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There's a leak. It's out.

You already know.

Marshall, you don't understand.

Because I'm not read into the web of lies.

Because you are not the president.

This is money? I don't want it.

I'm undercover at TKG.

They were protecting Fatah.

I have eyes on the target.

Fatah is the real leader of Ar Rissalah.

The president is
ordering in the air-strike.

My signal will paint the targets.

Fatah has been playing
us this whole time.

Charlie.

It's okay.

It's okay.

When one can act...

One should act as a liberator.

It's over, sir.

Bellerophon.

Nick is gone.

There was no Sheikh Hakam.

Fatah invented him.

He built a bogeyman and...

fooled us all.

Kurt... Kurt Tannen?

Still inside TKG.

Putting him in there worked, sir.

They were protecting Fatah.

I think they tipped him off to our attack.

Is Fatah dead?

Dawkins is on the ground now

searching for proof of death.

They'll find Fatah's DNA,
but they won't find a body.

Because there's no
body to be found, is there?

This was his plan all along.

Does POTUS know?

She's awaiting confirmation

so she can tell the world
that Ar Rissalah is dead.

You have to tell her, Charleston.

She's a soldier and the commander-in-chief.

She has to know.

I have to resign, sir.

To you. Now.

Because of what I need to do next

and what I don't want
coming back on the CIA.

No one ever died for a flag, Charlie.

They died fighting for
the people they loved.

Let your training track him down

and let your blood do the rest.

I need to speak to her now, alone.

She's in a press conference.

Good morning.

I am proud to report to the American people

and to the world

that the United States
has conducted an operation

that has resulted in the death

of Sheikh Ali Hakam,

the leader of Ar Rissalah,

and Omar Abdul Fatah,

his second in command.

They were brought down
by brave men and women,

some of whom lost their
lives in this mission.

Sheikh
Hakam was a ghost story.

Fatah saw how powerful the
specter of Osama Bin Laden was,

the fear he instilled,

the infamy he achieved.

So he created a bigger, better version...

One he could hide behind.

He manipulated us.

He let Hakam draw fire

so he could run and hide
and strike at us again.

Charlie,

I just lied to 320 million Americans.

And the world.

What do we do now?

We don't make a liar out of you.

And I keep my promise.

I've resigned from the CIA.

This thing with Fatah...
I need to finish it myself.

It's dangerous.

Yes.

But every time we try
to overwhelm with force,

he slips through the cracks.

I can find him,

and I can kill him.

There are only three people in the world

that have this number:

my husband,

the head of NSA,

and you.

You call me when it's done.

Yes, Ma'am.

Let's end this.

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End of this merger, right?

$170 million worth of business.

I slam my fist down,

I remind everybody

we should be slicing this other company,

a-hole to appetite.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

Another merlot?

Yeah. Why not?

Hey, that's, uh...

That's the horse head.

Isn't that, like, the terrorist thing?

Ar Rissalah?

It's actually a Pegasus.

You could say it's my spirit animal.

How about that drink?

Yeah, let's do this.

He's out there,

and I have to finish it.

You're listening to the worst
of your instincts, Charlie,

the ones that'll get you killed.

You don't have any idea
if Fatah is alive or dead.

You're playing hunches.

You're not Agency anymore.

You get rolled up on, you're gonna die.

Don't be so grim, Syd.

I gave you a dish and a keyboard.

The weapons are unregistered and cold.

Thank you.

Charlie...

Watch your six.

I want Burke jailed.

You want to jail a U.S. senator?

The man you put in charge of the commission

to investigate the CIA?

The same man who leaked an
illegally photographed image

from a top secret government black site.

I want Burke jailed,

and I want that un-redacted Senate report

on the Kabul attack seized.

Madam President, you are making
irreparable political decisions

based on personal grudges.

Do not grind this ax.

You cannot come back from this.

You will become everything
that they out there

are accusing you of becoming.

David,

I know this seems aggressive.

And it is.

But if we don't empty the
ranks of people gunning for us,

they will keep coming in hordes,

wave after wave after wave.

Ma'am, you push this,

and I guarantee you those
impeachment placards

will become billboards overnight.

Don't back away from the battle

because you think we won this fight,

because we haven't.

Yet.

I just don't understand
why she resigned, though.

No.

No, why wouldn't she tell us in
advance that she was resigning?

Did she call you, Maureen?

No. I called her.

And nothing? What?

Look, Charlie's gone.

I mean, POTUS cancelled today's briefing.

We're being shut out.

- Yep.
- Again.

It doesn't matter anyway.

The vests are still very much alive,

and we need to find and defuse them

before Ar Rissalah hits us again.

TKG shadowed the Bellerophon op.

I mean, ran with the Agency in real time.

This woman who contracts for TKG,

she's got a quiver of legends...

Melissa Anchez, "Emily"...

I don't know who or what she is, but...

she's trouble.

Anyways, a couple weeks back,

she came in as a walk-in at
the safe house in Baltimore

and gave us satellite
access into Ar Rissalah.

And she kept a backdoor open.

Yeah. One we couldn't detect.

She's good.

So the Krieg Group clones the Fatah op

to what... to poach him?

To protect him.

That's what TKG's doing.

Protecting Fatah.

There's no New World Order

without factory-fresh
threats against the U.S.

The Taliban are back to
their sandbox skirmishes.

AQ is fractured and leaderless.

Where is our next great threat?

Where's our Godzilla?

Ar Rissalah.

Ar Rissalah.

They created the problem;
they're the solution.

You stay in.

Mine everything on the TKG-Fatah connection,

and you get it to me...
Directly to me, nobody else...

In real time.

Real time?

Sir, is this operational intelligence?

I know Hakam is a lie.

And you know the only place
I would have heard that.

Charlie's wading into deep water.

I'll be damned if we're
going to let her drown.

- Go.
- Yes, sir.

I want to thank you for meeting with me.

It would appear that
congratulations are in order.

You got your guy.

Indeed we did.

But you're not here to
congratulate me, Mr. Gantry.

You went through some serious back channels

to get in here to meet with me,

so let's cut to what I
hope will be a short chase.

Our intelligence apparatus picked this up

three hours ago.

When was this recorded?

Impossible to tell.

Far from it.

You'll turn this over
to the CIA for analysis

and we'll determine a timeline.

I'm afraid I can't do that, Ma'am.

I wasn't asking, Mr. Gantry.

This is private property

held by a privately owned company,

and as you're on a bit of a tear

in the "trampling of
personal rights" department,

the last thing I'd be getting is legal.

What you're doing is treasonous.

What I'm doing is free enterprise.

With your permission, Ma'am,

I would now like to have a very
pointed conversation with you.

You just went on television

and lied to the entire world.

Sheikh Hakam was a straw man,

and from what my sources have told me,

there's a very real possibility

that Omar Fatah is still alive.

These aren't just black eyes
for your administration, Ma'am.

They are sucking chest wounds.

Mr. Gantry,

you wouldn't be foolish
enough to try to extort

the sitting president of the
United States, would you?

Never.

But I would make that president a partner

and a fellow keeper of secrets.

With the CIA under such scrutiny,

a third party such as ours

can render an effectiveness

unburdened by the gridlock of bureaucracy.

Are you asking me for a contract?

No, Ma'am, I am asking you

for a hunting license.

Excuse me, sir.

Buddy. Buddy.

I need you to wake up.

I need you to move along.

Can't have you here.

You can't sleep here. This is a mall.

Oh, my God.

I need a bomb tech dispatched immediately.

Sir, I need you to sit... I need
you to stay right where you are.

- Do not move.
- What is this?

- Get this off me!
- Please, please, stay there.

- Do not move.
- Get this off of me.

Please, sit down. Don't move.

Get this off of me!

Jared Bloom... excuse me, Blum.

36, twice divorced.

Worked as a marketing
analyst for Goldman Sachs.

AKA scum of the earth.

The woman has been
identified as Christiane Lender...

Sporadic employment history,

was a henna tattoo artist,

yoga instructor, and my personal favorite,

an amateur dream researcher.

I can see how Ar Rissalah
got their hooks into her.

The FBI task force is moving
on her last known address.

So Stacy Dover detonates in D.C.,

but she's an outright Ar Rissalah recruit.

- We would agree on that, right?
- Yeah.

Well, then James Wilcox
infiltrates the White House

to put an Ar Rissalah
tag in the Oval Office.

Yeah, but we don't know
what else he had planned.

Well, we know he wasn't carrying explosives,

and we know he killed
himself while incarcerated.

Like Ahmadi,
who also commits suicide,

and we have proof

that he either had a hand
in building these vests

or helped distribute them.

Okay, so then we got this Blum guy.

What, he meets this hot yoga
instructor, date at the bar,

she gets him drunk,

drugs him, and then, what,

moves him to another part
of the Minneapolis Mall?

She fits him for the vest,

bails, he wakes up confused,

messes with the vest,

and that's that.

Okay, come on. Look at this girl.

She's got to be, what, 90, 100 pounds?

Maybe 110?

You're telling me that
she's dragging this guy

through the mall, nobody notices?

I mean, it had to be a statement.

Guys, I have Charlie.

Secure line three.

Charlie, one of the
Ar Rissalah vests went off

at a mall in Minneapolis.

Some investment banker was
drugged and booby-trapped.

They don't have a casualty count yet.

Mo,

Sheikh Hakam

wasn't real.

He was a spook story

concocted by Fatah as cover fire
for what he was really doing.

Fatah is Ar Rissalah.

That's why you resigned?

Oh, my God, you're going
after Fatah yourself.

You guys have ears on all
the Ar Rissalah chatter.

Ping it back to every NSA listening station

in Afghanistan.

That data can be used to track him.

Why would he
return to Afghanistan?

It's his seat of power,

his safe haven, and it's
where all of this began.

He'll try to take credit for the bombing

to further trump Sheikh Hakam's ability

to strike from beyond the grave.

He wants to keep building
the legend of Ar Rissalah.

Which means detonating more vests

and killing more people.

Have Dash go into my office

and raid all my old files on Fatah...

Especially the Afghanistan ones...

And put together a hit sheet.

Got it.

And Mo, if you really want
to find the other vests,

there's only one person
you need to be talking to.

San Antonio.

I was going to meet a man named Mark.

You were gonna take the vest there?

Vests.

There were two of them.

The other one was going to Houston.

Mark was delivering it to a couple there.

And what were their names?

Al and Enid?

Al and Enid?

Feels Flimsy. Mark, Al, and Enid?

Feels fake.

Those were the names I was given.

What's in the Bay Area?

Our home.

This is our home.

These are temporary quarters.

I'm done with all this.

Done with all what, Marshall?

Our marriage?

No.

Your presidency

and what it requires of you to keep from me.

It's all so easy for you, isn't it?

The arm-chair critic.

Do you know what this
office truly asks of me?

The sacrifices that go beyond Aaron?

It's too much for me, CeCe.

I didn't know what I signed on for.

It's clear I don't have the stomach

for all of this right now.

You're right.

This is not the time for the faint of heart.

And if you can't stand by my side

when I need you most,

then maybe you should go.

I'm gonna go back to the Bay for a bit.

To the ranch.

I just need some time away from this.

CeCe, I'm sorry.

You'll always have my heart.

But there's a warrior
that has emerged in you

since you took this office.

And I don't know if she's
going away anytime soon.

Mo.

Charlie, we're looking at an overview

of the target cities now, and it's not much.

Despite Travers' capture,

we're assuming the vests still wound up

in San Antonio and Houston.

Assume it's personal too.

Assume everything Ar Rissalah has done

or is doing is personal

and run it through that filter first.

Because whatever the plan,
it's been well thought out.

Minneapolis is a
thousand miles from D.C.

Minneapolis and San Antonio are separated

by another thousand plus miles.

San Antonio and Houston
are only 200 miles apart.

Yeah, why two cities in Texas?

Why two cities so close together?

All right, Earl.

I'm booted up. You got me?

You're uplinked, Charlie.

You're seeing what we're
seeing, and I've got indexes

on both Bellerophon and Pegasus.

The targets don't seem random.

We're missing something.

- What else did Travers say?
- Nothing.

Names... the people he was
meant to deliver the vests to...

Other Ar Rissalah members.

- What were they?
- Al, Mark, and Enid.

There are more than 17,000
people in the San Antonio area

fitting those names.

And that's assuming
those are their real names.

Charlie, we don't
have the time or manpower

to canvass numbers like that.

- Oh, my God.
- It's just too many people.

No.

No, no, no.

It's not people.

Al...

Algenib,

the flank.

Mark... Markab,

the saddle.

Enid... Enif,

the nose.

Ar Rissalah's symbol.

The horse's head.

It's Pegasus.

Fatah's using it as a map.

It's the Pegasus constellation.

And its points will tell us
exactly where the bombs will be.

Lucas, where are we with the bombs?

We're in contact with law enforcement

from every city on the map.

Don't worry about the smaller cities.

They're not gonna bother.

Focus on major population centers.

Fatah needs this to be big.

Is Charlie uplinked?

She's online.

Charlie, I'm burst transmitting a hit sheet

of your Fatah research.

I had to rush through it,

but I think it's pretty tight regardless.

Guys, I've powered down.

I feel too many eyes on me.

Stay on those vests.

I'm getting out of here.

Madam President,

why did you hold a press conference

announcing the death of Sheikh Hakam?

Why didn't we just say that we got

Hannibal Lecter or the Joker.

Who told you?

That's your response?

As if I shouldn't have had the information?

Nobody needs to tell me.

I'm the Chief of Staff.

Just like nobody needs to tell me

that you had a meeting with Victor Gantry.

What the hell are we doing?

Victor Gantry's trying to leverage me.

He knows Sheikh Hakam wasn't real.

So what does he want?

He wants TKG to be contracted

to hunt down established terrorist threats,

starting with Fatah.

Ma'am, you've already come under scrutiny

for using the CIA as your own personal army,

and now you would hire
an actual private army

with dubious ties to the darker
sectors of the spy trade.

It's patently insane.

You can't trust them.

Where are you, Omar?

Where are you?

It's the desert nomads.

The Hindu Kush.

It's like they absorb him.

Anytime he wants to vanish,

anytime he wants to fall off the radar,

that's where he goes.

Those Bedouin caravans.

Why would he want to vanish?

Look...

Fatah gives us table scraps.

There's never any meat on the bone,

and when there is,

it feels like we're taking out his enemies,

not ours.

Yeah, I know.

I mean, I'm not saying anything

you haven't already thought of, am I?

No.

You're right.

Well, you say that like
I've ever been wrong.

I'm just looking out for you.
You know that, right?

Why?

Because I love you.

Chuck.

And no matter what,

at your worst moment

and your darkest hour,

I've got you.

And I'll see you before you
ever even know I'm there.

911, what's your emergency?

I can't kill kids.

Ar Rissalah.

I want to believe, but I can't kill kids.

There are two bombs in a
dumpster off of Durango.

Boom! We got two.

San Antonio PD picked up two vests

after a 911 call from the
alleged bomber himself.

Second vest was on its way to Houston.

Two down. I like that.

Now we need to go
a perfect five for five.

You could chalk
up my reaction to this

as pure partisan politics...

Paint everything with that brush.

But you'd be mistaken.

I'm not a supporter of Madam President,

but I wouldn't, as some would,

destabilize this country in
order to engineer her defeat.

Bob,

you leaked the Fatah photo.

A woman I was very close to,

the late Kyle Green,

was compromised by the Krieg Group.

Yeah, I know them.

What I found was,

this woman that I trusted implicitly

had in fact fallen from that faith.

Now, I was disappointed,

and I was heartbroken.

But you see, no one is
above betrayal, David.

The president would never
lay me out on purpose,

not like you're laying out Kyle Green

for leaking that photo,

which is what I assume you're doing.

You know, David, all this
contempt leaves me wondering

why you even bothered
to come here to warn me

about your boss's intentions.

Well, let me be clear.

I don't want this to blow up in her face,

and you seem like a shrewd enough operator

to keep your mouth shut.

She doesn't need any more
enemies in the Senate.

She sure as hell doesn't.

At the same time,

in politics, one should consider the future.

Eyes forward, David.

Ask yourself

where you want to be standing

this time next year

and who you want to be standing with.

Who do I want to be standing with, Bob?

This is Nick. You know what to do.

This is Nick. You know what to do.

This is Nick. You know what to do.

No.

I don't.

Hello.

You got a line on Victor?

He's at a lunch.

Any idea when he's back?

Oh, I don't know, I'm
guessing whenever he wants.

Okay.

You were right about
our listening stations.

We have a triangulation.

A lot of chatter back and forth

between Jalalabad, Lokhay,
and Rudat, Afghanistan.

Okay.

Fatah speaks fluent Pashto,

so it would make sense

that he would straddle the
Afghan-Pakistani border.

Charlie, it's likely he's
hiding out in the Hindu Kush,

which means Pashtunwali.

It means protection from all of his enemies.

Mo, can you get me sat images of that area?

Look for caravans, encampments.

Got it. Sending right away.

Thanks.

Welcome, Mr. Gantry.

Did my Kevlar arrive?

- Tomorrow.
- Oh.

Is Victor around?

He's at lunch.

Mr. Tannen was just looking for him.

He may be in his office.

They're not letting any dust settle on them,

that's for sure.

Hey, Dash, can
you upload this to Charlie

with terrain specs and GPS coordinates?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

How we doing over here?

Hey, Kurt.

You knocking off early?

You know, I'm a lenient boss,

but, uh, seriously?

Yeah, I'm just going to
meet an old agency contact.

Maybe pick up some back chatter, post-Hakam.

Kurt.

Whatever you're wrapping your
hand around won't be necessary.

I haven't killed anybody since 1992.

Not publicly, anyway.

What'd you take from me, Kurt?

Our mainframe has a tamper detection system.

It sends me a text.

So what did you take from me?

Let's not spoil the surprise, Vic.

Do you really think I didn't
know you were still CIA?

Pal, I'm positive you didn't know.

Kurt, we didn't target
you because you were good.

We made you a mark because you were easy.

And this girl, with those eyes

and that ass...

A man gets lost.

Do me a favor.

Plug right into the CIA mainframe

when you download that
data rip you stole from me.

Oh, I want to play poker with you.

Oh, buddy.

The game you've already entered into with me

is gonna be so much more exciting.

I don't think you have the reach.

Well, then like you said,

let's not spoil the surprise.

Charleston?

I'm close, Ma'am.

We're nearly there.

What can I do?

What do you need?

Nothing.

It's just odd.

What's odd?

You know how I told you,

when you asked me what I
wished for on his birthday,

that I never wanted to
lose that sense of Aaron?

That feeling that he was close by.

I remember.

Yes.

Well, I feel it now,

as strong as ever.

Then he is right there with you, darling.

And he will help you finish this.

You'll hear from me again, Constance.

I know I will, Charlie.

Good-bye.

We're moving on the vests.

Task forces are launching in
all cities simultaneously.

- Freeze!
- Don't move!

We are your sisters.

We are your disciples and we are everywhere.

We've been waiting for a moment such as this

and now we have arisen.

Ah!

- Go, go, go.
- Fan out. Find the vest.

Ar Rissalah.

We are your brothers,

your sisters...

FBI!

They got the vests.

All of them. We shut it down!

We're not done yet.

Charlie's still out there.

David.

I assume you've been told
they rounded up all the vests.

This is an un-redacted version

of the senate subcommittee's report

on the convoy attack in Kabul.

It is the sole copy.

And it is now yours.

It's a final gift.

What's this?

That is my letter of resignation.

David...

When we started this crusade,

your campaign, we wanted to give the people

a president who had served this country,

someone who knew the honor and the sacrifice

of being a soldier.

And we did that.

And we weathered a hell of a storm.

And it's been my distinct pleasure

serving this administration
during that time,

but I think you should have
someone as Chief of Staff

who's like-minded.

And after a lot of soul searching,

I don't think that's me.

Look who it is.

- Kurt.
- Good to see you, Dash.

- Welcome back.
- Nice suit.

You look clean, brother.

I hate this thing.

TKG's treating
you well, huh, buddy?

I don't know how you guys wear these ties.

It's the worst.

You guys know, right?

Yeah, we're just sharing this
awkward moment with you.

Okay.

- We got read in.
- We know.

Yeah, that's affirmative.

What do you got there?

Logs, data dumps

of TKG shadowing the Bellerophon op.

Shadowing?

Yeah, you remember that girl

who came into the safe house?

That was their uplink
they sold us, wasn't it?

Yeah, they were hacked
into our monitoring systems.

Well, why would an American
company want to do that?

Money.

Greed.

To build a network.

A data bank of Jihadists worldwide.

Then they sell TKG's target/kill
capabilities on the open market,

capabilities which may now exceed our own.

Not today.

Today's all about us.

- Charlie?
- Yep.

- Mm-hmm.
- Solo?

There was no other way she
was going to finish this.

Well, can we help her?

We have.

As much as she would let us.

Well, I'm glad to be back.

Good to have you back.

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Drop your weapon and get on the ground.

Get on the ground, Omar.

Are you gonna shoot me now?

Go ahead.

I'm not gonna lay down.

I've fulfilled my responsibilities.

I gave you Sheikh Hakam.

You gave me a handful of sand.

You gave me shadows.

Charlie, we utilized
each other for a victory,

a common victory.

You used us

to rid yourself of your enemies.

Radical influences upending Islam,

threatening America.

Who was the man you identified as Hakam?

Huh?

Your president went on television

and told the world Hakam is dead.

What does it matter?

You got what you wanted,

and so did I.

Because he's not dead.

Because he's you, Omar.

He always was.

There was never a Dr. Jekyll.

Just Mr. Hyde.

Have you thought about my offer?

You and TKG
protected a known terrorist.

And the blood of every man, woman, and child

who died in Minneapolis is on your hands.

You stood in front of the American people

and lied about Sheikh Hakam,

so our hands, Madam, are equally unclean.

I am offering you free, unfettered reign

to hunt and kill terrorists abroad

so that what happened in Minneapolis

never happens again.

My shadowing of Omar
Fatah built that ability.

And fueled Ar Rissalah...

Unintentionally or otherwise.

So we both share the stalemate
of mutually assured destruction

while our enemy, Omar Fatah,

still roams free.

I have options there.

Very limited options,

if you're referring to Charleston Tucker.

What are you getting at, Gantry?

An end game, Madam.

For you, for me,

for this entire country.

What if I could provide
Fatah's exact location

this very second.

The air force has two F-22 Raptors

on the ground in Nangarhar.

Do they not?

You hit our convoy in Kabul.

I killed my own men to save your life.

Because I was your link to CIA.

If you were killed,

I'd be cut off.

Pegasus would be no more.

This would all crumble.

Which Pegasus?

The op we were running?

Or the serial bombing of American cities?

America's never gonna allow for
moderation in the Muslim world.

It's never gonna open its mind to Islam.

You see only killers.

So killers we've become.

I saw the best part of you, Omar...

Not the Muslim...

The man.

I believed what you wanted
was good for Islam.

Enough with your lies.

You want to tear down Islam.

And not just the Jihadists, no.

All of us.

All of them!

Look at them.

Women and children running
because of your gun.

For how many years?

In Iraq, in Afghanistan,

all over our countries.

You're here to liberate us?

We don't need you.

We're done.

It's easier for you, isn't it?

If you believe that?

Then your betrayal becomes my problem.

Omar,

I trusted you.

I gave you all of my trust,

and you gave me nothing in return.

Nothing!

Now people I loved that trusted me

are dead

because of you.

You have killed hundreds of innocents.

You will keep killing.

So now... so now...

when one can act...

Ahh!

Ah!

One should act as a liberator.

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