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- ♪ And repeat ♪

[upbeat dance music]

♪ ♪

- Ganbei!

[laughter]

Mm.

Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Can we get another
round of those?

Yeah, just keep
'em coming, please.

Oh, wait.
And I have something for you.

Thank you.
You're doing great.

Appreciate it.

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

[Simple Minds' "Don't You
[Forget About Me]"]

♪ Ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

- Yeah!
- Sing it!

- This one goes out
to my daughters.

I drive 'em crazy
with this all the time.

♪ Won't you come see about me ♪

[whistle blowing]

♪ I'll be alone,
you know it, baby ♪

- [speaking Cantonese]
Eddie Montrose?

- Yeah.
Hey.

[chuckles]
Hey.

What's this?

What are you doing?

- What's this, huh?

Drugs?
- That's not--

I didn't--that's not mine.
I didn't put that there.

- It came from your pocket.
- All right, OK, OK.

How about--how about this?
We call Chief Xian, OK?

He's a good friend--
[groans]

Hey, you can't...

- No more talk.
- Do this to me!

I'm an American!
Stop!

- You are under arrest.

- You can't do this to me.

Stop!
I'm an American!

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[phones ringing,
overlapping chatter]

- Hey.

- Thanks for coming in, Bill.

Yeah, you know Peter Cooper
from Counterintel.

- Only by reputation.

I don't see a shower curtain
on the floor, so...

- Ah...
[chuckles]

Yeah, well, relax.
You're not here to get whacked.

We just wanted to check in
on your little side project.

- I'd say I'm 5 miles
outside of nowhere.

People in that office
are careful.

- And you're sure
this is the right guy?

- He's the guy.

- I'm telling you, you got me
looking for a ghost.

How do we even know
there is a mole?

- It's time we read you in.

- OK.

- Uh, so it was last June,
and we rolled up

a Russian foreign intelligence
officer in Brighton Beach.

He traded a data dump
for a reduced sentence,

and it was classified intel
leaked

from the New York station.

- Leaked.
To who?

- That's what we're
trying to figure out.

But the pipeline is real.

Why can't you find the valve?

- Because I'm spying on spies.
They're quite good at it.

And I have to say,
I don't love the idea

of lying to my partner.
- Really?

Isn't this the guy
that called Colin Glass

an arrogant blowhard?
- I did.

- But, Bill, you need
to get them to think

of you as one of them.

You have to drop
the scarlet letter.

Do whatever you have to do
to get them

to look past
the FBI liaison title

hanging around your neck.

[ominous music]

♪

- OK, well, what about
Langley or DC, anything?

- We haven't heard from anyone.

It's silent.

- Morning, sorry.

- Bill, glad you could make it.
- What happened?

Accidentally ingest some
egg yolk with your breakfast?

- Car troubles.
I had to take the train.

Of course,
it was running local.

Couldn't be helped.
- We have a problem.

We flagged an item on the
State Department's daily memo.

- We got a U.S. citizen
detained in Hong Kong.

- Eddie Montrose,
CFO of Hong Kong Financial,

arrested and charged
with cocaine possession.

- How does a finance bro
getting arrested

land in our lap?

- Because he isn't really
a finance bro, Bill.

He's an intelligence officer.
- He's a deeply embedded NOC.

He spent the last
three years working on

a highly sensitive op
against theft of American IP.

- An operational CIA officer
had coke on him?

- Oh, so they say.

But the plant is standard
practice for the Chinese,

especially if they suspect him
of working for us.

- MSS has made him, then?

- No, we would have
heard from someone--

Langley, DC, Beijing.

- Well, either way,
he knows the identities

of assets all across China.

So if they do confirm
his identity,

and he starts talking--

- He would compromise
the entire network.

They'd all face
the death penalty.

We have to bring him home now.

- So what are we gonna do?

- [sighs]

- I do have a source from
back in my Hong Kong days.

It's a high-ranking magistrate.

For the right price,
he'd sign some papers,

get the charges dropped.
- Oh, right, bribe a judge.

That was gonna be
my suggestion.

- Bill, shut up.

Who are we gonna use
on the ground there

to deliver the cash?
- He is risk averse.

He's been out of the game
for a while,

but we go way back.
He'll deal with me.

- Uh...

- So you're gonna go
to Hong Kong?

- Nikki, that is way too risky.

There's got to be someone new
on the ground,

a handler who can--
- There isn't.

He is double-cloaked
and triple-daggered.

I don't really appreciate
being second-guessed.

I want to be wheels-up ASAP.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

- All right, come on then.
Let's have it.

- What?

- The real reason
that you're doing this.

Because there are plenty
of other solutions

that don't involve you
physically traveling to China.

- Eddie and I were stationed
together in Hong Kong

right out of the Farm.
He had my back back then.

I'm gonna have his.
- [scoffs]

- It'll be fine.

You can run point
for a few days. Hmm?

- OK, you won't back out,
I get it, I really do.

But this?
This isn't it, Nikki.

This plan is parbaked at best.

We should at least run it
through the Hong Kong station.

- No, no, we don't have time.

If they question Eddie,
people die.

- And what if they catch you?

Deputy Chief is a white whale.

Things are
very different for you.

- Call Jimmy Zhao.

I need a bag man
when I get there.

- You sure about this?
- There's nothing to it.

I'll give the bag to Jimmy.
He calls Hong Kong.

A man on the other end
withdraws cash

from his own account,
drops it off to Nikki.

- Sounds bulletproof.
- But?

- Bureau's got a guy
at DOJ in assets forfeiture.

Vouchers the cash,
issues a receipt.

Works pretty well too.
- Yeah.

Well, you guys
like to leave a paper trail

visible from outer space,
whereas we deal

in people, Bill, and trust.
[tapping]

Jimmy.
- Hey, Colin.

Hey, come, come.
And you brought a friend.

- Oh, he prefers
the term "chaperone."

- He doesn't actually.

- Same as always?
- Not quite, mate.

You got less than 15 hours
till she lands.

- OK.
OK.

Oh, and remember,

it's always raining
in Hong Kong.

[speaking Cantonese]

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Miss?
- Hmm?

- You forgot your umbrella.
- Oh.

Thank you.
- Yes.

- Wouldn't want to lose that.

- Always raining in Hong Kong.

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

You sure you weren't followed?
- Of course.

I had a good teacher.

This must be important if your
people sent you to backchannel.

- Yeah, well,
this isn't something

that the U.S. government
can be seen handling.

An American citizen,
Eddie Montrose,

he's being held in detention.
- I'm aware.

- We need to get him out
quietly.

[bag rustling]

- Documents will be ready
in an hour.

♪ ♪

[indistinct PA announcement]

- It feels like
we're not even moving.

- We're moving.

- You know, the whole time
I was detained,

I couldn't stop thinking,

I'm never gonna see
my family again.

- You're gonna be
at your daughter's

dance recital in no time, OK?

[phone ringing, buzzing]
- [sighs]

[tapping]

[phone ringing, buzzing]

Jimmy, it's the middle
of the night.

- Colin, hey, my bag man
in Hong Kong

just got picked up
by the police.

- [sighs]

Uh, OK, do you trust him
to stay quiet?

- He'll cut any deal he can.

I'm--I'm sorry, Colin.
I'm gonna ditch this phone.

I'll see you when I see you.

[phone snaps, thuds]

[tense music]

- Ah, ah, damn it, damn it,
damn it, damn it, damn it.

[phone ringing]

- Colin, what's up?
- Listen to me carefully.

Your flight is overbooked.
There is someone in your seat.

You need to book a new flight.
Do you understand?

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

Eddie, look at me,
you need to disappear

as fast as you can.

- No, no, no.
I'm not bailing on you.

- Eddie, Alice
and the girls need you, OK?

Gate 12C.
See you back at home.

♪ ♪

- Stop!

- Sorry,
just made a wrong turn.

- Stop right there.

You must come with us, ma'am.

We have some questions for you.
- OK.

♪ ♪

- Hello.

My name is Huang.

- What am I doing here?

I'm gonna miss my flight.
- Oh, I see.

Then allow me to apologize.

I'm sure there is a mix-up
in our paperwork.

- OK, so I can go then.

- A few questions first.

What is your name?

- Nicole Bernard.

- And where are you from?

- Allentown, in Pennsylvania.

But I came here from
New York by way of JFK.

- And while in Hong Kong, you?

- Went to the Tai Kwun
Art Centre,

took the tram to Peak Tower.

- Very well.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I'll get this sorted out.

In the meantime,
I'll have some tea

and sweets brought in for you.

- No, no,
that won't be necessary.

I would really just rather
catch the next flight.

- This might take some time...

A long while, even.

[tense music]

Trust me,
Ms. Nikki Reynard of the CIA,

you'll want a drink.

♪ ♪

- Understood.

That was the deputy director
who's in Johannesburg

on the first flight back,

but he did reiterate that
Nikki will be transferred

to a mainland prison--
not if, but when.

Usually after 12 hours.

- He confirmed she's been made?
- Not in those words.

MSS is slow-playing this,

keeping it off
official channels,

but Hong Kong police picked up
Jimmy's bag man so, uh--

- They've been watching
the whole time.

- When she's transferred,
what then?

- [scoffs]

You really want me
to spell it out for you?

I told her.

OK, uh, Gina,
what else do we know?

- Yeah, um, OK.

According to manifest,
Eddie made it

through customs onto his flight

before the guards
could stop him.

He's mid-air, but Nikki
was removed from the airport,

possible security threat.

And as far as her phone goes,
it's been wiped.

I mean,
last signal transmission

was from a flight
bound for Brussels.

She ditched it.

- I need to call
Larry Kriegman.

- Good idea.
Who's Larry Kriegman?

- State Department liaison.
He is different.

- He's a Muppet with a Rolodex,
but I need him right now.

Larry gets us into the Chinese
consul general's office.

Get me everything you can
on Consul General Chen.

- Yes.
- OK, look, breathe, Colin.

We have to play out
the ritual here.

Give 'em a chance
to save face,

you know, just kiss the ring.

- I don't want
to kiss the ring.

I want to break the finger.

- OK, look, I served overseas.

I know what it's like to worry
about your commanding officer,

but your cover here is state,
not agency.

You're a diplomat today,
so be diplomatic.

- I put the monkey suit on,
didn't I?

- Yeah, you look
very happy about it.

- Look, this isn't
a social visit, Larry.

Things could get ugly,
and when they do,

I need to know
you've got my back.

- Listen, Consul General
Chen is smart,

and he very much
enjoys being told

just how clever he really is.

- Well, if he's smart,
he'll return our people.

- Yeah, right.

We understand mistakes happen,
administrative errors

and whatnot, but we are
not here to assign blame.

- [speaking Mandarin]

- [speaking Mandarin]

- The Consul General
appreciates your understanding.

- It's best for everyone
involved if we

resolve this as fast
as possible,

get her on a plane.

- [speaking Mandarin]

- The Consul General says
the judicial process

in Hong Kong is independent.

- [exhales sharply]

- He cannot simply
demand her release.

- Of course not.

But you are an influential man.

- [speaking Mandarin]

- He says
he must follow the law.

- All right, let's just
cut the crap, shall we?

This isn't about
following the law.

This is about leverage.

- I believe
what my colleague is--

- You have a U.S. citizen
in your custody.

That is not something
we're willing to tolerate.

- [speaking Mandarin]
- He knows what I said.

You did your postgrad
at Cambridge.

You understand English
perfectly, don't you?

- It's all right, Kai.

You claim this woman
is a private citizen,

yet we know she's CIA.

We know what she was doing.

There are consequences
for that.

- If anything happens to her,
if she so much as

catches a cold, then we will
dismantle your consulate

and watch it crumble
to the ground.

Do you understand me?

- On the contrary, we are done.

♪ ♪

[door slams]

[metal thuds]

- They know?

- They know.

They knew about Eddie too.

[sighs]
They have leverage.

We need some leverage.
- What do you mean?

Trade them back
one of their spies?

- [chuckles]
Yeah, we got no one in custody.

We exchanged them all
with Beijing nine months ago.

- I might be able to get us
someone worth trading.

- Right, you have
a Chinese intelligence officer

on ice somewhere, do you?

- Over at 26 Fed,
I heard the Counterintel desk

looking into Chinese espionage,

a spy leaking trade secrets
worth billions.

[dramatic music]

- Well, you think
they'd hand it over to us?

- Honestly, I have no idea.
- Bill.

Bill, I've lost enough people
in this job,

people that
I really care about.

OK?
I can't lose Nikki.

We're running out of time,
so just, please.

- Yeah, I'll see what I can do.

♪ ♪

We're watching a reinsurance
firm in Williamsburg.

Hundreds of Chinese employees
on work visas,

and one of them may be
passing weather prediction

models back to Beijing.
- Weather prediction, huh?

- [chuckles]
Yeah, it's a thing.

It's worth billions.

- Yeah, prediction models,
who knew?

- So...

- I need you to
reassign it to us.

- "Us," huh?
Uh, well, no.

It's only six months into
a two-year investigation.

We're nowhere near
an indictment.

- I don't need it
to hold up in court.

I need a high-value
Chinese asset,

a bargaining chip.
- You're in a bind, I get it.

And I'm sorry,
but I can't be throwing

you a bone at the expense
of another unit.

- Even to prevent
someone getting killed?

You told me to stop acting
like a liaison,

get close to these people.
That's what I'm doing.

Trust me, I would not be asking
unless there was good reason.

♪ ♪

- Oh, you're gonna piss off
a whole lot of agents.

You ready for that?

- I wasn't ready
for any of this.

♪ ♪

- A Chinese spy is
stealing the weather?

- According to FBI
counterintelligence.

- Guys, these models
are a crystal ball

into the global economy.

- Well, no wonder MSS is
trying to get a hold of them.

- Let's just say that
the '08 crash

will look like a rounding error
next to China

controlling our stock
and bond markets because

they know what's gonna
have value before we do.

- Counterintel has
only been working

this company for a few months.
They don't have an ID yet.

- Yeah, but we've drained
enough water from the pool

to know that our Chinese agent
works in

the actuarial division
on the 12th floor.

- Well done.

- Since time
is of the essence,

we need to infiltrate
the company undercover,

root out the spy,
and trade them for Nikki.

- Exactly.
That's a two-man job.

I can go with you.

- Uh, Gina, listen,
I really appreciate that.

But with Nikki gone,
I need you here more than ever.

OK?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'll--
I'll call the CEO

and have him backstop
our story.

- Great.
Yes, thank you.

Bill, come on, we're up.

Surely you have
experience in this.

- Of course.

Mostly deep cover,
six months, sometimes a year.

- Well, if you're
used to six months,

60 minutes will
be dinner theater.

- You're the consultants
I was told about?

- Productivity auditors,
to be precise.

Mr. Neelam,
as group manager,

we understand that when
we've been called in,

your mind immediately
goes to layoffs, but, um--

- Yeah, we're only here
to determine

if everyone's
properly maximizing

their time and efficiency.

- Our goal is to
synergize in the most

cost-effective way possible.

♪ ♪

Hey.
- Hi.

- Take a seat, please.

OK, so just, you know, tell us
a little about yourself.

- OK.
My name is Simu.

I've been here a year.

I'm the first one in,
last one out.

I don't take any PTO
or sick days.

No girlfriends,
no distractions.

- [exhales]
- Impressive.

- Very, yeah.

- Well, I work
in client services,

so they pay me a premium.

And then when
a high-risk event happens--

- Like a weather event?
- Sure, yeah.

Um, then I pay out
part of the claim

just to--just to protect them.

- So in this capacity,
you'd have access

to proprietary information
like, what,

weather prediction models?
- That's right.

I'm in finance, so
I'm pretty well acquainted,

but the models practically
run themselves.

I'm just a cog in the machine.
- [chuckles]

So is that how
you see yourself, Lin?

- We all play our part, right?

How do you--
how do you see yourselves?

- Excuse me?

- Well,
I imagine it must be hard

being a productivity whatever.

- Auditor.

- Um, the algorithms
are just a part of what I do.

I'm--I'm more interested
in the theory behind them.

- Which is?

- Leave nothing to chance.

- OK.

Well, I think that's
everything we need for now.

So thank you for your time.

If you could send
the next person in.

- That's everyone on the floor.
What are you thinking?

- Well, this is
my first choice--

Lin Wu.
- Yeah, no argument there.

- She's the only one
who asked us any questions.

Saw right through you.
- Right through me.

Your accent slipped,
if anything.

- Just go and get her back in.

Gina, I need you
to get me a full intel

work-up fast as you can.

Cross-reference
with FBI files too.

It's a Lin Wu.

- Yeah, this is where she sits.

- Uh, so where is she?

- She was here a second ago.

- OK anyone know
where Lin Wu went?

No?
Thank you.

- Hey, what's going on?

- She's not here.

Definitely made us.
- OK.

All right.
Elevators.

- OK.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[birds cawing distantly]

She couldn't have gone far.

I'll call it in,
set a perimeter.

- No.

No, it's too late.

She's a spy.
She's gone.

Ah!

- Hello, again, Ms. Reynard.

How are you holding up?

- That is not my name.

I already told you,
my name is Nicole Bernard.

I do not work for the CIA.

You've made a mistake.
- Mistake, yes, so you've said.

But I think we both
know at this point

that this isn't the case.

So let's dispense
with the charade.

Now, I notice that you
didn't drink your tea.

You must be thirsty.
- No.

- This is baijiu.

It's distilled from
fermented sorghum.

Has a sort of a floral,
fruity aftertaste.

Please.
- I'm Muslim.

I don't drink.

- Then, what is this, I wonder?

Because it looks like
a glass of wine--

many of them, in fact.

Moving forward,
you should pay me

the respect of assuming
that I know

much more than you think I do.

Now drink.

I won't ask again.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- So now what?

- [sighs]

- Hey, any news on Lin Wu?
- No.

Phone's powered off.

Last ping was at the office
before she ran.

Nothing on satellite
or facial rec.

- We'll find her, we will,
no matter what it takes.

- I just got chewed out
by 26 Fed.

- Oh, first time in the
principal's office, was it?

- Can't say it came
as a surprise.

Good news is we ID'd their spy.

- Yeah, bad news
is we lost her.

- Yeah, that's what
they were focused on too.

- All right, what have
we got so far on Lin Wu?

- Lin Wu is 29,
Chinese national,

no next of kin stateside.

Hasn't visited home
in two years

since she got her work visa.

- There must be
an address on file.

- OK, work records show
that she has

an apartment in Bed-Stuy.

- Well, let's go knock
on the door, shall we?

And before you start--

- I know,
exigent circumstances.

The warrant writes itself.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

So much for knocking.

- Oh, this way is
much more elegant.

♪ ♪

- Empty, just as we thought.

- OK.

Might as well have a look
whilst we're here.

- All right.

Not a personal touch,
no photo, nothing.

- It's definitely
the spy aesthetic.

It's easier to run when
there's nothing to pack.

- It's weird--
toothbrush hasn't been touched.

It's like this whole
place is staged,

like she doesn't live here.

- Men's fragrance.

I think she must
be working someone

at the reinsurance office.

- So what, go back
to the office,

gather all the guys,
see who reeks?

- No, no, no, I know exactly
who the culprit is.

- Who?
- Kyle Neelam.

- Lin's group manager.

- Yeah, I think she must
have got her hooks into him.

- If she has, could be
camped at his place right now.

- I'll call Gina,
see if we can get his address.

Let's go.

- I'm gonna ask you
one more time.

Eddie Montrose
was one of yours.

For you to protect him,
the extent of his knowledge

must be significant.

What does he know?

- What does anybody know, hmm?

- There is another way
to think about this.

- Mm.

- You served time in
the Hong Kong station.

- Mm.

- What he knows, you surely
know something similar.

So we're gonna extract
this information from you.

- OK.
I--

- I want your entire network,
everyone who aided you,

everyone you stole from.

- I've got nothing for you,
Huang.

- Good old American hubris.

[laughs]
You shouldn't have come here.

Rising up the ranks,
you forgot everything

you once knew
and missed all the signs

that we were on to you.

- But you can't blame
a gal for trying.

[laughs]

- You would be wise
to be afraid.

- I know what's coming.

And I've seen all the reasons
that I should be afraid.

But even if I told you
everything,

it wouldn't matter because

you made your mind up
about me

the minute you walked
through that door.

♪ ♪

So do what you have to do.

And I'm not gonna break.

- Then this is the end
of the line.

Time is up.

Either you give me the names,

or I'll have no choice but
to transfer you to Qincheng,

where the accommodations
are not nearly as pleasant

and the host isn't
nearly as generous.

[ominous music]

I'm sorry it had to come
to this, Ms. Reynard.

But for what it's worth,
I'd grown rather fond of you.

- OK, I'm coming.

- Uh, oh, hi.

Can I help you?

- Yeah, we're sorry
to bother you,

Mr. Neelam, but we have
a few more questions

we'd like to ask.
Do you mind if we come in?

So, Mr. Neelam, uh,
it has come to our attention

that, uh, you
and Ms. Wu are engaged

in a romantic relationship.
- What?

Come on, that's ridiculous.

- Well, we interviewed
every one of your employees,

if you remember.

Turns out you're not as
discreet as you think you are.

- It's not what you think.
We're in love.

- Well, that distinction
leaves your HR department

largely unmoved, I'm afraid.

- But I never showed favoritism
or anything like that, I swear.

Work is work,
but our love is...

[soft dramatic music]

Celestial.

- Well, if you do see her,
please let her know

we need to speak with her.

- Is she in trouble?

- She is.

She's in danger,
and so are you.

[tense music]

Mr. Neelam,
personal relationships

between employers
and employees is something

that we take very seriously,

especially when
the relationship

is undisclosed.

So allegations
of this magnitude

is something that
we have to really follow up.

And, uh--
- [grunting]

- [coughs]

- [grunting]

- [groans]

- [yells]

[grunts]

- [chuckles]
All right.

[panting]

Cuff her,
take her to our safe house.

You need a full detail
to keep an eye on her.

- Where are you going?

- I'm gonna arrange a meeting
with the consul general,

see if we can't put together
a prisoner exchange.

- And if not?

- I'm not there yet, Bill.

♪ ♪

- Miss Wu is valuable to us.

But an exchange
of this magnitude,

Beijing will not allow it.

- Well, you tell Beijing
they can have their asset back,

or they can watch her testify
in front of a U.S. Senate panel

and the rest of
the U.S. population.

- It's worth a call home,
isn't it,

see what they say?

[door clanks]

- [breathing shakily]

- Last chance.

I want names.

- I don't have any.

- That is most unfortunate.

[ominous music]

Good luck to you.

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

- [exhales sharply]

- Something funny?

- This won't go
the way you think it will.

My people won't let it.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Well?

- Consul Chen is
awaiting their reply.

- Large bureaucracy,
many levels of

authorization required.
- This is insane.

People are gonna die
because you can't get this

across the finish line.
Now we have done our job.

You go back there and do yours.

♪ ♪

- You think
you're the first man

to stick a pair of pliers
in my mouth?

- [grunts]

[speaks Mandarin]

- [whimpers softly]

- [speaks Mandarin]

I don't know if you believe
in fate, Ms. Reynard,

but it appears yours hasn't
been sealed quite yet.

♪ ♪

- Are you sure
your safe house is secure?

- It's in the name, isn't it?

[tires screech]

- Depends on who wants
to keep you safe.

[gunshots]

- Shots fired!

Everyone back!
Fall back!

[tires screeching,
engines revving]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Anyone see the shooter?

- No visual.
- Nothing!

- Anyone?
- Nothing, sir!

No, no.
No, no, no.

Lin?
Lin?

Lin?

[dramatic music]

No.

[door thuds]
Ah, damn it.

- I don't believe this.

Nikki's on a plane with MSS,

and we have got nothing
to trade.

- OK, so what
I don't understand is,

who targeted Lin Wu?

Was it someone in Beijing?

- I can tell you this,
the consul general

was less than thrilled
about this trade from the get.

- Well, Beijing
rushed it through,

so Lin Wu was important
to someone over there.

- And a threat to someone here.

Chen's the only other person
who knew we had Lin in custody.

- It just doesn't explain why
he'd want her dead, though.

- What if he was her handler?

- The consul general
of New York running

a spy op in our backyard?
What, is he new?

[together]
Yes.

- It's the perfect cover--
diplomatic immunity,

access to Chinese officials.

- Why take out
his own operative?

- Well, the intel she was
stealing was worth billions.

What if Chen was selling it off

rather than passing it back
to Beijing?

He couldn't risk
her exposing him.

There's your motive.

- We have one
tactical advantage.

No one else knows
Lin is actually dead.

- Right.

And if Chen thought that
she survived the attack,

he'd try to finish the job.

So we'll set a trap.

We'll let him try,
and then we'll

trade him back to Beijing.

Right, here's what
we're gonna do.

Larry and I will go
to the consul general

to update him on
Lin's condition,

revising a few key details
for our benefit.

Gentlemen,
Lin Wu has been shot.

- What?

- Whilst transporting
her to a secure location,

we were hit by a sniper.

- She took one in the shoulder.
- My God.

- Yes, but the good news is,
she's still alive.

- [speaking Mandarin]

- I'll tell them we're
treating Lin at a safe house

that not even the
State Department know about

and that we very much intend
to have everything

lined up for tomorrow night.

Mark my words, gentlemen,
this prisoner exchange

will go ahead as planned.

The U.S. government
is not about to back down,

no matter who is trying
to silence our detainee.

- I will let our people know.

- Once the trap has been set,

I'll head to the safe house
on foot,

hope that Chen takes the bait.

♪ ♪

[door creaks]

Assuming he follows, Bill,
you'll be there

running counter surveillance.

[indistinct chatter]

Gina, you'll have eyes on.

Once you confirm
Chen's identity,

Bill apprehends.

- Colin, I got him,
but I can't make an ID.

He's right on you.
He's armed.

Bill, get moving.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[both grunting]

[clattering]

[fist thuds]

- Seems like
my work is done here.

- Not quite.

Cuff him.

It's not Chen.

- Who is he?
- It's his interpreter.

Kai, wasn't it?

You look different
without your glasses.

- I knew you weren't
a diplomat.

- [chuckles]
Easy, mate.

I think you've got a lot more
explaining to do than I have.

For example, Lin Wu is dead,
which is bad news for you,

but good news for us 'cause
we finally got our leverage.

Take him upstairs.

[suspenseful music]

[tires rumbling]

♪ ♪

[tires screech]

♪ ♪

- The asset, show me.

Where is she?
What is this?

- Whoa.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.
Stand down.

Stand down.

We don't have Lin.
She's dead.

- What?

- But this is the man
who killed her.

- Explain now.

- Well, we knew Lin
wasn't working alone,

that she had an MSS handler
on the ground.

Our intel pointed to someone
at your consulate.

- Kai Lee,
the consul's interpreter.

- You have no right
to detain him.

This was not part
of our arrangement.

- You're right.
We'll leave that to Beijing.

But you'll want
to make this trade.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- You see,
Kai's been a naughty boy.

He took Lin's intel
and made two copies.

One he sent to Beijing,

and the other he sold
to the highest bidder.

- And when Kai heard
we were sending Lin back,

he panicked.

He knew after
MSS debriefed her,

you'd find out
what he was up to,

so he silenced her.

- You have brought shame
to our country.

- [whimpers]

- We will accept
your offer for a trade.

[speaks Mandarin]

- [gasps]

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

You don't ever do that to me
again, do you hear me?

- Eddie?

- He landed safe and sound.

He's back home with his family.

- How did you--
- Teamwork.

- [chuckles]

[engine rumbles]

- [chuckles]
You're welcome.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

- Are you, uh--

you headed home?

- That's the plan.
I'm pretty beat.

Long night.
- Yeah.

Yeah, one of many.

Well, cheers.

- Night.

- Bill, um--

- Thanks.

Yeah?

- I, um--well,
I just wanted to say

thank you for
everything you did.

- Eh.

- You really pulled your weight
this time, finally.

- [chuckles]

- All right.
I'll see you in the morning.

- See you.

[lock buzzes]

Jubal?

Yeah, I think I'm in.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]