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You're Angela Cassidy's son, right?

Your mother's still out there.

You sold secrets
to the Russians,

and then you just disappeared.

I am not who you think I am.

I need your help.

[tense music]

I'm ordering you to cease
and desist

in any more
personal investigation.

I am working for the CIA.
I never stopped.

You know the truth.
We all do.

Mom, don't disappear
on me again.

Let me help you.

Scott, forget about me.

I love you.

♪

You said you put her
in your backpack.

I did put her
in my backpack,

but Piggy has a mind
of her own.

Don't be such a baby, Mads.

I'll be quick. I promise.

We'll help you look.

Let's go. Let's go.

Come on.
- Everyone has their price.

Papa's home.

Can we say hi?

Hold on.

10 million.

20.

You know your credentials
are worth so much more.

No, he's on a work call.

Come on, guys. Let's go.

We gotta hurry.

♪

Piggy, where are you?

[faint gunshot]

Stay here.

I'll be right back.

Take it.

Whatever you want,
I won't tell a soul.

- I can't run that risk.
- No.

Please, please--my two boys.

[gunshots]

[gasping]

- [grunts]
- Ahh!

[gunshots]

What's going on?

Come here. Come here.

♪

If you come out right now,
I won't hurt the boys.

[panting]
Okay.

[machinery whirring]

[both screaming]

[grunting]
[pounding on door]

Open it!

[screaming, whimpering]

♪

- Morning.
- Morning.

We've got a visitor.

Looks like
he's having a rough day.

Where's Scott?

I called to give him
a heads-up.

Haven't heard back yet.

Can I help you?

We're screwed.

We're 1,000% screwed.

Okay, back up.

- Who are you?
- Adam Grayson, NSA.

I'm here because my boss
thinks we can

put this genie back
in the bottle,

but I am telling
you now, there is--

- Slow down.
- There is no slowing down.

Brian Lange,
the bureau's NSA liaison,

is being read in as we speak.

This is a huge,
and I mean absolutely massive,

catastrophic disaster.
- What happened?

It's the biggest data breach
the NSA has ever seen.

♪

Brian!

Help!

Brian! Help!

[both grunting]

♪

Brian!

Help!

Stop, please! Stop!

[groaning]

Stop, no. Brian. Stop!

Brian!

No!

[gasping]

[phone buzzing]

♪

Lange.

Call Dutton.
I'm off till Tuesday.

Okay.

Do me a favor.
Next time, start with that.

I'll be there in an hour.

Carl Lassen,
the founder of Digital Wall,

Europe's largest
cybersecurity company.

Lassen was shot dead
in his home

in Copenhagen
yesterday afternoon.

Now, Digital Wall
has the most robust

fiber-optic cable network
in the world.

So all of the internet traffic
that passes between Russia,

the Nordics,
Western Europe, the U.S.,

it runs through these cables.

So we believe someone killed
Lassen to get to that data.

I'm seeing Carl
sold Digital Wall a year ago.

Yeah, when Carl cashed out,
he kept his board seats

and security privileges.

The killer stole his password,

logged into
Digital Wall's system.

What exactly was stolen?

Terabytes of top secret data.

Military vulnerabilities,
proprietary NSA weapons.

Fortunately, we have a witness
to the murder.

Brie Martindale,
American, Carl's au pair.

Carl had
a panic room in the house.

Brie got in there just in time
with Carl's two kids.

Once the locks engaged,
the cops are notified--

the killer boogied.
- Where's Brie now?

Under DDIS protection.

Supervisory Special
Agent Brian Lange,

the bureau's liaison
to the NSA--

he's gonna meet us
in Copenhagen.

He's done tours in both cyber
and foreign counterintel.

Has anybody heard
from Scott today?

Not since yesterday.

I mean, that is just odd--
him not showing up and no word?

- Do we wait for him?
- No, we can't.

This case is too big.

I'll keep trying
to reach him.

Okay.

Agent Lange.

You must be agent Vo.

This is
Special Agent Andre Raines,

Megan Garretson from Europol.

You're Brian Lange.

You were ALAT
in Scandinavia when

that online abuse ring
in Norway got busted,

over 300 victims.

My colleague sang your praises.

Yeah, joint effort.

Where is Agent Forrester?

He's on his way.

We'll get set up
at the DDIS station.

Great.
Brian and I will cover here.

If that's okay.

After you.

Agent Vo, this is
Agent Lorens Faber, DDIS.

Welcome to the Lassen
residence, what we thought

was the most secure home
in all of Denmark.

Electronic locks requiring
both biometrics and pin codes,

security cameras
covering every square inch

of the house.

How'd the killer
disable them?

He didn't.

If he had, the police would
have been alerted instantly.

He froze the cameras
and looped the footage.

Came and went without a trace.

Brie?

I'm Agent Vo.
This is Agent Lange.

We're with the FBI.

Mads and Edvard--
where are they?

Don't worry.
The boys are with their mom.

Can you tell us what you
remember from yesterday?

We weren't even
supposed to be home.

Me and the kids--

Carl asked me to get them out
of the house in the morning.

Did he say why?

No, but he has been
through a lot recently.

I read in his file
that he just got divorced.

Is that what you're
referring to?

It started before that.

After Carl sold his company,

he started going out a lot, partying.

What can you tell us
about the ex-wife?

Was the separation amicable?

No.
No, it wasn't amicable.

And then after Susanne left,
he really started slipping.

I heard a woman's voice
coming from his office

at 2:00 in the morning,

and nobody was allowed
in there, not even me.

All right, I will ask
our SIA back in Budapest

to try to pull that footage.

We're gonna need
a list of everybody

who's been to the house
recently, Carl's friends,

your friends, everybody, okay?

I wasn't allowed
to have any guests.

U.S. embassy liaisons here
to discuss Brie's situation.

Martin Russo.

I'm the embassy's
political attaché.

[suspenseful music]

Political attaché, huh?

That's a good one.

CIA.

Grayson should have told me
Langley was involved.

He wasn't
authorized to do so.

Look, if we're not fully
read in, we cannot do our job.

Nobody's fully read in.

Not even the highest echelons
of the Danish PET

knew Carl was our asset.

If our allies found out about
this secret arrangement--

Marty, why don't you
just tell us

what we're really
walking into here?

This morning,
the German chancellor received

a ransom demand
of 5 million euros.

Now, we have confirmed intel
that a vulnerability

in the MEGAL gas pipeline
was part of the data

Carl's killer intercepted.

Germany refused to pay up.

30 minutes later,
this happened.

♪

It definitely
wasn't a one-man show.

Pulling off an attack
like that takes resources.

Have any state-sponsored
groups claimed responsibility?

Not yet.

So we're all working
the same case here.

How about we all agree
to play our cards face up?

[scoffs]

Cards face up?

This coming from Brian Lange.

That's rich.

Carl's ex-wife is here.

Well, how about this?
Can you at least have Germany

send over everything
they've got so far?

Because whoever killed Carl

knows that they hit
a gold mine.

Great.

♪

Brie!

Oh! Oh.

Hey, guys. It's okay.
It's okay.

She can leave now.

[speaking Danish]

I'll be looking
at photo arrays

if you have more questions.

Thank you.

Okay, go pack your bags now.

Don't worry.
You'll be leaving soon.

Okay, go, go.

Susanne, were you aware
that your husband

kept his security privileges
at Digital Wall

after he cashed out?

Of course I knew, but whether
he actually remained sober

long enough to ever
set foot back in the office,

I haven't a clue.

Ah, bad breakup, I take it?

Beklager.

That was the first word
that Carl ever said to me.

It means "I'm sorry."

We were queuing for coffee, and
he bumped into me by mistake.

And Danes never
apologize for something

they do on accident, but--

but Carl said "beklager,"
because that was who he was.

He was overly polite and,
uh, and sheepish.

And then he cashed out.

And he thought that
becoming a billionaire

meant that he could
loosen his tie.

As for me,

turns out I like sheepish.

This was from two weeks ago.

Do you recognize
this woman in Carl's office?

No, he probably met her
at the club.

What club?

You don't know, do you?

Swingers club.

♪

Our DOA spent his whole life
on the straight and narrow.

How does a guy
like that end up at a club

where check your inhibitions
at the door is a requirement?

I don't know, but it
seems like a perfect place

to entrap a square like him.

Carl Lassen's autopsy
just came in.

This guy partied harder
than a frat boy in Ibiza.

The MDMA,
that'll send your heart

shooting out of your ribcage.

And Lassen's phone,
as requested.

Security freaks don't just
hang their dirty laundry

out in the open.

Hidden apps.

And there we are--
the Velvet Room.

Looks like a membership app
to that private swingers club.

Go in with our badges?

No, that's a surefire way
to get people to clam up.

Undercover it is then.

♪ Sugar on my mind

[indistinct chatter]

That's the blonde
from Carl's office.

[speaking Danish]

I'm Samantha.

This is my partner Michael.

Mm, out-of-towners?
Intriguing.

I'm Martine.

So how did you hear
about the Velvet Room?

From friends.

We're members of the
Luxe Castle in London.

In that case,
let me show you around.

What Michael's
too tactful to admit is,

we saw what happened
to Carl Lassen on the telly.

Michael worked with him
a few years ago.

He was a nice chap.

Ah, so you're here out
of morbid curiosity, then?

Oh, is that such a bad thing?

Carl was a bit of a mess,
but he was magnanimous,

if you know what I mean.

I went to his house once.

Gorgeous mansion.

But enough about Carl.

Life is for the living.

Who is he?

We don't kiss and tell
at the Velvet Room.

[tense music]

Martinis first.

Dessert later.

Hey, what's the rush?

Clean-cut,
calloused knuckles,

and I saw you check the side
exits the second you walked in.

I used to consult for the DDIS.

I know a Fed when I see one.

Then you should know walking
away now just gives us

more PC to come find you later.

I'll give you this, but only
because Carl was a friend.

Look into his ex-wife.

Carl screwed her over
royally in the divorce.

From what I heard,
she's the one who left him.

And he got his revenge,
every kroner's worth.

♪

Germany sent over
the ransomware message

their chancellor received.

Whoever's pulling the strings
left us a breadcrumb,

a signature hidden
in the HTML code.

Oh, man, the Army of Shadows.

Who?

They're a hacker group--

supposedly responsible
for the two largest

data breaches in history,
each worth 200 mil.

- State-sponsored?
- Independent.

No home base, no known members,

nobody even knows what country
they're operating out of.

What makes this group
so unique is that they have

operatives who specialize
in social engineering,

exploiting people
rather than software.

Maybe someone had a bone
to pick with Carl

and sold him out?

Any word from that woman he
was seeing at the Velvet Room?

Ran Martine through
Europol's DBs.

Everything came back clean.

Now, Carl and Susanne's
divorce was more interesting.

Intel came
from Harald Bonnichsen,

also in cybersecurity--

consulted for DDIS
back in the day.

What he said about Carl's
ex-wife was spot on.

Yeah,
Susanne didn't receive a cent

from Digital Wall's sale,

and she wasn't shy
about calling Carl out.

This text was
from six months ago.

"Go to hell,
you cheap bastard."

Some, uh, increasingly
vulgar insults followed.

Okay,
so Carl screws Susanne over,

and now she wants her half
of the cash out.

So then she sells the intel
on Carl to this hacker group.

And not only does she
get a massive payday,

but with Carl gone, the assets
actually pass back to her

through the kids.

Maybe.

[cell phone dings]

Excuse me.

The Hub just received
an encrypted message

from the Army of Shadows.

It's an intake form
from a Russian prison.

I just sent it to you.

- Scott's mom.
- Yeah.

Vanessa Kincaide is one
of her known aliases.

The hackers want us
to drop the case

against them
in exchange for her location.

If Scott finds out,

he would move heaven and Earth
to find her.

Cam, they also sent this
message directly to Scott.

And still no word?

Nothing. He's gone dark.

♪

It's been 24 hours since
any of us heard from Scott.

Do we loop in HQ or--
- Not yet.

I need you to get a copy
of that file unredacted.

[suspenseful music]

See what you can fish out
of the NSA discreetly.

I'll try.

Thank you.

Everything good?

Yeah, yeah, just getting
more dirt on the ex.

Are you ready?

I don't know if anybody's
ever told you this,

but, uh, you have
a terrible poker face.

♪

Yeah, I should probably
loop you in on this.

Well, my Russian isn't
as sharp as it used to be,

but nowhere on this document

does it say the word
"prisoner."

Miss Vanessa Kincaide
could be an employee.

You know damn well
that she's not.

Kincaide is an alias
for Angela Cassidy,

a CIA agent
who reported to you.

And now you don't seem
to give a rat's ass

that she's been captured?

I'm focused
on the current mission.

Yes or no, does the CIA
know where Angela Cassidy is?

Intelligence ops are
compartmentalized by design.

Don't give me
that boilerplate BS, Marty.

There's a living, breathing
human being chained up

in one of those compartments.

And now you don't seem
to give a rat's ass

that she's been captured.

Look at you, Brian, caring.

I thought after what happened
in Azerbaijan

you'd traded that emotion in
for a new pair of skis.

[grunting]

Get in!

No!

Do you know
where she is or not?

Cassidy is one person.

Four civilians died
when that pipeline exploded.

And believe me,
it's only a matter of time

until they stick
a gun to our ribs.

Okay.

Is your head
in the game or not?

Because I'm giving Langley
an update in five minutes.

What do you want me
to tell them?

Don't worry about me.

♪

Selling Digital Wall
should have made you

a multibillionaire,
but instead you settled

for a fraction
of what you were owed.

Before we got married,
Carl made me sign a form

excluding Digital Wall
from our joint assets

to protect me
from future liabilities

in case the company
ever went under.

Maybe I shouldn't have
signed that document.

But you could have contested
that document, but you didn't.

Well, Carl is the--

Carl was the father
of my children,

and you're implying
that I had him killed to what?

To add a few extra zeroes
to my bank statement?

I have seen it happen before
numerous times.

Say I fought harder,

I dragged the divorce on
for longer.

Look what that money
did to Carl.

That money destroyed him.

[melancholy music]

I'd like to talk to the
boys now, if that's okay.

The last thing
they need is some stranger

peppering them with questions.

Their father just died.

That is right,
and I think they'd wanna help

find out who killed him.

♪

Edvard, Mads,
my name is Cameron.

And I just wanted to say
that I am very sorry

about what happened
to your dad.

It is not fair.

I can't imagine
what you guys must be feeling.

Is it okay if I ask you
some questions?

I heard your dad made a lot
of new friends recently.

Did you ever meet any of them?

Nobody ever came
to the house.

That's not true.

I saw Aksel this one time.

He was visiting Brie.

Who's Aksel?

Brie's special friend.

[suspenseful music]

Security systems been
messed with a handful of times.

And whoever did it
used the same technique

as Carl's killer.

Any clips of the secret
boyfriend approaching

the house from the driveway?
- No.

Aksel and Brie
must have carefully

planned his every visit.

There's no way he parked
on the property--too risky.

How about the
closest main street?

A couple neighbors
surrendered

door cam footage to the DDIS.

Crosscheck that
against any instances

when the cameras went down.
- Mm-hmm.

Fort Meade needed that
visual on Aksel yesterday.

What's our ETA?

We're working on it.

I'm sorry.

Deputy director
just chewed me out,

said I should have flagged
that Carl system's

been compromised before.

Amanda,
got that visual for you.

Same guy every time.

It's gotta be Aksel.

Thank you, Kyle.
Send this to Cameron.

Hey.

How'd it go?

Oh, not great, actually.

Listen, has Forrester ever
disappeared like this before?

No.

Alcohol problems?

Is he promiscuous?
- No.

Scott wouldn't
just up and leave

without a damn good reason.

I'm sorry,
if any of us went MIA,

he would do everything
to find us.

Yeah, well, he might be
looking for you as a civilian,

because career-wise,
he's got one foot

on the banana peel and
the other on a roller skate.

I should let Andre
and Megan know.

Don't.

They need to stay on point.

[tense music]

You recognize him?

You lied to us.

You've been messing with Carl's
security system for months.

I--I was afraid to say.

Look, I knew how it would look.

Lying to us about Aksel
is a federal offense.

Now, we're not required
to press charges,

but we will if you continue
to cover up for him.

No, there's nothing
to cover up, okay?

Carl was out every night
bringing back god knows who

from that club
and damn near OD'ing

while his kids were
asleep down the hall.

And he's got the nerve
to tell me I can't have guests?

So you disabled
Carl's security system?

- Yes.
- Tell us about Aksel.

He's 28, grew up here.

He's a graphic designer.

And in no way is he
involved in any of this.

Did he ever
ask you to show him how

to access the security system?

Aksel's full name,
where he lives,

what kind of car he drives, everything.

♪

Aksel Blom, FBI, open up.

[metal clanging]

Hey, FBI--hey!

♪

[workers shouting]

[tires screech]
[car horn honks]

[car horn blaring]

Hey!

♪

Are you good?

Yeah.

Aksel was gearing up
to do a runner.

Data might be hosed.

Clothes in the wardrobe
still had tags in,

knives not a single nick.

Aksel probably didn't
even really live there.

What about personal effects?

Uh, just this on the fridge.

[suspenseful music]

The only reason
this guy had an apartment

was to sell to Brie
that he had a life.

If he was hooked up
with the Army of Shadows,

he could be a sock puppet.

- A what?
- Sock puppet.

It's a term hackers use
to describe a persona

that only exists online.

This was in the waste bin.

Thanks, Freya.

Okay, the motherboard
is still in decent condition.

Let's see what we can pull.

Aksel's banking details

tied to the apartment rental
were made up.

Claire spoke
with the landlord,

and Aksel always paid in cash.

Whoever this guy was,
his prints weren't on any

of the DDIS or Europol systems.

How about dental records?

Faber is still trying
to get a match for what

was left of his jaw,
but that could take

a week, maybe longer.
I'll check again.

Do you think
Aksel killed Carl?

Brie saw the killer's face.

She would have ID'ed him
from the jump.

Well, not if they were
working together.

No, she told us
how to find him.

I don't think she's involved.

These hackers knew exactly
how extensive Carl's

security protocols would be,
and they zeroed in

on his one vulnerability, Brie.

That was Russo.

The DOD just got hit with
a ransom demand, 500 mil.

Have Grayson
confirm the intel.

Russo already did.
Al Udeid Air Base.

The hackers are threatening
to leak a zero-day

that'll shut down
its AMDR receptors.

Now, if that happens,
all it'll take is one enemy

deploying one
precision strike missile,

and 8,000 troops
get pancaked in seconds.

- How much time have we got?
- One hour.

One second.

Your colleague here
recovered Aksel Blom's phone.

We have proof that
he was paid to kill Lassen

along with clear instructions
to keep the au pair

out of the equation.

Your American is exonerated.

She's free to go.

You think something's off.

All of Aksel's hard drives
have been drilled through

with the precision
of a robot doing brain surgery.

This phone is the only thing

that wasn't blitzed
beyond repair.

Well, you caught him in
the middle of his exit plans.

It's possible he wasn't
finished destroying the phone.

So why'd he put it
in the trash?

Look, we're being
led down a path here.

Brie is a loose end.

They want us
to let her go so they can

get rid of the only person
who can ID the killer.

Offer Miss Martindale
any protection you like,

but the DDIS has no reason
to detain her any longer.

Wait a second, Agent Faber.

What if we give Carl's killer
exactly what he wants?

♪

Look, we know you
never meant for anything bad

to happen to Carl.

And the DDIS is ready
to take you home.

Okay.

But we really need your help.

Did you find Aksel?

He didn't make it.

What?

[scoffs]

W-what happened?

It was an accident.

But, Brie,
you should know that Aksel

wasn't who he said he was.

Well, then who was he then?

We don't know,
and we may never find out.

I am sorry, but you got played.

[somber music]

♪

Whatever you need, I'm in.

Thank you.

Well, I hope you have
a safe flight home, Brie.

On behalf
of the DDIS, I'd like

to apologize for any
confusion regarding

your American's involvement
in Lassen's murder.

Well, the FBI appreciates
your cooperation.

Take Miss Martindale
to the Lufthavnens Plads Hotel.

[engine turns over]

Your team's in position
at the hotel?

I've got a tactical team
inside

and snipers at the ready.

She'll be safe.

[tense music]

Ready?

Yep.

♪

We've got company.

[engines revving]

Cam. They're not waiting.

They're hitting us now.

[gunfire]

♪

[gasps]

[crowd screaming]

♪

ID'ed the mercenary

who attacked Smitty and Andre--
Afrim Kurti.

Any connection
to the Army of Shadows?

As far as I can tell,
he's a for-hire gunman

on the dark web.

Charges 100,000 euro a head.

I found the crypto
transaction between Kurti

and whoever hired him.

I got the account number,
but that wallet never

traded on the usual platforms.

There's no way
of tracking the owner.

Pull up a
blockchain explorer.

Grab all the transactions
for that account.

Okay, one sec.

Got it.

Do a search
for any duplicates.

- That filter doesn't exist.
- Scoot over.

Repeat transactions
are just ways to wash cash.

So once we pull the IP info
for whatever's left...

[suspenseful music]

The killer's local.

Grab all the tenants
at this address

and crosscheck the list
with Carl's emails and texts.

SikkerTech Security.

It's owned by
Harald Bonnichsen.

Andre and Smitty already
met him at the Velvet Room.

He emailed Carl
asking him to invest.

The deal fell through
at the last minute.

Send this to Cameron.

[speaking Danish]

Sorry to interrupt.

You're probably
gonna wanna hear this

in private, Harald.

[speaking Danish]

You are under arrest for
conspiracy to commit murder.

[laughs]
What?

You had Carl Lassen killed,

and then you tried
to silence the witness.

Carl was a friend, a mentor.

Sure. But you envied him.

I mean, it makes sense.

You both had
the same skill set.

I think maybe even yours
were a little sharper, right?

I mean, considering that you
were once a black hat hacker.

How did you come
across that information?

The DDIS unsealed your file.

We know you weaseled your way

into a consulting deal
to get out of jail time.

We traced your crypto
payment to the hit men

that you hired to kill Brie.

The transaction's IP address
just happened

to match SikkerTech's.

You really think
I'd be so daft

to pay a hit man out of my own
office and not use a VPN?

Dollar signs make people
sloppy sometimes,

even someone in the Army of
Shadows.

I'm being framed.

The Army is selling you
the story you wanna hear.

Then tell us the truth.

Carl thought money
would make him happy.

But instead,
it made him obsolete.

The man would show up
at the Velvet Room

drunk out of his mind,
blabbering about

his top secret
security privileges.

He was practically
begging to be hacked.

So I sold intel on Carl,

who he was,
what his habits were,

how to get to the people
that mattered to him

to exploit
his security privileges.

But I did not kill him.

So who did?

Philip Baranza,
a former member of UNC1151,

a Belarusian
state-sponsored hacker group.

Harald is claiming that Baranza
started the Army of Shadows.

So Baranza activates one
of his operatives, Aksel,

to seduce Brie
into giving him access

to Carl's security system.

Now, according to Harald,
Baranza is operating

out of a vacant building
in Knippelsbro.

What's our timeline?

Baranza's ransomware
to the DOD goes live in 15.

So let's move.

♪

Pull the trigger
if you need to,

but remember,
we need this guy alive.

FBI!
Hands where I can see them!

♪

I have something you want.

Scott Forrester.

[grunts]

♪

Where are we at?

We secured all
of Baranza's devices.

The data breach
is 100% contained,

and the ransomware request
to the DOD has been shut down.

I'd say we all earned
our paycheck today, didn't we?

Do I turned Baranza
over to Russo?

[pensive music]

Not yet.

That's him.

I'll never forget those eyes,

the way he stared back at me
after he shot Carl.

Thank you, Brie.

The DDIS will take you
straight to the airport.

Your parents are waiting
for you back in Baltimore.

It seems
you're one man short.

I know where
the Agent Forrester is

along with his mother,
Angela Cassidy.

You can still save them,
but you have to act now.

[tense music]

♪

Cameron, get resituated.

I'll take care of this guy.

Trust me.

♪

Well, you certainly got
our attention, Mr. Baranza,

I'm all ears.

I can tell you
where he's headed.

There is an encrypted
file on my laptop.

Even the most skilled tech

will take roughly ten hours
to decrypt it.

That file will self-destruct,
and I am the only person

with the decryption keys,
which I will gladly hand over,

but I want full immunity.

You've got five minutes.

♪

How much time do we have?

Three minutes.

Okay, we're looking at three
layers of solid 256 encryption.

I want every single station
cycling through at least

a hundred keys a second.

I feel like I haven't been
perfectly clear as to where

exactly it is you're headed.

So allow me
to paint the picture.

No visitors. None.

23 hours a day in solitary.

[tense music]

Being alone doesn't scare me,

but time--

time is invaluable.

Got a match
for the first layer.

Second one just cleared.

Kyle, how close are we?

Almost there.

Uncuff me.

Leave the door unlocked.

Nobody has to know
how I got out.

But you should do it now

because that file
will self-destruct

in one minute,

along with Angela Cassidy's
location.

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

What happened?
Where's the file?

Does anybody have a copy?

It looks like
all instances self-deleted.

It's gotta be here
somewhere.

♪

[phone ringing]

Where are we at
with the file?

It's gone.

I'm sorry, Cam.

We tried every trick.

♪

I need to bring
you both in on something.

It's regarding Scott.

♪

I know Baranza intercepted
those prison documents

in the data breach, and I know
the NSA has access to them.

I need you to tell me where
Angela Cassidy is being held.

Look, working for the NSA
is like being

a tiny piece
of a giant Jigsaw puzzle.

You have no idea what the
larger picture is, just--

you have a specific role.

The company's loyalty
can turn on a dime.

One minute,
they're protecting you.

The next, they're scrubbing
you from their files

like they did to Cassidy.

It's not my orders.

The secret booze drawer--
that's been restocked, yes?

Sure has.

Great working with you all.

Amanda.

It's been a pleasure.

♪

We can explore backchannels,

try to get ahold
of the original document.

No, if Russia gets wind
that we are asking around,

they will make sure
that Cassidy

is never seen again, for good,
and Scott along with her.

I just got off a call with
my friend in Operational Tech.

I had him comb through
Forrester's phone remotely.

The encrypted message
that Scott received

regarding Vanessa Kincaide,
he opened it, accessed it.

He's gonna find his mom.

The Kremlin's got
over 100 penitentiaries,

and those are just
the ones we know about.

Where do we even start?

[laptop dings]

Tate, I got an update.

Grayson gave me
two pieces of information,

Dagny Andersen and Oslo.

The Norwegian Minister
of Foreign Affairs?

How's she involved in this?

Andersen has been trying
to secure the release

of two Norwegian journalists
who were imprisoned

six months ago by the Kremlin.

♪

We're at your mercy
right now, Brian.

So you can either help us
find Scott and his mom

or you can deep-six
this whole thing.

♪

[tense music]

♪

[wolf howls]