Original subtitles

[pensive music playing]

-Who are you? What are you doing here? -Name's Adam.

The president sent me. I'm your new partner.

A domestic employee of the White House

entered the presidential bedroom and attacked the First Lady.

He's got a gun!

[Theo] …thanks to the quick reaction of Agent Chelsea Arrington

for her heroism.

FLOTUS thought he was armed, but there was no indication of a weapon.

No.

-[Jenny] How does Chelsea seem to you? -Fine.

I think the incident created a strain on her.

Why don't we have them over for dinner?

Just the four of us, as a way of saying thank you?

[Isabel] The main donor to your super PAC

was linked to funding the LFS terrorist attack on Pima 12.

I will find out their identity.

You're making a mistake.

[Isabel] Do you think Lansing was talking to the donor?

I think it was a proxy. The senator seemed to be taking direction from him.

-You know who it is, don't you? -I have a theory.

Would you care to share it with me?

[Peter] I don't know the guy's name. Just trying to get one step closer.

[Isabel] I'm not letting you screw me on this.

I'm not trying to.

I'm not letting you or anyone take this away from me.

-[gun firing] -[Isabel screaming]

[Peter] Come on! Go!

-[Peter] Shit. -[Isabel] What?

The brakes are cut. Hold on!

-[gun firing] -[Isabel screaming]

-[gun firing] -Give me your phone.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Peter grunting]

[Peter] Go.

[Isabel panting]

-[gun firing] -[Father grunting]

[music swelling]

[music fades]

[ominous music playing]

[motorcycle engine revving]

[car doors opening, closing]

One more moment, sir. The perimeter is almost clear.

Appreciate the detour. And sorry again to throw you guys a curveball.

It's not a problem, sir.

[cell phone vibrating]

Any idea how long you'll be, sir?

Theo's asking, which means your wife's asking.

Not long. Tell her to, uh, vamp for a little while. Keep the crowd warm.

Copy. She'll love that.

-[knocking on window] -[car door opening]

[door creaking]

[door creaking closed]

If you think this means I'm gonna call you "sir" now,

you can forget it.

All due respect, sir,

cut the shit.

[Adam chuckling]

It's good to see you, Richie. It's been a long time.

-You too, buddy. -I almost missed you.

Getting sentimental in your old age?

You're lucky you got your posse here,

'cause I can still kick your ass if I need to.

-Can we talk in private? -You tell me.

All clear. We'll be outside if you need us, sir.

Thanks, Patterson.

No heavy artillery stashed anywhere, huh?

Surprised. That's not like you.

Maybe I can hide better than your dogs can seek.

That said, I was under the impression

no one knew where this place was, including presidents.

Yeah, well, as luck would have it, a lot of new information

has come across my desk recently.

Like the fact that my old commanding officer

spent 12 years doing paramilitary operations for the CIA.

Well, it was need-to-know, and your ass didn't need to know.

All right, I get it, but I know now.

Okay, so I'm guessing this is a job offer, so I'm gonna stop you there.

[Adam smacking lips]

-No. -No?

No. I spent nearly 20 years kicking down doors for Uncle Sam.

I wasn't forced out. It was time. I made my peace with it.

You sure? Your résumé…

[exhaling sharply] "Impressive" would be an understatement.

[Adam] Oh, you think that's why I did it?

To impress knucklehead presidents?

You could've commissioned as a second lieutenant.

Instead, you enlisted and chose infantry

because you didn't think that you deserved anyone's respect

unless you started at the bottom with the rest of us grunts.

It's why the boys never gave you shit after you mustanged.

We knew you couldn't buy that kind of integrity, or fake it.

So you're my shrink now.

Why are you dead set on turning this down before you hear what I'm asking?

[Adam] You remember what I used to tell you?

Generals question so we don't have to.

We take the answers we're given.

Yeah, well, now it's me the generals question.

Look… what I'm trying to say is that

the deeper that I get into this job, the more I learn, the more…

I fear.

I could use a friend around me.

I appreciate it. I do.

But, uh, White House shit, no, man.

No. I'd be bored out of my skull.

Trust me, what I'm talking about isn't that.

[tense music swelling]

[opening theme music playing]

[Adam] Oh, good timing. Hot off the presses.

[Peter sighing]

-Where are we? -Safe. I own this place.

What happened?

[Isabel] He saved our lives.

You didn't tell me you had a partner.

You okay?

Better, as long as I'm awake.

All I see is Senator Lansing getting shot right in front of me.

Sounds like you two had a real one yesterday.

Yeah.

Imagine my relief hearing you didn't kill the senator.

[flashlight clicking]

Well, there's a hell of an investigation going on now.

People wanna know what happened. What's the last thing you remember?

The car wreck.

We were in the woods. There was a shooter. Right?

-You get him? -[Adam] I winged him.

He ran off. You get a good look at him?

It was blurry, but if I saw him again, I'd definitely remember him.

Do you think it's the same guy from Vernon's house?

Like, he followed us?

Maybe, yeah.

-Oh shit. -[Adam] Easy. You're probably concussed.

No, dude, our stuff. We left it at the lodge.

Relax. I took care of it. I swept the room. It's clean.

You're welcome, by the way.

Adam thinks he found a useful connection in the SARs,

maybe a way for us to put it all together.

Let's hope so. But Peter and I, we gotta debrief, right?

Fancy a walk? Get your bearings?

[door creaking]

Thank you.

Probably should've told you earlier, but…

Ask it.

How'd you know where I was?

I tailed you from the minute we left the diner.

-I never saw you. -Yeah?

And you're trained to, right? Fancy that.

-[sighing] -Why'd you follow me?

[Adam sighing]

The president doesn't know what you're up to,

which is, uh… It's kind of funny when you think about it.

Night Action,

conducting the country's most sensitive investigations,

comprised of only the president's most trusted intelligence officers

keeping the kinds of secrets

that can tear this country apart if they came to light.

In the middle of that is an agent

the president doesn't know if he can trust,

someone who claims to be, uh, integral to the mission's success.

That's…

funny.

Wish it wasn't me. Trust me.

You wanna tell me how you got yourself in that position?

You're asking if I'm compromised? If The Broker owns me?

We had nothing, Adam.

Nothing.

No leads, no hope.

And Foxglove, the chemical weapon, it was still out there.

We didn't know what they were gonna do with it.

We didn't know who their targets were. We knew nothing.

But he knew, and I got him to tell me. Let's just say that intel wasn't free.

Sacrificial lamb. Hmm?

All right.

And you think this Broker guy, he did Pima 12?

Jay finds a financial link to the attack,

and then this guy snatches him two weeks later?

It's not a coincidence.

Now look, I'm the only one who's seen this Broker face-to-face.

Hold on.

[Peter breathing heavily]

I'm the only one who's dealt with him directly.

Everything that's happened, all of it…

it's on me.

No, it is. I need to fix it.

That is one way to look at it, yeah.

You know, when I was in the army,

one of our Special Forces ODAs out on patrol

chased a target into the village. They got themselves pinned down.

[sighing] And instead of waiting for backup from the QRF,

they decided to maneuver on their own.

And five men lost their lives over that call.

Senseless deaths, all due to impatience.

Moral of the story?

Support exists for a reason.

Teams exist for a reason.

And ignoring that fact only puts more lives at risk.

I don't give a fuck if it was your fault or not.

[dramatic music playing]

That still doesn't mean it's on you alone.

'Cause that is not how things get done in this line of work.

You wanna know why I agreed to be a night agent?

'Cause when Hagan looked me in the eye

and he told me he needed my help exercising better judgment,

I knew exactly what that meant.

'Cause these are not easy decisions we have to make.

You do it as a team.

-Wait, so you knew Hagan? -Yeah.

Before this?

Since basic.

So when he asks something of me, I take it seriously.

And this week, he asked me to report back not only on the status of this mission,

but also on the character of the agent assigned to it.

What's your assessment?

Eh, I'll let you know when I make it.

Fair enough.

Okay. What do we do now?

Oh, no, this is still your op. I'm not here to take that from you.

Chain of command, that is sacred.

So, what do you wanna do now?

[music fades]

[engine shutting off]

You stay here. I won't be long.

I don't understand.

Why aren't you just going to a hospital?

It's just a bad scratch.

Tree branch got me.

You know what I always say about being self-reliant, right?

"If you can fix a problem on your own, it's best not to burden others."

That's right. And people need to rely on doctors and nurses

for real emergencies if they need help.

I can patch myself up.

This is what I get for not being mindful of my surroundings.

-You understand? -Yes.

Good.

Now, you stay here and read your book until I get back.

Okay?

[car beeping]

[Father grunting]

[Father sighing]

[tense music playing]

[ominous music playing]

Every shell company that had a transaction that lined up with the LFS crypto wallet

was incorporated in the state of New Jersey

by the same registered agent, Adele Morse.

-[Isabel] We should talk to her. -Already did.

Turns out she was paid to look the other way by an Atlantic City casino,

Seaside Palace, owned by a guy named, uh, David Hutson.

No way.

You know him? That name sounds familiar.

David Hutson's the guy that Lansing went to talk to

that night that I followed him.

[Isabel] There. I knew I knew that name.

David Hutson, co-founder of Heroes In Healing,

charity for injured veterans.

Care to fill me in?

Yeah, that's Lansing's biggest campaign contributor.

It also showed up in Jay's SARs.

It's gotta be him. That's the guy Lansing was protecting.

He's the one funding Raúl Zapata.

The Broker operates through proxies.

If this guy manages the money, we get The Broker's entire financial network.

Whatever you're gonna do, do it quickly.

Because Hutson's private jet just filed a flight plan.

He's planning on leaving the country today.

Let's get to the casino, then.

Find anything we can to piece this together before Hutson disappears.

All right, I'll get us geared up.

[pensive music playing]

Hey, we'll drop you someplace safe until we get this guy.

Just get a new phone so we can keep in touch, okay?

-I'll be fine. -Isabel.

Just drop me off at work.

The sooner I finish the story, the sooner this all comes to light.

That's when we'll all be safe.

Okay.

[tense music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[car horns honking]

-Chelsea Arrington. -Hey, back off!

You're Chelsea Arrington with the Secret Service.

-I said back off! -You killed my brother.

I saw the press conference. Brian was my brother.

He took care of his family. He had a wife and kids.

-I'm aware. -Then why'd you kill him?

-What are you trying to cover up? -Nothing.

He'd never do those things you accused him of.

He loved his job. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Tell me what really happened.

Please.

Look, there… there's nothing more I can say. Okay?

He attacked the First Lady.

He did.

No, you're lying.

I'm not. I saw it.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

He was innocent!

That was all. He didn't follow from there,

but he knew exactly who I was, thanks to that press conference.

Damn it.

POTUS knows better than to put an agent in that situation.

Look, Benny's out sick today. Why don't you take monitors?

Take it a bit easier.

I'd rather help with the investigation, sir.

It's not on protective detail to do that.

Still, if I'm gonna be at a desk all day, let me put my energy to use.

They learn anything yet?

Just some weird deposits in his bank statements.

The last one was the day before the attack.

The investigation is ongoing. If there's something, they'll find it.

Can I at least take a look?

I mean, if anything, my time on FLOTUS's detail could provide useful context.

And best case, I find something helpful for her protection.

Fine. I'll get you a copy.

But anything you dig up, it comes straight back to me.

Understood.

Yeah, copy that. Will do.

So, what's the move?

Mosley gave us approval to collect any intel directly connected to Hutson,

but only Hutson.

So let's go in, blend in, look around,

see if we can find something that points us to where he is.

But if we get caught, Mosley says he doesn't know us.

Oh, I've heard that before. Bosses usually mean it.

[suspenseful music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[patrons cheering]

[sounds distorting]

[Peter breathing heavily]

Hey. You okay?

Yeah.

-Yeah, my head is just… -Let's get you somewhere quiet.

-Take a seat. Come on. -I… I'm fine.

I don't mind you lying to yourself. I'd appreciate you not lying to me.

-Just take a seat and take a breath. -We don't have time for this.

Hey, getting yourself killed over the job is not gonna help anybody, believe me.

I've known a lot of people over the years who thought it would.

There was a time when I thought the same thing too,

and in the end, that is what sealed it for me.

I had to leave.

-So why'd you come back? -Honestly?

Man, I love the work.

I was lying to myself, thinking I wouldn't miss it.

What was I gonna do anyway, right?

A man needs a purpose.

You have a family?

No, I wanted to but never got that lucky.

Tell you what though, being a man with no purpose besides his job

surely helped me understand how a person can end up like that.

See, a gambler, they can justify any loss

if they believe they still have time to make it back.

Now, you and me, we do the same thing. We just call it work ethic.

That bad feeling doesn't hit you till you find yourself out of time,

and then you think about the life you could've had

if you'd just made different choices.

-Why are you telling me all this, Adam? -Kept you in your seat, didn't it?

[Peter scoffing]

Afternoon, gentlemen. Looks like you could use some company.

-I-- -Live a little.

Pay the man. Let's go.

Twenty-five a hand.

What do you see?

Nothing. Nothing. Isabel was right.

-[Adam] About what? -[Peter] This operation.

Any one of these people could walk in here with a bunch of cash,

lose it on purpose to fund a terrorist organization.

[dealer] Fourteen.

[dealer] Twenty-four. Bust.

-Eight. -Come on.

[dealer] Seventeen.

Nine. Nineteen.

Better luck next time.

All right, let me ask you something. Uh…

You know, it feels kind of dead in here. Is there a busy hour?

We do our best to cater to locals,

but most of our action comes from sports betting at the horse track.

All the high rollers go through the owner's lounge

just to rub shoulders with the boss.

The owner's lounge? Is, uh… Is the boss here right now?

[dealer] Never misses a race.

[suspenseful music playing]

We'll split up. Go comms-on for this.

If Hutson is really at the racetrack,

this might be our only opportunity to get to his personal office.

-Ever used one of those before? -Yeah. Well, maybe.

Just gotta remind me which side the bagel goes in.

Just connect it to his computer, and we'll be able to completely clone it.

-That mean you're going after him? -Yeah, I got his cell phone number.

If I can get close enough, I can remotely clone it.

At the very least mirror it long enough to get something useful. Let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

Let me know when you got eyes.

[Peter] Just give me a second.

[inaudible]

Yeah, I see him. He's with his wife.

Doesn't look like he's getting ready to flee the country.

Good.

Keep him there.

[door access beeps]

[indistinct chatter]

[Peter] Bluetooth exploit is connected.

It's downloading now, but it's gonna take me a second at this range.

Can you get any closer?

[Peter] Not really.

You in the office yet?

Impatience kills.

Yeah, but sometimes it can save your ass.

[beeps]

Oh, hey. Do you mind if I…

-[guard] Oh yeah. -[Adam] Yeah, yeah.

Oh, seriously?

-[guard] Watch what you're doing! -[Adam] My bad.

I got something for that. I'll dab you down.

-I'll dab you down. -I got it, man!

It's gonna stain. I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, man. I-- That's…

[chuckling]

[door closing]

-[Peter] Everything okay over there? -It's just business as usual.

You notice anything about the kind of security they got in this place?

Other than the venue security, looks like Hutson has his own team in play.

Wonderful. Looks like they're back here too.

-What's that tell you? -Things can get ugly pretty quick.

This isn't working. I gotta get closer.

-It's taking too long. -[Adam] All right, careful.

We definitely can't outgun them.

[door closing]

Back hallway clear. Copy.

[suspenseful music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[waitress] Can I help you, sir?

Yeah. Uh, I'm just waiting on a friend.

The tables are reserved,

but you're more than welcome to wait at the bar.

Sorry.

[tense music playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

Shit.

[softly] Impatience kills.

[Adam sighing]

[sighing]

[Adam] I'm in the office.

Computer's copying.

[Peter] Something's up.

-[Adam] You get the phone? -Not yet. It's taking too long.

But I can see his texts. I think he's headed your way.

Then we got nothing. You gotta stall him.

[Mary] Yeah, you can just leave it on my desk.

I'll get to it after my break. Yeah, give me about an hour.

Gonna lose him, Adam.

What's your status?

[drink pouring]

[bottle clanging]

I can't. Just get out of there, now.

Shit.

Hey, excuse me. Mr. Hutson. Sorry.

I don't wanna take up too much of your time.

I just, uh… I wanted to say, your work with Heroes In Healing, your charity?

Look, my brother, he was a veteran who was injured, um, on active duty.

The road to recovery has been really hard, and, um…

I just…

Look, what-- Sorry.

What I'm trying to say is that your work, your charity's work,

my family really appreciates it.

And I know my brother appreciates it. And I just wanted to say, uh…

I wanted to say thank you.

Uh, what's his name?

Your brother.

Solomon.

His name's, uh, Solomon.

Well, you give, uh, Solomon my best. And thank him for his service.

Yeah, of cour-- Uh, thank you, thank you.

Yeah. Sorry.

[suspenseful music continues]

Adam, I got the phone. Forget the computer.

Just get out of there. He's headed to you with security.

[door opening]

-[Hutson] I keep you waiting too long? -Actually, you did.

-How come? -Some asshole wasting my time.

[Mary] Hmm.

Well, I hope you used it to think how you'll make it up to me.

[Hutson] Actually…

you were all I could think about.

[Mary chuckling]

[Hutson] Wish I could take you with me.

Well, you'll just have to make this one count then, won't you?

[both chuckling softly]

Seriously?

Just give me… Just give me a minute.

That's not helping, Adam.

I'm gonna try something.

[both breathing heavily]

[Peter] Hold on.

[softly] …015-1443.

…1443.

2…

[softly] Thought you should see this.

I just tried something.

I mean, it's… it's a Hail Mary,

but if this doesn't work, then I got nothing, man.

[both moaning]

[Pam] I know you are with Mary. Get up here right now!

It worked. Get out now.

[cell phone vibrating]

Oh shit.

What's wrong?

-[belt clattering] -[pants zipping]

[Hutson] I'll call you later.

[footsteps receding]

[door opening]

[door closing]

[suspenseful music swelling]

This one's taken.

[Mary] Security!

Shit.

Oh shit!

[door closing]

Fuck it.

[intense music playing]

-That's him! -Oh shit.

[indistinct chatter over radio]

Hey, Adam.

Everything okay? What's going on?

-[guard grunting] -[guard 2 grunting, groaning]

[guard 2 yelling]

[sighing] You there?

-Yeah, yeah. You good? -[Adam] I'm gonna need an assist.

I just bought myself some space, but they'll be calling backup.

Where? Where are you?

Couldn't get back through the front.

[door creaking, closing]

I'm headed to the stables.

Stables.

[horse snorting]

[guard] Hey!

Stop!

Down on the ground.

Drop the object.

Hands wide.

[horse whinnying]

-[guard] Don't move or this gets worse. -You're the boss.

[suspenseful music swelling]

[handcuffs clattering]

[guard grunting, groaning]

-Hey, you good? -[Adam] I've been better.

[Peter] Okay.

[Adam grunting]

[keys jangling]

[guard 2 over radio] We got no visual on him in the east hallway.

[suspenseful music swelling]

[Peter grunting]

[guard 3] Oh, jeez!

[guard 3 grunting, groaning]

[body thudding]

[both breathing heavily]

-Thanks. -Yeah.

[Adam breathing heavily]

So what was going on in that office?

I'll tell you when you're older.

[horse whinnying]

-[Mosley] What's the update? -We didn't exactly get caught.

-But… -Tell me it wasn't a shitshow.

We cloned his phone and his computer. Complete copies.

He didn't catch us, but he knows something's up.

If this spooked him, we could lose our window.

I don't think it can wait till we're back.

Send everything here. I'll have the techs go through it immediately.

It's on the way.

Let's hope that was worth it.

[car engine revving]

[tense music playing]

[highlighter clattering]

[papers rustling]

[highlighter clicking]

-[keyboard clacking] -[mouse clicking]

[inaudible]

[papers rustling]

[mouse clicking]

[keyboard clacking]

[keyboard clacking]

[inaudible]

[sinister music playing]

-[music fades] -[hangers clattering]

[Theo] Hey.

I am so sorry. I heard what happened. You gotta believe, the last--

I know the press conference wasn't your idea.

Just following shitty orders.

Still, I know you're the one with the gun and all,

and you could probably kick my ass, but I should be protecting you.

I don't want my job to get in the way of us.

It won't happen again.

[Chelsea sighing] I'm fine.

You still wanna go to that dinner, right?

Like, this could be huge for us.

Yeah. I'm just trying to figure out what to wear

and how to pretend like there's nothing going on.

What do you mean?

They told you to put my name out there. Put the spotlight on me.

Did it ever make you wonder why?

Look, they wanted to show their appreciation.

You are a hero.

There's a lot of weirdness around this.

Patterson's letting me help with the investigation,

and I'm seeing things that don't make sense.

Contradictions.

What if she's hiding something?

What if she's not?

No, this could all just be a misunderstanding, right?

Theo, I really need you on my side for this, okay?

I am. I…

I always am. I'm sorry. Uh… [sighing]

Whatever it is, I'm sure you'll figure it out.

How about the black dress?

Not too formal?

I mean, I'm basically engaged to Lady James Bond.

-You can pull it off. -[chuckling]

Okay, we're gonna unpack that later.

-Yeah. I love you. -[chuckling]

[car horn honking]

Hey.

I know that was scary, and you were very brave.

[Father breathing heavily, wincing]

How about an extra hour of video games?

[Son] Oh, okay.

[TV chiming]

Put these on so you don't bother the neighbors.

I'm gonna make a few work calls, all right?

Okay.

[door opening]

[door closing]

[tense music playing]

[Father groaning]

[groaning, breathing rapidly]

[Father groaning, grunting]

[Father moaning]

[groaning, grunting]

[tense music swelling]

-[Hagan] Oh jeez. -[all laughing]

[Jenny] To this day, he likes to pretend that he was not nervous.

Because that's not what happened.

He denies it, but I've got the receipts.

Well, that is the secret to being president.

-Deny everything. -[both chuckling]

He wore this blue oxford I picked out as a birthday gift for him the year before.

He knew I loved how it looked on him,

so he wore it to stack the deck in his favor.

But when I tell you that by the time he got down on one knee,

it was pools of sweat.

-[Theo chuckling] -She's exaggerating.

His armpits and his collar and his back--

It completely ruined the shirt. It's unwearable now.

[all laughing]

Oh, that you laugh at, huh? Presidential humiliation?

I am the commander-in-chief of the military.

I have the nuclear codes.

Oh, won't happen again, sir. [chuckling]

That settles the centuries-old debate

of whether or not Secret Service agents have a sense of humor.

Oh, are you kidding? Chelsea's a riot when she's not solving mysteries.

[Jenny] Oh, what do you mean?

Nothing.

No, don't be shy. It's serious dedication.

Ever since the whole thing-- What--

Sorry.

Oh, it's okay.

You don't have to dance around it on my account.

After all, this dinner is a thank you for what you did.

Is there news?

No. I've just offered to help with the investigation.

Um, it's typically a different division that handles that,

but I figure the more I'm in the loop, the better protection I can provide.

See? Dedication. [chuckling]

[Hagan] I wish I could offer some help.

I recognized the guy from the kitchen staff,

but he never seemed off to me.

[Jenny] Yeah, same.

I mean, we spoke briefly from time to time in passing,

but nothing significant.

A friendly hello here and there, but I think that was it.

Yeah, well, don't worry about it.

Um, didn't mean to darken the mood. [chuckling]

No. [chuckling]

[Chelsea] I'll be right back. Ladies' room.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Hagan] I am gonna eat this dessert…

[sinister music playing]

What are you doing in here?

-Everything okay? -Yeah, I just…

[music fades]

I just needed to stand in this space again. I'm sorry. I…

I just can't help thinking what could I have done differently

so that we'd have more answers.

When I read about what you did at Camp David, I, uh…

I knew you were a cut above the rest.

The number of lives that you saved that day…

Exercising that kind of judgment under pressure,

it doesn't come easy to most.

So don't beat yourself up for acting on instinct.

Your instinct saves lives.

Who knows what this guy would've done if he was given the chance?

[Hagan sighing]

That's why I insisted on keeping you on my family's detail in the first place.

I needed someone like you protecting what I value most in this world.

-[pensive music playing] -[sighing]

And what do you know? It's already paid off tenfold.

-How is she? -[Hagan] Hmm.

Stronger than me, that's for sure.

Back to dinner, then?

[train tracks rattling]

[music fades]

-You ever relax? -It shouldn't be taking this long, Adam.

[cell phone vibrating]

Uh, yeah, Deputy Director?

We got him. David Hutson.

Or should I say Diego Morales?

He was arrested on the tarmac this evening.

So Hutson's an alias?

Been living in the country under a fake identity for over a decade.

Building political connections, greasing palms, exerting influence.

And Senator Lansing wasn't the only politician he was friendly with.

How's that possible?

You show up with enough money, people don't care where it came from,

only how it can help them.

DHS confirmed he's had past ties to Raúl Zapata himself,

corroborated by the data gathered from his phone and computer.

We got him on money laundering and conspiracy to finance terrorism.

All off the evidence you two brought in today.

Excellent job.

Yeah, great. What about the, uh, The Broker? Is there a connection there?

[Mosley] Well, that's the bad news.

Nothing in the evidence currently suggests any involvement with your white whale.

That can't be right. They've gotta be working together.

[Mosley] Thanks to the accounting records you recovered,

we found some of the same shell companies from the SARs

hidden in their expense reports.

All phony invoices, but a direct line of money

flowing from the casino to every one of the companies who funded the attack.

It's all there in black and white.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean The Broker still can't be behind it.

Can we interrogate Hutson? Get him to talk?

He lawyered up pretty quickly, so it's up to a federal prosecutor.

Doesn't mean it's a dead end. Just gonna take time.

Great. Tell that to Jay.

[Mosley] I'm not closing the Night Action.

You just need to find another way to get him and find Jay. More when I have it.

[pensive music playing]

He's not wrong, you know. It's one battle, not the war,

but, uh, we had a win today.

Yeah, so why doesn't it feel like it?

Because you keep moving the goalposts on yourself.

Take a beat.

We'll attack this again tomorrow.

I gotta check in with Hagan.

-What are you gonna tell him? -The truth.

That you're a dedicated agent who puts his job first,

and we're lucky to have you on our side.

But you need a fucking vacation.

[Peter chuckling]

See you later.

[Adam] Eh.

[Monroe] Thanks, Dani.

Are you finding the living quarters to your liking?

If I said no, would that change anything?

What did you wanna see me about?

You couldn't possibly have finished already.

No, uh, actually, it's something else.

Um, the crypto wallet that the LFS was using,

I didn't pay it much attention the last couple days,

but when I looked at it again today to see if I'd missed anything,

I found that there's been several new deposits made this week.

-Just like before. -And?

[Jay] You gotta understand, this wallet was dormant for years

until I found those transactions that matched it to the SARs.

And then two weeks later, they shot a plane out of the sky.

So if they're moving more money in now, then that means…

-They're planning something else. -Yeah.

If the timeline of the deposit matches the first attack,

then we got less than a week before whatever it is happens.

[suspenseful music playing]

[music fades]

[sighing] That went well, right?

I feel like that went well.

It's like we're actually in the First Family's social circle.

Babe?

Give me a sec. There's something I need to follow up on for work

that I forgot about until just now.

[Theo] You're still working?

It's the dedication you love so much.

-I'll be right in. -All right.

[cell phone vibrating]

[Peter groaning]

-Chelsea? -[Chelsea] Peter, hey. You got a second?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, what's up?

This is gonna sound weird,

but the other day when you asked me about the Hagans,

you said, "when nobody's watching."

What did you mean by that?

It was just something I was working on. It was nothing.

Okay, what are you working on?

[Peter] I can't really tell you.

-You sure? -[Peter] Yeah.

Yeah, the…

Why'd you call me, Chelsea?

I think there's something weird going on with the president and First Lady.

And… I really shouldn't be saying anything about this either,

but I think maybe you're the only person I can really talk to about this.

I'm listening.

I'm wondering if what you're working on is connected to what's going on here.

[suspenseful music playing]

-[keyboard clacking] -[cell phone vibrating]

Hey. I saw the arrest on the news. I'm just finishing up writing my--

[Peter] Hey, can you meet? Now?

What's wrong?

Nothing with the casino points to The Broker that I'm after.

[Isabel] What broker?

The guy that I've been chasing. The… the guy who took Jay.

Nothing with the casino evidence is gonna help us get close to him.

So, we need to go back through everything. We missed something.

We did go over everything.

Every company Jay flagged for funding terrorism was accounted for.

What about the company Corepoint Dynamics?

Does that sound familiar to you?

Yeah, what about it?

Tonight, I got a call from a friend of mine in the Secret Service

who said a shell company called Corepoint Dynamics

has been making reoccurring payments to the guy that attacked the First Lady.

We missed something big.

Okay, meet me at my office.

[cell phone clattering]

Take a look at these names and see if anything jumps out at you.

What is all this?

A couple years back, I started investigating this web of businesses

that were all wrapped up in this weird management structure.

Some looked legit, others not so much.

But it all seemed to exist for the sole purpose

of deliberately hiding what the businesses were for and who owned them.

So they were covering something up?

Not just something, everything.

It was all so intentionally convoluted,

there was no way to tell what they were hiding.

I got nowhere, and then a few days ago,

one of the companies shows up in a suspicious activity report

handed to me by Jay.

The company wasn't linked to the crypto wallet,

so I thought it was completely unrelated.

[suspenseful music continues]

No, this is definitely the company that paid for the White House attacker.

-Who owns it? -That's the thing. There's no way to tell.

Corepoint is just one company.

One cell in a series LLC, owned by an anonymous trust.

Nobody goes through all that unless they need to be certain

their name will never be attached to it.

Why was the original SAR filed again?

Suspicious wire transfer.

"Transaction with no apparent economic business or lawful purpose."

So why didn't the bank do anything about it?

All a bank has to do is file a SAR and their hands are clean,

no matter how much dirty money runs through it.

It's FinCEN's job to investigate it.

Unless somebody at FinCEN gets paid to kill the investigation.

Jay's boss.

No way.

What?

KinCare Trust. A year ago, when we were first looking into The Broker,

this company name kept showing up.

We tried to look into it, but it dissolved overnight.

If this is all the same guy, like you're saying, this is The Broker.

This is him.

This is who has Jay.

Okay.

I have a source that might be able to shed some light on this.

-Who? -A contact from a while ago.

He won't speak on the record,

but he's helped me ID a few things in the past.

It's not too late. I can head over there 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.

Okay. You sure?

Yeah. I'll fill you in tomorrow.

All right.

-I'll see you tomorrow. -[Isabel] Mm-hmm.

Be safe, please.

That sounds good.

Yeah, let's stay on it, see how it develops?

All right, great. Thanks, Adam. Appreciate it.

[Jenny] Good news?

[Hagan] Yes. Going over a few details on the LFS case with Adam,

but, uh, so far so good.

That's great. I mean, an arrest this quickly, that's great for you.

Sounds like this might be related to Senator Lansing's death.

-It's turning into quite the rabbit hole. -Related as in not a hunting accident?

[Hagan] Mm-hmm.

You think the LFS is responsible for that too?

[Hagan] Maybe.

If Zapata's targeting elected officials,

maybe Kimbal's right and we should escalate.

No.

We'll know more soon. I'm not gonna jump the gun

and be the president who started another pointless war.

[both sighing]

What are you working on?

I'm just going over the donor list for this year's charity event.

Which reminds me, I see Jacob Monroe's name.

This investigation into him, I mean, is it really that bad?

He's been a major donor for years. The resources he's brought us.

-If I take him off-- -Honey, honey, listen. Listen.

The investigation into him and the one into the terrorist attack

are currently one and the same.

What?

I didn't wanna say anything 'cause I didn't wanna worry you.

And what are you saying now?

I'm saying that man and his money

might very well be wrapped up in financing the LFS.

So until my guys on the ground tell me otherwise, absolutely no contact.

You and I both need to forget that he ever existed.

He has never been anything more than a forgettable face in the crowd.

Do you understand?

Of course.

[suspenseful music playing]

[siren wailing in distance]

[indistinct chatter]

[man speaking indistinctly]

[siren wailing in distance]

[car horn honking]

[sinister music playing]

[inaudible]

[suspenseful music swelling]

[music fades]

[ending theme music playing]

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