All language subtitles for The.Night.Agent.S03E05.1080p.NF.WEBRip.x265-PGW

[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]

[music fades]