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Get out.

No, he stays.

I lived up to my end of the arrangement.

Peter.

Good to see you, Richie. The deeper that
I get into this job, the more I learn,

the more I fear. I could use a friend
around me.

White House shit. What I'm talking about
isn't that. Who are you? My name's

Adam. What are you doing here? The
president sent me. I'm your new partner.

You'll do solo time for two hours.

Just stay away from the river's edge.

Are you doing solo time, too? Yeah.

The crypto wallet that the LFS was
using? There's been several new deposits

have been made this week. They're
planning something else. And if the

of the deposit matches the first attack,
then... We got less than a week before

whatever it is happens.

I see Jacob Monroe's name.

There's an investigation into him. Is it
really that bad?

He's been a major donor for years. The
investigation into him and the one into

the terrorist attack are currently one
and the same.

Jopie, what's up? I think there's
something weird going on with the

and first lady. I really shouldn't be
saying anything about this. I think

you're the only person I can really talk
to. If I find this guy, I find Jay. But

right now I have nothing.

I have a source. He's helped me. I do
things in the past. I can head over

now. Do you want me to go with you?

No, that would spook him.

He knows me. He trusts me. I need to
speak with him alone.

She looks nervous.

You think she might be on the broker's
payroll?

I certainly think everybody is.

She said he was a source, but he'd be
smart to own a journalist, so... There

is. Kind of visual. You told her he was
dangerous, right?

Yeah, she went right to him.

They're leaving.

She's going willingly.

Wait, are they hooking up?

Oh, damn it.

Could have sworn I was her type. Looks
like you are her type.

You calling the old?

Yeah. Got facial recognition on you?
Yeah. Send me the photo.

Why are we with ears? My mirror is 47 %
rising.

Half the FBI is looking for this guy. We
call Mosley. No, not yet. Let's see

where he's taking her and then I'll call
it in.

You sure put a lot of distance between
us. That's some real restraint.

Not every tale can be a joyride through
Istanbul.

I'll try Havana during a parade.

DC Interstate. Against traffic. That
just sounds irresponsible.

Oh, we got an ID.

Yeah, that's him.

His name's Jacob Monroe. Criminal
history?

None. Notable affiliations?

None. Report says he runs his own
private consulting firm.

Handles everything from compliance
assessment to negotiation support.

Negotiation support? What the hell is
that? He's wealthy. He's connected.

At first glance, this all looks legit,
but wait, wait, wait, wait.

RMG management.

What? What about it? Listed as a
previous employer. It's just a hunch,

tough.

And my lovely lady, Linda, over at
Langley. Trying to say that three times

She owes me her firstborn.

Let's see if she can run a trace. Skip
it off the books.

You think Monroe's CIA?

Yeah, or CIA adjacent.

RMG management. It sounds a hell of a
lot like the type of front they use for

asset payroll.

Linda!

To us.

I had just brushed my teeth.

I want to cheers to our success.

To our future.

And I want to compare our usual two
-buck shot to the president's favorite

Bordeaux before I forget what good day.

Hey, you're a good taste buddy to me.

I

honestly

can't tell the difference.

No, I think I get it.

He says the man who ordered beer that
tastes like beer on our first date. That

was before we were invited to dinner in
the White House with the president.

Babe, we're fancy now.

Come on, why are you psyched about this?

I am.

Very cool. It's, uh... It's just you
didn't notice anything weird with Lotus

tonight, did you? Well, she didn't laugh
at my estate tax joke, and that usually

kills.

You mean something else?

Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
mentioned you looking into the intruder

Anything off between me and her?

Come on, she threw a whole thank you
dinner. She clearly loves you.

Um, POTUS didn't seem off.

During dessert, I thought he was quiet.

Well, my job would be a whole lot easier
if that man knew how to be quiet.

Lay it out for me.

What's going on?

Always on my side, yeah?

Always.

I found Brian Mott's phone.

I thought you said Flotas had it. I
recovered it during dinner.

From where?

Her desk in their bedroom study.

So by recovered, you mean stole?

Recovered. For the investigation.

The services investigation, or you're
off the books one? She lied, Theo.

She lied about Mott having a gun. There
was no gun.

And she lied about not knowing him.
She's been meeting with him for months.

That's not what she said at dinner. I
know. She lied.

She's the wife of a politician. I know
she can lie.

But I am also worried about you.

Don't make this about me. No, you stole
from the private residence of the

president and the first lady. That is a
big deal, Chelsea.

That is a career -ender and arrest -size
deal. Please, put it back where you

found it. Nobody needs to know. No, the
Secret Service needs to know. And they

can get an anonymous tip to its location
after you put it back.

Babe, if you need time to heal...

Just ask for it. Nobody's going to blame
you.

But you've got to put some distance
between yourself and the shooting.

It's not about that.

Then what is it about?

We're here toasting to our future, and
you were putting all of it in jeopardy

anyone found out. Hey, I don't want you
to worry about me.

Okay?

Great.

So you're going to put it back where you
found it first thing tomorrow.

Uh, yeah. Everything okay? Please tell
me you have something.

Yeah, the shell company checked up.

CorePoint Dynamics? You found Mott's
employer?

Yeah. You have an ID?

Yeah, yeah.

But you can't talk right now.

Not really, no.

Just listen then. I found Brian Mott's
phone in the residence.

I thought the First Lady hid it after
Mott's attack.

Download's wrapping up. I think she's
part of this. Hiding something, and I

that sounds absurd, but I... No, it
doesn't. I think you're onto something,

I gotta go, okay?

Thank you. I'm going to send you my
address in New York just in case, okay?

keep me in the loop. Stay safe.

Yeah, you too.

Bye.

Anything important?

No, no, it's unrelated.

It's just an old friend needed a gut
check.

Looks like we're here.

How does this Camara thing work anyway?

I'm just going to tell the program to
call Isabelle's phone and the malware

downloads in the background.

Calling her now.

You need to get that?

Just scammers.

What happened? She ignored the call?

Chimera's connecting anyway. She doesn't
have to do anything? Technically, she

just did. This text is invasive as it
gets.

Is that a problem?

No. Go for it.

Did you redecorate since I last been
here, or has it always been this grand?

Well, I've had a little bit of time to
play around with it.

I've come to prefer my night spent at
home than on the town.

I imagine this is a good place to
recover.

Well, chemo hasn't been a problem for
me.

Not even cancer slows you down.

No, it wasn't a stomach bug.

I had too much to accomplish.

Now, you know my door is always open to
you, and in fact, the food alone is

worth the drive. I lured Chef Maggie
away from La Caparuccia, and I asked her

make flan for dessert.

Thanks, but I can only manage dinner
tonight. I have a deadline.

Well, you're seldom without a deadline.

There's too much I want to accomplish.

Well, I'm willing to bet that you
already have a draft that you're going

research and perfect till the very last
minute.

Research is what actually brings me here
tonight.

I need your expertise.

On background, of course. Well, I was
hoping it was a social visit, but let's

make a deal.

I'll answer anything you want if you
stay for dessert.

I guess I'll have the flan, then.

Okay. One second.

Maggie?

I don't think she likes him.

No, but he likes her.

This is ridiculous. We need a visual.

Is that a Chimera work through comps?
Yeah.

30 seconds.

That's my best yet. No, you have
consistently underestimated and

this job.

You have assigned me a new client every
day, and now I've got experienced

competitors trying to intervene.

Well, injuries are avoidable if I know
what I'm up against, and clearly you do

not. Hey, can I go out?

Give me a minute.

What? Can I go get my goggles?

Yeah.

Grab a towel so you don't drip. Okay.

Listen to me.

You hire me from my expertise, so why
don't you ask me what I need to finish

this job?

Go ahead.

Ask me.

A walk, please.

Goggle? Couldn't find him.

This one's new. Good eye.

I'd remember the first edition of The
Great Gatsby.

It's beautiful.

Should be on display somewhere.

Well, in that case, it's museum quality.

I meant it should be on display for
others so everyone can enjoy it.

Ah, well, it was a recent acquisition
from a run -down bookstore that didn't

know what they had.

Ophelia, the one I told you about
where... I've never been.

Well, I'll take you whenever you're
free.

I do have business I need to get to.

Yes, I know.

I just enjoy speaking with you.

Looks like we can get a visual if we hop
that wall.

Get access to the property.

Oh, my lady Linda came through.

Monroe was an asset for an op in the
90s. Why'd that not show up in the FBI

report? Well, the CIA's just better to
keep the secret. Okay, so Monroe's an

asset. That would make total sense. He
would have the knowledge. He would have

the network.

Now, you're scaling that wall. I promise
my knees, no more drops. Yeah, whatever

you say, old man.

Fine.

Ask all your questions. Get him out of
the way before food.

Fire away.

Camera blind.

You bank at Walcott Capital, yes?

I used to. Why?

A little over a week ago, I received a
stack of SARS from Walcott Capital.

They indicate major clients of the bank
conducted multiple suspicious transfers.

Well, by filing the reports, the bank
did all they're legally obligated to do.

Yes, I understand how SARS work.

The point is, the compliance officer who
filed the SARS was fired shortly

afterwards, and the supervisor at FinCEN
tried to bury the reports completely.

Both men are now dead.

You good? Yeah, I'm good. How do you fit
into this?

I had a whistleblower. He helped us
connect the LFS attack to Flight Pima 12

most U .S. companies and the SARS.

They all sound like accomplices.

Oh, Monroe could be legit as far as she
knows.

Americans funded the Flight Pima 12
attack?

Well, that's a massive story for you.

Assuming there's proof.

Oh, I have proof.

Of that and a lot more.

Well, what can I help you with then?

You can tell me where Jay Batra is. My
whistleblower?

You kidnapped him.

Kidnapped? Who told you that? Are you
suggesting I reveal my source? Only so I

can contextualize their claims.

There are many who have the wrong
assumptions about my work. Context is

think you're lying to me.

What happened to Jay? I employed Mr.
Butcher. So now you remember him.

Mr. Butcher found evidence that my
former bank was dirty.

So I withdrew my accounts and gave him a
job.

He's a recent hire, so forgive me for
not recognizing his name immediately.

Where is he right now?

It's after hours. How should I know
where my employees are?

I mean, you believe that I'm... You know
what to believe.

I've been trying to figure you out since
you showed up at my tia's door,

throwing your money around like you
could buy back all the missing years.

Where was Monroe's op for the CIA?

Mexico City.

Holy shit.

She's his daughter. You can lie to me
all you want, but money, money tells the

truth.

You've been investigating me?

My school payment, my mortgage, my
monthly allowance, all paid for by an

anonymous trust clearly designed to hide
you from your money. Common practice in

my field for asset protection.

Yeah, that's what I told myself, that
you were paranoid, a capitalist with a

healthy distress of the IRS. But it made
me wonder, so as a beneficiary of the

trust... I obtained tax records where I
found several other assets you were

trying to protect. One of them,
CorePoint Dynamics, showed up on Jay's

alongside other companies he claimed
funded terrorism.

Are you involved?

In what?

Jay's abduction. The LFS attack on Pima
12.

Sounds like Isabel's got some serious
daddy issues.

Lost the visual. I gotta reposition.

Because the source I trust told me
without a doubt. Would you stop? Would

stop running?

And tell me who my father really is,
please.

I'm not afraid of the truth.

I'm not afraid of the cancer.

I'm going to beat it.

I have no doubt.

I obviously want you to get better.

The only thing I'm afraid of is not
having the chance to make things right

between us.

Then you could start right now by being
honest with me.

All right.

What did your source say?

He told me my father is involved in
illicit trade.

Bribery, terrorism, Mike's murder.

Mike, your mentor?

What happened? Where is Jay?

Is he dead? No.

Jay is very much alive.

I'm telling you the truth.

I had nothing to do with the LFS or the
Pima 12 attack.

I'm not the monster you think I am. What
about Mike's death?

It's the first I've heard of it. Well,
Senator Lansing, he was shot two feet

from me a few days after speaking with
Mike. Someone is trying to kill the

story. And now they're trying to kill
me. Have you been targeted? Are they

following you? Yes. Then why didn't you
tell me about that? Because I don't

trust you.

I don't know what's the negotiating
point or what's not, not even with your

cancer diagnosis.

And now you want me to play like I'm a
good daughter, like you never abandoned

my mother and me.

I want my father and my life.

But you need to earn it.

And let me start by protecting you
against whoever's coming after you. I

handle it myself. Isabel, the work I do
requires me to swim in murky waters.

I don't deny it. But that doesn't make
me a shark.

I would never, ever do anything to hurt
you.

Quite the opposite.

Man, he's laying it on thick.

Yeah, he wants it to be true.

He needs her to believe it's true.
Whoever it is that sent someone after

must know you're about to publish.

There's a very short list of people who
are threatened by your story, and I can

stop them now.

But I just need for you to... Another
one of your deals?

No. I just need you to stay here until I
can ensure your safety.

It won't take long.

And when I come back...

I'll tell you everything.

Monroe's on the move. You good?

Yeah, why?

Isabel's his daughter. She didn't
disclose. We still trust her? Yeah, I

think she made the connection. I was
after him until tonight. Let's see what

next move is. That's going to tell you
everything you need to know. Need your

help. Get me back up on that roof.

I'll keep eyes on Isabel. You cover
Monroe.

We need to figure out where he's going,
who he's talking to. We'll let him out

of my sight.

I'll call Mosley.

Update him. See how he wants us to play
it from here.

He's going to be pleased.

So is POTUS.

You did good. You found the broker.

Yeah.

Thank you for this, but my father and I
won't be having dinner after all. It's

fine. He's often unpredictable.

Order's up for the guest house. Do you
want to take the phone to go?

No. The bathroom is over there, yeah?
Yes, ma 'am.

Dinner's ready in five, but the others,
no.

Save a plate for me, please, Max.

Neil always grabs seconds while I'm
stuck at the monitors.

Neil always helps me wash up. Sure, but
I hate pruney fingers.

Yeah, hello? Where are you right now?

Mid -Manhattan.

Why? I'm sending you my location,
Payton. It's a little outside of the

Text me when you get to the gate, and
don't let anyone know that you're here.

Exactly who am I walking into?

I found Jay, and we can get him out of
here, but I need your help. Can you

Yeah, on my way.

You pull up along the castle's stone
walls.

I hide in the shadows.

Multiple voices drift from the
guardhouse just beyond the gate. Can I

distinct voices?

Hear how many of them there are?

Roll it.

Thirteen. That's my modifier.

Nineteen. Nice.

As the soldiers talk, you hear three
distinct voices.

So there's at least three guards. There
might be more, just not speaking.

We're getting good at this. Can I hear
what they're saying?

With that 19, you hear.

You sorry lot will be guarding the
king's carriage tomorrow at dawn.

I hope I don't have to remind you how
vital this transport is.

Nothing goes wrong on our watch.

But I don't have a watch.

What do you want to do?

Okay. So, I think I'm going to sneak
into the carriage tonight.

The team leaves with the gold tomorrow.

Dad?

I'm sorry, bud. I think we're going to
have to end our session for the evening.

Because you have to go to work? I do.
There's a client emergency.

Can you pack all this up and get
yourself to bed?

And hey, I promise we're so close to
homecoming Sundays at Wanda's.

What flavor are you going to get?

I'm not a baby.

Am I treating you like one?

You're distracting me.

Lying to me. Okay, okay.

Tell me my lie. That's not your work
bag.

You lie to me about what you do.

What do you think I do?

You're a spy.

You hunt bad guys, and I know it.

Please don't lie again.

How did you find out?

He gave me the wrong key card.

Your goggles.

And you went inside?

There were disguises and you had special
tools and weapons?

And I know you got hurt by somebody bad.

I knew you were too smart to fall for
the tree branch story.

Why did you lie to me?

To keep you safe.

Because you're right.

I am a spy.

And I have a secret identity to protect
us.

From the bad guys?

Yeah, who I swear will never find us.

That's why I have to go and do my job to
stop the bad guys one last time.

of a secret identity.

When I get back, we'll come up with one
just for you.

A one -on -one visit?

At my place?

Who's the special girl now?

Interesting new look.

I appreciate you meeting me so late.
Well, service above all.

Well, which is why I'm here.

Seems I am once again in need of your
services.

Sounds like a scotch conversation.

Yeah, shame.

I still don't drink.

But my terms are simple.

A client of your bank is targeting a
journalist named Isabel de Leon.

And I want you to end it.

You guarantee her safety, I restore my
accounts.

All of them. Isabel must be very
important to warrant such an offer.

So you're screwing her, right?

Ah, you're right. My client's personal
affairs are none of my business. Do we

have a deal or not?

I'm afraid I must reject your offer.

So it is your man going after her. For a
journalist?

Why bother? No one believes the news
anymore. And yet you've already silenced

Mike Fonseca at the financial register
and those he spoke with? Your compliance

officer? Senator Lansing? These are
outrageous accusations.

This story will expose your fuck -up.
And your clients will lose more than

money. And you?

You'll lose. Nothing, because she cannot
publish what she can't verify. Well,

then I'll make sure that Jay Buttrick
speaks to another journalist, but this

time with evidence that a second attack
is coming and that you know enough to

set your bank up to profit.

I'll send his findings to my contacts at
the FBI, and I'll highlight your name

in the report.

You said Mr.

Buttrick was floating in the Atlantic.

I guess his tide came in.

Well, unfortunately, Jacob, service
above all only applies to those who bank

with us, which you no longer do at your
request.

And if I don't serve you and you
threaten me or my clients or my bank...

give you Jay, his life for Isabelle's,
and she won't publish.

That should have been your opening
offer, Jacob.

But it's insufficient now.

You'll regret this, Freya.

To your health.

Have

we come to

terms? I will admit that the job is a
little more complicated than we

anticipated.

We'll agree to the new fees.

Retroactively? Oh, for fuck's sake, just
get it done. And bonus if you can get

it done tonight.

Journalist still the main priority?

Journalist, whistleblower, agent, your
shooter, and Jacob Monroe.

In whatever order you want.

Anyone else who gets in the way is
collateral now.

I don't do collateral.

Make an exception.

Make him afraid.

I'll cover your dry cleaning.

I'll get him. No, babe, I got him. No,
it's fine. I can't sleep in here.

please, please, please.

Stay in bed, all right? You're with
Chase all day. Let me be dad, all right?

It's been every night this week.

These little tenses all... Chase might
not know someone got past the castle

walls, but he senses something's off.

I think it's time we've all moved on.

Just put it behind us.

Like you've done?

You want to tell me why you're not
sleeping, or can I guess?

It's hard to move on when the
investigation's ongoing.

And you've been so concerned for
Chelsea, you've ignored yourself in all

It's okay to be scared.

She seemed okay tonight.

I'm not so sure.

I caught her in the study staring at the
floor.

When? During dinner.

But we talked it out, and I think I gave
her some comfort.

Sounds like a little man could do with
some of that premium comfort.

Yeah, I got to try to get some sleep,
okay?

Yeah.

Give him a kiss for me.

I'm coming, buddy.

I found Jay. He's in a gas house
downstairs.

There are cameras everywhere.

I was able to shut this one off, so
you're going to have to hug the wall to

downstairs. Where are we?

We're in my source's house.

Who's your source?

His name is Jacob Monroe. I think he's
the broker you're after.

He said he had nothing to do with Lypema
12 and that he employed Jay. He didn't

kidnap him. But you found Jay here? Yes.
I found him locked up. So what else is

he lying about? Where's Monroe now? He's
probably on his way back, so we have to

hurry up and get Jay out of there. He'll
know that you helped me.

Good. Do you have a car?

No, don't you?

No. How did you get here? I Ubered.
What? What about Adam? He's unavailable

right now.

Well, all right. He keeps the Bentley in
the north garage, and I know how to get

the key. Okay.

Ben, come to the library. The boss's
daughter just nabbed.

On it.

Camera 6 is down.

Rebooting now.

Give it a look for me, Jeff.

Copy, daughter. On my way. Told you they
had issues.

Code Echo 2, armed intruder at the main
entry. Ben, meet me in the library and

you'll protect the guests. Copy.

Jake, hey, we gotta go. Peter? Let's go.
We gotta move now. Wait, wait, you guys

know about the attack? P -12 attack?
Yeah, you were right. The LFS was funny.

No, no, no, no.

The next one.

What are you talking about? It's
happening again.

Look.

Please, please.

Stay close. Stay quiet. We're going to
the garage, okay?

Let's go.

Jay, stay down.

You good? You okay?

Put some pressure on it. Come on. We're
almost there. You got to stand up,

buddy. Come on.

Let's go.

Stay low.

Peter?

Jay?

Keep pressure on us. I'm gonna go find
Isabel. Okay, smell smoke Yeah, me too

stay put

you

What now?

I think you should call your dad.