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Once you start the car, put it in
neutral.

Tap the brake twice.

Press the volume control three times.

You're looking at the best tramp money
can buy.

RFID safe.

X -ray won't penetrate.

You could add a nuke in there and nobody
would have known nothing.

Just because I'm Middle Eastern, you
think I'm smuggling a nuke?

Unlock your doors and trunk, please.

Where are you heading tonight, sir?

A climate change conference in Chicago.

This gas guzzler?

ID, please.

Wait here a sec.

Nikki? Yeah. Border patrol's on the
line. A POI hit at the Champlain border

crossing.

Hey. Yeah, we got it. Should we detain
him, ma 'am?

How fast can you reroute us, Natalie?

I'll give me 60 seconds.

You'll get 30.

Yeah, let him through. We'll keep an eye
out.

Free to go.

And, sir?

Welcome to America.

It's all that I have to do.

Three -bedroom?

Sounds expensive.

I was saying it's exciting. When do we
meet the realtor?

Katie? I think I'm losing you. I'm
headed in the elevator.

Yeah, I... Evening.

Evening.

I change it every week.

Thanks for telling me.

Sorry. Must have slipped my mind.

Oh, arriving together.

What is this, a sleepover?

Gina, you have something for us?

Yes, this is Omar Hayel, freelance
courier, shuttles weapons and other

contraband for everyone from Iran to
ISIS.

And lucky us, he just crossed into our
border with unknown cargo.

Surveillance satellite tracked him to a
motel in Plattsburgh.

Appears to be holed up for the night.

Who the hell let him in?

I did, Bill.

Sorry. All due respect, why?

Known weapons smuggler carrying God
knows what, shouldn't we?

Scoop him up before something goes boom?
He's just the bag man. I want to know

who's expecting a bag and what's in it.
Yeah, exactly.

You don't arrest the postman if you want
to catch the Unibomber.

Local PD is sitting on the perimeter
right now, but they'll only move if he

bolts. I'll talk to Counterterrorism and
see what they've got on Hiale.

Okay. All right.

I'm driving, by the way. I'd quite like
to get there this year.

Do you have a license?

This is the guy here, isn't it? Yeah.

What was his name?

Officer Malloy.

Officer Malloy?

No. Hey, can you tell us what you saw,
mate?

The guy?

Checked in the room 118 last night.

No one's come in or out since.

Thanks a lot to you guys.

Stay warm.

Bye.

Be comfortable.

You'll be watching that door a while.

You watch.

I plan on listening.

I assume you have a warrant for that.

What's a warrant?

Oh, now he's getting it. Yeah, hold
that.

Hey, Omar Hayel.

Who's he working with? Right, Hayel.

So, do you have to be strictly
freelance?

DHL for the damned. But now get this,
our sources say he's on contract with

Lebanese military.

Why does Lebanon need someone like him?
Do you follow baseball?

Not really.

It's a beautiful game. It's a perfect
metaphor for international security. If

you want to go to a game sometime...
Kevin. Yeah. The point.

Lebanon's in a rebuilding phase.

They're desperate for new prospects.

Historically, they don't operate outside
the Middle East, just listening and

surveillance. Defensive specialists.

But Hial signals an intent to change the
face of the franchise.

They're not looking to play defense
anymore. They want to score.

Big time.

They're not just listening anymore.
They're planning an attack.

Grand slam.

You waiting for me to say that was
pretty slick? Oh, I think the slickness

self -evident.

Debatable.

Want me a protein bar?

All organic.

100 % bioavailable plant protein.

Yeah, I'm good, thanks. I prefer my
nutrition processed and carcinogenic,

you.

You want to answer that?

Not particularly.

My fiance, Katie.

We're supposed to go condo hunting this
week. Third time I've canceled.

I only know so many synonyms for I'm
sorry.

You're engaged.

How am I only just learning this?

Well, maybe if you ever ask me a single
personal question.

Have you been married?

No.

No. If you have someone you care about,
then you have a weakness, and weakness

gets you killed.

But...

Congratulations. You got company.

Philippine case?

Yeah.

Delivering a poison.

You speak Arabic?

Pretty slick, huh?

Untraceable on tox report.

Instantly deadly.

For a hit, Anna.

Who is that?

Okay, let's just keep eyes on her. See
if she leads us somewhere.

Nope, not waiting.

You're under arrest.

Wait, wait.

Who are you?

My name is Mona Azar. I'm an
intelligence officer for the Lebanese

I want to defect.

Sit.

You talk like a man with significant
rage issues.

You should look into that. You say you
wanted the fact. We're going to need an

explanation.

Who are you guys anyway?

You, your FBI posture is a dead
giveaway.

But you, doubles.

You're trouble.

What kind, I wonder?

You're right.

He is FBI.

Which means he can arrest you here for
these two murders. So, Bill, why don't

you go and call it in?

Happily.

Wait, no.

Hold on.

I work for the Ducey and Puro.

What, your second bureau?

Mm -hmm.

It's the Black Ops wing of the Lebanese
military.

They sent me here to take out a target
in New York, but I got cold feet.

I'm done killing for the state.

Could have fooled me.

Omar Hayal, was he your target?

No. Hayal was my ride.

So who was your target, then? Your
original mission?

I was supposed to meet my contact
tonight to get the details.

His name is Khalil Malib.

Director of the Levant Cultural Exchange
in Astoria.

Mona Azar's story checks out. Her
contact, Khalil Malib, who countered

terrorism, has been watching him for
years.

They think he's using this cultural
center as a recruitment hub for

recruits Americans with Middle Eastern
roots.

We have nothing concrete on Malib. He
keeps his hands clean. He is totally

insulated. He's insulated from us and
not from Mona.

Protocol says we take defectors to
Langley for debrief, but if she misses

meet with Malib, Beirut will just find
another assassin and go ahead with the

hit. Right, so we use her as bait, take
her to that meeting, we stay in the

loop, make a bigger play.

Exactly. If we play this right, we don't
just stop this attack.

We dismantle their entire network.

You're so tense.

If you uncuff me, I can give you a
shoulder up. You touch me, I'm adding a

to the double homicide charge.

Relax.

I'm on your side now. You're not on my
anything.

Those guys under a sheet back there,
they were on your side. And you killed

them. My craft isn't a religion.

It's a game.

I played for my team. You caught me.

Now I switch jerseys and play for yours.

It's spending life in prison.

Or worse, Plattsburgh.

I bet you spent your whole life being a
good boy, following the rules.

Why are you so angry?

She's got you pecked, Bill.

It picked up a tail.

Black SUV.

Okay, Bill, get ready to engage.

Hold on, everybody.

Go, go, go, go.

Down, down, get down.

How the hell did they find her?

Your shoulder.

You need stitches.

I'm fine.

Some more of your friends?

No. No idea who they are.

I swear.

Alright, thanks, Nikki.

Nikki knew how they tracked her?

Officer Malloy.

The cop watching the motel. He never
clocked out of his shift. Apparently

found his car in the bottom of a ditch.

Found him.

Broke him.

Yeah, he must have given them our
plates.

Both these cars are shot anyway. We
better move.

They might have backup right behind
them. Nikki just told me her ex

got a vacation home a couple of miles up
the road. She said to make our way

there, lay low, and await further
orders. So come on.

Let me guess, another cleanup crew?

Yep.

Any luck identifying the hit team? Yeah.

Great.

Contractors for a company called
Northlake Defense.

Guns for hire, work for anyone whose
money's green.

Payments originated from a shell company
in Cyprus.

Financial front for the second bureau.

What twigged them to Mona?

The courier who smuggled Mona into the
country. He must have had a check -in

protocol. When he missed it, second
bureau hired Biff 1 and Biff 2 for

Which means?

We can't send Mona into the cultural
center.

Plan A just crashed and burned. I want
everything on Khalil Malib. If he was

rejected by the JV soccer team, I want
to know.

On it.

Um, for what?

MB.

All right.

What are they paying you people?

Sit down.

Don't move.

Nikki's ex is the rich one.

Apparently she rejected alimony because
she didn't want to accept hush money

from a narcissist.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. I just reopened the
grave.

Hey, that's not a grave. That's a
trench.

I just got to tighten this. We'll be
good.

We have a first aid kit here. I can do
your stitches.

I'm letting you near me with a needle?
Not a chance.

My dad was a doctor.

I mean, if you lose an arm, you can't
shoot a gun.

Relax. I'm good, but I'm not killing a
man with a suture needle cut.

Okay?

Your dad taught you?

Mm -hmm.

Were you close?

Extremely.

My father spent his life trying to keep
people on this earth.

I spent mine finding the most efficient
ways to take them off it.

There.

Thanks. Your dad would be proud.

Thank you.

My mother was a chef, by the way.

Oh, really?

Let me share this with you as a thank
you for the second chance.

I could eat.

Oh, pardon.

What can I get you?

Hi, um, I just wanted some, uh, tea.

We have many kinds of tea.

Oh, uh, well, I just wanted...

Regular. Give her a chai arani with
nabat.

That's what?

It's a saffron rock candy.

You stir it and it sweetens the
bitterness.

Oh, thank you.

You're welcome.

I've walked past this place a million
times.

I've never come in.

You're Persian?

Oh, well, my parents were.

Then you are as well.

Do you speak the language?

No, not a word.

My parents came here during the
revolution.

They wanted us to be very American, so
now I can't even order tea.

That's a common story. To survive in the
new world, we sometimes starve

the old one.

I have a place for people.

who want to learn what they came from.

You're welcome there.

There or not.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming.

Found this in the closet. Not quite my
style, but it'll do.

Well, that's $2 ,000 worth of goat hair.
Try not to bleed all over it.

No promises.

This would be a lot easier if you hadn't
taken away the knives.

Well, keep up the good behavior and Bill
may allow you a spork.

Looks like it carried away.

Could you grab the lid for me?

Sure.

Thank you.

Mmm.

Good. But never as good as my M .S.

Agent Billy, am I a very good cook?

Her pot roast, my death row meal.

Colin, what was Mummy's specialty?

Well, I grew up in England, so boiled
until grey is our national cuisine.

Come on, she had to make something.

Well, I didn't really get much of my
mum's cuisine. She passed away when I

ten. And then my dad left us three
months later.

But, um, I do remember Sundays after
church, she'd always buy a packet of

gums. And she knew that I hated the
yellow ones, so she'd always have my

and give me her reds.

She probably hated the yellow ones, too.

And that's what a mother does.

Well, won't be as good as food scums,
but it'll have to do.

Latine.

Switch with Collins.

What, you think I have a cyanide tablet
in my tooth?

I think you're an assassin who knows a
lot of creative ways to kill people.

Okay.

Really?

All right.

Okay.

Good enough?

Come on, eat.

Yeah, it's good enough for me.

Mmm.

Mmm. Oh.

Wow.

Hell, I'm hungry.

Mmm.

Wow. Mmm.

Not normally a spice guy, but that's
incredible.

Your friend has excellent taste in
canned peppers, but they will sneak up

you. Yeah.

Okay. Cheers.

To mothers.

To America.

I'll always drink to that.

You weren't lying. Those peppers are no
joke.

I can barely feel my tongue.

You know, this totally reminds me of a
meal that I had in Aleppo in, like,

2014.

It was, um, in, um...

Colin, you okay? In, uh... What the hell
in...

Water.

You... You boy...

Very good deduction, Agent Bill.

I found muscle relaxers in the emergency
kit. Crushed them into the pitcher.

New Westerners never could take spice.

But don't worry.

You'll only be out for an hour.

Or ten.

Go and find the measuring spoons.

Bonne nuit.

Bonne nuit.

Go on, say it. I can hear you screaming
it in your head. I told you so.

You said it, not me. But I did warn you.
Oh, here we go.

She played you.

Snipped out your abandonment issues.

Knew you were just desperate for a hug
from Mommy.

She cracked you open like a walnut and
forced your guard down. Oh, you maintain

peak situational awareness.

What are we doing? She's got a two -hour
head start. We've got to get out of

here. I need to call Nikki.

She took my gun.

No, she didn't.

That's just great.

Did you check the garage when we got
here?

I'm driving. There's no chance.

They let a tier one prisoner get away?

It's a question I'm sure I'm going to
ask many times at our after -action

debrief. Let's just back up and focus on
what we know. Mona only claimed to

defect after Colin and Bill caught her.

Right, so you think this was all a ruse.
She was scrambling, looking for her

first way to escape. No, her original
plan is burned. She can't meet her

at the cultural center. She knows we're
going to have eyes on that. So where is

she going to go? I think I might know
where.

Mona used a laptop to do a detailed
search on a Samir Allen. He's a Lebanese

-born, naturalized U .S. citizen, a
graduate student at Hudson University

biochemical engineering.

Samir could be providing her another
poison or a bomb.

Whatever it is, she could be back on her
original mission to assassinate her

target in New York. I'll get word back
to Colin and Bill. They need to

her ASAP. Okay. In the meantime, can you
help me with a distraction?

Can you find the second biggest donor to
Malibu Cultural Center?

Yeah, give me an hour.

I've got 30 minutes.

Lots of news in the next segment.

Copy that.

By the way, I'm sorry.

For what?

Crack about the mummy issues?

No. Well, yes.

That.

I'm sorry for everything you've been
through.

Mom dying.

Dad leaving.

You have to be a machine in this job.

And I'm sorry about that too.

I mean, Katie gives me a reason to make
it home for dinner. She gives you a

pressure point.

The moment you let someone in, you hand
the enemy a map to your throat.

That is a lonely way to live, man.

Better to be lonely than compromised.

Gina, make the call.

Excuse me. Hi. I'm looking... Salon.

I didn't expect to see you so soon. Oh,
well, you made such a compelling case. I

thought I'd come and see for myself.

Well, I am flattered.

Come, let me show you a little bit of
what we do here.

You have a call on line one.

It's the Alt -Aby Foundation. They want
to pull their funding.

Oh, please, don't let me keep you.

I'm so sorry.

Could you come back tomorrow?

Yeah, I'd like that. That'd be nice.
Tomorrow I will show you the VIP tour.

Okay. Okay.

Okay, I'll show myself out. Please.

Thank you for understanding.

Samir's lab is empty. His office hours
start in ten minutes.

Well, she could be in the building
already.

Let's split up.

Excuse me.

Seen this woman?

No.

Thank you. Appreciate it. Excuse me,
bud.

Seen this woman?

Is that dead end?

Yeah.

Wait.

Got a... My four o 'clock blue hat, red
coat.

You follow her? Got her.

Excuse me.

Where I come from, it's traditional for
the coat to stay to the end of the meal.

We know you're procuring another poison
from your supplier.

How did you... Let's skip the part where
you lie and take us to Samir Allen.

Samir isn't my supplier.

He's my son.

Oh.

Right. It's the truth.

I got pregnant 20 years ago.

I couldn't raise a child, not in this
life.

It would have been cruel.

I paid someone to bring him here.

He never even knew I existed.

The most painful thing I ever did.

You really expect us to believe you
never intended to assassinate your

That's right.

My mission from the start was always
finding Samir.

You can lock me up, but please let me
see his face.

Just one.

I buy it. I'm not sure why.

Well, the thing is, Mona, you've now put
a target on this kid's back.

Second Bureau knows you've turned. If
they know you have a son here, and we

to assume they do...

They'll look for any leverage they can.

Okay, come on.

Can I help you?

Samir?

Sorry, do I know you?

Samir, we believe you're being targeted
by a foreign intelligence agency.

You need to come with us.

Well, come with? Wait, who the hell are
you?

We're with the U .S. government, and
this is Mona.

She's traveled a long way to find you.

She's your... Mother.

I'm your mother.

You look just like my papa.

Your eyes.

They're just like his.

Okay, Samir, we can explain in the car,
but we need to move.

Can I pack a few things first?

I don't think that's a good idea.

Please.

It's my life's work.

Okay, fine, but be quick. We may not
have much time.

Can you hear me?

Is that your parents?

They're not kind.

I've rehearsed this moment so many
times.

There's so much I want to say.

Well, maybe you can say it all in the
cast. Come on, we cannot pack up your

whole lab. Give me a second, okay?

In the past five minutes, my estranged
mother shows up with two guys from the

government to tell me that I've got a
target on my back.

So forgive me if I'm a little scattered
fellow. It's a lot to process.

Nikki? Hey, are you with Samir right
now?

Yeah, why?

Okay, I'm going to send you a photo.

Samir is a second bureau sleeper.

They recruited him at the cultural
center. They radicalized him and trained

in improvised munitions.

I think they tapped him to finish the
job that Mona started.

Okay, well, we'll take that under
advisement.

Excuse me a second. Samir!

Stay where you are!

Hey!

Out. Out! Get out now! This place is
going to blow. Go, go, go, go!

They've turned my son.

Why? Why him?

Because he's your son.

They knew what makes him tick, how to
manipulate him, and I mean he's the

perfect recruit.

Now he's going to finish the job.

Yeah, some sort of improvised explosive.

Gina, have you accessed the files yet?
Last few hours.

Samir's search history has been tailored
towards plastic printing companies. Any

idea what he's printed?

Looks like an ID badge for St. Michael's
Hospital.

That's where his target is. Yeah.

Yeah, I mean, it's the perfect kill box,
isn't it? He can walk in masked up like

a doctor or nurse, no one will bat an
eyelid.

Should I have them evacuate the
hospital?

No. He's already inside. He'll just
detonate the bomb in the chaos.

Agreed. You guys need to find the
target. We'll get there and nab Samir.

Don't hurt him.

Promise me.

We'll do everything we can.

It could be anyone, anywhere. We need to
split up. Yeah.

I'll take the east wing, you take west.
Yep.

Say, Gina, come on, give us a fighting
chance here. Any news on finding Samir's

target?

Scanning, pulling, violating all sorts
of HIPAA laws.

Do I even bother saying how illegal...
Wait.

I got something.

Yes, ma 'am.

Rami Abbas, Lebanese exile, outspoken
critic of the current regime,

to return to Beirut and run as a
reformist. Sounds like the kind of

Lebanese armed forces would want to take
out. Where is he? He's going into

surgery.

OR sick.

No, but that wing's closed to the
public. Okay.

Okay.

I think I see Samir.

Samir!

Samir!

Samir!

Lock this floor down. Now!

Stay back. Come here, come here, come
here. Easy, easy.

No. Look at me. You don't want to do
this, mate.

There's no way out of this.

I let go of this, and this whole
building's going to go down with me.

the gun down. Samir, look at me.

Look at me.

We've got this, right? You and me have
got this. Phil, put the gun down.

Hey.

You don't want to do this, do you?

You don't know me.

No, you're right. I don't.

But trust me, I have seen people blow
themselves up before and they have a

different look in their eyes.

Samir, you're not a killer.

You're a student. You're an engineer.

You're a friend. You're a son. I'm a
soldier.

I'm doing this for my people. No, no,
mate, you're not. You are doing this

now because you are terrified.

And that's okay.

That's okay.

Emotions are what make us human.

And that's the one thing they can't let
you be.

Because they need you to be a machine.

I'm fulfilling my mission. You blew your
mission the moment you met your mum.

She abandoned me.

Is that what they said?

When they recruited you, that she
abandoned you?

It's the truth. No, mate.

I think she was trying to keep you safe.

But they picked at that wound, didn't
they?

They rubbed salt in it until it was
really hurting.

And I know because my people did the
same thing to me when they recruited me.

They knew that my mum died when I was 12
years old and that my dad walked out

three months later. He didn't even leave
a note and they pushed and pressed on

that bruise.

And they pressed and they pressed.

They said I didn't need a family because
they were my family.

Yeah?

But it's not too late.

for you, Samir.

You still have time.

You still have a choice.

No, I don't.

I have nothing.

Hey, hey, hey, your mother, she just
risked everything to spend five minutes

with you and she is waiting for you
downstairs.

I think there's something still there to
salvage, mate.

I just want to say goodbye.

Yeah, sorry.

That's not happening.

I

spoke

to DOJ.

He didn't kill anyone. He's cooperating.
He could be out in five.

And what will happen to me?

You keep feeding off intelligence?

You'll get the factor status.

A new life.

A new life.

The mother goes through while the child
pays the price. What kind of life is

that?

They're monsters, you know.

On both sides.

Agent Bell?

Be careful.

How is she holding up?

She sacrificed everything and got
nothing for it.

I'd say she's taking it in stride.

Well, she's not the only one talking.

What, Malik?

Folded luck at CV trying, did he?

He gave up everyone.

Great work.

You know, the FBI is rolling up three
dozen sleeper cells as we speak.

And you guys didn't just stop one
assassination.

You crippled their entire network.

Huh. You know, you two almost look like
partners.

If you squint.

Not too hard. Could pop a blood vessel.

So, um, does this mean I've got to give
the car back?

We barely got to know each other.

Oh, no, keep it for the night. My ex
won't miss it.

And if he does,

even better.

I was hoping you'd say that. Mm -hmm.

Good night.

Night.

I meant to tell you.

It's really moving, how you handled
Samir.

Oh.

Thanks.

I remember what I said, to be honest.

I remember.

Yeah, you told him how your mom died
when you were 12.

But you told Mona you were 10.

Is any of it true?

Does it matter?

I am home.

Katie?

You here?

Your turn.

Don't make a move.

You're home!

Yes, I am, buddy.

What? Missed you.

I thought you had to work late.

Well, I thought you might surprise us.

I do.

And you're just in time to leave.

I missed you too.

Come sit.

So, I'm going to lay a place for me,
mister.

Okay. All right, so what's on the menu
then? Matt, what's on the menu?