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Kevin.

Mrs. Salib, I'm...
I'm so sorry to bother you,

but I was wondering
if I could...

I know. It's so early,
and I hate to ask,

but I-i have a big meeting
this morning,

and I didn't have a chance
to get to the store, so...

Mrs. Salib,
you are a lifesaver.

Something's wrong.

I was supposed to meet my source
at Hamdi Market last night.

He didn't show.

I tried.
He's not picking up his phone.

Okay, they're following me.

Police!

Don't shoot.
Don't shoot.

Journalist. I'm...
I'm a journalist.

Mr. Jensen, welcome
to Tariq prison.

I suggest you make yourself
at home.

My name is commander Bahar.

I'll be overseeing
your interrogation.

Interrogation?

No. No, wait. Listen. I don't
know who you think I am.

We know exactly
who you are.

Kevin Jensen, journalist.

Sahafi. S-Sahafi.

Yes. Reporter.

Yes. I'm an international
correspondent

for the empire times
in New York.

I'm in Kyrkistan to cover...

Objectively cover...

What some people are saying...

Human rights violations
by y...

As you can see,
I've been reading your work.

Stories about
oppressed students in China.

"Missing mustard gas

stolen by extremists
in Libya."

All very convincing.

But also a lie.

You say you come here
to report.

This is true, but not as a
journalist for an American paper.

As an operative for the CIA.

CIA?

Come on.
You don't really believe that.

Go ahead. Call my editor.
I...

I have a degree
from the school of journalism

at Boston university. I...

I want a lawyer.

And I want a phone call.

And I assert the rights
afforded to the press

by the humanitarian law
set forth by article...

I don't care about
the government's policy, Walter.

We're talking about my son.

If there's a way to pay
for his release,

then look into it, Walter.

We should be exploring
every option.

That was the family lawyer.

He's skiing in Aspen.

Meryl, I am so sorry.

Kevin's paper's
been fantastic.

I spoke with
the editor in Chief.

She promises to use every
resource at her disposal.

What's the state department
saying?

Their intelligence confirms.

He's being charged
with espionage.

Kevin's not a spy, Scottie.

You know him as well as anyone.
And I don't understand.

Don't they have to tell us what
evidence they're relying on?

No, not in their system.

There's no formal arraignment,
no written charges,

no right to council.

But he will get a trial?

If you can call it that.

There are no witnesses called.

He won't be allowed
to make statements.

Generally, the judge just reviews
the government's case in chambers

and reaches a verdict.
When will that happen?

I don't know.
They won't give notice.

Could be a day,
could be a few years.

The man I spoke with... uh, his
name is Jerry Langsfeld. He...

He's the under secretary for civilian
security, democracy, and human rights.

He said state was working

with the FBI,
doing everything they can.

I told him, "you can send
a black hawk with a seal team

and go get my kid.
That's what you can do."

Let me get you some water.
"That won't be possible."

That's what he said. Like I'd asked
him if Tuesday was good for dinner.

Jerry's a nice guy,
but he's not calling the shots.

There are others
I can reach out to.

Thank you.

I'm just...

Kevin loves you so much.

And I don't know
what I'd do without you.

Hey. Hey.

I'll get him back.

Welcome, players.

For those of you
joining our game in progress,

today we'll be talking
about Kyrkistan,

the brutal and unseasonably
chilly nation-state

located on the eastern border
of Turkey.

- Leaving when?
- Tbd.

Scottie just said to have
everyone stand ready.

Please tell me we're
going to get Kevin Jensen.

You know him?
No, but I know his work.

He's one of the best investigative
journalists we have.

He'll do anything
for the story.

Yeah, well, he picked a pretty insane
time to go sniffing around Kyrkistan.

The country's run by this guy...

President Ahmed Aberjan.

He's supposed to be up for
re-election in six weeks,

but I guess he didn't like
how the polls were tracking

because he decided
not to risk it.

Instead, he cracked down
on the rival political party.

Mm, doesn't sound
very Democratic.

Put the whole country
on lockdown.

Tens of thousands
have been arrested.

Police, military,
judges, students...

Journalists. He's taking out
anyone who doesn't support him.

So bottom line, it won't be
easy getting in undetected.

Especially with the weaponry
needed for a rescue mission.

Well, getting in
is only the beginning.

We still have to rescue Jensen

from a maximum-security prison

and get him and our team
out of the country safely.

Not that that doesn't sound
thrilling, but...

How the hell
are we supposed to do that?

You don't.
Fine. Then you do it.

Absolutely not.

Look, Aberjan's
on the warpath right now.

The man's paranoid, angry,
and we're on the long list

of enemies he's pointing the finger at.
That's ridiculous.

We supported his regime. Yeah, well,
apparently not to his satisfaction.

He's making threats, and we're doing
everything we can to appease him.

You're letting him railroad
an American civilian.

Kevin Jensen's not CIA.
Come on.

This kid's like family to me.

And we will employ
every diplomatic resource

to bring him home.

I'm sorry, Scottie.
I really am.

But you know the deal.
We need Aberjan.

We've got our hands full fighting
extremists in the region.

To do that, our military
needs safe passage

across Kyrkistani airspace.

If I send in a black-ops team
to forcibly extract Jensen,

Aberjan will close the airspace,
and the president will fire me,

and he'd be right to do so.

I don't need your permission.

Now, you listen.

Your government is telling you
to stand down.

I'll say that again

so that you don't someday argue
to some congressional committee

that I was unclear.

Stand down.

They're torturing him, Bob.

You know how they operate.

They'll coerce a confession
and execute him.

That's if he survives
the interrogation.

My name is Kevin Jensen.

I'm 32 years old.

I entered this country
claiming to be a journalist

working for the empire times

as an international
correspondent, but...

That was not the truth.

The truth is I am
a deep-cover operative

for the central
intelligence agency.

I apologize
to the Kyrkistani people.

I pray for their understanding,
and now...

For their mercy.

None of that was true.

You know that.
I'm a reporter. Sahafi.

Your denials are an insult.

There will be no mercy.

In time, you will be executed
for your crimes.

But I said
what you wanted me to say.

You say what you are...

Not because I want you to...

But because this is the truth.

Please...

Please don't...

No. Please don't do this.

I entered this country
claiming to be a journalist

working for the empire times

as an international
correspondent, but...

That was not the truth.

Hi, honey. As you can see,
I'm here at the Jensen house.

I know you're
somewhere across the world

saving us
from god knows what,

but I thought you should know
today is a very big day

here too.

Aunt Scottie, watch this!

That's right.
No training wheels.

Kevin, be careful.

I'm okay.

Scottie,
everyone's standing by.

What do you want me
to tell them?

I lost my son, Christopher,
when he was four.

He and Kevin were
in the same preschool class...

Blue room... a lifetime ago.

When Christopher disappeared,
when I lost my family,

the Jensens made me
part of theirs.

Kevin's not my child, but...

If I leave him there,
he'll die.

Diplomacy won't save him.

He'll be executed,

and we won't know
until it's over.

With Howard gone, everyone's
watching what you do now,

and ordering
an unsanctioned black op

on enemy soil

is going to make
a lot of people very nervous.

Where are we on infiltration?

There's a plan.
It's awaiting your approval.

Let me be clear.
The administration

has specifically instructed
halcyon to stand down.

For that reason,
what I'm asking you to do

is even more dangerous
and illegal

than most of the Grey matters
we take on.

You know Jensen
and his family?

Very well. Kevin and my son,
Christopher, were friends.

They were?

Yes, and I've remained
close with him and his family.

Look, this is personal for me.

I'm not hiding that,
and I realize that fact

may be clouding my judgment,

but I won't leave him there.

You all have to make
your own decision.

If you want out,
you have my word

there won't be any reprisals.

But if you do,
I need to know now.

So, how do we get in?

Our journey begins
with the European union.

They got a partnership
and cooperation agreement

with Kyrkistan,
but president Aberjan

has been acting like
a real dictator lately.

So that relationship's
a bit dicey.

The Eu wants a meeting.

Under pressure,
Aberjan has agreed

to make some low-level
foreign ministers available.

Which we thought
was an opportunity.

I agree.
Who are they sending?

You mean,
"who were they sending?"

Two special envoys...
One Dutch, one German.

These were submitted
electronically

to Kyrkistan for pre-approval
a few hours ago.

Of course I intercepted them.

We propose to send
these instead,

along with a request to hold
the meeting up by 48 hours.

Call me Omar Claasen.

Trained in law at the Hague,

four years as a special
representative in Ankara,

two in Brussels.

...Helen Gruner,

most recently a part
of the Eu delegation

to Afghanistan.
I like it.

When you deplane, you'll be
met by a government liaison.

He'll check your credentials
against the ones we pre-cleared.

Mr. Claasen, Ms. Gruner.

Welcome to Kyrkistan.
Documents, please.

And what if something
goes wrong?

If it does, you're on your own.
There's no backup this time.

Uh-oh.

If things pop off, we take down
these two, go back the way we came,

try to get back to the tarmac.
Mm-hmm.

Is there a problem?
Security matter.

I assumed it would be acceptable to
review your credentials here at the gate.

I was wrong.

My superior insisted on
inspecting them personally.

It appears everything's
in order.

If you follow me, I will
escort you to a hotel. Danke.

- Yes.
- Once you land, the clock's ticking.

You have to be out before
the real Eu envoys show up

and your cover is blown.

What about weapons?

Weapons are my job.
Dumont

thinks that we can just,
uh...

Drive them right across
the border.

How? What are we
hiding them in?

There's a trucking company
called Kyrkistan logistics.

Twice a week, they drive
supplies and equipment

across the border
to Armenia,

where they're unloaded
and come back empty.

All I have to do
is seize control

of the truck in Armenia,
load the weapons,

and then drive it back
across the border undetected.

Forget it. They'll inspect
the truck on return.

How do we hide assault rifles and
body armor in an empty truck?

It's my personal spin on what
scientists call a Rochester cloak.

It was developed at the university
of Rochester, although...

They never did it
quite like this.

So it's
a cloaking device?

Kinda. More of
a system than a device.

Bottom line, it uses a pre-standing
array of mirrors and lenses

to bend light around objects
you want to hide.

Looks empty.

That's the idea.

But go ahead, step inside.

The light coming off
the back wall

is literally bent around
the boxes at the center

and projected
to the eye unbroken.

Tasty.

Okay, let's do some recon
on the driver.

His name is Evren Margosian.

He delivers a shipment
in Armenia at 7:00 A.M.

Now, we've mapped out
his return route,

which generally includes
a truck stop

about 20 minutes
from the border.

That's where
you'll need to take him.

Once you have the truck, you'll
take it to an arranged location.

We have people standing by to configure
the cloak and load the gear.

From there,
you just have to drive.

How's your Arabic?

Hmm.

We're in.

Not bad.

Sit tight. You're fine.

Uh-oh.

He didn't see anything.
He just got distracted.

They're talking about something else.
He left the frickin' door open.

Is that a problem?
Uh, yeah.

The air in the truck is a lot
warmer than the air outside.

What happens when a mass of cold
air meets a mass of warm air?

The condensation is going
to break the illusion.

You're burned.
Get out of there!

I made it across.

I'm on foot, about
a mile inside the border.

Thank god.

Question is, what now, Tom-Tom?

We just lost all our weapons.

Yeah. And to replace them,

we're gonna need a contact

with access
to military-grade gear.

Hang on. Hang on.

I might know someone.

He's not a soldier,
but he makes a living

by getting people
what they need.

I'll send the address.
Okay.

Yes, yes.

Your man just got here,
Scottie.

You could have saved him
the trip.

Volkan, darling,
this is no time to be shy.

You're one of the most powerful
men in the Kyrkistani underworld.

Surely you can get
what we need.

Under normal circumstances,
yes,

but things right now,
they're anything but normal.

Many of my associates
have been arrested.

Many of my assets
have been seized.

In fact, the only reason
I myself was not arrested

is because I maintain high-level
contacts within the national police.

Name your price. I don't
think I need to tell you

what the government would do
to my family, to my business,

if your people were caught and
connected to me. They won't be.

You're expanding
into real estate,

developing areas destroyed
by regional fighting.

What if I get you contracts?

American government contracts?

No, no, no,

now you're overreaching.

Even Howard
could not get that done.

Try me.

You and Howard were associates.

I'm suggesting we be friends.

Okay, friend,
truth be told,

there is one contract
I am interested in.

My daughter is a singer.

She loves
your American pop music.

I want a record deal

with an American label,
album release,

national tour.

I'm not a record executive.

But you know people who are.

Hey, you ask me what I want.

That is what I want.

Fine. I'll...
I'll get her a deal.

But no guarantee on a tour.

I mean, how do I even know
if she's any good?

fantastic. Really.

So good.

Thank you. Thank you for
indulging a proud papa.

Brava! Brava!

You're kidding, right?
That... that's everything?

I told you. Most of my
stockpile has been seized.

These two are empty?
Yes.

I don't think our good friend
Volkan understands.

We're talking about an assault
on a maximum-security prison.

We won't get past
the perimeter

with two rifles.

We need night vision.
We need body armor,

grenade... I don't know if we
need night vision goggles...

You don't want it? Fine.
We're done here.

No, no, no, no, no. We didn't say that, all
right? It's just not what we expected.

Give... give us a minute.

Ungrateful.

I am risking my life here.

These days, even the rumor that you
spoke critically of the president

is enough to get you thrown
into a cell.

Yeah,

that could work to our advantage. How?

You said you had friends
in the national police?

Yes. Could they get
us uniforms and gear?

Of course. Why?

What if someone told
the national police

that the warden and his staff
at Tariq prison

were supporting Aberjan's rival
in the upcoming election?

I imagine emergency warrants
would issue for their arrest.

We could piggyback on that,
right?

Walk right through
the front door.

We need a vehicle.

But that could work. Attaboy. Hmm.

Naz, you've got
a right turn

coming up in three, two...

Roger that.

We're all set.

Volkan's sources confirm

arrest warrants
were issued

for the warden
and 16 of his employees.

Convoy's tracking
south to north.

According to this,

you're headed straight for it.

Stand by. Go for siren. Copy that.

Right.

Now, sweet cheeks!

We are in position.

East exit.
If we get him out,

it won't do much good
without a ride.

I'll be there.

All right. We're inside.

Best guess,
Jensen's being held

in the northeast quadrant.

Good. Moving east.

I see the corridor
to the northeast quadrant.

Jensen.

Kevin Jensen?

We got him.
He's alive.

Just hang on.

Okay. Get back.

Whoever that was is gonna
come looking for him.

Yeah, we need to keep moving, or none
of us are going to make it out of here.

We are Oscar Mike.

Be advised, our cover is blown.

We are heading
for the northwest exit.

Had to neutralize
an unfriendly.

At this point,
it's only a matter of time

before the police come
and discover the body.

Nez...
Yeah, I heard.

I'm repositioning now.

There it is.

All right. You're okay.
You're okay.

Dumont, are you seeing this?
We need another way out.

They found your unfriendly.
It's not just where you are.

The whole building's going into
emergency lockdown. We're boxed in.

Forward exit's blocked, and we
can't go back the way we came.

Hey, Dumont, we're gonna take
this chance here.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Come here.

We're in the kitchen, Dumont.
Where the hell are we going?

I'm on it. Looks like there's
a way out at the far end.

There should be a storage room
on your right

that leads out to an exit door. Got it.

Yeah.

It's not working.

Dumont, I'm looking
at a security keypad.

How many numbers?

Six.

Son of a bitch.

Okay, I can try
to override remotely.

That's gonna take time,
brother.

Come on.

Aah!

Tom? Solomon, talk to me.

We're pinned down.

I'm out.

Stay here.
What are you doing?

Can't hold them
like this forever.

The keypad... how many is that?
Four.

Dumont,
I hate to rush you, buddy,

but in about 20 seconds,
we're about to be overrun.

I'm trying.

That's five.

Come on, Dumont.
One more.

Not gonna make it.

Well, then, neither will we.

Here comes number six.

Let's move!

You have news?

We found Kevin.
He's alive and stable.

Oh, thank god!

I-it's not over.

He's not out
of the country yet,

but, uh, he's with my people.

We're bringing him home.

Scottie, the Chief of staff's on the
phone for you. Excuse me one moment.

- What the hell did you do?
- Sorry, Bob,

but you're gonna need to be
a little more specific.

You know perfectly well
what I'm talking about.

Why are my assets in Kyrkistan
telling me about a firefight

at the prison where
Kevin Jensen is being held?

I think you mean,
was being held.

I told you to stand down.

And I told you I didn't need
your permission.

Halcyon is
an independent entity.

Howard founded it that way,
ran it that way.

And he may be gone, but that
hasn't changed. I swear, Scottie,

if our relationship
with Aberjan crumbles

so you could rescue a civilian
for personal reasons,

you're done.

You could be indicted for this.

Oh, please.
We're way past that, Bob.

The things I know? The things halcyon
has done in the name of this country?

This administration?

We are the very definition
of "too big to fail."

You can't afford to make us
an enemy. You need us.

So please spare me the
selective memory and morality.

Now you do sound like Howard.

Look. What's done is done,

and the truth, is I could use
an assist at this point.

So please tell your boss

he can either abandon Jensen
and my people over there,

or step up and be
part of the solution.

We're working on
a new exfiltration plan.

So, we'll get you home,
just a few hours.

Wait. No, we can't just leave.

I came here to report
on human rights violations.

My camera and my laptop are all still
at the building where I was staying.

I need to go get them.
Absolutely not.

The entire government's
looking for us.

And we're basically
down to handguns.

Please. The people I spoke
with, the victims...

They deserve to have
their stories heard.

They spoke to me
at great personal risk.

If I don't have my notes
and my recordings,

all of this was for nothing.
Nez is right.

The apartment's the first place
they're gonna look.

I'm sorry, man. It's just
not a risk we can take.

No, of course. I get it.

You guys have... you guys have
done enough already.

Safety has to be the priority.

All right.
Today must be our lucky day.

Government didn't approve
of this mission,

but now that it's done, they're not
gonna abandon us in hostile territory.

So they're coming to get us?
No.

Oh. But if we can make
it to our embassy,

preferably without
being discovered,

they'll stick us
on the next flight home.

But it's not going to be easy.

The embassy is 12 miles
from here.

We just sit tight
till it's dark.

Dumont will monitor
police activities.

We just stay one step ahead.

Stay on back roads,
keep out of sight.

Still, it's going to be
a long 12 miles.

Mm.

Where's Jensen?

He was just here.

We risk our lives to go get
this guy, and he bolts on us?

I guess you were right, Tom.
Anything for a story.

Screw that. No story's worth
getting killed for.

And I did not come all the way
out here for nothing.

Well, now you know
how he feels.

Guy risks his life because
the work needs doing.

I'm not saying he was right
to go, but... I get it.

Kevin...

Kevin!

I'll be out of here
in two seconds, Mrs. Salib.

Thank you.

There's no sign
of Jensen out front.

It's possible the police
were waiting for him.

And us.

Only one way to find out.

Go. We'll keep watch
from here.

What the hell are you doing,
huh?

I told you we can't be here.

I got what I came for.
Let's go.

What do you think? I think we
should've been chiropractors.

Or proctologists. Pretty
much anything else. Hm.

Can't defend this position.
Let's go. Okay.

We had to ditch the car. We got company.
How many?

Too many.
Can we take them?

No, I count six vehicles.
That's at least a dozen police

and state security. We gotta
find a different way out.

I know a way.
Follow me.

Shh!

Our apologies.

Dumont, there's been a change
in the program.

We're mobile and in some
serious trouble, my friend.

What? No, no, no. You're supposed
to be sitting tight until dark.

Yeah, you know, it turns out that
game plan was not unanimous.

Had to call an audible. We're
travelling in a commandeered vehicle.

I need you to get on the phone with the embassy
right now and tell them we're coming in.

On it.
Guys.

Yes, this is halcyon operator
one-niner, contract code 6-3-7,

Sierra-2.

Be advised, we are requesting

early arrival of our package
at the northern gate.

Copy that, halcyon one-niner.

Package will be arriving
momentarily,

with authorities in pursuit.

There's a road block up ahead.

All right. There's the gate.
We're almost there.

What do I do? Should I stop?
Should I go back?

- Back's not an option.
- There's nowhere to go.

Brace yourselves!
We're gonna hit it!

Down!

Come on.
Get him inside.

Where you going?
Get him inside. Take him.

Keen, don't even
think about it. Keen.

On presidential authority,

we demand
the release Kevin Jensen

and the fugitives
that helped him escape.

I don't know anything
about that, commander.

You send them out right now,
or we are coming in.

Sir, if you take
one more step,

I am authorized by
my government to shoot you.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?
Come on. He can make it.

He can make it.

He can make it!

This is how you preserve
our plausible deniability?

With a gun battle
and car chase?

It couldn't be avoided.

I've got their ambassador
holding on the line.

They're demanding
we hand over Jensen

and your team.

Bob, I'm going to have
to call you back.

He didn't make it?

No.

You two can go on in.

Mrs. Hargrave,
I'm Rebecca Fuller,

editor of the paper,
and this is...

Robert Wilmont,
white house Chief of staff;

and Owen Pruitt, deputy
director of the CIA. We've met.

Scottie, you have to believe me. I
didn't know until this morning.

CIA? He was never
a journalist.

He was an operative.

This country considers him
a patriot.

He never said anything.

I'm not surprised.

Kevin was one of our best.

We recruited him
right out of school.

Letting agents pose
as journalists

puts real journalists
at risk.

It violates CIA policy.

No. As a policy,
we avoid using journalists.

Unless the director decides
it's absolutely necessary

to protect national security.

And this was?

What was Kevin
doing out there?

Something that needed doing.

I wish I could say more.

I understand you are the one
who went back for these.

You should know,
the material on this

will save a lot
of American lives.

You did a great service
bringing these home.

Well, at least his family
can take comfort

knowing he died
for something important.

No, son, they can't.

Oh, come on. Why not?

The U.S. denied Kevin
was an asset.

Admitting it now would destroy
any remaining chance

of repairing relations
with Aberjan.

It would also shine
a spotlight

on everyone Kevin
made contact with

in the field.

Other active agents
would be at risk.

We can't have anyone thinking

or saying anything other
than that he was a journalist.

Are we clear?

His mother's
one of my best friends.

I won't lie to her.

That's exactly
what you have to do.

It's my fault.

I thought going to get him
was the right thing to do.

No, don't do that
to yourself.

I asked you to go.

Kevin would've died there.

What you did gave him
a fighting chance.

He chose to go back,
and that was Kevin.

Nothing was more important
than the story.

If we had to lose him,

at least I know he died

doing what he loved the most.

What is it?

Nothing.

I just can't believe
he's really gone.

So you didn't tell his mother.

No.

Why not?

I don't know.

I... I, uh...

I guess in the moment,
I just felt

Kevin wouldn't
have wanted me to.

Imagine, her own son,

and she had no idea
who he really was.

They can't all have
happy endings.

Be proud of
what we did out there.

I am.

Kevin, look at aunt Scottie.

Christopher. Christopher,
wave at mommy.

Love you, mom.

Give me a drink.

Kevin, did you make a wish?