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Help, Flynn.

My grandpa's having a heart attack.

Are you supposed to be eating that?

We can figure out the rest
in the morning.

If you wake up In the morning.
- Whoa. buddy.

What do you mean?

People die. Valerie died on the
train... after you sent her away.

Who's Valerie?

Valerie McNair.
She's my biological mom.

What the hell were you thinking,

heading the investigation
of your mother's murder?

There's something in this case
that connects to me,

and I need to figure out
what it is.

You're not gonna get very far
freezing out everyone who can help.

I believe in you.

I'm here if you wanna talk.

Works both ways.

Rex Wolfe.
-So, how do we find him?

I'm not sure we can.
He could be anywhere.

Okay, Mills is on his way up
from holding. Let's do this.

Hold still.

Go, go, go!

Don't move.
- On the ground, agent.

We just got word from the State
Department

that Rex Wolfe has fled the country.

Apparently he's just crossed
into Moldova from Ukraine.

As far as the American public
are concerned.

Rex Wolfe does not exist.

This is now your case.
You'll go in dark to Moldova,

find Rex Wolfe and capture him.

I'm taking Byrne with me.
I trust her instincts.

The prisoner transport started
according to plan.

Mills was shackled,
wrists and ankles.

Did you see anything
in the rear-view mirror

A flash of movement.
He was out of the vehicle

before I could even brake.

Don't move. Turn around.

Gun.

Put this on.

Turn around and get
on your knees, agent.

The cargo vehicle slammed on
its brakes, so we did too.

And I had just Initiated emergency
protocol

when Wolfe rolled out of the van...
- Uh. Mills.

Excuse me?

You saw Tyler Brandon Mills
roll out of the back of the vehicle.

I have Witness statements from
other members of the team

detailing Mills' escape.

Maybe we should fast-forward
to your takedown?

Maybe...

Maybe you should tell me
What the hell's going on here.

Tyler Brandon Mills, terrorist
and criminal mastermind,

was able to escape an armed
transport convoy.

The team leader of said convoy
pursued Mills on foot.

When Mills attacked, the team leader
was forced to neutralize him.

Yeah, we, we both know
what happened out there.

Rex Wolfe killed Mills and he ran.

He got the drop on me.

After that, Wolfe...

As far as the public
is concerned,

Rex Wolfe does not and cannot exist.

Is this because I screwed up?

Or... Or are you just covering
your own ass?

It's neither.

It's orders... HQ.

Look, this way you get
to be a hero.

No, I get to be a liar.

Well... Nick, as your friend,
I would suggest you take the Win.

And if I don't?
- Then as your boss,

I will tell you, it's not
a suggestion, it's an order.

Your rooms are on the third floor.
I'll fetch your bellman.

Oh, no, we're good. Thank you.

As you wish.
Enjoy your stay In Moldova.

Ms. Vanek?

We suspect Rex Wolfe is laying low
in a breakaway territory

in eastern Moldova. This area is
heavily dependent

on contraband and drug-running,
and unfortunately

the US has no intelligence
or diplomatic presence there.

So, it's just you two.

We've set up backstopped
cover identities for you.

Emily, you're Sasha Vanek,
a steel company magnate

looking to expand operations
into Eastern Europe.

Cal, you're Mitchell Taylor,
her head of security.

No.

Your covers will allow you to talk
to private military contractors

in the guise of establishing
a security presence

for your company. The trade
council's having a gala,

and tapping into the network of
oligarchs and their PMC-hired muscle

should bring you one step closer
to Rex Wolfe.

Not even the government knows
your true identities.

You have zero jurisdiction...
and no back-up.

An impressive security force?
- Hmm. Absolutely, yes.

So, we've got the test results back.

Unfortunately, your miscarriage
wasn't by chance.

You have a condition called
Obstetric APAS.

That and the uterine scar tissue
build up from the D-and-C

puts you at extreme risk
for recurrent miscarriages.

What does that mean
for the future?

It means you may not ever be able
to carry a child to term.

There's IVF, surrogacy. Options
that I can talk to you through now,

or... at a later date...

Ms. Vanek.

I'm Sergei Derkach.

Let me be the first to welcome you.
- Nice to meet you.

I'm looking forward to [earning
more about setting up shop

in your beautiful country.

And there will be plenty of time
to discuss business.

But right now, you must try
our local Divin.

It's Like cognac. But don't tell
the French, far superior.

Noroc.
- Cheers.

Your guard is free to relax with his
colleagues in the smoking lounge.

I assure you, there is nowhere
safer than Within these walls.

Let me introduce you
to a friend of mine.

Is it good?
- Yes, it's delicious.

And of course, my bank has
very favorable arrangements

for our American customers.

Moving that kind of currency,
you must have

an impressive security force?
- Hmm. Absolutely, yes.

So, how did you set it up?

It's a private military company.
They can deploy rapidly.

They're cost-effective. You didn't
hear it from me but...

Night Watch.

"Night Watch"?

I hate to interrupt,
but there is someone

Ms. Vanek just has to meet.
- Oh, yes.

Excuse me.

Can't let that old fool
monopolize your time.

Mr. Jeffreys, CEO of Lanceman Auto.
Ms. Vanek of El Toro Steel.

Hello.
- Pleasure to meet a fellow expat.

Well, just in the scouting
stages right now.

It's an odd part of the world.
I mean, they still have minefields.

Really?
- Yes.

Well, then, I will tread carefully.
- You better.

I mean, this whole security gig,
It's okay.

But holding my lady's makeup bag
wasn't exactly what I had in mind

when I left the service, you know.

Yeah, no, it definitely beats, uh,
security in Burundi

during the elections, bru.

I work for Pandies. You know,
just one rough interrogation

nets more than six months
working for the cocoa farms.

Yeah, so you never sewed. right?
- No.

Well, I started out
on the blue Line.

The Lebanon border?
- Yeah.

Where?
- Zar'it. 2006. Barn Farm Brigade.

I had friends over there.
You can ignore those Clowns.

You should talk to my guys.

No.

And Why's that?

I'll get a finder's fee,
you'll keep the bragging rights.

And What's so good about your shop?

Couple of years back,
I was ambushed

in a remote corner
of the Helmand province.

A place even your Marines
are afraid to tread.

Yeah, I've been there.
I got no desire to go back.

So, you know. I'm laying down
cover fire, but I'm done for.

But then, out of nowhere,
a helicopter swoops in

and saves my ass.

Night Watch.

They're the last word in this thing
we do, if you're serious.

Yeah. There's no cell-service in
Helmand, so how'd they find you?

Here comes the good part.

Would you Like to dance?

Yes.

I never see you before tonight.

I just got into town.

Where are you from?
- The US.

And what do you think
of my country?

I think it's beautiful.

Not all of it. I promise.

Yana!

Hey.

An American with Wolfe's
training is a premium

in the Local PMC market.

Which one? Every PMC in the world
has a piece of this place.

Well, I've heard of a place
we should check out

when we're through here.
It's where all the mercs hang out.

Just remember why we're here.

EL Toro, this is Mr. Cosgrove.

Hey, so we found out about
a few of the majors in the area.

One's called the Pandies, and then
there's another one

called Night Watch.
- I'm into it.

Neither is ringing any bells,
but these places Change names

more often than P Diddy.

Yeah, I think that was a few
names back, Mr. Cosgrove.

Mr. Cosgrove Is a criminally uncool
soccer dad.

Give him a break, Sasha.

And how Is young Master Cosgrove
holding up?

Good. I told him you were
on a training exercise

And he still wants to know
that you're safe. Are you... safe?

Yeah. Uh, call me when the local
sales figures come in.

Okay, bye.

Don't let them write
your history for you.

Hey. I decided to come home
for lunch.

Alice?

You all right?

Uh, guys, when's the Lunch?

Now. Go wash your hands.

We can talk later.
- All right.

Everyone's talking about
you taking out Tyler Brandon Mills.

You're famous, Dad.

I was just doing my job.

Did you kill him with one shot?
- Or, did he keep running

and you had to pump him
full of bullets?

How many shots did he take?
Come on, Dad, tell me.

He died quickly.
- Did his blood get all over you?

Flynn.
- You're awesome. Dad.

He didn't stand a chance.

That's enough.

You need
to just let me eat... okay?

Just let me eat for Christ's sake

I'm done.

He's excited. He and his friends,
they admire you.

Look, I get it.
'Being forced to take a life.'

Maybe talking to a professional
could help?

I'm not one of your clients.

Well, maybe I wouldn't have
to play counselor

if you'd get some help instead
of repressing everything

under this Captain America facade.

You're not the only one
with problems.

You can't begin to understand.

Screw you, Nick!

If Rex Wolfe is in here,
these guys will know where he is.

Stay Close to me
and keep a low profile.

I recognize that voice.

Cal? Cal Isaac! It's really you.

Of all the gin joints In all
the world.

If it ain't my favorite square.

Holy shit!
Holt Thompson, you old...

That was for Yemen.

Now we're even.
- Okay.

Welcome to my joint. You are?

Sasha.
- Sasha. Holt.

First round's on me.
- Thank you.

Come on, idiot.

If you wanna see the downstairs
to your upstairs, Sasha,

you came to the right place.

So, what are the odds
that the two of you

would meet here of all places?

Guys Like us don't become
Walmart greeters when we retire.

If you wanna keep your hand
in the game at an elite level,

there's only few places to go.

Why Moldova?

Well, after it went sideways,

I knew a White picket fence
wasn't on the cards.

Did my time as PMC muscle.
- With who?

A place I thought I Left behind.

But they opened up a branch
right here in my corner of paradise.

Night Watch.

Yeah, I've heard good things.

If you like, uh, Big Brother
watching your every move,

24 hours a day. It wasn't for me.

Oh, wicked.

Oh, I am, believe me.

What does this do?

It was a chip.
They implant GPS trackers...

To monitor you on missions.

Access buildings,
charge your lunch tab.

I could use one of those.

You gotta give it back
when you split, though.

Along with your company car,
tape dispenser.

It's a small price to pay to get in
with a shot like that.

Well, don't worry, it's... I'm not
telling tales out of school.

Ms. Vanek knows I'm looking
for new challenges.

Not until you find a suitable
substitute though, right?

Thought you were looking
to go straight?

Leave the black-bag jobs
to creeps Like me.

Yeah, no, I tried civilian life,
had me climbing the walls.

You know how it is.

80, Night Watch, you got an in?
- Not for a minute.

I'm on the acquisition side
these days

You really want in, you gotta talk
to the big-time company men.

Excuse me.
- Yeah.

So much for keeping a low profile.

Yeah, well, he has no Idea
I'm Bureau.

He knows your real name.

Half the guys in here are working
under an alias.

And What if he looks into my cover?

I don't think it's your cover
that he's interested in.

I don't care what you think.
Focus on the job.

Mrs. Vanek?

So, What have you got?

I did some digging on Titias Tech,
they went bust about 5 years ago.

But their assets were picked up
by Night Watch.

Yeah, I've been hearing a lot
about them lately.

Australian security Intelligence
just sent me

a photo of Rex Wolfe
with the CEO of Titias.

That sounds Like a valuable asset.

We're conferencing in
one of his associates right now.

You have company?
- Uh-huh.

A mere?
- Yeah.

Buy you a drink?

Yeah. I'd like that.
- What's your pleasure?

Pappy's.

I'm Sasha.

Jacques.

Looks Like you Lost your date.

Shall we?
- Yes.

You need to savor it. Slowly.

No.
You take it In all at once.

Is that the French way
with bourbon?

It's my way... with everything.

What's a woman Like you doing
in this shit-hole?

What do you mean?
- I mean...

You're very sure of yourself.
aren't you?

Yeah. For good reason.

This is my security.

- Yeah.

Security is for little boys..
- I do a dirty job,

I like to balance it with, uh...
Well... better if I show you.

I'd Like that.

Dirty job, huh? What's so dirty
about an escort duty

for the Moldovan glitterati?

I don't babysit, pretty boy.

I was a guest at the palace.

Really? And I bet you've got
the chip to prove it.

You're Night Watch, right?

So do they pay a bonus
for TS/SCI?

What's TS/SCI, hmm?

Top-secret security Clearance.

And I have the highest possible.

I need, uh, some more privacy,
and, uh, stimulation.

Okay.
- Come.

Hey.

Hello?

No, no! Wait. I will...

What? Wait... Wait for What?
- Slow... Slow down.

Hold on! Hold on, hold on.
I don't like it. I don't like it.

Please, just... No!

Okay
- Okay?

Hey

You guys, you guys, let me borrow
your bike. I have money.

Here.
And your jacket, please.

Shit.

Hold on.

Are you hurt?
No. We're going to Night Watch.

You don't waste any time.

So. where would the monitoring
room be?

Their GPS and comms room
are gonna be hidden, and reinforced

I can't tell you where the room is,
but a guy as heavy

as your boy Jacques,
he'd have access for sure.

What if we kill the generator?

No, look... cameras. They'll have
a parallel power supply,

redundancy for all the important
stuff.

That's what I'm counting on.
- Hey. Byrne.

Damn it, Byrne.

Hi. I think I'm lost.

Okay, let's go.

Don't move. Turn around.
Come on, turn around. Focus.

Real-time GPS from those body
tracks uploads here.

Go Bod“!

Kick his ass!

Hey, focus! Come on.
Hurry up. Find Rex.

Hey!

Turn around.

He's thirty miles out. Let's go.

You fucked with the wrong people!

Hey! Damn it.

No, no...

What did the, uh...

What did the small guy have
as a side arm?

A Makarov pistol.

Makarov pistol, okay.

Makarov pistol

Are you blueprinting?

Yeah.

Good.

Come here.

I really needed to see you.
- Oh, likewise.

I gonna wanna give you the heads up
on a story I'm about to air.

Now, seriously?

It's about the mysterious death
of Tyler Brandon Mills.

Does the FBI really expect...
America to believe

Mills got out of an armed
convoy Without help?

Mm, I don't know.
What does Erika Lyle think?

I think you're full of shit.

So much smoke
and not a damn bit of fire.

I'm not Letting this go.
- Erica, come on. Baby...

Better you hear it
from someone who cares,

'Cause soon, every news agency

around the world will be beating
down your door.

So you say.

I interviewed a few security
consultants.

They all agreed.

Properly secured prisoner
transport vehicles

would have two armed guards.

Seems a little strange
Tyler Brandon Mills

had only one guard,
don't you think?

There was no second guard.
- Why not?

I don't know...
- You're hiding something, Derek.

So. now's the time to come clean.
On the record, or off.

But I am running my report.
- No.

Okay, well...

Wow.

I thought this was about more
than just you getting a scoop.

I'm a journalist for Christ's sake,
I'm doing my job.

And you know what else?
- What?

You wouldn't respect me
If I didn't.

Okay. There is nothing to be gained
by us working at cross purposes.

Two of us working together
would make more sense, right?

Meaning?
- Meaning, you drop the guard story

and I will get you
an even bigger exclusive.

Okay. I'm listening.

I'm listening.

Cal?
- What?

Cal! Listen.

It's probably rainwater runoff
from the storm.

Go. You got it?
- Yep.

I can't judge its depth.

We could be sucked
into the water from the plant.

Hey, bring them to me.

I'd rather take our Chances here.

I've got you!

It's Cal! It's me.

Stay with me!

Breathe In.
Four. three. two. one...

Breathe out.
Four. three. two. one.

You're good. Yeah.

I'm okay. Okay.
I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Thank you.

The current's getting stronger.
Hang on!

Hold your breath.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey.

Um, Emily missed
her last scheduled check-in.

I'm starting to get concerned.

Well, one missed check-in
does not an emergency make.

Come on, you know Emily
when she's on a lead.

She has tunnel-vision.

Yeah. I know, but that's
What worries me.

She thinks that Rex Wolfe is
working for Night Watch.

It... It's a very well
capitalized PMC.

Super shady.

You don't seem too concerned.

It's only been one day. And Cal
and Emily are two of the best, so...

Yeah, I know but...
-So, have some faith.

They know how to handle
themselves.

All right, Listen,
I'll put out some feelers,

see if there's been any chatter.

Uh, tipping off that we're dipping
our toes into Moldova, of course.

I appreciate that.

I got your back, Nick.
- Thanks.

And, uh, Listen, I'm gonna have
to ask you to reciprocate.

Uh... Yeah, sure.
What do you need?

Uh, are you familiar with,
um, Erika Lyle?

From Channel Six?
- Yeah, exactly.

Um, I scheduled you for a...
sit-down with her.

Just to amplify the official line
on the convoy.

You want me to go on TV
and repeat that Line of bullshit?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Alice?

I was just
on my way to the Birches.

I can't do this anymore.

Please, sit.

Things were better when I thought

that Nick and I could have
our own child,

but that's never gonna happen!

Slow down. What's going on?

I can't... I mean, we can keep
trying, but the odds are...

I'm so sorry to hear that.

I think my marriage
is falling apart.

The distance between us...

You have to stay the course...
for Flynn.

He needs you,
and now more than ever.

No one ever said it was going
to be easy.

But this is what you signed up for.

Don't you ever get tired of being
everyone else's support system?

This is the life we have chosen.

Maybe you should practice
self-care.

Find yourself a hobby...

a passion.
Something just for you.

Nick?

Come on in.

Have you heard from Byrne
or Isaac?

How're you doing?

They missed their scheduled
check-in time.

Not unheard of
for a mission like this.

Yeah, I know. but the last time
Emily and I spoke,

there was a tone in her voice.

Scared?

I don't know, maybe.

Everyone's probably right, I'm...
I'm just overreacting.

This has been an exceptionally
difficult time for you.

Being the poster boy
for the convoy-Lie.

You are just doing your job.

I don't remember this part
in the oath we took.

Our job is to keep America safe,

and allow her citizens
to sleep well at night.

I'd say the greater good
is being served.

Whether you believe it or not,

you're sewing your country
honorably.

Yeah.

It's cold.

Here, take this.

No.
- No, no, no, you're shivering.

Here.

Thank you.
Damn I'm cold.

Not me, huh. I'm wearing
my ugly alpaca sweater.

Smells Like a goat, but it's warm.

And I'm taking a big scoop
of matzo ball soup.

Oh, nice.
- Yeah.

How's that working for you?

I'm throwing a heavy horse blanket
over the sweater.

Yeah. Well...
I'm gonna go for the real thing.

You ready?
- Yeah,yeah.

Hey, come on.

It's running.
What do you wanna do?

Better to ask for forgiveness
than permission, right?