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Who are you?

I... I don't understand. Max said that you were dead.

Hey!

Who the fuck are you?

I'm Owen Hendricks. I'm a lawyer at the CIA.

Your mom is a... was an asset with the Agency,

which means you need to cut me loose.

No.

- It means I need to kill you. - No. No, no, no. Do not be stupid.

If we tell your friends in the Russian mafia

and Russian intelligence that your mom was a spy,

they'll think you were in on it with her, and they will kill you.

Oh, then I will need to bury you extra deep,

'cause you are the only one who knows who I really am.

Actually, Anderson, the DO works closely with the OGC on most operations.

I was personally respo--

Fuck.

- Amelia Salazar. - Hi.

This is Hannah Copeland.

Y-- You texted me secretly yesterday about Owen.

- He's been abducted! - I'm not sure what you think I can do.

Pull the fucking fire alarm.

Or I'll tell your boss you gave me classified intel that Owen was in Prague.

Let me

make a call.

I'm a little fucked, Anderson.

I'm sure that killing your mom has brought up some feelings,

but you cannot just kill me.

It's the CIA.

The second I signed on, they... they shoved six microchips up my ass.

Look. There is an SOG team on its way to rescue me.

If they were coming for you, they would be here by now.

GPS in the watch Max gave Owen shows he's in there somewhere.

REDCON1.

Move, move.

Four cars. Conservative estimate, two men per vehicle.

We're looking at at least eight enemy combatants.

Keep it stealth as long as possible.

If you get to Hendricks first, isolate him.

No one talks to him until I do.

Hey.

Max said the lawyer's a problem, so we may need to cauterize the wound.

You know, I'm, uh...

I'm feeling a little bit... lightheaded.

You can lie down in just a second.

Actually...

...I'm feeling better.

♪ Limit... ♪

♪ I ain't got no limit ♪

♪ You can't push me past my limit ♪

♪ Never lose 'cause I'm winning ♪

♪ No limit ♪

♪ Can't take that, sky's the limit Better watch every minute... ♪

♪ The greatness I have Yeah, I made that... ♪

♪ Never lose 'cause I'm winning ♪

♪ Work, stop, put in work ♪

Jesus, you have strong legs.

♪ No limit, hey... ♪

♪ Can't break my limit... ♪

Get off him.

Where's Max?

Dead... inside.

That's her daughter.

Daughter?

Hostiles are down. No casualties on our end.

Kill her or not?

Not.

Yet.

Yeah, I'm gonna need a little bit of help.

Maybe a hospital.

What are-- What are you doing?

Deciding whether I found you alive.

Let me help you. You definitely did.

And you're gonna win a fucking medal for saving me.

Right, and you're just gonna keep all those secrets Max told you about me

out of, what, the goodness of your heart?

I don't care about your ghost assets.

The money that you're stealing, I... I-- You know a lot of bad shit about me too.

Call it "mewbidly" assured destruction, right?

I expose you. You expose my Max stuff. You get me "disbarged."

"Disbarbed."

Disbarred.

Well, as fun as that sounds, I think it's gonna be safer for me

to just... wait a few minutes and let you bleed out.

Stupid.

You lost Max.

Your only hope of redemption is saving me.

Over here!

Mutually assured destruction it is.

Hey! I got Hendricks over here. We're gonna need a medic.

Hey, buddy.

You think too much. She likes you.

Easy for you to say. You were married by my age.

Times are different now.

Nonsense.

My husband was even more shy than you.

He had no idea I fell in love the moment I saw him.

Spent my nights wondering what was wrong with me

that he wasn't making a move.

My point is, Chin Sun might be thinking the same thing.

So ask her out.

- Or I'll do it for you. - You wouldn't.

I will!

What's that ahead?

Maybe an accident?

Back up.

Back up! Go!

Faster! Step on it!

Duri! Duri!

Duri! Stay with me! Duri!

Duri!

Duri!

Duri! Duri!

No.

Please.

Please.

I... I work for a South Korean NGO bringing food to our countrymen.

Get off me!

No!

Oh no! Oh no!

Hey. Relax. You're safe.

Hmm?

Define safe.

We got him.

No, I got him.

You go park the crazy Russian in darkness till we figure out what to do with her.

And clean her up. She looks like a horror movie.

What's the damage? How bad is it?

Well, the asset's dead, shot up half of Europe,

and... just pulled a lawyer out of a death pit.

I'd say things are less than optimal.

Okay, you can flip Nichka. Make her an asset instead of her mom.

Not a bad idea.

It might help.

I killed someone.

Dude, I am not a priest. Do not confess to me.

You're in the wrong business if you're looking for absolution.

- Mm. - Understand?

Yeah.

And just so I'm clear, do not confess to a priest either.

You are in the wrong department for killing people.

Is that

Hannah?

Yeah, the girl saved you, man.

She contacted Amelia

and got the whole rescue operation in motion.

Don't tell her about anything that just happened. Nothing.

For her sake.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I... I will be. You saved me.

Yeah, I've had a lot of practice.

You need to quit, Owen.

I know.

I know. I'm going to. It's just, it's... complicated.

So what?

How many deep ends are you gonna dive into without thinking?

All of 'em.

This time is different.

People died.

Yeah.

And you were almost one of them.

- You need to walk away. - 100%.

But if I walk away now, then I am gonna be blamed for everything.

No.

If you don't walk away now,

then you're just gonna find another way to get sucked back in, and...

I can't do that again.

- Hannah. - No.

I'm moving out.

When you get back to DC...

I'll be gone.

I don't understand. You lost the asset but saved the lawyer?

Yes, sir. I'm preparing a full after-action report.

Why are you talking? This was your op, and you shit the bed.

Sir, the asset lied to us.

Because that's what assets do.

And only a moron trusts them.

Take a walk, Gilbane.

And start a clear broth diet,

because the CEG is about to crawl up in there.

Sir, it's... not all bad news.

The dead asset's daughter was an enforcer for the Russian mob.

Like Max, she has ties to Russian intelligence.

- You wanna turn her? - Not me, personally.

Forget that. No, you already sold your soul back to me.

You're gonna take over Dawn's job in Warsaw.

I want this girl vetted and in the field ASAP.

Yes, sir.

If you're committed to this path,

then I'm gonna attach one of my people to Lester's hip.

So when subpoenas start flying, we're protected legally.

Um... sir, it should be me.

I'm already read in on several key elements.

Great. We're in business.

And I expect results.

Quickly.

- You so owe me. - For sure.

But, hey, look at the bright side.

We'll be 4,000 miles away when the shit lands on Hendricks.

Hey, ocupado!

Hey!

What are you--

W-- We're not supposed to talk.

We got one minute to come up with a game plan

so they can't hang this around our necks.

Okay, well, we don't need a whole minute, obviously.

We just blame Max.

Blame the dead girl.

Not the most original idea.

Okay, then throw the dead guy in there too.

They were in it together.

So Max...

...and Xander were engaged in a criminal conspiracy,

and they kept us in the dark about everything.

And how could I be expected to execute a successful mission plan

when one of our own was actively conspiring against the Agency?

Works all day.

Are you gonna try to kill me again?

I didn't try and kill you.

I just briefly didn't try and save you.

But...

- Yeah? - Make no mistake.

Your life will end painfully if you turn on me.

Yeah. Yeah, I got it.

Fucking psychopath.

Jesus! Ah!

That was a fascinating conversation.

Talk about a criminal conspiracy.

- I'm leaving. Thank you. - You are naked.

And I have kompromat.

Your deal with the small woman.

So what happens to me now?

Um...

I mean, that's... that's up to your new handler.

But I would imagine that they'll make you an asset.

Fuck that.

Well, it beats them telling Russia that you're compromised.

Plus, you'll get paid.

How much?

Uh, depends on the intel you provide.

A chatty FSB secretary's a couple of hundred.

Nuclear secrets add a bunch of zeros.

If you have intel on General Kuznetsov, you'll definitely see their O-face.

- Negative. Other stall? - I don't see her.

Uh, yeah, okay, I'm gonna have to sell you out now.

- Yo! She's in here! - Men's room!

Okay, no need for drama.

I lied.

A little drama is always good.

♪ Bitch, I'm stylish, Glock tucked Big T-shirt, Billie Eilish ♪

♪ Watch on my wrist But I want that in diamonds ♪

♪ Niggas talkin' crazy When I pull up, it's silent ♪

♪ Mile high, run that shit back Bitch, I'm stylish ♪

♪ Glock tucked Big T-shirt, Billie Eilish ♪

♪ Watch on my wrist But I want that in diamonds ♪

♪ Niggas talkin' crazy When I pull up, it's silent ♪

♪ Mile high Fuck a first-class, I'm the pilot ♪

♪ Put it in perspective ♪

♪ Billie Eilish ♪

♪ Watch on my wrist But I want that in diamonds ♪

♪ Niggas talkin' crazy When I pull up, it's silent ♪

♪ Mile high Fuck a first-class, I'm the pilot ♪

Sir.

Do you, uh, have a minute?

You wanna know what happens next.

Well... yeah.

In the short term, nothing.

Because CEG will be investigating the failed op.

And like any investigation,

they'll wait until the end to talk to the target, i.e. me.

Exactly.

Sir, I almost died

three times, trying to do the job I was tasked with.

So you're planning to blame me?

What? No, not at all.

- You think I'm stupid, Hendricks? - No, sir.

You've been a wild card from the moment you started.

And though I appreciate your enthusiasm and ability to get shit done,

you make me nervous.

You seem to always need to be the hero.

But you're not a hero.

You're a lawyer.

- Sir-- - No, let me finish.

Maybe you're telling the truth, and none of this nightmare was your fault.

But maybe not.

Until I and the Agency are sure which it is,

you're being benched.

From this moment on,

you will sit in your office all day, every day.

You will not do any work, make any calls, send any emails.

You will simply sit on your hands and count dust bunnies

until we untangle this mess you've created.

Am I clear?

Yes, sir.

But I'm really not designed for stasis, sir.

If I'm vertical, I really need to be doing something.

You will be.

You'll be sitting... in your office.

Now go there and do that.

Yes, I have them right here.

Uh-huh.

The voice printouts. And what else did you need, sir?

Hey!

Hi, Amelia!

Amelia.

I feel like you're avoiding me.

Oh, I am. Everybody is.

You've been rubber-roomed pending a counterespionage investigation.

Anyone connected to you is a potential criminal target.

Any idea how long the investigation is gonna take?

Forever.

It is in nobody's best interest to clear you.

Can I ask you an honest question?

You can ask.

If the op was a success,

would people actually care about what went wrong?

Of course not.

The only way to stay out of trouble here is to win.

I'm guessing that's also the only way to get out of a... rubber room.

Sure. But it is catch-22.

Because you can't get a win when you've been rubber-roomed.

What, so I'm trapped in this job in limbo forever, with the...

the constant threat of being blamed for a national security disaster

hanging over my head?

Yes.

You have been very unhelpful.

Sorry.

You were going the other way.

♪ Man, I'm so sick of this 9-to-5 ♪

♪ Tell me, what's a brutha gon' do In the world when he tryin' to thrive? ♪

♪ I'm dyin' to survive Stayin' alive is killing me... ♪

♪ I thought I loved you As much as I could ♪

♪ My love was wrong, I was misunderstood ♪

♪ All along I was so immature, yeah... ♪

♪ If I put my mind to it, lil' buddy You know I'mma do it all the way ♪

♪ Roaches hate, I'm makin' moves I listen 'bout as much as I can tolerate ♪

♪ From here on out, we cuttin' out ♪

♪ The people who don't contribute to winning ♪

♪ Winning, winning ♪

♪ Raise your glass to everybody Who was here from the fuckin' beginning ♪

- ♪ Beginning ♪ - ♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ You talkin' 'bout toast I'm talkin' 'bout bread ♪

♪ You talkin' 'bout gross I'm talkin' 'bout net ♪

♪ You hold the false hopes... ♪

Hi. Hey.

Thanks.

Although, technically, you know, I'm not supposed to be getting mail right now.

"No work for Owen."

Whoa. Hey. Hold on. Wait. Th--

This isn't even for me.

This is office 309?

Uh, yeah, but I'm not

"Bill Bemus."

Not my problem.

Hey, buddy.

No. Fuck all the way off. You are the kiss of death.

No, do not come into my office!

- Fine. I'll talk to you from out here. - That's not--

Did you know the guy who used to have my office?

Bemus? He retired. Why? N-- No, no, never mind.

- I don't wanna know. - I got mail that was meant for him.

It's a cryptic message from Korea with a really weird digraph.

And a handwritten note that feels pretty threatening.

You know where I can get his number?

You can't. He's dead.

I thought you said he retired.

He did. Then he died.

- Of what? - Heart disease.

He was old. Been here since Eisenhower.

What do I do with the letter?

Well, I think in a situation that's sensitive like this,

you might wanna consider

jamming it up your ass or maybe slitting your throat with it.

I don't care. Just don't do it near me.

Fuck off.

Excuse me.

Hi. Remember me?

- Maybe. - All right.

Well, I got something new for you to look up.

You know, there are other people you could go to.

Yeah, I know. I just thought that we really bonded last time, so...

What is it?

Here.

It's a nonsense digraph. The country code "RQ" doesn't exist.

Hmm. Oh.

All right. Can you run it anyway, please?

Why?

Because thoroughness is the first thing they teach you in law school.

Covering your ass is the first thing they teach you here.

It'll take two seconds.

I'll go bother someone else next time.

Deal.

- On the ground! - What... what the fuck?

- Do it now! - Whoa. Hey, relax.

All right. I--

Stop resisting.

I told you... to stay in your office.

Yes, sir.

It wasn't a complicated instruction. There was no math involved.

Yes, sir. But then I... I got that letter and, um--

You don't get mail. I made sure of that.

Technically, it, um... it belonged to my predecessor.

Then why the fuck did you open it?

'Cause I got bored.

That's gonna be etched on your tombstone.

Yeah, no doubt.

So what did I step in?

What Korean operation does that digraph refer to?

One so secret, they hid its very existence behind a fake country code.

All I could get from the director was that it needs to be handled fast

and kept secret at all cost.

Well, that letter is definitely graymail.

The number written on it

is a latitude-longitude position for Paradox Hotel in Seoul.

That's where Agency personnel stay when they're in-country.

Sir, let me go there, chase down our graymailer.

Why the crusty fuck would I do that?

Because I know Seoul.

My dad was stationed in Korea for two years.

But more importantly, I'm already radioactive.

Who better to send into Fukushima

than the guy who just walked out of Chernobyl?

If I somehow save the day, I get un-rubber-roomed.

But if I fail,

you don't get blamed.

What's the over-under on Owen quitting?

Six days. Pot's up to 1,200.

I'm in for 100 at three days.

Mm-hmm.

It's Nyland.

Well, better you than me.

Yes, sir.

I'm looking at him right now.

No, no, no, no. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Yes, sir?

Oh no.

No.

Oh yes.

Yes.

Hendricks has catapulted face-first

into an even more problematic graymail situation.

He needs adult supervision.

So,

I'm sending you to Korea with him.

Sir, I wish I could go,

but my cat is really sick.

You don't own a cat.

I'm in the process of adopting.

You're going to Korea.

Yes, sir.

What do we tell Seoul Station?

Nothing.

Say you're looking into an HR matter.

That'll give you an excuse to dig through any files you want.

Nail down who has knowledge of RQSwallow.

Find out the identity of our graymailer.

That's assuming that it's coming from someone at the Agency.

The... the graymail refers to a joint op,

so it could just as easily have been somebody at the NIS.

I am loath to admit it, but he's right.

Until you have more information, play it close to the vest.

Everyone's a suspect.

Yes, sir.

Thank you for believing in me.

- Listen, I-- - Shut up.

I think this could be really good for us.

Hello?

You told me I would make money, but all they've done is vet me.

I'm hanging up.

Okay, but know this.

If I don't start getting paid, I start spilling your secrets.

- Do not do that. - Then you tell them to pay me.

I have to go now. Lev's people are mad at me for Prague.

Okay, but--

I need my hands free in case they come looking for me.

Are you on a fucking dating app?

It's not a...

Don't worry about it.

Oh, I'm gonna worry,

because you kidnapped me into your suicide circus.

So I want total transparency,

because I intend on getting out of this in one piece.

My dad was stationed in Seoul when I was a kid.

Yoo Jin was my... BFF. She was my first kiss.

She was the only person there for me when my dad got blown up.

That's a beautiful story.

If you think about her again while we're in Korea,

I'll push you in front of a fucking train.

You understand?

You know you have anger issues, right?

I have everything issues.

All right. You wanna give me a lay of the land?

What are we walking into when we land in Seoul?

Well, Owen, Korea is an ally.

We work closely with them

to make sure we can keep NK and China in line.

But we still spy on each other like maniacs.

So you better be on your best behavior at all times.

No problem.

We're so fucked.

Welcome to Seoul.

Please do not be alarmed,

but there will be a slight delay in deplaning.

We have a small security issue.

Um... are they coming for us?

Yep. Anytime there's a last-minute rush job on country clearance,

it sets off alarms.

Oh shi...

Howdy.

- Mr. Ferber? - Mm-hmm.

I'm Grace Cho with the NIS.

Ah, thank you for getting us off the plane before first class,

but, uh, there really was no need.

That's for me to decide. Come with me, please.

No. Just him.

Your assistant can wait out here.

- Oh, I'm not his-- - Yep.

I'm not his assistant.

I'm not sure what the issue is.

We went through the proper channels, got the appropriate clearances.

We just want to understand

what the purpose of your last-minute visit to Korea is.

Not a problem.

I'm more than happy to reveal internal CIA activities,

as long as you don't mind giving me dirt on the NIS.

There's no reason to be an asshole.

Well, there's always a reason.

But you're the one out of line here.

Since you refuse to answer my questions,

I may have to deny your entry into the country.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

The provisions of the Mutual Defense Treaty of 1953

gives us a right to be here.

And the optics would be terrible.

- So can we go now? - No.

Sit down.

Oh. Do you mind if I sit?

Knock yourself out.

Thank you.

Yeah, it's gonna be a while.

Officer Cho is very thorough.

She won't let your boss go until she's... satisfied.

He's not my boss.

Oh, I'm... sorry.

I assumed since he's in there and you're out here...

No worries.

So, uh...

what do you do?

Oh.

- I'm a clerk. - Oh yeah?

- Mm-hmm. - You like it?

Yes, I, uh, do.

I've always been organized, ever since I was a child.

My...

...my wife calls me... "anus."

"Anal." Right?

It-- It means you obsess over the details.

Exactly.

So have you ever been to Seoul before?

Wasn't in my file?

- Excuse me? What-- - No, no, no, no, that's all right.

I actually appreciate the rope-a-dope.

The "rope-a-dope"?

Oh, come on.

You didn't bat an eye when I said "knock yourself out."

That's a fairly obscure English idiom,

which means you got the whole "anal-anus" thing wrong on purpose.

Plus, you weren't surprised

when I wolfed down boiled intestine on a stick,

because you knew that I'd be familiar with sundae from my time here as a kid.

I'm sorry to disagree,

but... I recognized the phrase from American films,

and I figured

if you were hungry, you would eat.

Nice try, but then there's your belt.

It's frayed at your right hip,

because you normally have a gun holster clipped there.

Which you obviously took off

before you came over here pretending to be an office clerk

so that you could interrogate me through duplicity.

Very good.

I knew you weren't an assistant.

Or a lawyer.

No, I am... definitely a lawyer.

Yeah, a busy one, according to your passport records.

- Yemen. Vienna. - What can I say?

I'm a... I'm a troubleshooter for people who get into trouble professionally.

And what "trouble" are you in Korea to shoot?

Just a HR complaint.

A nasty one.

Can I have more sundae?

Knock yourself out.

Man... this place has really changed.

You know we're being followed, right?

Oh yeah.

The NIS is in the paranoia business.

They are not buying our cover story.

I wouldn't either.

...bring the free end under the first loop

and back through the third loop.

Then tighten gently...

Hey. Key to your room.

- Separate rooms? - Yeah.

You may have literally dragged me across the globe, but I have needs.

And those needs are my own bathtub,

my own robe... and some me time.

Shouldn't we be on the lookout for our graymailer?

- They're the reason we're in this hotel. - Oh yeah. Great idea.

Why don't you take the first shift and wake me up in the morning?

Oh.

That's good.

I love bed.

Good evening, Mr. Hendricks. How can I assist you?

Hi. Yeah.

Um, there was an envelope in my room when I got here.

Do you know who dropped it off?

No, sir. Is there a problem?

Nope. Thank you.

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic...

Yo!

Tch-tch!

I know I'm breaking the fourth wall here. I thought you'd probably be hungry, so...

Bibimbap and kimchi.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Honestly, I feel bad they got you out here watching us.

We're seriously just in Seoul doing boring legal work out of the embassy, so...

It's my job. And my boss is very demanding.

I hope she didn't give your colleague too hard of a time.

Ah, it's nothing he couldn't handle.

Is that maedeup?

Very good.

Yes, uh, my wife taught me. She's an expert. I'm still just a novice.

Yeah, I had a friend when I was a kid who did it, so...

She was the real novice compared to what you got going on over there though.

Anyway, I'm gonna let you get back to it.

And, uh, the jet lag is just catching up to me,

so I'm gonna hit the sheets.

- Good night. - Good night.

Oh, and, uh... thank you for the bibimbap and kimchi.

Here.

I'll just be a second.

Hey, come on.

Cheers!

Whoo!

One more shot!

- One more shot! - One more shot!

Ah.

Owen?

Hi.

Uh, how are you?

You look... you look great.

I look like the end of a long day.

What are you doing here?

Um...

I'm not really sure.

Oh.

I haven't seen you in a decade, and now I find you lurking outside my job?

- This is-- - Weird, I know. It's super weird.

Uh, but no, I promise you, it's not like in a...

like in a bad, weird kinda way.

I-- I-- I came here to... to see you.

- So why didn't you just come inside? - Because I can't... I can't stay.

I have to be somewhere for... work.

Um--

Look, I guess I just... I... I came here to say, um...

you saved me.

When my dad died.

And I was just a kid, right? I was way too young to understand, um...

And then I was gone, and I just... I don't know.

I was in town, and I just... I wanted to say

thank you.

Um...

You really do look great.

All right, relax.

Yo.

You called me. Why?

Something was waiting for me in my hotel room.

What do you mean "something"?

- Wait. Where are you? - A nightclub.

Got a note from our secret friend trying to set a meet.

You asshole. That's not a meet. It's a test.

To see how you'd react.

A lawyer would proceed with caution, go through official channels,

but you just ran into danger like the thrill-seeking monkey you are.

Listen, asshole, you might be right, but I need you to tone down the attitude.

All right? This is beyond time-sensitive.

And unlike you, I don't hide when the stakes get high.

I get shit done. And I...

Somebody's watching me.

It's a woman.

I'm gonna go talk to her. I'll see you back at the hotel.

Great. I'll be drunk.

Mm-mm-mm. Mm!

You better be in a cab on the way back here.

The NIS guy is here. Jang Kyun.

You are all the way to an idiot.

If he sees you, the NIS will know we're up to something.

If the graymailer sees him, they'll think you've betrayed them

and release our secrets.

Get the fuck out of there now!

Shit.

Sorry.

Sorry.

It's cool.

We're even. Hey, we're even.

Oh.

Thanks for the assist.

We have to go.

Let's go! Let's go!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Shit!

Shit. I'm sorry. I--

- Get in the car. - Ah! Ah!

Fuck!

Fuck!

That was insane!

Dude, you are a badass! How did you even find me? I don't even--

Ah!

Shit.

You're the graymailer.

Fuck.