Just make it happen.

It's Deputy Director Cho.

Don't answer it.

I have to.
She's been trying to find me all night.

I dodged her
because I thought we'd get Nan Hee.

Now I have to do damage control.

Yes. Deputy Director.

Where are you?

I'm standing in your apartment,
and it's clearly been searched.

I-- My apartment?

What the hell is going on, Officer Kim?

Janus Ferber
must've drugged me.

I met with him last night to get intel.

The next thing I know,
I'm waking up in my car.

He must have searched my apartment.

Why?

You don't keep secrets here. Do you?

No.

Of course not.

I'll come meet you.

No, I'm walking out.

We got an alert
that Hendricks and Kitchens were spotted

in the motel district.

Meet me back at the office.

Yes, of course.

Shit.

- What?
- We have to go right now.

The police and the NIS
are on their way to this neighborhood.

What about all this stuff?

Leave it. Janus wiped everything down.

There's nothing
to track us back to the Agency.

Besides, after we check out,
they're gonna hose down the whole room.

I got it. Go.

Open it.

What the fuck is this?

You were supposed to be
carrying computers.

I have a buyer already.

Da.

Hey, it's Owen.

I got a job for you.

The Korean aid worker

that was taken by the Yakuza
is being held in Russia.

And now you want me to do recon?
Three hundred thousand.

Done.

- Hey. Whoa. Don't do that!
- What?

- Not you.
- Hey, we need a car.

- One second, Nichka. Take this.
- We need the car.

I got this.

Can't have you just breaking the windows.

That's perfect. Hold on.

Hi. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Hello. I'd like to rent your car
for the day.

- Ten thousand dollars.
- Ten thousand dollars?

Ten thousand dollars. Quick.

Let me have your business card.

I know.

- I'll call you.
- I am hanging up.

No! Hold on.

We are here.
We need you to go to Vladivostok.

Fuck that.

It is a shark tank full of sewage.
I am not going anywhere near that.

- Fuck. Five hundred thousand.
- Find someone else.

A million. One million dollars.

All you have to do is tell us
which door to kick down.

Deal. Send me whatever intel you have.

She's in. Thank God.

Oh shit.

I wouldn't be thankful just yet.

We are in a now-hostile foreign country
being hunted by the entire police state

while simultaneously being graymailed
by some psycho local

who will blow us and the entire Agency up
to save his wife.

All right, Lester.

Hey, was I finished? No.

Because you promised a million dollars
to a walking suicide vest

and paid ten thousand dollars
for this lemon of a rental.

Which means that, by lunch,
we will be out of our operational funds.

Only bright side is,
probably won't live that long.

Hey.

Hey, how's your head?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hurt you.
I... I really like you.

Why couldn't you just let me explain?

I'm okay. Just take the laptop and go.
I won't say anything. I promise.

The laptop's useless.
There's nothing on there about Owen.

- About Owen?
- Yeah.

I need to know what he's doing in Korea.

You kidnapped me because of Owen?

I'm fighting for my life, Hannah!

God! Uh!

Things weren't supposed to be like this.
I was just out clubbing.

Just taking
my weekly 24-hour party to Seoul.

Except this time, I got arrested
for buying drugs from an undercover cop.

I mean, they are supposed to tell you
that they're cops, right? But no!

No, I end up in this room
with this fucking viper,

who said that she is gonna
put me away for ten years

unless I did some things for her.

Turns out, being a rich kid
who bounces around the world

is very valuable to a spy agency.

And now, I am monumentally screwed,

because if I don't give her intel on Owen,
she is gonna have me arrested or killed.

Jae.

I get it, okay?

I get how unfair it is.

Mm.

And I can help you.

- I can get you out of this.
- How?

How the fuck
are you gonna get me out of this?

You need intel on Owen, right?

Let me call him.

He trusts me.

If there's anyone he'll open up to,
it's me.

- Hannah, hi. This isn't a good time.
- Shut up! I've been kidnapped!

Jae's a spy for Korea! Holding me hostage!
Four Seasons, Georgetown, fifth floor!

Wait, Hannah! I-- Shit!

- You really are a perfect storm of chaos.
- Shut the fuck up.

Salazar.

Hannah has been abducted
by her new boyfriend, Jae... uh, something.

I don't know his last name. They're at
the Four Seasons, Georgetown, fifth floor.

So call the cops.

No. He is a spy for Korea.

So go capture him, save her.
You'll be able to write your own ticket.

If you sit on your hands,
I will sell your ass out to CEG.

I hate you.

- I hate you too.
- Yeah. Me too. Get in line.

That's not great.

Ah shit.

Oh. All right. All right.

Come on. Come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on!

General Counsel's office.

Hey, Donna! It's Janus Ferber.
Tell the boss I'm being arrested in Seoul!

Ow!

Ah.

Mr. Ferber.

You are being detained

for activities not commensurate
with your diplomatic status.

That sounds right.

Any, uh, wiggle room on the handcuffs?

I'm taking that as a maybe.

It's not a no.

Get Ebner in here,
and alert Hendricks and Kitchens!

Tell them to keep their heads down!

- Is this a bad time?
- Janus got arrested by the NIS.

Oh God. He's gonna hate that.

And you're gonna hate

that Owen just called me

to tell me that a Korean spy
abducted his girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend. Whatever.

And is holding her hostage
at the Four Seasons.

Do I loop in the FBI?

No. Negative.

That'll bring CEG into it.

And Owen's case
is the ultimate close-hold.

Run the Angleton playbook.

- Seriously?
- Yes.

Okay.

But I can't grab this guy
and drag him to the Farm by myself.

- Director's office.
- It's the General Counsel. I need him now.

Priority one.

- Sir.
- Jeez!

It's Walter Nyland.

What'd I say about sneaking up on me?

Go on.

It better not be bad news.

Sir, I need two guys you tr--

Four guys you trust
who can handle something domestically.

And I need them right now.

I need to know where your friends are.

Don't know. Don't care.

You should.

They are in a lot of trouble, as are you.

- Grace. Can I call you Grace?
- No.

Grace, I get the anger.
I'm even okay with the handcuffs.

But do not treat me like an FNG.

I know the rules
of our liaison relationship

backwards and forwards.

No matter what you think I've done...

...your only option is to PNG me...

...and stick me on a plane.

The rules are what I say they are.

You've reached Deputy Director--

Fuck!

- It's over, Jae.
- Shut up!

As your attorney, I'm advising you,

your best option,
your only option, is to run.

There is nothing I know about you
that Owen doesn't.

- So hurting me won't benefit you.
- I said shut up! I need to think!

You don't have time!

Or clearly the ability to do that.

I just pulled a fire alarm at the CIA.
Black helicopters are coming.

You maybe have three minutes.

And if you manage to escape, just know,

I'll think about how much
of an absolute piece of shit you are!

Whoa! Wait, wait, wait!

Hannah?

Hannah? You okay?

- Yes, I'm fine.
- Okay, good. Get dressed.

- Did he touch anything of yours?
- Um...

My phone. My laptop.

Uh, he has his own hotel room on floor 11.

Take the laptop and the phone.
Scrub the rest.

Yeah.

What's happening?

Top-secret shit, and we need to go
somewhere secure to talk about it, okay?

Come on.

- Think Janus is gonna be okay?
- Yeah.

I mean, they'll sweat him like crazy,
but the rule is, he's persona non grata,

they send him home.

Why do I even bother
coming into work?

Oh, hell no.

Here I am,
thinking I'm a rock star station chief

at the sixth-best post in the Agency,

and I keep getting
pushed around by lawyers.

With all due respect, our mandate
comes from the director himself,

as well as the General Counsel,

so this is a conversation
you do not wanna be a part of.

We have some calls to make.

We're gonna need a SCIF,
a runner to get us lunch,

and a couple techs
to red-tag a few hostile faces

in case they show up at the airport.

Cool? Cool.

- Hostile faces?
- Dawn and Dodge.

Oh right. Man, when it rains, it pours.

Yeah, and around you,
it's monsoon season, 24-7, 365.

You know,
I could really use a new work bag.

One that screams "lady boss,"
but in a quiet luxury kind of way.

I'm thinking maybe that could be
your thank-you gift to me.

I'm guessing
that means Hannah's okay.

Physically, she's fine.

Emotionally, she's preparing
to hunt you for sport.

- I wanna talk to her.
- That's a bad idea.

- Is that Lester?
- Hey, what's up, girl?

- I wish you were here instead of me.
- Right back at you.

Listen to Lester, Owen.
Hannah does not wanna talk to you.

And yet...

Hi!

Just a little advice here.

The way to comfort a kidnapping victim

is not by kidnapping her again.

Hannah.

- No, I don't want him.
- Hannah.

- Please, just look at me for a second.
- You are the root of all evil.

A parasite that eats joy
and shits destruction.

I am so sorry
that this happened to you.

When you moved out,
I fully intended on giving you space.

I was gonna stay out of your life
so you could be happy.

Owen, if I have to stand here
and listen to you rationalize

and apologize for your bullshit
one more time,

I am going to stab my eardrums out.

- I don't even know why I'm here right now.
- Okay.

Okay. But here's the thing.

As much as you want to,

as much as you hate me
and want to scream from the rooftops,

you can't, ever,
because today never happened.

What?

None of the things
that you experienced or learned

during the last 12 hours happened.

When your firm inquires about Jae,

you will say
that he fired you and left town.

If Terence asks,

you will say that Jae broke up with you
and then left town.

- You're kidding, right?
- I'm not.

Believe me, I wish I was.

The hard truth
is that you got honey-potted

by a hot NOC with ties to Korea.

That's pretty much as bad as it gets.

You could lose your job,
get arrested, disbarred, but instead...

this guy is going to disappear.

And you are not gonna worry about him
again after this conversation today,

which also never happened.

Do you understand?

Hannah, I need to hear you say
that you understand.

I understand.

- Yeah, she took that well.
- Yeah.

Am I a bad person?

Yes. 1,000%, yes.

But you did her a favor by finally
just being a straight-up asshole.

Show her who you really are
underneath all that topcoat of charm.

It's the nicest thing you could do.

'Cause now, the door between you
is closed forever.

What is the true purpose
of your work in Seoul?

No comment.

And as much as I love
spending time with you,

I'm not required to tell you anything.

Tell me where they are,

or I'll put you in a cell
and throw away the key.

If this was Russia, sure.

And you would definitely
beat the snot out of me first.

But this is the Republic of Korea.

So you will place me in a clean room
at a comfortable temperature,

feed me a well-balanced meal,
and probably tuck me in at night.

Listen to me carefully, Mr. Ferber.

If you don't come clean,

I will have no choice

but to tell your boss
that you are compromised.

I sent an operative to your hotel room
with $10,000.

You accepted a bribe.

Nice try.

But A, didn't happen.
And B, they won't believe you.

So just PNG me.

That process is very deliberate
and very lengthy.

Here we go.

So...

Who are we calling about you?

- I don't know what you mean.
- Yes, you do.

Who's your handler at NIS?

Although, we both know
they're gonna deny knowing you.

Hell, they couldn't even be bothered
to make you official.

They're definitely not gonna claim you
now that you've been caught.

Where are we?

Limbo.

You ever heard of Yuri Nosenko?

No.

KGB agent who defected to the US
in the 1960s.

But we weren't sure about him.
We didn't know what we didn't know.

So we kept him here on the Farm,
in this very room,

for three years.

No one knew we had him.

Look.

I know from Hannah

that you were dumb enough
to get leveraged by Korean intelligence

to commit espionage on US soil,
without cover.

Which means,
we can literally kill you for treason.

Or keep you locked up in here
until your colon falls out.

So if I were you, I'd start talking.

What happens if I tell you the truth?

Depends on what you know.

But I guarantee you,
you'll be happier than if you keep quiet.

Okay.

Okay, I'll talk.

Smart man.

Things were not
supposed to be like this.

Now tell me, and do not lie.

I was just out clubbing,

spending Daddy's money...

One of my sources inside Seoul PD
just sent me this.

I liked them.

Fuck. Thanks.

Yes.

- I wanna know...
- What?

- ...who recruited you, and...
- Fuck.

We have to warn Jang Kyun.

Just P-fucking-N-fucking-G me.

Oh boy.

Put out an alert.
Lock the building down!

I'm sorry. I need to answer that.

- Hello?
- You're burned.

Get the fuck out of there now.

Stop him! Stop him!

Yo. Hey.

He's out. He sent us a location pin
for us to meet him.

All right. That's good.
But we got a new problem.

One of the red tags
I put in place got tripped.

Dodge, Dawn,
they just flew into Incheon Airport

under non-Agency-listed cover IDs.

There's only one reason
for them to come here under clean covers.

- Yeah, to kill us.
- What are we gonna do?

- Kill them first.
- Right.

Are you serious?

What kind of inventory can you get us?

Everything short of guided missiles.

We can pick up
two tactical packages right now.

Anything heavier will take a day or so.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Hands where I can see 'em!

Down.

Whoa, whoa, Lester.
You got this all wrong.

- Director West sent us as a backstop.
- Bullshit.

We know that you're here to take us out.

So we're gonna take a nice little ride
and discuss what happens next.

Go!

Come on, Dawn.

- Get out!
- It's easy, Dodge. Out the car.

- Ho-ho!
- Out the back. That way.

Y'all fucked with the wrong one.
Welcome to Korea. Here we go.

- Come on.
- Gonna see some K-pop, eat some barbecue.

Let's roll. Come on. Up to the Kia.

For what it's worth,
I'm sorry this happened to you.

Thanks.

You know, the whole time Jae was bitching
about getting roped into becoming a spy,

I was just thinking,
"What a dumbass rich kid."

But now, I can totally see
how that can happen.

Wait.

You're not gonna try to recruit me to do
some fucked-up shit for the CIA, are you?

No, that's a different department.

But if I can piggyback
off what Owen told you earlier,

forget about today and forget about him,
for real this time.

Yeah, that's what I was trying to do.

Yeah. He's hard to quit.

I'm clearly not immune to his charms.

How else do you explain

I've become the unwitting third
in your dysfunctional pairing?

You used me to save him.
He used me to save you.

But after this, I'm done.
And you should be too.

Because you seem
like an all-around decent person,

I'm saying this
in the nicest way possible.

Lose my number.

Come on, Kitchens.
You're not this guy.

I'm not? You must have forgot.

But when you sent that hit man
to slit my throat in Warsaw,

you really hurt a guy's feelings.

I get it.

But the Boy Scout
is not gonna let you dump us like this.

He's still got a moral compass.

Yeah, she's right. I do.

I think I left it in the car though.
I'm gonna go look for it.

Wait!

You can't just kill us
and get away with it.

100% we can, Dodge.

Agency thinks
y'all are rubber-roomed in Mauritius.

Ain't nobody gonna look for your bodies

at the bottom of a gorge
in Chungbuk Province.

Lester's right.
You guys came to Korea under false papers.

Undeclared.

- Expendable.
- Okay! Okay.

I recognize the power dynamic here.

So let's make a deal.
There's always a deal to make.

There's no more
fucking power dynamics, Dawn.

There's no deal to be made.

You tried to kill us,
and now you're out of options.

You don't have anything we want.

Bye, Dawn.

What's going on? Who are they?

Agency peeps that tried to kill us.
Came to Korea to finish the job.

So they have operational expertise?

No. No, these are not the kind of people
you want to help us.

Well, my walls just came
crashing down on me, and we need help.

And we're not in a situation to be picky.
So park them in darkness, and let's talk.

Told you.

There's always a deal to be made.

You got nine lives.

Did you actually think you could get away
with recruiting one of my men?

Oh, that is not what happened.

Your man, uh, Jang Kyun Kim,
is graymailing the Agency.

If that is true,
why didn't you bring it to our attention?

We didn't know enough.
You could have been using him as a dangle.

You know? See if we would bite.

Then you could accuse us
of violating our liaison relationship.

That's ridiculous.

We value our relationship with the CIA
too much to play those kind of games.

What secrets is he threatening to expose?

Oh, okay, so now you're gonna try
to use him to elicit our secrets?

No, we are simply trying
to get up to speed on an operation

that you have been conducting covertly
in our country.

Respectfully, we're not prepared
to get into informational details

at this moment.

Are you ready to discuss
the goal of his alleged graymail?

What is he demanding of your agency

in exchange for keeping your secrets?

Again, we're not prepared
to go into those details at the moment.

Unacceptable.

You need to immediately
bring your personnel in

and turn over my officer to the NIS.

We both know
that's not as easy as it sounds.

You act like this is a game.

It is not a game,
and I'm putting you on formal notice.

Do not conduct
any further operations here,

or we will cut off
all intelligence sharing.

I don't see the need
for things to escalate to that level.

You have two hours
to read us in on your operation

and turn over Officer Kim.

Two hours is not enough.

We're still tinkering with programmatics.
It's gonna take at least 12.

You have six.

Director Choi,
I am being called away.

I'm gonna have my General Counsel
contact your GC.

They can continue this conversation
once we've disencumbered the analytics.

Always a pleasure.

Where the hell are you?

Gone to ground, sir,
until we discuss our next moves.

There are no next moves,

because you turned a delicate situation
into Caligula's after-party.

There have been setbacks, yes,

but need I remind you
that if we stand down now,

our graymailer will launch

two decades' worth of Agency secrets
into the light.

Now, I was sent here
to make sure that didn't happen,

and the good news
is I can still see a path to victory.

No, don't you-- Don't sell me, Hendricks.

Your only goal is to save your own ass.

What possible path
could still be open to you at this moment?

We've already activated a high-value asset
to do reconnaissance in Vladivostok,

where we know
the graymailer's wife is being held.

Now, as soon as we know
what door she's behind,

we can kick it down and get her out.

And you want tactical support?

You want me to green-light
a covert mission into Russia?

Are you presently high right now?

No, sir. I don't need operational support.

I already have a tactical team in place
led by Dawn Gilbane.

Yeah, well,
Gilbane is making paperclip art

off the coast of South Africa.

Negative. She's here, sir.

She's what? Why the fuck is she in Korea?

Don't answer that.

The director does not want to know.

Look, sirs, let's be honest.

I volunteered for an impossible mission,
and it has gone wrong in so many ways.

And yet... I can still see the finish line.

Now, in order to cross it successfully,

I am going to need certain assurances.

You're in no position
to leverage us, Mr. Hendricks.

You're wrong, sir,

because even a 1% chance at success
is worth something.

Hell, you'd give your left nut

for a 1% chance
at avoiding months of Senate hearings

and CNN coverage
of the secret CIA cryptocurrency alone.

What's the ask?

In exchange for completing
a successful rescue mission

and neutralizing the graymail threat...

I need you to make Lester Kitchens
Moscow Station Chief.

He's taken on great personal
and professional risk

because I dragged him into this,

and he deserves to be rewarded
if we pull it off.

Well, so long as
I am being fairy godmother,

what is it that you want?

I just want my life back.

I wanna leave the CIA
without CEG on my case

and without the Agency trying
to tarnish my reputation.

Hang on.

What happens if you fail?

Then the Company denies me.

I went rogue.

You and I never met.

Get it done.

I can't believe
you gave him the green light.

The minute they touch ground
in Vladivostok--

It's not gonna get that far.

We found the graymailer's
dead man's switch.

Or rather, the mechanism that triggers it.

Hendricks sent us some photos
of the graymailer's apartment.

When my guys saw these, they got curious.

Those images lead back
to a social media site

that specializes in rope art,

but the sequencing of the posts
are a code.

Once the eggheads crack it,
they can shut it off, disable the threat,

and that will end
our graymail problem permanently.

And if our graymail problem happens to be
standing next to one of my guys

when judgment day comes calling?

Do you really want me to answer that?

No.

All right. We got a deal.
Now we need a plan. Cut 'em loose.

- That's a bad idea.
- Says the new head of Moscow Station.

- The fuck you talking about?
- Simple as that.

We pull this off, job is yours.
Now cut 'em loose. Jang Kyun is right.

We need them.

All right.

Good news is there's a deal to be made.

But you will not be able
to negotiate the terms.

You will either say yes... or no.

And if you say no, you'll learn
what falling to your death feels like.

I can deal with that.

Yeah.

My wife was abducted by the Yakuza,

and she's being held hostage
in Vladivostok.

We have an asset inbound
to find out where.

Your job is to put together
a freelance team to go and rescue her.

We should've just left them alone.

They'd have gotten killed without us.

Very funny.
Can you put a team together or not?

There are guys I can call,
but they're not gonna do it for free.

Great. I got a briefcase full of cash.

Enough to get this done
and more in success.

Okay... but until I know
where they're holding this chick,

I'm not gonna have a scope of the mission.

We'll have initial recon
in about six hours.

We won't last six hours in-country,
not with the NIS hunting for us.

We have to get out of Korea right now.

That's a tall order.

NIS is gonna be watching all the airports.

You guys don't happen to have
a local source for a boat, do you?

RPGs, yes. Boat... no.

I know someone with a boat.

Hey, nice bike.

Owen.

Hi.

I was starting to worry
I wouldn't see you again.

I mean...

I'm heading into work right now,
but I can call in sick.

No. No, there's no need.
I... I can't really stay long.

And actually, I, um...
I'm here to ask you a huge favor.

Technically, it's a business transaction.

Here. Here.

I need to borrow your father's boat.

I'm not really sure for how long,
but, um... I need it right now.

What?

- This is a lot of money.
- I know. It's like 60 or 70K.

I mean, it's all I could fit
in my pockets.

I don't understand.

The case that I was working
has gone sideways,

and NIS are hunting me and my friends.

I wouldn't ask you
to do any of this, but I...

There is a woman
whose life is on the line.

Her husband, he's... he's the guy
that jumped me at... at your bar.

Look, after spending my very short career
making all the wrong decisions

for all the wrong reasons,
I finally have a chance

to fix a broken love story,
and I have to see it through. I... I...

I'm sorry.

I've made a mistake. I shouldn't be here.

I have no right
to ask you for any of this.

And I definitely don't have a right
to involve you in any of my drama.

No. No, it's okay.

It's not okay.

This is what I do. Right?
I jump into the deep end, and then I...

I justify pulling other people in
so that they can help me get out.

I'm a grown-up, Owen, with free will.

If I wanna help you, I'll help you.
If I don't, I'll tell you to fuck off.

As long as you're straight with me,
my choices are my own.

I've been miserable the last few years.

Bored, lost, alone.

And then you appeared,
and I felt alive again.

And... now you're just gonna
disappear forever?

You can have the boat.

But I wanna come.

I need an adventure.

I appreciate that.

Okay? I really do.

But this will not be an adventure, and I...
I am not the answer to your boredom.

I am the bad decision you make that ends
with a face tattoo or a prison sentence.

Those are the terms.

Take them or leave them.

Uh... I need to borrow your bike.

- Is that "yes"?
- No, it's not.

Fuck!

Yes! Yes!

Come on! Come on!

Do you know how to ride?

Kind of.

Shit.

We gotta run.

No, we need the bike.
We're never gonna get away on foot.

Fuck.

♪ Youth without youth! ♪

Look out! Sorry!

Get out of the way!

Look out! Hey!

♪ Youth without youth! ♪

♪ Youth without youth! ♪

Whoa! Oh!

I'm sorry!

Sorry! Out of the way!

- Shit!
- Hurry up!

I'm working on it.

Hey! Stop!

Watch out!

What do you have in your bag?

What? Why?

We need to slow him down.

Uh... just a water bottle.

Throw it!

- Whoo!
- Hoo!

All right. I would introduce you,
but everybody's using cover names.

And to be completely honest with you,
I can't keep 'em straight.

So... this is Big Man, and that is J-Dog.

Yeah. We're not doing that.

I'm Yoo Jin.
We can figure out the name thing later.

First, I need to know
who knows their way around a boat,

because we don't have a crew.

♪ Oh yeah! ♪

♪ Oh yeah! ♪

I know a little
about sailboats.

And I'm more of an aircraft carrier guy,
but I'm a quick learner.

- Good.
- ♪ Baby, I'm reckless... ♪

Let's get moving.
We need to get out into the open water.

♪ When you think you've reached the end
I come down... ♪

I didn't know she was coming.

♪ Leaving you breathless... ♪

Had a little bit
of a run-in with NIS.

♪ Fallin' fast ♪

- ♪ Like heavy rain... ♪
- It was a crack-shit situation.

♪ ...alive again, you drown... ♪

Plus... she wouldn't let us have the boat
unless she could come with, so...

How much did you pay her?

- About 60K.
- All right.

You do know that when you take
a stack of cash out of that briefcase,

another one doesn't just
grow back in its place?

Yes, I'm not an idiot.

But by the time our bill is due,
we're all either gonna be dead or heroes.

So either way... money's not gonna matter.

Get your hands off me.

♪ My time is now ♪

♪ Oh yeah! ♪

♪ Step aside, my time is now ♪

♪ Oh yeah! ♪

♪ Step aside, my time is now... ♪

Let's go get your wife back.

♪ So catch me if you can, man ♪

♪ I'm never slowing down ♪

♪ They call me royalty 'cause ♪

♪ I'm born to wear the crown ♪

♪ Chasing after midnight ♪

♪ You can hear me howl ♪

♪ I let you have your moment ♪

♪ Step aside, my time is now ♪