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You are a Cicada.

I don't think I can do it.

- I know you can.
- I believe in you.

We've got Matt Edwards
on the ground.

She's a journalist.

- Used to be.
- Tara Coleman.

I have a daughter.

Bring her to the Ecuadoran
embassy in Paris.

We don't have much time.
They're waking them up.

- Waking who up?
- Cicadas.

It is starting again.

- What's starting again?
- Treadstone.

We did shut down
Treadstone, right?

It was bigger than we thought.

Do I know you?

Those memories...

they're just... gone.

You don't know
how much I missed you, John.

I can't remember my combination.

Try zero, nine, zero, nine, 69.

"Fortunate Son" release date.

Ah, you wore that record
out in Hanoi.

Thanks, Frank.

Never got a chance to thank you.

Don't bother.

You would've done
the same for me.

No, don't play it down, John.

Fact is, you really did it.

You let them take you, and that
gave me enough time to escape.

Ah, it all worked out
in the end.

Always said
if we could make it through

the jungles of Vietnam,

we could handle
anything together.

Well, it's a different
kind of jungle now.

- Yeah.
- You see Matheson out there?

- He just got back.
- Let him get his bearings.

Hey, man, that's easy
for you to say.

My partner's still out there.

I don't know where he is, Pete.

Hey, come on,
give him some space, Wilson.

Hey, what did
they tell my mother?

Agency protocol.

So she thinks I'm dead?

Oh...

I was only gone a week.

John, you were missing
for nine months.

How you holding up?

I've lost nine months.

I have no idea what happened
to me during that time,

and my mother thinks I'm dead.

How do you think
I'm holding up, Frank?

Yeah, I know you
got to be spinning.

Then why'd you ask?

I figured it
was a better approach

than the awkward silence
that happens

when two guys don't know
what the hell

- is really going on.
- What is going on?

The station chief is gonna
have questions... lots of them.

Are you ready
to give them answers?

Yeah, I'll give them
everything I can remember.

Like anything they did to you
while you were gone.

Well, I don't remember
any details.

Well, was there anyone
that you were connected with,

someone that we could
identify or leverage?

It's so nice to see you back,
Mr. Bentley.

It's good to be home, Margie.

Nine months is a long time
behind the curtain.

Chief just wants you to tell
them what you do remember.

I'll be right outside, pal.

- Dennis Kohler.
- I'm the new station chief.

Welcome home, Bentley.

Thank you, sir.

Sounds like
you've been to hell and back.

I speak for everyone
in this station

when I say we're glad
you came home in one piece.

What happened to Morris?

- Morris's wife had a baby.
- He's back in D. C.

Why don't you start
at the beginning, John?

Frank Ferguson
and I deployed to Krakow

to gather intel
on a Soviet control program

code-named Tsikada

being headed by a former
Nazi named Dr. Gustav Meisner.

- We were there two weeks.
- What did you learn?

Meisner's lab was located
inside a Soviet prison

on the outskirts of town.

That's where he had
an endless supply of subjects.

We were able to confirm
that this...

Tsikada program was designed
to create human weapons.

Explain that.

They developed a method to
strip away a person's identity.

Employed hypnosis, uh, drugs,

electrical stimulation
in certain areas of the brain.

To what end?

To make people do things

that they would never
normally consider.

Ferguson and I received
orders to terminate Dr. Meisner

and secure all of his research.

Which...

didn't go quite as planned.

I was captured.

Ferguson got away.

He claims you sacrificed
yourself for him.

That's not exactly
agency policy,

but it's admirable.

They tried to break me.

Kept me in isolation...

tortured me...

withheld food and water.

Uh, I was drugged
with hallucinogenics.

I tried to hold on
to something, you know?

My name, my memories.

Some thoughts of my own, but...

it was like trying
to grasp water in your hand.

What do you remember?

There was a woman with red hair.

Her name was Petra.

Somehow,
she knew everything about me.

I tried to fight it, but...

My thoughts...

they weren't my own.

And how'd that make you feel?

It's like I was becoming
someone more...

More whole.

- More...
- More what?

Complete.

I finished my mission.

It never occurred to you
that they let you finish it?

No.

Small price to pay in exchange

for sending one of the CIA's
own operatives back

- as a double agent.
- I'm not a traitor.

I want to order
some deeper psych evaluations,

keep you under observation
for a while.

Prep him for transport.

- Cuffs...
- through the table.

Talk some sense into him,
Ferguson.

What the hell did you just do?

Sidearm, Frank.

What now, John?

I'm gonna walk out of here...

and I'm gonna prove
that I'm telling the truth.

It's the most secure
facility in West Berlin.

You won't make it
to the elevator.

That's why he's coming with me.

Access code only.

Type the distress key,

I'll put a bullet
in your left knee.

What the fuck, John?

Kohler thinks I've been turned.

He didn't give me
any other choice.

You didn't have to do this.

You could've figured
this out another way.

Congratulations.

What?

We just made it to the elevator.

Look, you saved my ass
in Krakow,

but I'm not hurting
any station personnel

to help you get out of here.

Code 18, be advised...

possible situation
on floor eight

involving John Randolph Bentley.

They're gonna think
I helped you.

No, they won't.

♪ Oh, now ♪

♪ I feel so lonely ♪

You've been out
the whole flight.

Oh, man.

I had too much
to drink last night.

What the hell happened
at the bar?

- I don't know.
- It won't happen again.

Well, if it does, warn me first.

T-that woman
I was with at the bar,

are you sure you didn't see her?

Nope. And even if I did,

I wouldn't speak
a word about it.

Come on, man,
it's not like that.

You're going home
to your wife tonight.

What happens in the Arctic
stays in the Arctic.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are
now making our final descent.

Please make sure
your seatbacks and...

General Kwon's dead.

They think it was a hit.

He calls out Treadstone
on an open wire,

and 24 hours later, he's gone?

Treadstone
had a very wide scope.

Like Blackbriar.

Yes, but the one
Kwon was referring to...

is called Cicada.

Cicada?

Sleeper agents deployed
into normal cover lives

with no memory
of their training.

Well, how would Kwon
have that intel?

Because he was part
of the program.

Kwon was one
of Cicada's handlers.

What the fuck
is going on, Ellen?

I was there
when that asset went rogue

in New York, remember?

I saw the hunt up close.

He was doing what the agency
wasn't willing to do...

trying to end Treadstone...

an unsanctioned black ops
program run amok.

Don't get emotional.

If someone's bringing it back,

we need to stop it.

I know.

So what are you thinking?

Treadstone used
someone named Martin Wells.

He was a specialist
in behavioral modification.

Now, if someone's
waking up these assets,

he might know
how it could be done.

Okay.

How far back does this go?

As far as the Cold War.

Hello?

It's Matt Edwards.

What do you want?

I want to know
what you're doing.

Right now I'm wondering
how you got my number.

- I work for the CIA.
- Why are you in Paris?

- Yeah, I got to go, Matt.
- Listen to me.

Off the record,
General Kwon is dead.

- How did he die?
- Suspiciously.

Now, I want to know everything
Kwon told you about Treadstone.

He told me not to trust the CIA.

I sent you to talk
to him 24 hours ago,

and now the person you made
contact with is dead, Tara.

You heard everything he said.

I didn't hear what he said
after the wire cut out.

You're in Paris.

Kwon has a daughter in Paris,

and we just flagged two
North Korean SSD operatives

landing at De Gaulle
five minutes ago.

Kwon's daughter is in danger,
which means you might be, too.

I can handle myself.

Six men is an extraction unit.

Two men is a kill team.

Now, I'm gonna ask you
one more...

Hello?

Hello, I need to speak
to Jang-Mi Kwon. It's urgent.

- She's off campus today.
- Where'd she go?

It is against school policy

to disclose
our students' whereabouts.

Mascara is the key.

And remember,
upward strokes are your friend.

Love your scarf.

So...

quaint.

First class?

I've been waiting in this dump
for you to get back to me

about a seat
opening in first class.

Or are you just too old
and forgot I asked?

This man has worked at his job

for longer than you
have been alive,

manning his station each day,

never questioning his role,
performing his duty.

What are you contributing?

♪ And I can't
tell you why ♪

Hello?

Jang-Mi?

I need to talk to you
about your father.

Who are you?

Look, I know you don't know me,

but we don't have a lot of time.

Let's get out of here.

Please, just give me a minute.

She doesn't want to talk to you.

It's important.

If my father
wants to talk to me,

then he can talk to me himself.

It's not that simple.

It's actually very simple.

Just leave us alone.

There's something
I'm supposed to give to you,

Jang-Mi.

I just need five minutes.

How do you know my father?

I used to be a journalist.

And 24 hours ago,
your father asked to meet me.

He asked me
to bring you that medallion

and take you to someone at the
Ecuadoran embassy in Paris.

I'm just gonna call
him right now.

- I'm sorry, Jang-Mi.
- You can't.

He's been killed.

And I think
the same people who killed him

are on their way here for you.

Please trust me.

You didn't tell her
you were coming home.

Did you at least tell her
Expo fired our asses?

No.

I was hoping the surprise
would take the stink off it.

Shit.

I'll make some calls around
town, see if anyone's hiring.

Man, I wanted a better life
for Samantha.

Go on in there, Romeo.

I will shoot.

Oh, my God.

Baby.

- Baby.
- Hey. Hey.

I thought you were some
bandit about to rob me.

"Bandit"?

Wait, what happened?

Just banged my head.

Well, you want to go upstairs
and I can take a look at it?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

You been feeling okay?

The headaches.

I get one every once in a while.

I can talk
to some doctors at work

and get you some more
of those pills.

- No, no more pills, Sam.
- I can manage.

Well, if they start getting bad,

you need to let me know, Doug.

Promise?

Did something happen out there?

A bunch of the riggers
got laid off.

Me, Mike...
Yeah, I figured.

The company outsourced
their jobs.

You need to find a place

that just treats you
like an actual human being.

I've got that here with you.

Kiss me.

Now, when I snap my fingers,
you will be fully awake,

and when you hear me
say the word "poultry,"

you'll become a chicken

and do all the things
that a chicken does.

So, Bob,
earlier you were telling us

how you were a vegetarian.

That's right.

So you don't eat fish or meat?

- No, sir.
- Not even chicken...

or some other kind of poultry.

Hey, Tommy,
did I forget to tell you?

Happy birthday.

Thanks, Doc.

It's on the house.

I enjoyed your show.

Is that a Virginia
accent I hear?

Or it is a Langley twang?

Treadstone.

It's in the past.

I was on the ground in New York

when Blackbriar got blown.

Department of Support?

Special Activities.

What do you know
about the people

who volunteered for Treadstone?

I know they were dangerous.

That's your first mistake.

- How so?
- They were more than that.

These are men and women
who gave up all

their personal power
to an institution

they assumed was on
the right side of things.

- Turned out it wasn't.
- That's not their fault.

Tell me about what you did
for the Cicada program.

I developed protocols
to program candidates

who were susceptible
to hypnotic triggers...

a word, a tone, an image.

This type of method
was used to wake them up.

And you're saying
that actually worked?

Hey, Tommy,
did I forget to tell you?

- Happy birthday.
- Thanks, Doc.

It's on the house.

Success rate with the assets

during their training
was above 85%.

Someone's waking them up.

I know.

This is a news story
about a psycho

who shot up a 7-Eleven.

It's not proof that someone's
waking up assets.

- Look closer.
- What do you see?

He runs a smooth,
one-handed garment clear

and puts six rounds down range
in less than a second.

Impressive attributes,

but not enough
to warrant our concern, right?

Until we look closer.

Most right-handed shooters
shoot left to right.

Now, this guy goes
right, left, center, left.

That's extremely
skilled target selection

- in a high-pressure situation.
- Keep going.

Well, he starts with youngest
and most physically fit

and saves the oldest for last

because he presents
the lowest threat level.

And then he turns the page
in the blink of an eye.

No jitters, no adrenaline dump.

Absolutely zero leakage.

This happened three days ago.

How'd the police catch this guy?

Quite easily...
this man exited the store

and simply
sat down on the curb...

almost like his mission
was complete,

How do you explain that?

The longer
an asset's been sleeping,

the more unreliable he might
prove to be upon activation.

I want to talk to this guy,
and I want you to come with me.

Let's hope it works this time.

- Hey.
- Where do we stand?

Edwards is looking
into Kwon's allegations.

What's your take?

He took a huge risk
reaching out to us,

and I think once his people
found out, they had him killed.

All right,
do we know what this...

- Tara Coleman.
- Yeah, about Stiletto Six.

No, but let's not forget
that he did request her

for a reason.

- Do we know why?
- Not yet.

She says that Kwon
didn't say anything about it.

You believe her?

I'll keep you updated.

I always knew
my father was a target.

A man in his position in my
country is always at risk.

I just never thought anything
would actually happen to him.

I didn't get to spend
much time with General Kwon,

but he was trying
to do the right thing.

It doesn't feel real yet.

None of this feels real.

- You're not alone, babe.
- I'm right here with you.

We've got a problem.

Put on your seat belt.

- How far to the embassy?
- Still a few more blocks.

Look out!

Brace yourself.

Aah!

Oh, fuck.

They're right behind us.

Crap.

Move!

Get out the way!

Hold on.

One more block!

Are they still back there?

Look at me.

We're gonna make it, okay?

No!