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The easiest thing for me to do now

would be to apologize.

Uh...

It's important for you to understand

why I can't do that.

That guy in your house...

He was a professional.

Whoever hired him was serious

about putting an end to me, and...

And in my experience, that means

putting an end to anyone close to me.

That's... that's you.

Keeping you alive and safe...

That became the priority, Zoe.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I figured if you wanted to yell at me

or scream or whatever, this would be a safe place to do it.

Okay.

We got a long drive ahead of us.

When you're ready to talk, we can talk.

There is...

one thing I'm gonna ask you to do.

I'd like you to call your son.

The FBI is gonna knock on his door.

They're gonna ask him some questions.

He's gonna do fine, but he's...

you know, he's gonna be concerned.

Now is the best time to, oh, set the record straight.

This'll be the last time

you make a call on your phone,

to keep from tracking us, but at least,

you know, he'll know it's you calling.

When... You know, just tell him the truth.

That you're unhurt,

and you're being held against your will,

but you're safe and that you'll contact him again soon.

Yeah. You use those words, that'll prevent you

from being considered an accessory to anything.

Hey, this is Jason. Leave a message.

Hey, this is Jason. Leave a message.

You know, I guess we'd better,

uh...

get going.

Local PDs, negative.

Regional offices, negative.

Digital teams, that's inter agency,

that's across the board, negative.

It's been 72 hours since law enforcement

had any signal on his whereabouts.

Dan Chase is gone.

And the woman... McDonald?

No sign of her, either.

We made contact with her son.

She called him, but they didn't speak.

That was three days ago as wel.

We'll keep our ears open, but, um...

Yeah.

Okay. Thanks, Joe.

Yeah.

Jaden? Or Caden, maybe?

Brayden.

His father is the assistant secretary

of state for African affairs,

but that's...

neither here nor there.

What happened? Was it bad?

Apparently, Brayden,

uh, took issue with Henry's presentation to the class.

He came up to him afterwards and said...

...that you were not a credible hero.

He said that the police

are just regular people.

That a lot of them do bad things,

and they get away with it,

and that Henry should be

more sensible

in choosing who he looks up to.

Oh. Great.

Who did Brayden choose as his hero?

Spider-Man.

Oh, Jesus.

- Did Henry sound okay? - Yeah.

I think he's fine.

He didn't tell me any of that.

He just... tells you things?

Yeah. I mean, I was around

the house a lot. I... I babysat a lot.

When me and Lily were still together, she used to say that

I was half his aunt,

half big sister, and half therapist.

Lily wasn't very good at math.

Yeah, you were there a lot.

I should've been there a lot.

Well, that may be true,

but it's not like it's all on you.

You know, Chip could've made more of an effort, too.

And you're here now.

When all you want to do is crawl in a hole,

you're holding the world up with both hands

and signing up to raise a seven-year-old boy.

I'd like to see Spider-Man try and pull that off.

So, I spoke to Joe.

We're officially reporting it's been 72 hours

since...

Chase's trail ran cold.

We're all set to meet with

Hamzad's attorney tomorrow.

She's gonna know we lost him.

That's gonna be an interesting conversation.

You've got a good argument to make.

You can help them get what they want.

Once they understand how much you know

about Chase and his wife,

they're gonna see that they need you.

What?

The wife... why are you so interested in her?

- What do you mean? - When I talked about this

with Waters, y...

you had a reaction.

Now she's on your mind again.

Is there something I'm missing?

There were three people involved

when this whole thing started.

You know, we keep talking about the first two,

but this woman might be the invisible man in all this.

Just seems like it might be worth keeping an eye on her

until we figure out what we're missing.

Is there anything you knew about her

that might be a piece of an answer here?

I don't know.

I didn't know very much about her.

I was just aware of her.

Aware of the gravity she exerted

on objects around her.

What she made men do.

You know, it's late.

It's gonna be a rough day tomorrow.

We should get some sleep.

Do you mind setting the alarm on your way out?

Sure thing.

- Good night, kiddo. - Night.

Where are you?

Colorado.

Should be in L.A. tomorrow. You okay?

Yeah.

Can I ask you a question?

Shoot.

So, we have a meeting tomorrow with this woman,

Nina Kruger.

She represents Faraz Hamzad.

Okay. Why?

The assistant director seems to believe

that all this is happening because...

Hamzad wants some kind of information.

Something he thinks you know, that...

he wants to know.

Wait, "we" have a meeting? Why "we"?

I'm going with him.

What for?

Don't you want to know what's being said inside that room?

Uh, not if it means you being in danger.

Emily, he is desperate and he has failed,

and I'm okay for him to pay the price for it,

but I don't want you in the line of fire

- when whatever happens to him happens to him. - Dad.

- Stop. - Oh, Em...

My God. Okay.

So, how are you doing? Are you holding up?

Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.

- And Zoe? - Uh, she's sleeping. She's fin.

I think she gets this is how it has to be for a while.

Listen, can I say one more thing about the other thing?

Sure.

This isn't some kind of mystery, Em.

The truth is, at one point in his life,

Faraz Hamzad thought Mom belonged to him.

He's got a grudge with me for helping her

do something about that.

Everything else is a distraction.

You still there?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm still here.

So, what do we do about this?

Yeah, well, there-there are people out there

who've got grudges against him as well.

Once I get to L.A., I can use my company

to get a man's attention who has that grudge

and might be willing to do something about it.

Okay.

Stick with me, Emily. We'll get through this.

I know.

I got to go. Drive safe, okay?

And, uh, give me a call when you get in.

All right, I will. I love you.

I love you, too, Dad.

I got you some stuff.

Toothbrush,

comb...

Thought you might need

some clothes.

I just guessed on those.

I'm Henry Dixon.

Henry Dixon,

he was an early investor in an investment fund

called Corsair Finance,

which has done quite well over the years.

You...

...you're Marcia Dixon.

Henry's wife.

We can change the picture once we get there.

The signature, that's what's important.

I want you to learn it.

And once you get it down,

I'm gonna transfer some money to you

using this name.

I'm going to compensate you.

Compensate you and then some. A half a million dollars.

Zoe?

Hey, Stuart.

Oh, the drive was uneventful. Yeah, thanks.

Uh, just walking in now.

Yeah, the place looks great.

Yeah, thanks for, uh, for doing the shopping.

I don't... Yeah, I'm not gonna be here for that long,

but, uh, appreciate

you thinking of me.

Yeah, actually, slight change of plans.

Mrs. Dixon decided to join me after all.

Yeah, I want to keep a low profile.

You know, I'm just here for that short meeting with Zach.

Have-have you confirmed it yet?

Oh, terrific, lunch today, that's...

Yeah, that's, uh...

that's perfect, Stuart. What time?

Uh-huh.

That's exactly what I was hoping for.

Yeah.

What-what time?

And where?

Oh, all right, great.

Thank you very much, Stuart. Good work.

All right, I'll see you then.

Yeah.

Yeah, the last time I was here was with her,

shortly after she was diagnosed.

Yeah, I...

I figured that she'd have access to better care here, you know,

but, uh, it upset her too much.

Being someplace unfamiliar, someplace...

you know, without memories of Emily,

so we went home.

And the wise old man said,

"Language, by its nature, deceives.

"Cloaks the truth in darkness..

...rather than illuminate it."

"Truth," said the wise old man,

lives only in silence."

When everyone is lying about everything

until they aren't saying anything,

then it's the truth.

It's possible you have missed the point.

Oh, no, I got the point.

You are a little bit full of shit.

But in a fun way.

The difference between here and gone is...

hardly any difference at all.

Few inches of Kevlar,

broken rib,

instead of a bullet in the heart.

You know, sometimes, I wonder f

we've been too good at this for too long.

Maybe you might've forgotten how it could all end

if we're not careful.

You think I'm unaware of my mortality?

I didn't say that.

I'm not careful, then?

You're not the one I'm worried about not being careful.

What are you trying to say?

I'm saying either Morgan Bote knew

he was sending us into a fucked-up situation

when he gave the guy your phone number...

...or he didn't know.

I'm not sure which one is worse.

We need to know.

Hello?

I'm calling to conclude our conversation.

Yeah.

So, what's customary in a situation like this,

where the work was... unfinished?

Twenty percent.

That's fine. I'll see to it.

But this concludes our conversation, yes?

I'd like to speak about why the work was unfinished.

All right.

When I do a job, I plan for everything.

But I can't plan for what I'm not told.

You think I withheld something from you?

The target was on his way out the door.

What do you mean,

- on his way out... - Packed.

Ready to depart. Alert.

Did he know I was coming?

No, he-he couldn't have.

Did he know the police were coming soon behind me?

Because either he's the luckiest man in the world,

or someone on your end tipped him off

that something was coming.

I think you have a mole in your operation.

I need to understand how you didn't know.

Do you have any idea who your mole might be?

Memorandum.

Date, September the 10th.

Subject, Harold Harper.

There are brackets here,

as this is just a template.

It'll be distributed to several people on Capitol Hill

and across at least four agencies.

We are aware that law enforcement has failed

to apprehend the subject known as Dan Chase.

It has come to our attention that Mr. Chase's escape

was aided and abetted by

the FBI assistant director for counter-intelligence,

Harold Harper.

Through at least one phone interaction,

as well as further subversion f

and interference with

law enforcement's efforts.

I was authorized to send this

before Mr. Waters contacted my office to say that

you may have something to say worth hearing.

If that is the case,

I think you should say it.

I can get your client the answers

he's looking for.

In fact, I may be the only one who can.

Answers?

What kind of answers do you imagine

my client is looking for?

That's where you're gonna have to help me.

I'm not sure yet.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Chase had a relationship

with your client

and with your client's first wife.

I was there. I observed it

from afar, but in real time.

So, I know as much about this as anyone does.

If I knew what he was looking for,

I could very likely help him find it.

Mr. Harper, for ten years,

I have represented Mr. Hamzad's interests in the U.K.,

the U.S., across all of the Americas.

I am intimately involved

in his interests,

in his family's investments.

I'm afforded access to his most sensitive information.

And the idea that he's involved in

some kind of information gathering exercise,

that there are answers he seeks, for which...

I don't even know the questions,

is not very likely.

Mr. Hamzad's concerns

will be communicated to the necessary parties...

...by the close of business.

Good day.

Her name was Belour Daadfar.

Excuse me?

Hamzad's wife.

That was her name before they were married.

Did you know that?

He met her in Kabul, in the city.

She wasn't much liked amongst his inner circle,

But his love for her was so great,

his respect for her mind

so deep

that he considered her his most trusted advisor

during the campaign against the Soviets,

until she betrayed him

and left him for the man that we're calling Dan Chase,

but who, back then,

went by the name of Johnny Kohler.

He hasn't told you any of this, has he?

You know what he's allowed you to know.

But maybe I know some things that go beyond that.

I know the things that happened before it all went wrong.

I have insight.

Call him.

Tell him not to waste it.

In a couple of hours, it'll be his morning.

Wait in the bar downstairs. I'll find you.

What?

What?

What do you want from me?

Oh.

Shit.

Sorry.

Why am I apologizing to you?

I was kidnapped, and now I am apologizing

to you for not doing a better job

of seeing to your needs.

Out loud.

Fuck this.

...um, doesn't mean it's gonna take the same amount of time

to get twice as hot, if that makes sense.

Holy mother. All right.

Let's take a temp.

Go in there.

Oh, my God.

Hold on.

That's better. Okay. I was close to the bone,

and it was going to 125.

- Hello? - Mrs. Dixon?

Uh, sure.

Who is this?

It's Stuart, Mr. Dixon's assistant.

I just want to say if you need anything,

please don't hesitate to ask.

I know we've never actually me,

but we all consider you to be family here at the company,

so, really, anything at all.

Mrs. Dixon?

Uh, no. No, I think I can...

handle everything myself.

Thank you.

Henry.

Zachary.

You been waiting long?

Yeah.

- Almost a half hour. - Sorry about that.

I had a call run long with Sacramento. Just...

You know how it goes.

- Mm. - It's great

to finally meet you in person. We're way overdue.

- Ah. - You know, we have a connection,

actually, that you may not know about.

Oh, is that so?

My mother is Julia Lewis.

She was the receptionist when the company first started.

Oh, how about that.

You know, my mom told me

when she got pregnant with me,

the managing partner wanted to let her go,

but you stepped in and shut him down.

- Mm. - A single mom

in this city.

Yeah, I'm sure there's a...

Study somewhere that says that I wouldn't be here

if it wasn't for you.

So, listen, there's something I'd like to talk to you about.

Of course. What's up?

Uh, there's a play I want to make.

Arslon Mining and Metallurgy.

Okay. What kind of play?

Well, equity investment.

Something that gets the attention

of their director general, Suleyman Pavlovich.

Central Asian geological.

Can't say I'm super familiar with it,

but certainly worth a study.

Why don't we have the guys at the end of the hall

do some research, put together

- a presentation, and we can see... - I'd prefer to move

a lot faster than that.

About how much faster would you like to move?

Today.

I could live with tomorrow.

Henry.

Yes, Zach?

Uh, that's an awfully risky position to take.

Do you have some information you could share with me

- that might help me make sense of it? - Pavlovich.

This is a guy who has a lot of relationships,

a lot of history in the region.

I want a relationship with him,

and this is the way I'd like to start it.

Look...

I know the first two big plays the company made

were these big, wild swings...

They may have even been your ideas.

Mm. Yeah, they were. Yeah.

And that's great.

And we wouldn't be here without them.

But money...

See, money grows up, too.

It wants to be comfortable.

Gets picky about the company it keeps.

Hmm. Yeah, to be honest,

I wasn't looking for advice on this.

I want you to start putting the wheels in motion, Zach.

Ooh, the turkey sandwich is really good.

You thought this would be a gift to him.

A bird left on our doorstep

to prove your loyalty to him.

Or maybe to demonstrate something else to me.

Until this moment...

...he was so full of promise.

After it,

what a monster he will become.

So monstrous,

you and I will become monsters ourselves

in order to escape him.

That won't happen.

I don't have that in me.

If I ever loved you,

that was why.

I believed you actually believe that.

Suleyman Pavlovich.

The beginning of the end.

Don't blame yourself.

The world is full of monsters.

Sooner or later, we all take our turn.

Do you know what misophonia is?

- Huh? - Misophonia.

M-I-S-O-P-H-O-N-I-A.

Look it up.

"In which...

"In which certain sounds

"trigger an emotional and a physiological response

"such as anger, panic or mania.

Common sounds include..."

Yep.

- So right now, you're... - Yeah.

- Anger or... - That's the one.

Okay. You know what?

I'm-I'm just gonna say it.

This-this feels like a-like a big moment for us.

Does it?

We've reached the stage where we can confide in each other.

- Mm. - So, takes years for some people.

It's a big milestone.

Maybe we're even past the point of digging around

for dirt on each other behind each other's backs.

Find anything interesting on me?

- Not really. - Mm.

Did you find anything on me?

- Not a whole hell of a lot, no. - Mm.

There is one story I heard, though.

But I hesitate to repeat it

'cause it lacks the ring of truth.

But I-but I'm gonna repeat it

'cause I-I'm just... I'm curious,

and I got to know.

I heard you assaulted a supervisor.

Is it true?

Yeah.

What'd you do?

I punched him in the face.

Oh.

Was he eating almonds?

No.

He kept calling me Freckles.

Now you lost me.

I never really knew my mom.

I mean, she was there. Every day.

All the time. But, uh...

it just always felt like a piece of her was...

was missing.

Like there was another life she had given up

in exchange for this one, so she was always...

hollow.

So, I made an oath to myself

that I would never end up like that.

That I would find something meaningful,

and then I would work hard until my fingers bled

to get good at it.

And I did.

And then here comes this motherfucker

who wants everyone to know that he thinks it's so funny

that I don't seem like I belong here.

But I belong here.

So I just wanted him to know that.

You get in trouble?

I was terminated.

But you're still here.

Because five minutes after I was terminated,

my supervisor's boss

threatened to walk out the door right behind me.

- Your boss's boss. - Mm.

Harold Harper?

I am fairly adept

at anticipating how Mr. Hamzad will react

to a given piece of upsetting news.

What makes him frustrated.

What makes him angry.

What makes him want to cause damage and pain

to whatever or whomever has upset him.

I assumed, when I called him just now,

I would get one of the above. Or worse.

His actual reaction was...

somewhat more complicated than that.

In one hour, there will be a plane prepared to depart.

If you want to further engage on this issue,

you will be on it.

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

- No. - Hang on. Is he

confirming that my assertion is correct...

That he's after some kind of information?

I don't believe he's confirming anything.

You can't seriously be considering this.

I'm not sure I understand

what it is exactly that I'm considering.

If I get on this plane,

he will engage with me, personally...

- Is this what we're saying here? - Let me be very clear

about what it is I am saying

as I am authorized to say this and no more.

If you are on that plane when it takes off,

Mr. Hamzad will consider this conversation ongoing.

If you are not,

he will distribute the memorandum

laying the blame at your feet

for everything that has transpired.

- Hey, kid. - Hey.

Hey, I'm just on the way back to apartment. What's up?

I just got out of the meeting with the lawyer.

Faraz Hamzad wants the assistant director

to get on a plane, and he's gonna do it.

A plane? To where?

We don't know where or what for, exactly,

but it definitely proves the theory

that what Hamzad wants out of all of this

is just some kind of information.

Emily, please tell me you aren't planning

to be on that plane with him.

I don't think I have a choice.

You absolutely have a choice.

No, I don't.

He's starting to get suspicious about me.

Suspicious? Wh-What do you mean?

Oh, shit. Em, why didn't you say anything about this before?

And if I abandon him now,

at this moment, with everything that's at stake,

he's going to know that something's off

because that's just not something that I would do.

Not something who would do?

You? Or Angela?

I don't know.

I'm starting to forget what the difference is.

I think I'm coming apart here, Dad.

Emily, listen to me, now.

Here's what I want you to do.

Dump this phone,

burn whatever you have to and leave.

You know where to go.

Don't say it out loud. Don't tell anyone.

And I'll meet you there.

No.

Em, I'm not messing around her.

This is serious.

I've worked too hard for this.

I've sacrificed too much for this.

I'm good at this.

If I walk away now, then...

then it just is all gone.

And then I'll have no idea

what the hell I even am at that point.

Emily, you know who you are.

Everything was fine.

I was fine.

Until I heard Faraz Hamzad's name.

Do you have a plan for how to handle all of this?

Yeah, I do, I do.

And at the end of this plan, is he still alive?

Because I don't think I'm gonna be okay until he's gone.

I don't think I'll have any idea

who I am until he's gone.

So, please,

the sooner the better.

And in the meantime, I have to do this.

Emily, no.

- I love you, Dad. - E-Emily.

You understand why I can't

follow you onto that plane, yeah?

I've got people to answer to.

This is no longer within a country mile of my assignment.

No, I understand.

All right, listen, listen. I, uh...

This is strange and uncomfortable territory

I'm about to venture into.

I'm curious as a motherfucker, but I do not get involved.

Right? Involved is...

well, it's for people who should take better care of themselves.

But this one...

...she is one of the good ones.

She would walk into a burning building for you.

And for the life of me, I just,

I can't understand why you would let her.

Do you have kids, Ray?

No. No, I do not.

One day, if you do,

when the time comes for them to break your heart,

remember I told you this.

The moment you let them in...

...you were asking for it.

I ordered in.

Should we eat?

How was today?

It's gonna be fine.

Well, that's good.

Actually, it doesn't sound all that good.

- Yeah. - Sounds like it could have gone better.

Yeah, it could have.

I was about to apologize again.

What for? It's not your fault.

I know it isn't.

It's just a hard habit to break.

What's that?

It's a letter

from Marcia Dixon.

It's addressed to the...

board of Corsair Finance.

It gives notice of her intent to enter

into divorce proceedings against her husband.

What are you doing?

It doesn't sound like you've ever been

through a divorce before.

I learned a lot from mine.

I kept thinking that if I understood the rules better,

I could protect myself.

Turns out that's not what the rules are for.

But I think Marcia has

a little bit more leverage than I did.

If I understand the situation, this letter would cause

a real mess at your company.

Audits, discovery.

The fear of what I might ask for in a divorce.

The fear of what I might get.

So you'd just kind of be "that guy" to them for a while.

The guy they keep at arm's length

unless they want to end up in depositions, so...

it would make it almost impossible for you

- to accomplish anything there... - What the fuck are you doing?

I didn't send it yet.

I set it to send in two hours, but I can log in and stop it.

Maybe you're right,

and I would be dead if I hadn't come with you.

Or maybe you're wrong,

and this is nothing more than a kidnapping.

Maybe it's both.

Either way, I'm here.

And from here, I see two ways forward.

One...

I stay.

And I help you through this.

You're gonna help me?

Yeah, I am. I think you need it.

Once upon a time, I looked into the mirror

and I didn't know who I was.

I think you know what I felt.

I think you can't remember

what life felt like before that feeling.

And I believe your daughter.

I believe the guy she talked about

is in there somewhere, and I would like to help him.

I never had anybody help me when I was

going through my experience, and it nearly killed me,

and that was w-without having to do it

- while running for my life. - Zoe.

Zoe, listen to me, I'm gonna be fine.

- This whole thing is traumatizing... - But-but if I do that for you,

then you need to acknowledge

that we're in this together.

You need to make a gesture to prove it.

What kind of gesture do you have in mind?

Half of everything you own.

Transferred to my name.

Before 10:17,

or the email goes out.

What's two?

Two?

Well, two is that you give me a reasonable amount of money

for the train wreck that you've turned my life into,

and I stay silent in this apartment

-until it's safe for me to leave, -Wh... Whoa.

And then I will.

Theft. Fucking extortion?

What's this gonna cost me, huh?

Half of everything you own.

So it's not about money until you choose

- to make it about money. - No, no, I said

that money is not just money.

What it always is

is a measure of discomfort.

H... How badly do I want this?

How badly do I want to avoid that?

How much power do I have to make it so?

In this moment,

I want to amount to more

than just a complication in your story.

I want to know that the next time we disagree,

I have the resources to make you think twice

before threatening me

or throwing me in the trunk of a car

or looking at me the wrong way

to shut me up.

I want to be accounted for.

I have the resources to make it so,

so you will account for me.

Do you have any idea

the danger that you're putting yourself in?

The danger that you're putting me in?

My kid?

You will account for me.

You have no idea how different the game is.

I imagined you were dead.

No. Just retired.