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Thanks for meeting me, Sam. I almost didn't.

Some think this sensitive should never leave the lab, Mr. Perry.

It's your research, isn't it? It belongs to the university.

No, it belongs to me and my direct support.

What's important is, does it work?

I wouldn't be here if it didn't work.

Those gaps in SATCOM I was telling you about? Mm-hmm. Well, as of today, my

program can utilize those gaps.

to isolate any military or intelligence satellite in orbit isolate isolate as in

manipulate redirect or shut them down completely the vulnerability has always

been there i'm just the first to figure it out

what

you didn't have to do that His work is done.

The program's ours.

You had your orders.

I have mine.

You leave now. I take care of him. You've been following me? No, I'm done.

I'm out of here. I don't want to be a part of this. You took our money,

remember?

You're a part of this until we tell you you are done.

Tomorrow night, when we have access.

Access?

You just killed our access.

He was our access.

Now you are.

The program is only operational on the lab's console. How do you expect me to

get access to the lab's console?

Your problem, not ours.

Get us in, then.

Only then are you finished.

Carl Shannon?

Yeah, you're looking at it.

Phil Goodman.

He worked with my dad.

Oh, my God.

You are a spitting image.

Look at that. You got to watch.

I was with him when he bought this piece of junk. No kidding.

Sorry to hear about your father.

He was a good man. He was a good friend.

He was cheap.

But he was a good man.

Hey, Wes. Thank you.

Come on inside. Let's talk.

All right.

Beautiful car.

Yeah. You should see the other ones.

Yeah, so your dad and I worked together in Tbilisi.

But, you know, I can't really talk about Palomar.

You understand?

Can you at least tell me what my dad was doing in Sofia, Georgia?

The usual.

Saving the world.

And where is our parade, huh?

I mean, what are we talking?

Influence peddling?

Violence?

Son, you don't really want to know.

I'll do respect. I know you think you do.

But whatever it is you're looking for, it's not at the end of this road.

So you were partners with my dad?

Oh, with Big Bad Bob?

Yeah. Big Bad, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, we were real close.

Thick as thieves.

If you got into trouble, he's the one you call.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

And I was always getting into trouble.

Look, I know everything on Palomar is redacted.

We both know.

You don't redact good news.

We did what we were asked.

With morality in that.

Think about what you've done in the line of duty.

Would you want your son digging into that?

I'm sorry.

I thought when you said 10.30, you meant Eastern Standard Time. I'm so sorry. I

couldn't be helped.

You going to elaborate?

There's a patient.

I thought I'd seen the last of her, but no, she is back, and she is just as

messed up as ever. Pardon the psychiatric jargon. People are incapable

of change, Brad.

Is that your experience, is it?

Well, it's one of divorce's only free lessons.

How is the abominable ex-husband?

He was an ostentatious prick when I married him, and now 15 years and one

kid later, he is himself.

He is himself.

That's him. He insisted on buying out an entire table for tomorrow night's school

fundraiser event.

The creme de la creme does curdle all the same.

At least you'll have your boss there with you, right?

What's his name again, the one with the twin daughters? Alan.

Alan. Perry.

Alan Perry.

Yeah. International man of mystery.

Maybe, in his own mind.

The event is in his calendar, so... He does have some meeting with his East

Asian government contacts. Won't tell me what time, won't tell me who, but why

should I know? I'm just his COO.

Do you need to get that?

No. No, sorry.

I'm all yours.

Apparently not.

Looks to be that you're very busy, which I understand, because also I am very

busy. I don't have time for this.

Please, don't bother. Don't bother.

That's good.

Hey, look who I found lurking in the halls.

At long last, our prodigal science and technology analyst returns. How are you

doing, Baxter?

Doing well, Colin.

Hey, Bill, come meet Dr. Jeffrey Baxter. He's fresh off a rotation in Budapest.

Heard it's beautiful. Never been. Yeah. Oh, I can tell. I'm sorry. I'm used to

much shorter greetings.

You see, in Budapest, they typically don't... Fascinating as ever, Baxter.

Listen, it's on. Alan Perry's meeting with government officials from East

Asia. Meghan confirmed when?

All she said is imminently.

Hey, who's Meghan?

Oh, one of his casual flings. Not a fling, Bill. A well-connected, albeit

unwitting, target.

I bet you say that to all the girls you pretend to date.

Her son attends Beecham Day. It's one of the most elite private schools in

Manhattan. Direct access to foreign dignitaries, diplomats, titans of

industry, half of a dozen parents with ties to foreign interference campaigns.

Including her boss, Alan Perry.

Venture capital investor and the most valuable person of interest that my time

with Meghan has produced.

Perry has a deep history of travel to Belarus, Kyiv, Philippines, Beijing.

Look at this.

Shady business deals with sanctioned oligarchs throwing a brand new offshore

account in the Caymans. What do you got?

Recruitable asset ripe for the leveraging.

If he's meeting with foreign officials, it could be our best opportunity.

Let's see where it goes.

Yeah, let's get to work.

I'm driving.

Good to have you back, mate.

Is your dad's friend?

How'd it go?

No big deal.

It's fine.

Which is fine.

There was one thing he said that stuck with me.

What, you thought you'd be taller?

Would I want my kid looking into my professional past after I'm gone?

Maybe he's right.

Maybe I don't want to know.

Or this whole goose chase is just a distraction.

My dad's gone. I can't change that.

Maybe you should play the shrink.

Here it comes.

Baxter coming. We hear you loud and clear.

Is Alan Perry on any flight manifests out of Havemeyer Airport today?

Not that I'm saying.

Well, he's got four guys with him now. Yeah, and they don't seem to be

strangers.

Where you going?

Get a closer look.

Just sent a photo of a facial wreck.

High-ranking officer with RGB.

Isn't that the guy that orchestrated the poisoning of those South Korean

diplomats? Damn it, it's not a government source at all. It's

intelligence thereafter.

Okay, we're a step behind.

Alan Perry's already been recruited by North Korea. Stay on him.

Colin, they're headed your way. Get out of there.

Let's go.

It's a good place.

Keep your eyes on the road. You're losing him. Oh, now you want me to speed

up. Oh, easy.

Oh, you're not gonna make it. You're not gonna make it. You're not gonna make it!

All right.

Just about.

Nicky, we're no longer in pursuit.

Please tell us you're still up on the drone.

Yeah, drone is on its way.

Oh, look at this.

Your poor car.

You hate this car.

Well, yeah, it's the worst car I've ever been in, Bill.

Damn it.

I'll call a tow.

What is Pat Kyo-sung even doing here?

I don't know, but RGB doesn't send an officer of his rank without a compelling

reason.

Hi. Guys, you remember Tom Morris, Defense Intelligence?

Tom Morris. Been read in?

Uh, kind of, sort of.

Top line, you attempted to recruit Alan Perry as an asset, but his dance car was

already full.

RGB out of North Korea got a hold of him? Very succinct, Tom. I love how

everything you say sounds at least one-third sarcastic.

I love a man who knows his fractions.

Okay, yeah.

So, um, we started preliminary surveillance, but it appears that Park

Yeo-sung has already been working him.

Drone followed them to a parking garage, but they must have swapped cars.

No idea where they took Alan Perry.

I might have something that's unrelated, but then again, definitely isn't. New

guy, find the photos I sent, throw them up on the big screen.

Okay, image on the left is of the DMZ four weeks ago. The other, from this

morning. You all see what's going on. Yeah, a rather striking increase in the

hate signature.

Troops are moving north. What does Pyongyang say?

Military's calling it a training exercise.

Meantime, the RGB sends operatives here to carry out business with Alan.

Seems somehow related.

We need to know why, except that Alan Perry is currently MIA.

Well, we do know where he's going to be. Tomorrow night, Hudson Heights

Planetarium is at a fundraiser for Beach and Day. So we think he's going to step

out of whatever deal he's working to go to a party?

Well, Megan said he was being evasive about who he was meeting and where. I'm

thinking that maybe this meeting is happening at the party.

Room full of half-drunk centimillionaires and plenty of

security. Good place to conduct foreign espionage.

Planetarium is on a college campus.

Troves of intel to be gleaned there.

Finagle an invite.

Send Bill in on a separate cover.

Yeah, uh, about that. Listen, our last rendezvous didn't have the most

promising ending.

I don't understand.

Isn't being charming and handsome 99% of your job?

Well, thankfully it's not yours, eh, Tom?

I've got a lot of plates to keep spinning.

It's a real tough life tracking a dozen beautiful single women. Uh, Bill,

please, a little respect.

Some of them are married.

Apologize. Get your ass invited to that fundraiser.

I'll get a Pfizer order for surveillance after you do. Okay.

Hi, Brad.

Hey, Megan.

Hi. Hi.

What are you doing here?

I got a house call just down the road.

Couldn't possibly face it without a vanilla latte.

Yeah.

Listen, I'm...

Glad I banged into you, actually, because, well, I feel terrible about

yesterday. I was going to text you, but I was hoping maybe you'd let me make it

up to you.

No, I don't think so.

No? No, I would probably just let it fizzle out.

Okay. Yeah. Seems like a waste of perfectly good carbonation.

I mean, come on. We see each other once every few weeks, and lately you have not

even been there.

So at this point, it's just a little too casual for the effort.

Right. Thank you. Well, um, how's about this for effort? Dinner.

Tonight. Wine, candles, red basket.

No, because I have the fundraiser.

Right.

Fundraiser. Sorry, forgot.

Well, um, I'm sure you've probably got some dashing date lined up to make that

ex-husband of yours incredibly jealous.

But, um, if you haven't, I mean, my schedule's wide open.

Hmm. You're nothing if not persistent.

I've heard that.

Wow.

It's quite the place, isn't it?

Yeah.

I'm going to go check in with an auctioneer real quick.

Yeah, of course.

I'll grab some bubbles. Yeah.

Thank you.

What's your connection to the school, sir?

Oh, look at you.

Press pass is a nice touch. Why isn't it tucked into the ribbon of your fedora?

On the contrary, Bill. I think you make a very convincing journalist.

Everyone clear on the plan?

Yes. Isolate Alan Perry, plant the listing device, then keep him in our

sights. Here she comes.

Happy hunting.

Thank you.

All good? Yeah.

It's great.

You ready?

Okay, I think we are at table four.

There.

Yeah, ooh.

Table 10 of CX-7.

What, velvet socks?

Yeah, Lego head.

Oh, and there's your boss.

Yeah, hold on, hold on.

Let's, um, let's remember while we're here, shall we? This is supposed to be

the fun part.

No, no. No, come on, come on.

No. Yes, come on. Remember, you're in control, not him.

So now I'm on three boards, which is too, too many if you ask me. You do not

say no to the Guggenheim Young Collectors Council.

Especially at your age.

Hi, everyone. This is Brad. Brad, this is everyone.

Are you prefer Brad or Dr. Stein?

No, no, no. Brad is fine. No need for formalities.

Word of advice, Brad.

Don't tell anyone here what you do.

I'll never leave you alone.

Isn't that right, Alan?

And can't even finish his salad without someone pitching him an investment.

Right. Yes, no, I've heard, actually. Megan's told me all about him.

Don't worry. I'm not really into finance.

You know, you lose someone's uncle, you move on. But you lose someone's money.

People don't like losing money. I can confirm that.

No, they do not.

Excuse me. Did I hear you're a doctor?

Oh, I warned you. I have adrenal insufficiency.

I know I shouldn't be drinking, but it's a party, right?

Anyway, I'm two glasses in and feeling a little off.

Should I use my cortisol injection?

Well, actually, I'm just a psychiatrist, so... She just wants your opinion.

Right. Yeah, no. Yeah.

Do you mind if I... Oh.

Oh, that feels... That feels good. I've skipped the injection for now, but stick

to water. And if you do start to feel faint, then just call your

endocrinologist after hours' lines.

Okay? Okay.

I told you people are crazy. You severely undersold it.

All right, here we go.

What brings you out to support me, Jim Day?

I went with the big one because I want it to be bigger than Evans.

It's good. It's perfect.

You know, it's enough champagne for me.

Okay. I think I'm going to get a real drink.

Don't be too long.

I won't be.

Alan's on his own, headed to the bar.

Time to initiate tag team protocol.

Here you go.

Thank you.

This is some event, isn't it? Megan's done a great job.

Oh, yeah, these things are all the same.

Scotch on the rocks, please. Thank you. Brad Science?

I thought I recognized you. Andrew Tapp, New York Magazine.

Oh, right, yes, of course. Nice to see you again. Yeah, you too. I'm doing a

piece on the gala circuit.

Sorry to interrupt.

Don't.

They're following your work impressive. Yeah, you think I can get you on the

record What now?

Five minutes tops promise you can time me Well,

I mean if you're going to interview someone you really should be

interviewing this guy here because he has made a Lot of people in this room a

lot of money. Oh, that's That's something don't be bashful. How about

interview both?

Five minutes. Yeah, sure. Why not five minutes. Thank you means a lot.

Okay. Got some mics for you here set you up here. Yeah

Looking sharp.

Thank you. What publication?

New York Magazine.

You heard of me? Not you, but the publication, yes. Well, I won't take it

personally. Let's get a test, test here. Test, test, test. Oh, yeah, we're up on

it. Perfect.

All right, let's get started.

So I put down another 50K. Hey!

What's the rush?

You're that reporter guy I keep hearing about, right?

That's me, yeah, you know, I'll be right with you. Hang on, hang on.

I'm gonna do you a favor.

I am gonna grant you an exclusive interview.

Oh, that's... No, trust me, trust me. Your editor's gonna flip.

Well... Come on.

You a bourbon guy?

Not tonight. Yeah, you are tonight. Come on.

Lost the target. I do not have eyes.

Call him.

Negative.

Is that you?

Move over here.

Puck? As in Yeosung, the RGB officer?

Who invited that guy to a party?

Bill, the North Korean contingent is somewhere on campus. You need to locate

them and find out what they're doing.

All these doors are locked.

Elevators are in operational column. Did he come back your way?

Impossible. I would have seen him. Then where the hell is he?

All right.

All right, come on.

We'll take it from here.

He said we were clear. We were. We are.

I got it.

What's going on?

No guests permitted in this area.

I'm on the board of trustees.

I know you're just doing your job, but I assure you... Right now, what you need

to do is take... Were those gunshots?

Why would you do that?

You were followed.

You said no more bodies.

Changed my mind. No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

That's another shot fired.

Wait, did Pox just neutralize his own asset?

Two speakers.

Pox giving orders.

Service elevator.

No cameras.

Sounds like they're moving the bodies. Three shots of fire down, we might

already be dead.

Are we blown?

I don't think so.

They seem spooked, but they're not operational yet.

Means I'll be on high alert.

Think we lost the feed.

We didn't lose it.

I just killed it. If Mac sweeps for frequencies, I don't want him tracing it

to us.

Okay, supposing Alan is dead, that means all the RGB wanted from him was access.

And since they've already delivered... A U.S. citizen was just murdered by a

foreign adversary on our soil. Someone want to tell me what we're doing about

that? Before we bring in the big guns, we've got to find these guys.

I mean, this campus is huge.

We have no idea where they're at.

Oh, you're the journalist. Get the story.

Congratulations. Great turnout. Beautiful venue.

Did anybody tell you that the Whitney was actually our original venue and it

fell through?

No one did.

Okay. Yeah.

Do tell.

Alan said that they double booked us.

Luckily this place was available.

Yeah, apparently he just swooped in and secured it at the last minute.

Well, he saved the day, huh?

Interesting. So the university...

It was Alan's choice.

Yeah.

Excuse me. Do I look like a tourist in Cabo?

It's sail boarding, Brad.

Sail boarding, sorry.

Just you, out on the open ocean, reading waves, managing risk.

Managing risk?

Well, you sound like Alan.

You talk about him way too much.

I thought my wife was your date.

Ex-wife.

But, um...

Yeah, all right. Full disclosure, you got me.

I actually came into a bit of money recently, and I keep hearing what a

savvy investor he is.

The next SpaceX.

That's what I'm hearing.

He's bankrolling some grad student.

I don't know, computer science.

Once you love the cloak and dagger, that's what I want to know.

It's the worst when these guys keep their biggest winners for themselves,

you know?

We got it.

Or we got something.

Alan Perry was funding research conducted by grad student Sam Freeman.

Not through his fund. His own money.

You can confirm?

Historical cell phone location data. I can place Freeman in the same room as

Alan Perry a dozen times over the last month.

What's this computer geek working on? I don't know for sure, but he did publish

an article, an academic paper last year.

Interference of in-orbit data transmission.

Satellite hacking.

It was a paper on satellite hacking.

North Korean troops are amassing at the border.

If they can delay U.S. response and hack our satellites and manipulate our

ability to monitor them, our guided missiles won't be able to mark targets.

Big steamroll over South Korea.

Any counter would be flying blind.

We need Park in our custody.

He's got to be somewhere in that campus.

What about this student Sam Freeman?

Something's wrong there.

Okay, so this Sam Freeman's project's in play here. Where is he?

Missing for 36 hours.

His phone hasn't pinged. I think... Yeah, we think too.

Okay, well, what about his lab? Where's that?

It's in a basement. Abnormal power usage.

Isolated network traffic. I'll direct you. Great.

What are you waiting for?

Baxter.

May I have your attention, please?

Apologies for barging in, but I've imported a business here that cannot be

interrupted.

This belongs to someone in this room who wishes to disturb our business.

Bones in the back. Now!

Any other devices?

Don't make me ask twice.

Hey, hey, hey!

If

these

guys can't continue without eliminating the threat, it means we can still stop

them. Yeah, we gotta keep all these people safe first.

Excuse me, sir.

I think I know how we can resolve this amicably.

Evan, Evan, don't. Don't worry, Doc. I got this.

This is what I do.

Look, I don't know anything about any spies, but if it's money you want, just

please, name your price.

Yeah?

It's okay, it's okay. Hudson, now you will take this seriously.

Someone in this crowd is intent on stopping us.

Step forward now, or the next bullet goes into someone's skull.

Colin, Bill, you there?

Still nothing.

Momentary signal interference.

Pentagon's crawling up my ass. They want answers. I'd love to provide them, but

I'm not a computer science engineer.

So, walk me through this, Dexter.

It's Baxter, and I'm not a computer science engineer either, so... Baxter,

what are we looking at?

Sam Freeman. He is a software engineer. He developed a program capable of

exploiting communication vulnerabilities in our satellite software.

Do you have a reset button? Try it again.

So here's how it works. I'm a fixed location.

Like, say, a computer console inside a secret underground lab?

Yeah. They inject any given satellite with his malware software, cutting off

that satellite from everything and everyone else.

So if the North Koreans cross that border, we won't be able to track them.

Baek Hyo-sung took control of that nerve center and then killed Alan Perry to tie

up loose ends.

Are they operational yet? There's no evidence of it. Nikki's right. As you

can see, we're still up on the satellites over the DMZ. What the hell

was that? What?

That. There it is again.

Judas Priest, it's happening right now. North Korea took down our satellites.

Software works.

Your boys need to get to that lab before they do the same to the entire NATO

alliance. Where are they?

Baxter, run the diagnostics on those comms. I'm on it.

Time for a Hail Mary.

Yeah.

Follow my lead.

I'm a doctor.

I'm a doctor, and that woman there is suffering from stress-related adrenal

crisis. Her blood pressure is plummeting, and she will go into cardiac

arrest at any moment.

That's not my concern.

Well, it is mine, so please let me help her.

She dies.

You will be next.

Fair enough.

Fair enough.

I feel fine.

I need you to take some deep breaths for me.

Do you have your cortisol injection?

You do?

Okay. Well, your heart rate is really dropping, so... Yeah, let me get you on

the floor.

Could someone give me a hand here, please?

Sure, I can help.

Here we go.

Nice and comfy here.

If you could grab a chair. I need to get her feet above her heart. Sure. Try and

get this heart rate down.

What are you doing?

They'll kill us.

Don't worry about them. You just focus on me.

All right.

Just one more time before we do this.

Oh, this is working, actually. Your heart rate's coming down quite nicely.

Thank you so much. Yeah, of course. Thank you.

I think we can actually skip the injection today.

That was Pac-Com.

None of our satellites are communicating.

What about our allies?

Total blackout. Nobody knows what the hell is going on.

The shutdown happened 20 minutes ago. If we try a preemptive strike, we're

walking into a damn buzzsaw.

Uh, their comms seem to be disabled.

Then I need you to call in the cavalry.

These are highly sophisticated intelligence officers.

We are way past that.

It is kick in the door time.

You heard me. Make the call. You are here as a courtesy.

DIA has no authority in this station. You don't get to tell me what to do. Our

people's lives are on the line. I know that. My daughter's life is on the line.

She's at the JSA in Panmunjom, with UN command.

She'll be caught in the crossfire.

So please, I am begging you, make the call.

I'm sorry, Tom. I didn't know.

Baxter, see if you can hack into their security systems, and then we'll

scramble ground branch.

The doctor's visit is over. Okay, okay. We have work to do. This is taking too

long. Either someone admits to being the spy right now, or we will begin shooting

each of you, one by one.

Fine.

Have it your way.

You don't need to do that.

I know who your spy is.

You know who the spy is?

That's right.

Then let's hear it.

It's him.

Who do you think you are? You've been checking the exits since you got here,

haven't you? Planning a quick getaway. You think that you should be in charge?

I should take the word of a hostage?

I study people for a living. This is what I do. If you don't believe me,

just... I don't know. Just check his pockets or something.

Hey, hey.

You feel that?

That's your heart trying to break out of your chest.

You've got about 30 seconds till it stops, so tell me where that cell jammer

is, and I'll maybe give you the antidote. Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Good lad.

There's no antidote, is there? Nope.

Sounded scary, though, didn't it?

Baxter, can you hear me? Hey, they're back up. Colin, we're here. You guys

okay? Yeah, we are, thanks for asking. Now, where are we going? I got you.

Step away from the console.

Sorry. Well, you're too late.

Don't even think about it!

Let me give you some room.

You good?

Yeah. I need to get these satellites back online.

Yes, sir.

I understand.

I'm on with General Carlson right now.

I do not think we're there yet. We have a team on the ground as we speak.

Copy. Stand by.

Now you listen to me.

Carlson, you are way over your skis on this one.

I don't care who ordered it. Our fusion cell needs more time.

Fine. But if this devolves into World War III, it's your head in the

guillotine. Yeah, up yours as well.

Everything okay?

If we don't get our satellites back on, Combined Forces Command will have no

choice but to launch preemptive action on North Korea.

Do you realize what that means?

I'm trying my best here.

Try harder.

You have exactly two minutes.

Oh, okay.

Let's see, you'll have to talk me through this. What are we dealing with?

Uh, the malware infecting our satellites is running under the cover of a system's

watchdog. I have a list of access codes, but I don't know which one is the

shutoff, so we'll have to try them all.

Oh, great. Well, we've got 60 seconds, so plenty of time for that. Start with

wdog underscore reap. Let me know when you have it.

Nothing happened.

Okay, next try netboys underscore helper.

Nope. Come on, Baxter. We're running out of time here. We are a minute away from

launching an invasion on a sovereign nation.

Shut it down.

Okay, too late.

I'm gonna have to do a hard reset.

What the hell was that?

He shot the computer.

Just shot the computer?

I don't know how else to say it. He shot the computer.

Hang on.

That might have worked.

Carlson, stand down. Do you hear me? Our satellites are back up, so you need to

call this invasion off right now.

Because I am staring at it on the big board.

So you either pull your troops back, or I will come over there myself and feed

you your own soul.

No.

I'll call you back.

I need a secure link to the Pentagon.

Coming right up.

Well, guys, satellite's back up and running.

God, I hate computers.

You look good with a gun.

Hey, we'll make a hell of a team, Doc.

We got it done.

We sure did, Evan.

I'm gonna be right there, Evan, okay?

You okay?

What a night.

Yeah.

How did you know how to do all of that?

I was a doctor in the Royal Marines before I got into the head-shrinking

business.

Yeah, yeah.

And the other guy?

That reporter?

A good Samaritan, I guess.

New York seems to have a few still.

Yeah.

When Evan went down, I...

I didn't think about the settlement or the lawyers or the thousand ways I hate

him.

I only thought, my son's father is dying.

He drives me insane.

We made a person together.

A little life.

And there's no clean break for something like that. It's just...

Two people... Figuring out how to be in the same room together.

Yeah.

Well, you're a better person than I am, because I don't think I'd be able to do

that.

You take care of yourself, Brad.

You too.

You're more quiet than usual.

Did your unwitting asset break up with you?

No. It was more of a conscious uncoupling.

Dr. Brad's science MD is going to take a bit of time for himself, I think.

Good for Brad.

What about Colin Glass?

You spoken with Tony?

No.

I did sleep with her, though.

You want to talk about it? No, not particularly.

Okay. All you need to know is I've got it completely under control.

You know, that's exactly what an alcoholic says before they hit rock

bottom.

Ah, damn.

Look at that.

Is that supposed to come off? No.

Guess that's not fight-proof. Here, you mind? Yeah, here.

Need a light?

Yeah.

Look at that.

What is it?

Looks like microdome.

Classified file shrunk down to a millimeter in size.

Why is there one in my dad's watch?

We're taking the detail back to my place.

What?

Take a look.

The unredacted Felix Vincent file. Mm-hmm.

Why did my dad hide the file of an international assassin?

What the... Felix Vincent was a CIA asset.

My dad's asset.