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All done. Can we go skating now?

Soon, honey.
Your dad has to finish eating.

Dad eats so slow.

He does, doesn't he?

That's me. I got to go.

I wish you were coming skating with us.

Yeah, well, heaven forbid your mom
has to miss her spa appointment.

Look, I won't be long,
and when I get back,

we'll-we'll do something
really, really fun.

- Pinky swear?
- Pinky promise.

After you.

Got to stay hydrated.

Very kind. Thank you.

Have a good one.

I'm choosing the TV show we watch!

Stay here girls, okay?

Jasmine?

_

Wow. That was amazing.

And my hunch is

Extreme Risk Management
brings all of the employees

they're trying to poach here, right?

Very perceptive, Mr. Yates.

Listen, I... I've heard
nothing but great things

about your company,
and living in London would be a trip.

I sense a "but" coming.

No. No "but."

Definitely intrigued.

It would take a lot for me
to actually leave Cri/Res.

You sound
like an ace negotiator already.

Beaumont must be rubbing off on you.

Oliver, we are prepared
to make a very large

- financial commitment to you.
- Oh, that's a good start.

We also hope that
when you come aboard,

you'd be interested in forming

your own team, and then leading it.

Lead my own team?

Have you been given
that opportunity at Cri/Res yet?

No, actually, I...

I haven't.

Well, then, I can count on you

to give our offer
some serious consideration.

Hey, Eric. What's up?

You're still in London?

Listen, Maxine's working out

at Cri/Res, and Zara's dealing
with morning sickness,

so I need you to jump on a plane
and get to Vienna right away.

Vienna? What's going on?

I'll brief you when you get there.

All right. Bye, Ollie.

- Charles de Gaulle, s'il vous plait
- Oui, monsieur.

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2x03 SECRETS & SPIES

This must all be
very upsetting, Mr. Bradshaw.

As consular affairs agent
for the U.S. Embassy,

I can connect you
with the Viennese police.

It's not that I don't want to.

I just don't have a choice.

Okay, well,
if you don't want me to do that,

there isn't a lot I can do.

Which is why he called us.

Actually, I called you, guys,

because it's my company protocol
for international emergencies.

What exactly do you do
at Surge-Core Energy?

I'm an accountant. I...
We all get the handbook.

I'm sorry, Mr. Smith.

Was there something more
you wanted to add before we take over?

No. I'm done.

I'll be in touch, Mr. Bradshaw.

Okay, the message on the mirror...

any idea what the word "it" refers to?

- No. None.
- Trashed room,

the specific yet oblique use
of the word "it" as a ransom,

along with the fact that
you and your family

are 4,800 miles from home
suggests you really should.

I mean, I... work
for a small oil company.

I don't see the connection.

How about your wife?

She's a diamond broker.

But she was gonna leave the job
after this trip. All the traveling,

being away from the kids...
it was too much for her.

- Diamonds make sense as ransom.
- But Jas sells industrial diamonds.

They're not worth much.

She only brought a few samples
and left them in the hotel safe.

So, this trip to Vienna was for work?

For Jasmine, yeah. The girls and I...

we showed up yesterday morning
to surprise her.

She must have been pretty excited
to see you guys, then.

Yeah. Yeah, she was.

First, you really need
to be more honest with us

and stop withholding information.

What? Look, I've told you everything.

Jasmine went to the baths,
the girls and I... we went skating.

You hesitated when asked if your wife
was excited to see you in Vienna.

Jasmine and I...

we had a fight last night.

You fight a lot?

For the last couple years, yeah.

All her traveling the world,

me not knowing where she was,
her being secretive...

Thought maybe she was having an affair?

For a while, yeah.

But when she said
she was gonna quit her job,

I let it go.

But when we showed up yesterday,
she wasn't excited.

She was... she was angry.

She thought
you were checking up on her.

Maybe I should have been.

I made reservations
to kick off the vacation with a dinner.

Last minute, she got a work call,
said she had to bail.

Bringing back your suspicions.

May I?

Hello?

Downstairs. Backdoor. Now.

Okay, sit tight. We've got this, okay?

Neil definitely fits the profile

of the jealous, untrusting spouse.

That said, it actually could
be someone after diamonds.

Maybe, but then
the ransom note would've read,

"Hand them over," not "Hand it over."

I'm not sure
that's what they're after.

I take it you're
who we spoke with on the phone.

- My name is Eric...
- Do you have it?

First, I need proof that Jasmine's alive.

Believe me, she will be fine,

as long as you give us what we ask.

Yeah, that's not how this works.

That's a nice gun.

Unfortunately, using it
will not get you what you want.

Put it on.

- Hey, hey, if you think...
- I'm fine, Oliver.

Relax, treat yourself
to a massage or something.

I don't know, check out the spa maybe.

Please.

Please, I don't know what you want.

I have a family.

Look, you have the wrong person.

Please, just let me go.

Please.

I'm sorry, I-I don't recall.

She could have been here,
but with all the commotion

this morning, it's hard to remember.

What commotion?

Um, some lady passed out.

Probably overdid it in the baths.

You know the type.

The ones who don't like to exercise,

so they try and sweat off
the last burger they ate.

Right. Burger sweaters.

Of course.

You see those security cameras?

- Yeah.
- Can you access

the footage to the-the hallways
and the baths?

You want security footage
from our baths?

Our clients expect to come here
without worrying about...

Okay, how's... 500 euros?

Make it a thousand,
and I will throw in a facial scrub.

- What do you need, Yates?
- A thousand euros would be nice.

- What?
- Never mind.

I just scored footage from the spa.

Can you check it
for anything suspicious?

Also, I need CCTV footage

from the outside location,
if you can grab it.

"If" I can grab it. I'll call you back

- as soon as I have something.
- Okay, cool.

Are we gonna say good-bye
like civilized people, or just hang up

like they do in the movies?

Listen, Max, I'm...
thinking about leaving Cri/Res.

I've been headhunted by another firm.

Wow...

What does Eric think?

Well...

You haven't told him. I get that.

Eric knows you're the most
valuable member of his team.

Sure, that's what he says.
You know Eric.

He's a master at telling people
what they need to hear.

You mean like you are, Mr. Profiler.

- Come on, I'm not like that.
- Neither is Eric.

Yeah? Then how come I can read anyone,
but I can't read him?

It's 'cause Eric is always on, saying
and doing what's best for the job,

and what's best for the job
is best for Eric,

which has not included
letting me run my own team.

Fair enough.

Just...
don't go making any rash decisions.

I'd hate to see you leave
for the wrong reasons.

It almost sounds like
you care about me or something.

Or something.

Bye, Max.

_

Eric Beaumont.

Call me Gottfried.

I understand you want to see your woman.

I appreciate that.

You have the wrong person. Let me go.

Now you give me what I want.

That woman,
her name is Jasmine Bradshaw.

She has a husband and two children.

- Let me talk to her.
- I can't let you do that.

The ransacked hotel room
and quick follow-up calls

suggest you're in
a time-sensitive situation.

Now, the best way
for this to move quickly

is to let me talk to Jasmine.

Hey, Jasmine. My name is Eric Beaumont.
Your husband hired me to help you.

I want to go home.
I want to see my family.

They keep asking me for something.

I don't know what they're talking about.

- The diamonds?
- They can have them.

Enough!

Eric.

Tell him that I really did love him.

All right, look, I know
you're not gonna let us

just walk out of here,
so I want to make you an offer.

Jasmine is a diamond broker.
We're in a...

Walk.

Sure.

She, too, has people who need her,

and she's going to die in 12 hours
without the antidote for the poison

your diamond broker
slipped her at the spa.

Maybe there isn't one.

CIA always has an antidote
in case innocent victims

come into contact with the poison.

You will give it to me.

If you don't, diamond broker dies,
and so do you.

I don't have it.

As a businessman, I don't like
my time being wasted.

But I can get it.

We both want the same thing.

You want the woman
in front of us to live.

I want the one you have
chained to a wall to live.

I'm willing to help if it means
everyone walks out of here alive,

even though I truly believe
that you have the wrong woman.

I don't know many diamond brokers with

cyanide capsules in their teeth.

Her doctor says

my friend here will die in 12 hours.

You have eight.

Call me when you have the antidote.

What do we have?

Maxine analyzed the footage

from the bath and said the
action that we're looking for

is time-stamped 9:07 a.m.

Okay, that's Jasmine and the
woman from the safe house.

There.

You see that?

She could've slipped
something in her drink.

And I'm betting it's not vitamin D.

This is two minutes later.
Poison's taken effect.

I know this guy.

He was at the safe house
where Jasmine's being held.

Do we have an I.D. on the woman
that she poisoned?

Yeah. Maxine identified her as

Marina Lechner, Austrian.

Waitress at a local pub, der Kluge Hans.

All spies have handlers,

someone who manages their missions.

I'm betting Jasmine's handler
has the antidote.

Maybe her husband?

If he's not her handler,

maybe he can lead us to whoever is.

Hey, hold on.

Are you sure
we should be involved in this?

- Negotiating the release of a hostage?
- Look, Jasmine's an American spy.

We really don't know
what's going on here.

You don't want to end up
on the wrong side of the CIA.

There are two lives at risk
with a ransom connecting them.

In my world, that means we're involved.

If the CIA wants Marina dead,
I'm guessing they have a reason.

- Now, I don't know what that reason...
- Right. We don't know.

Right.

So, say we get the antidote

and we save Marina and free Jasmine.

What if... what if whatever Marina has

ends up hurting the United States?

- We'll be committing treason.
- We don't have that information yet.

- Exactly, so until...
- So until we do,

we're only successful
if we save these women's lives.

This is the track we're on, Oliver.
If you want to get off, get off.

Like... a spy?

For the CIA.

A spy?

Are they hurting her? Is she okay?

Right now she's fine,
and our plan is to keep it that way.

It was all a lie, all of it...

me, the kids, our life.

How could she keep
something like this from me?

'Cause she had to, for your safety,

for your children's and for her own.

The things Jasmine's involved in
suggests she's deep cover.

There's no way you could've known.

So, if her career was a cover,
was everything else?

When I spoke to your wife,
all she could talk about was

getting back to you and the girls.
Right before I left,

she asked me to give you a message:

"Tell him I really did love him."

So, she wasn't having an affair.

Listen, I know this is a lot,
but time is of the essence.

Every spy has a handler,

and finding Jasmine's
could be the key to saving her.

Who did you think your wife
was having an affair with?

I don't know. I never had a name
or a face. It was just a feeling.

Did Jasmine go anywhere by herself
after you and the girls

- arrived in Vienna?
- We had a fight last night.

It kept her from going to work,
so she...

Girls. Girls, listen.

After Daddy left last night...

When you and Mommy were fighting?

Yes, yes.

Did Mommy take you anywhere?

She took us to a coffee shop.

Do you remember the name of it?

No. We walked to it.

It had a ice sculpture out front.

We ate cake pops

while Mommy talked to a man.

- What did he look like?
- A man.

Hey, what you got for me?

Access to the CCTV footage
from outside the spa.

- I'm sending it now.
- Okay, great.

Any more thoughts on jumping ship?

Oh. I don't know, man.

You think I could lead my own team
as well as Eric leads this one?

Well, let me ask you this.

- What makes Eric so good?
- He's fearless,

smart, calculating, manipulative,

intuitive, pretty good dresser,

though his suits could stand
a little variety,

if you know what I'm saying.

You're all those things, too.

Oh, yeah? You like those qualities?

In some people more than others.

Okay. Good to know.

You really think whoever Jasmine
met here is gonna show up again?

I'm betting
they have unfinished business.

No one looks suspicious.

Although, after a while,

everyone kind of starts
to look suspicious.

Including the two guys
talking to themselves

and drinking cold espressos.

Check out your two o'clock.

He's looking for something

without looking, feigning
casualness to mask agitation.

That's our guy.

Is this seat taken?

Yeah, actually, it is.

- I'm waiting for, um...
- Your diamond broker?

I think we know the same woman.

Do I look like I know a diamond broker?

No. No, I guess you don't.

Gosh, I wish I could remember her name.

See, I'm worried about her and,

I thought maybe you could help.

Well, if I knew her, maybe I could,
but I don't, so I can't.

Oh, that's right. Her name was Jasmine.

Rise in body temp.
Tooth made him anxious.

You and Jasmine do
business together, right?

Though you obviously don't
work for the same company.

What can I do for you, Mr...?

Beaumont. After Jasmine's
sales call this morning,

she was supposed to check in with you

and say how it went. Right?

Oh, she got busy.
Couldn't make the call.

But we made a plan to meet here, anyway,

so I'm hoping she'll show.

Well, I'm sorry, but I've
discovered that Jasmine can't.

She got pulled into another meeting.

Her husband was worried,
called me, so...

I'm trying to get her out.

I didn't know she had another meeting.

It was last minute.

The Austrian gentleman

that she's meeting with
needs a pretty specific medicine

for his sick friend
if we want the meeting to end.

I mean, you could almost call it

an antidote.

I thought you might have
something like that.

If I don't get it,

things are going to get

a lot worse for her.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Okay, you're talking
to Keith Taylor from London.

42 years old.

Works at an international
mining company.

Keith.

Jasmine's just another coworker to you?

An expendable employee?

Sacrifices are a necessary
part of Jasmine's job.

It's not always pretty,
but it's mission first.

- By sacrifices, you mean Jasmine.
- I mean any agent.

And the antidote?

Look, this is
a "one life saves ten lives" situation.

In our line of work,
that's a pretty good deal.

And in mine, it's unacceptable.

Well, then I suggest you walk away

and thank God that you decided
on a career in your profession

and not ours.

I need to go to the bathroom.

I need to go to the bathroom.

Look, I'll start screaming
and I won't stop

until you either kill me
or let me go to the bathroom!

I need your help.

I can't.

That was a bad choice.

Okay, so,

that guy Keith was CIA?

No. I suggested he and Jasmine
didn't work for the same company;

his reaction confirmed it.

He's MI6.

British intelligence
working with the CIA.

Did you notice a change
in his speech acceleration

when you called Jasmine expendable?

There was emotion there.
Sadness, maybe guilt.

Agreed.

More than a simple loyalty to the job.

Getting the antidote from him, though,

is the only way
we're gonna save Jasmine.

Maxine.

Did you get
the exterior spa footage I sent?

Taking a look at it now.

This is just after Jasmine left the spa.

So that's her car.

Is... is that a tire boot?

Yeah. Can't get far with one of those.

Your car only gets booted if you have
a bunch of unpaid parking tickets.

Hers was a rental.

Someone knew the car that
Jasmine drove and booted it.

Which suggests
she wasn't just kidnapped.

Someone sabotaged her mission
so she'd get caught.

- Keith?
- Maybe.

Okay, well, keep me posted.

But I also find it weird
that the U.S. would send

a consular affairs agent

to deal with the kidnapping
of a CIA spy.

So what are you thinking?

We're gonna pay
the embassy a little visit.

Mr. Beaumont,

Mr. Yates.

Thank you.

- Any news?
- Well, I was hoping

we could talk about Jasmine Bradshaw.

We have information
the CIA may be interested in.

The CIA?

We all know
Jasmine is no diamond broker.

She's a spy.

We believe MI6

may have set her up to be kidnapped.

- That's a pretty big theory, Mr. Yates.
- Yeah, about that. We looked you up.

You have a pretty stellar résumé
for a consular affairs officer.

Graduated high school at 16.
Top of your class at university.

Followed by "two years

of backpacking across Europe,"

A.K.A. training in Virginia.

You're not a consular
affairs agent, Mr. Smith.

You're CIA, and you can
help us save Jasmine Bradshaw.

Gentlemen, I...

I don't know what to say, other
than... you're misinformed.

Okay.

Would you sign these
documents for me, please,

make sure that they are all registered?

Each page. Thank you.

What was your read on him?

He's confident, driven, self-assured.

Hiding something?

That's hard to say.

If he's CIA, he'd definitely
have the skills to.

You said Keith's cover job
was with a mining company?

Do you have the number?

- Right here.
- Thanks, man.

This is for Keith Taylor.

You should know that
your diamond broker was set up.

For more information,
meet me at the cafe. Now.

So you don't think it was Keith
who set up Jasmine?

Oh, I'm not saying that;
it still might've been.

But it might go deeper.

Let's talk to Keith and find out
how much he knows.

Gottfried.

Hello?

I'm moving up the deadline.
You have two hours.

Great.

Mr. Beaumont.

You told me you had some information.

Hey, Keith.

This is Neil.

Jasmine's husband.

What is this?

I know the truth about Jasmine.

That she's a spy
and she's been captured.

Mr. Beaumont says you can help.

Sorry, you're mistaken.

Do you know what it's like
to feel helpless

when someone you love needs you?

She sent you a message, right, Neil?

"Tell him I really did love him."

For years, I thought my
wife was having an affair.

I was wrong. I'm asking you,

just give us
the information that we need

to save my wife.

Sorry.

You're destroying my family!

Keith. Keith.

You tell me
you know Jasmine was set up,

and then you ambush me
with her husband?

I needed to rule you out
as the one who did it.

Now I know you couldn't have,
because you love her.

What?

You were having an affair.

Neil's suspicions about his wife,

along with the way
you reacted when I showed you

Jasmine's tooth, made that pretty clear.

And the affair ended, didn't it?

When Jasmine decided to stop
being a diamond broker,

it meant she was quitting
the CIA and leaving you.

I'm not even part of this mission.

When she got the call to come to Vienna,

she asked me to meet her.

I thought it was a...
lover's rendezvous,

- but when we had coffee last night...
- She confirmed it was over.

She was supposed to let me know

that everything went fine
with her mission.

But that call never came. Look,
if you love her, why not help her?

The woman Jasmine poisoned
stole a NOC list from the CIA.

- Non-official cover agents.
- That's right.

Spies. Ten of them. Memorized.

She survives, she's gonna
sell it to Austrian brokers,

who will sell it to
Russian Foreign Intelligence.

This is moments after
Jasmine poisoned Marina.

The man rushing to her aid
is working with the Austrians,

and this is Courtney Kaplan.

She works at the U.S. embassy

for consular affairs officer
Brian Smith.

I know Brian's CIA. See, I'm imagining

Brian tire-booted Jasmine's car
while she was poisoning Marina,

forcing her to flee on foot,

so when Courtney helpfully
points her out,

the Austrians were able to follow her.

I don't know why yet,
but Brian wanted her eliminated.

Jasmine thinks you set her up.
That message,

"Tell him I really did love him."
That wasn't for Neil.

It was for you.

Look, if I could help, I would,
but the NOC list...

Okay, I think I can neutralize that.
Let me ask you this.

Does the CIA have their own list
of Russian agents?

Of course it doesn't matter
whether they do or not

if I can't get
the antidote for Jasmine.

There's only one person who'd have
both the list and the antidote.

Brian.

Yeah.

Hi, Courtney.

It's all right.

We're not gonna hurt you.

Do you know her?

- No, I don't.
- Well, your microexpressions

and vocal inflections
suggest you're lying.

What were you doing
at the spa this morning?

What, I can't have a spa day?

I'm all about a spa day,

but if you were just
getting a chemical peel,

you wouldn't be acting
so defensive right now.

We know your boss, Brian Smith,

- sent you to the spa.
- Yes.

You agreed because
you're a good employee.

You had no way of knowing
the events you'd be setting in motion.

When you pointed at this woman,

you were telling foreign
adversaries who to kidnap.

Now this wife and mother
is being held for ransom.

This is Marina Lechner.

She look familiar?

She was a waitress
at the pub der Kluge Hans.

If we don't help her,
she will die within the hour.

They both will, okay?

I do Brian's expense reports.

For the last couple of months,
he's been at the bar

where Marina worked
almost every night.

Course he has.

- Hello?
- I am seriously

freaking out right now.
I can't handle this.

- Whoa. What is happening?
- Nothing, I just...

I need to talk to someone
and come clean.

Maybe if I go to the ambassador,
I can...

Hold on. Nobody is going to anyone.

- Talk to me. I'll...
- You never told me

what I was doing at the spa, Brian.

The woman that you made me point out,

she has a husband and kids.

I can't deal.

Courtney?
Breathe.

Meet me at Burggarten.

I'll talk you through it.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Drop it.

Whoever you're working for,

I suggest you stand down immediately.

Yeah, I'm not gonna do that.
Drop the gun.

Drop the gun out the window.

Step out the car.

Mr. Smith.

May I ask why a consular affairs agent

would want to assassinate
his own assistant

in a park on a night
as beautiful as this?

We need the antidote now, Gottfried.

Time is up.

Jasmine Bradshaw,

your agent, was captured
trying to stop a NOC list

from falling into the wrong hands.

My question is: how did the NOC list
get out in the first place?

Did you have a favorite meal
at der Kluge Hans?

Or did you just order
whatever Marina recommended?

I didn't know it was a honey trap.
I thought...

That the relationship was real.

Marina really just played you

to steal the NOC list,
and you had to fix your mistake.

I mean, it makes perfect sense.

Kill Marina and then the agent
tasked with doing so,

so there could be no chance
anyone could ever find out.

None of this matters.

Marina still has
the NOC list in her head.

She needs to die.

This is about keeping America safe.

Don't you dare try to act righteous

by wrapping yourself in the flag.

This is about you
covering up your mistake.

Give us the antidote for Marina, please.

- I can't do that.
- Sure you can.

The CIA have their own NOC list
of Russian agents

working in the West, agents they track,

follow, feed misinformation to.

You're gonna
show the Russians that list.

You will explain to them

that if they harm
anyone on Marina's list,

the CIA will do the same
to the Russian agents.

And then both sides

will quietly pull their agents
out of the field.

Do you know long it takes
to cultivate those agents?

You're trying to save your career.
We're beyond that.

We have four witnesses
to this conversation

and footage of Courtney at the spa.

I'm pretty sure she'll testify if asked.

We don't need to say anything

about what you tried to do to Jasmine.

But if you don't, you will spend

the rest of your life in prison
for murdering your own agent.

It's your only way out, Brian.

Hello?

- What is he doing?
- Jasmine, Jasmine.

It's okay.

_

All right.

Don't worry.

The NOC list has been neutralized.

He's telling the truth, I promise.

I'm sorry I thought you set me up.

Jas, it's all right. I understand.

But you've got to know
I'd never betray you.

I really did love you.

"The unicorn soon came towards him,

"and rushed directly on the tailor

"as if it would spit him in its horn

"without more ceremony.

"'Softly, softly,

it can be done as quickly
as that.' said he."

Oh, thank God.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry I haven't
been honest with you.

We have lots to talk about,

but I'm happy you're safe.

I love you.

Mommy!

Mommy, Mommy!

Thank you. Thank you.

Something on your mind, Yates?

Me? Nah, I'm good.

Good, good, good.

Okay, here's the thing.

I was offered a job by
Extreme Risk Management

in London.

It was a good offer,
and I'd have my own team.

I've been struggling
a little bit with...

You already knew this, didn't you?

How?

You've been kind of standoffish all day.

It was either a job offer
or you met someone.

No, definitely job offer.

If you knew,
why didn't you say anything?

I guess I didn't want to influence you.

I don't want to see you go,
but you deserve the opportunity.

I appreciate that.

But I don't know if I could've
done what you did today.

I was questioning whether we should be
involved in the case at all.

Oh, you're just seeing things
from all angles.

I think you conducted yourself
exceptionally well.

Still, if you listened to me,

those girls wouldn't have been reunited
with their mother.

Plus, Cri/Res is like my family.

I'm not taking the job.

You already knew that, too, didn't you?

I know everything.

I hate you.

I know.

Synced & corrected by basiadora