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- Three days ago,
an Ohio-class submarine

on patrol in the Atlantic
went dark for 123 seconds.

No communication,
no navigation.

When it came back online,
its course had been altered.

When we combed
the sub's systems,

we found code
that didn't belong there.

- You mean
someone took control

of one of our
nuclear submarines remotely?

- This was a world-class hack.

Turns out
the person responsible

was a 16-year-old
American girl.

- Dad, I'm--I'm really sorry.

I didn't mean for things
to get this out of hand.

- It's okay. It's okay.

There's nothing
to worry about.

All we have to do
is get to the base,

and they'll sort it out.

- Okay.
- All right, grab your bag.

- CIA located the girl
in Adana, Turkey.

Turns out her father
is an IT contractor

at Incirlik Air Base.

We don't believe that the girl
had malicious intent.

However, her abilities
in the wrong hands

pose a grave threat.

We need to bring her home
immediately.

- Copy that.

- Dad, if we have
nothing to worry about,

then why are you
in such a rush?

Dad?
- It's just old wiring.

Dad, what's going on?
- Come on. Come on.

Shh, shh.

- Dad--
- Go back to the apartment.

Dad, what's going on?
- Go, now, now!

Verina, wait.

Listen to me. I want you
to go out the window,

down the drain, like you do
when you sneak out to see Esma.

- I do. I don't care.

Go. Go.

Run.

Run!

- All right, Command,
power's out.

Doesn't seem like an accident.

Okay, Preach, Amir,
you guys stay here

and watch for squirters.
Jaz, McG, you're with me.

- I don't like this.

- You think someone
got here first?

- Better hope not.

Command, I got evidence
of a break-in.

- Okay, that's not good.

- Preach, Amir, I want you
to lock down that lobby.

Nobody leaves this building.

All right, we got blood
on the floor, fresh tracks.

- Top, upstairs hallway.

Two in the chest,
one in the head.

- All right, Command,
father's dead.

Got a professional hit.

There's no sign
of the daughter.

You two sweep this place
quick, all right?

I want to be out of here

before the authorities
catch wind of this.

- All right, copy.
- Copy.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, listen.

All right, let's line
everybody up here.

Let's see what we got, come on.

Sir, against the wall,
let's go.

Line 'em up.

- Upstairs sliding door's
unlocked.

The girl could have
climbed down using the drain.

- All right, Command,
you hear that?

- Pulling up
local CCTV footage now.

If she fled on foot, we'll see
her in one of these cameras.

- Hey, my man,
you speak English?

You don't know.
All right, what's your name?

- Firat.
- Firat.

Okay, do you live here
in this building, Firat?

- Yeah.

- No.
- All right, do me a favor.

Turn around.

All right.

Preach!

Got a gun.

That's a pretty high-end Glock
you got there, no?

- It's not mine, I swear.
I never seen it before.

- Well, missing a few rounds.
- The gun's not mine.

- All right, Command,
I've got a Firat Evgin.

- 23--
- Evgin!

- 23, Turkish national.

Says he lives across town.

- Dalton, Firat Evgin
has a record,

but it looks like
it's mostly robberies.

Not exactly the résumé

of a guy you'd send
to do a job like this.

- Top, we have a problem here.

Looks like he's having
some attack or something.

- Okay. Okay, all right.

All right, McG,
are you on your way down here?

- I don't have time
to wait on McGuire.

Just cut him loose, Amir.
Get him out of here.

- Sir, you can go.
- Don't do that.

Let me see that man's face.

- Hey!

Get back here.

Right over here.

- You know, I could have
actually been dying.

- Dalton, you need
to button that man up,

and I mean airtight.

No one can know
that you found him.

I will be wheels up
and en route to you

within the hour.

What about the girl?

- This man is more dangerous
than the girl.

The man you're looking at
is Alex Hoffman,

decorated field officer
gone rogue.

Guilty of more crimes
than I can count

and dead
for the last nine years.

Or so I thought.

- Hello, P.

- Betts never recorded me.

It's why I liked him.

It's why I trusted him.

- Betts got fired.

And I do like recording
these conversations.

- You want a record
of our sins?

- I want a record
of our success.

Okay, the real reason--
the real reason I like recording

is because no matter
how good my handwriting is,

sometimes details get missed.

- Sounds like you need to go
to secretarial school.

- I'm not talking
about words or names.

I'm talking about inflections.
I'm talking about pauses.

I'm talking about
all the ways an agent like you

communicates things
you aren't even aware you know.

- Listen, I'm not some kid
fresh out of the farm.

- And I'm not some
second-tier handler.

You're good, Alex.
From everything I've read,

you're pretty much
the most effective operative

we have out there.

Which means you act
on your instinct

as much as your intellect.

You're a born liar.

And a master manipulator.
- Now you're just being nice.

- You're also
your own worst enemy.

I read over Betts' notes.

I found ten connections
he missed.

I wasn't even trying.

- Yeah, well, no wonder
old Betts got fired.

- My point is,
the way you tell me things

could be as important
as the information itself.

Let's say you pause
in the middle of a sentence.

Could be you're searching
for a detail,

or it could be
your subconscious

trying to convey
something to me

that even you
can't put your fingers on.

- You gonna be my handler
or my shrink?

- Both.

And more.

I'm your partner.
I'm your protector.

I'm your parent...

and your priest.

- Yeah.

They said you were good.

Smart, ambitious.

Keep me on my toes
and make me better.

Yeah, I think
this is gonna work.

- Good.

Me too.

- What we do
goes on the record.

How we do it
goes on at my discretion.

One minute, we're on the hunt
for a misguided kid.

The next, we're smuggling
someone onto our base.

If you can't tell us, do you
at least know what's going on?

- No, I don't,
but I'm gonna find out.

So in the meantime, you guys
take the first watch outside.

Remember, nobody comes in here
unless I say so.

- Right here.

- See what you got in here.

Okay.

- Two Glock 19s,
extended mags,

bunch of passports,
foreign currency.

- Kenya, Iran, South Africa,
Uganda, Germany.

This guy's no Boy Scout.

- Oh, you mean besides

being completely
in the dark?

Yeah, we got him
stashed at base.

Nobody saw us bring him in.

- You're gonna have
to trust me

that the less you know
about Hoffman, the better.

- Okay, but what about
the girl?

Clearly, this is no coincidence
that he was there.

- No, I don't think it is,

which is why
I wanted him buttoned up.

- So then
should we lean on him?

- Waste of time.
He's trained.

- Yeah, but so are we.
- Damn it, Adam.

You keep one eye on Hoffman,
and otherwise do not engage.

Noah and Hannah are working
on finding Verina.

Interface with them.

Bringing her home safely

is still a matter
of national security.

- Okay, so then at least
let me know who this guy is.

- He is...

radioactive.

And his being alive...

When the dust settles, I don't
want you among the ruins.

- All right, Preach, McG.
- Yeah.

- Want you
to clean out this cage.

All right, Noah, Hannah,
go to private channel.

- Go ahead, Captain.

- Hey, did, uh--has Patricia
said anything to you?

- No. She just asked us
to keep quiet about what we saw,

stay focused on finding Verina.

Do you think
she's in trouble?

- I don't know.

- I could call
my friends at Langley,

have them do some digging.

- No, I got a guy here

who knows his way
around a computer.

I'll let him do the digging.

You guys just focus
on finding Verina.

- Roger that.

- I can help you find her.

Seriously, Adam,
you don't want to gag me again.

That's not the right play.

That's good.
You didn't take the bait,

ask me how I know
your names--

all your names,
for that matter.

Right, Zeke?

- I'm serious about Verina.

You're looking at it all wrong.

You're looking at it
like a hero.

You're acting like you need
to save her. You don't.

You need to do your job,
Captain.

Is that right?
Can you help me do that?

Help me do my job?
Why should I listen to you?

- Because I'm good.
- Mm.

- Good enough
to fake my own death.

Good enough that Patricia's
rushing here to deal with me.

You're acting like your mission
is to save the girl.

It's not.
The girl's meaningless.

Your mission is to find
the code, the hack.

- Hackers are just like
the rest of us.

They back things up.

Not online but on air-gapped
computers and thumb drives.

That's what I was looking for

when you all rode in
on your white horses.

- So you're not denying that
you killed the girl's father?

- I'm telling you to go
to the apartment,

search and find the code,
protect your country.

That's your job, right?

Protect your country
at all costs?

Or am I dealing with
a bunch of Boy Scouts?

This is incredible!

It's incredible.
You know that, right?

I think it's too salty.

- Seriously.
The DS can use this intel

to make a much harder
stance in the region.

I mean, we are talking
about global impact.

- Well, even a blind squirrel

finds an acorn
every now and then.

All right, how did you
get the information?

- Don't know why
I didn't come

- That's unusual...

you asking me how.

You don't trust me?

- I'm asking
'cause I'm impressed.

- * Wished that I
could fly away *

- Alex.
- No, I'm serious.

You're a single mother.
You do this job.

Can't exactly
tell anyone about it.

You're smarter
than any man you ever met.

God knows they love that.

- As you were saying
about the information?

- Uh...

the minister of defense
has a weakness.

- Woman.

His wife. Worships her,
tells her everything.

Strangest power dynamic
I've ever seen.

Anyway, she's his weakness.

Antiques are hers.

So I recruited the best
antique dealer in Beijing.

And I taught him
how to ask without asking.

- Hmm.

- And voilà.

Joint chiefs get a peek
behind the Chinese curtain.

- Hmm.

If the dealer flips?

- I don't deal
with him directly.

It's all through cutouts.

So if he gets caught
or grows a conscience,

it's him that'll be killed,
not me.

- Omelet, eggs.

- Hmm.

- No.

He knows what he's doing.

- I've been waiting
for someone like you.

Like a partner, a real partner.

Someone who gets
what it's like,

who understands
how many lives are at stake.

With me in the field
and you in D.C., it's--

I can make you a star, P.

- I already am a star, Alex.

- * Something has
to make you run *

- I do get lonely.

- I don't know why
I didn't come

I feel as empty as a drum

I don't know why
I didn't come

We are fellow travelers.

- * I don't know why
I didn't come *

- Have you ever seen
a file that redacted?

- No.
No, they only do this

when they want to pretend
like you never existed

but you've done too much damage
for them to get away with that.

- Do you believe

that if someone repents

at the last moment
of his life

that all his sins
are forgiven?

- I do.

I also think if you wait around
for the end of your life,

you're kinda missing
the point entirely.

One atones here in the present
to enjoy a better future...

here.

Now, contrary
to popular belief,

scripture's not a how-to
for getting into

some kind of promised land
in the afterlife.

It's a how-to for living here
more abundantly.

- I like it.

It's good you have a family.

Men like you
should have a family.

You rotate home soon, right?

At your age, hmm,
next year may be your last.

Wait.

Isn't there a superstition
about that,

about not talking about the fact
that you're near the end?

Oops, I just broke it.

- There's a superstition
for just about everything

under the sun.

Luckily, I'm not superstitious.
- I am.

I'm afraid
I doomed you now, Preach.

- Okay, we're outside
Verina's place.

We're getting ready
to send Amir in here.

And remember
to give us a heads-up

if real Army CID shows up.

It's one thing to be spoofing
our own people.

It'll be ten times worse
to get caught doing it.

- Will do, Dalton.

Amir, can you give us
a broadcast test, please?

Okay, looks like we're working.

Amir, proceed
at your discretion.

- Good luck.

- Richard Hedison,
Army CID.

Victim was doing
some IT work for us.

We have to do our own
proprietary sweep.

- I was wondering
when you would show up.

- We're here now.

- Hmm. Yeah, he is.

I just hope there's something
in there for him to find.

- Salaam.

- Whoever this Hoffman guy is,

he's got Patricia spooked
like I've never seen.

- In the apartment,
searching Verina's alcove.

- All right, Amir,
we have a limited window

to locate Verina's code.

Send back as much as you can.

Try to keep a low profile.

- There's way too many
people here.

This uniform is like
a flashing neon sign.

- And it's about to get
a hell of a lot brighter

'cause you got
real Army CID en route,

and they are
three minutes out.

- Yeah, but I haven't
found anything yet.

- Okay, Amir, you got
to get out of there.

We don't want this
blowing back on us.

- I'm looking at one of those
Chinese puzzle boxes.

Perfect hiding spot?
- No, negative.

Amir, in case you forgot,
there's only one way in

and there's one way out, which
means if the realies show up,

then you got to walk
right past them.

- Hannah,
tell me what you see.

- Hold on. Hold on.
Amir, you're right.

There is something inside.

There must be
a hidden compartment.

- Don't suppose your gadget
can tell me how to open this.

- Army CID pulling up,
two o'clock.

- Amir, we're running
out of time here.

You need to solve that puzzle.

- Got it.

I don't know what everyone
was worried about.

I'm coming out.

- That thing
better be worth it.

- It's not the hack.

It's her diary.

- You got to be kidding me.

- Just your typical
teenage diary.

Music, crushes,
that sort of thing.

No bits of source code
or programming notes.

- Not the secrets
we're looking for.

It's got to be there, though.

- I don't want
to sound negative,

but we're not gonna get
very far stopping a hack

with some teenager's diary.

- No, but we might
find the teenager.

There's a lot of mentions
in this dairy

about a girlfriend, Esma.

How Verina felt guilty
about hiding her from her dad.

- Yeah, but no record of calls

to an Esma
from Verina's cell phone.

And no mention of an Esma
anywhere in our write-up of her.

- Well, if Verina is trying
to hide this girl from her dad,

then she might have
another phone or even a burner.

- Kids, they grow up
so fast these days.

- Got her!
Esma Reis, 17.

Lives in the north section
of Adana.

Social media brings up Verina
with facial recognition.

- I got a ping
on Esma's cell.

Nine miles east of you
on the outskirts of the city.

I'm sending coordinates now.

- Okay, well, we're gonna
be dealing with

a terrified kid here,
so, Jaz, McG, you're with me.

Amir, you stay here,
keep an eye on our friend.

He does anything
you don't like,

make sure you shoot him
somewhere that isn't vital.

- Adam, I think you're
forgetting something

really important.

Like a "thank you, partner"!

- You're always so blunt, P.

- They don't ask.

With the quality of information
we're giving them,

I think their attitude is
"don't rock the boat."

- Hmm.

It's too bad, in a way,
that we have to keep it secret.

- What makes you think
something's wrong?

- You're being sentimental,
for starters.

- Last week in Jakarta--

- Let me get the tape.
- No, just don't. Don't. Don't.

- Okay.

- Last week in Jakarta, I had
to kill this young BIN agent

who was trying to kill me.

- I'm telling you now.

You don't have
anything to worry about.

There's no exposure.

Disappearing people in the rest
of the world is easy, you know.

And he wasn't the first.
He won't be the last.

Thing is...

he nearly killed me.

You know what they say
about your life

flashing before your eyes?

That didn't happen.

- Instead I saw flashes of...

things that would never be.

Like meeting your son.

- Well, we've talked
about having a...

normal life
somewhere down the road.

- P, I don't want to...

I don't want to grill steaks
in the backyard

and talk about ball games.

I want to do what I do.

And see you.

- We should get it on tape,
just in case.

- Just in case.

- Director Campbell,
we've started our descent

into Incirlik.

We'll have you
on the ground shortly.

Did you get recruited
by the agency?

Well, I know
that's not Preach's rug.

And it's certainly
not that firecracker

who seems to be in denial about
who she is and what she wants.

Yeah, I got recruited too.

They told me it was because
I had a facility for language.

But I suspect it had something
to do with a certain...

moral flexibility.

- I don't share
your moral flexibility.

You're an inside man.

Probably been undercover
in a dozen terrorist cells?

How many times
you just stood there,

watched a woman being beaten?

How many times
you just walk by

when you saw
innocent people being tortured,

you never so much
as made eye contact?

- What are you hoping
to accomplish?

You think by playing
some mind games,

you're gonna compete
with what I've endured?

Or by appealing
to our similarities,

what, you're gonna
win yourself a favor

or the benefit
of the doubt?

You have no idea who I am
or what I've been through.

- Someone once told me
that the most important details

are not in what a man says
but in how he says it.

A pause, an inflection.

You just told me a lot.

- Dalton, we're tracking
Esma's phone.

We should have coordinates
any minute now.

- Roger that.

- Okay, guys, Esma just
entered a coffee shop

about a half mile
ahead of your current position.

- Looking at Verina's bank card,

seems to be
one of her favorites.

- Top, I have a very bad
feeling about this.

Did Hoffman say something?

- No, nothing specific.
It's just that...

I've been doing this
for quite a long time now,

and I know when
I'm out of my league.

There's something
much bigger here.

- Oh!

It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.

- All right, we'll keep
our footprint to a minimum.

McGuire, I'm gonna
post you at the door.

Once you tell us it's clear,
Jaz and I will head inside.

We'll engage the girls,
and I'll grab Verina.

Should be in and out,
less than 30 seconds.

- Hi, I'm a friend
of your father's.

He told me to tell you...

- Esma!

- All right.

This is us
right here on the left.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're all right.

Esma?

- Yeah, she's got a small
puncture wound in her jugular.

They must have hit her
with some strong sedative.

- Three of them,
maybe two minutes ago.

The manager just called 112.

- Okay, McGuire,
we got to wake her up.

I mean, we can't
take her with us.

Cops are gonna be here
in 90 seconds.

Man, we got cameras
in the streets,

got cameras
inside the coffee shop.

I need to know
who we're looking for.

Figure multiple people,
one vehicle,

sometime
in the last five minutes.

- Hey, hey, we're friends.
We're friends of Verina's.

Verina. We're friends, okay?

Can you tell us
what happened?

- They took her.
They took her.

- Yeah, we only know that.

Can you tell us
anything about them?

- Yeah, what about--what about
her phone number, Esma?

We can find her that way.
We can track her.

- No phone. She sent me
a message from in there.

- Okay.

- Command, I don't think
Esma can help us.

Gonna have to find
another way.

Please.
- Sit down.

Hello, Verina.

Sorry for having to be
so rough with you just then,

but, you know, needs must.

Do you want anything
to eat, to drink?

- Esma.
- She's fine,

and she'll remain that way

as long as you and I
keep getting along.

All right, I can see
you're wondering

what you're doing here.

We want you
to show us how you did it.

- Verina.

- I don't know. It was a fluke.

- The back door
has been patched now for sure.

- Well...

you know what
they say, don't you?

When one door closes...

another one opens.

- Alex, that doesn't
make any sense.

You said earlier

that the ambassador's
secretary didn't know.

Now you're saying she did.

Oh, well...

I must have misspoke.

- You said she didn't know,

which is why you opted to make
direct contact with her boss.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, of course.
Of course she did.

The whole thing
was such a mess, it...

- Mm-hmm, sure.

- It's hard
to keep it all straight.

- Sure.
- Sorry, P.

- No problem.

Let's pick up
with the conversation with...

- Can I take a break
for a few minutes, please?

- Her boss.

- We've been
doing this for hours.

I just want to--

I need a few minutes.
- Sure.

Can I get you something?

- Don't, no. Just sit.

Don't go anywhere
and don't call anyone.

I would like
to sit here and just...

for five minutes,
pretend we're not who we are.

- I like who we are.

I'm proud of it.

I'm proud of us,
proud of what we've done.

- I just said that wrong.
- No problem.

Um...

My son. Well...

he wants to go to ROTC.

I mean, he's only
in high school, but...

- Yeah, well,
of course he does.

He sees you
making a difference.

He wants to be a part of it.

- Well, what does it say about
me that I don't want him to be?

What does it say about me that
I'm willing to risk my life,

I'm willing
to risk other's lives,

but I want to forbid him
from risking his own?

- It says you're human.

- Every time I think about it,
I get a horrible dread.

Fear of what's
to come, I guess.

- Yeah, I know the feeling.

Why?

- Just because...

I'm me.

- All right, Command, where the
hell are we on those cameras?

- We're nowhere.

About five minutes
before Verina was taken,

traffic cams were taken out.

Same thing happened
to the coffee shop cam

two minutes after that.

We got nothing.

- Fantastic.
- I was gonna say,

hitting a spot that exact
on someone's neck

for an injection like that?

I mean, that's a 50-50 shot,
even with me.

Whoever got to her,
they were some serious pros.

- You think it's a coincidence
that we got a serious pro

tied up back at base right now?

- I have no idea.

What were you gonna do with her
if you got ahold of her today?

- My orders were to grab her

and then await
further instructions.

That's how these things work.

That way, on the off chance
I get picked up,

I don't know anything
about the others involved.

- Even you know that.

- You're gonna tell us
everything we need to know

to find this girl,
do you understand me?

- Does your boyfriend
always have such a short fuse?

- I think I know a little bit

about crossing the line
with coworkers.

- Yeah, enough
of the mind games.

- Come on, Adam. I haven't even
had a go at you yet.

- Yeah, it'll be fun.

That one,
I'm looking forward to.

Let's get at it right now.

- Dalton, we've got
some bad news.

Another sub's gone offline.

This time in
the South China Sea.

This just got a lot bigger
than one teenage hacker.

- All right,
where's Patricia?

- Wheels down
and heading to you.

- Maybe she can get
what she needs out of this guy.

- Please don't tell me that you
think Patricia's coming here

to help you find Verina.
- Shut the hell up.

- She's coming here for me,
to take me home.

And in so doing, she'll destroy
not only her career

but her entire life.

- No, this is just
more mind games.

Come on, think.

The moment you found me,
you destroyed her.

And I'm not talking about some
slap-on-the-wrist suspension

like she got for Tehran.

I'm talking about
life in prison.

Talking about her
falling on her sword

with you as
accidental executioner.

For what?

- For everything we did.

- Director Havel.

- Ms. Campbell,
this is Mr. Santos,

president's chief of staff,

and Mr. Morgan,
national security advisor.

Sit, please.

Is Alex okay?

- He's in a lot of trouble.

For the moment,
we're inclined to believe

that you have not been aware

of the true extent
of his dealings and methods.

But we need your help,

because no one knows him
better than you.

- He fooled us, Patricia.

Fooled us all.

Sure, the information you've
provided has been accurate,

and he has served this country.

Unfortunately, in order
to accomplish those goals,

he's murdered more than
a dozen innocent people.

Tortured numerous others.

Bartered information
with drug cartels,

weapons merchants,
and dictators.

He's lost the thread, Patricia.

And in doing so, he's put years
of intelligence work at risk.

He's put our nation at risk.

He's beyond salvage.

Now, you know him
better than anyone.

So we think our best chance
of pulling this off

is if you plan it
and you run it.

- His execution.

- Madam Deputy Director.

- Chief Carter.

- Welcome to our home
away from home.

- Mm.

- Hello Alex.
- Hello, P.