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[low hum]

[Arabic language chatter]

[soft electronic percussion music]

- Asset in sight.

- He's fatter than the last time I saw him.

Body shaming, Stace?

- It's called a physical description

- supported by the behavioral record

- and psychological profile.

Maybe you should go back to Spy 101?

Cut the chatter!

He's heading to you. All clear. - Roger.

Confirm the identity of the subject, Anton Venkov.

Identity confirmed.

Relax. He's the Second Assistant

to the Russian Ambassador of Tunisia

- not Vladimir Putin.

- Wait.

- He's stopping.

- He's talking to someone.

Danny, is that you?

- Danny...

[silencer shot]

Asset down! Repeat... Venkov is down!

[thunderous percussion music]

Agent Sellers down.

- [Darla] Repeat the status of Agent Sellers!

[Stacey] He's dead, Darla!

- Stay in position! Extraction team en route!

Agent An-

[sound of running footsteps]

[gun cocking]

[frantic chase music]

[door kicked open]

[punches]

[grunts, gasps for air]

What did he give you? Where is it?

[Arabic language: Where is it? Where is it?]

[Arabic language: Goodbye]

[Arabic language: Goodbye]

[loud explosions]

[electric viola theme]

[pulsing electronic music]

[dead silence]

[echo of shuffling papers]

The doctors have cleared you to speak with us today.

Are you up to it?

Yes, I'm up to it.

It's a miracle you survived.

Yes, sir.

What's even more of a miracle, I think,

is that three hours passed between the time

of the air strike and when you showed up at the safe house.

How do you account for that?

I can't.

You can't.

Okay.

Miss Anderson, I don't think you realize

what's at stake here.

Maybe you're shell-shocked.

Maybe the doctors have you on too much medication.

Maybe it's your time of the month. I don't know.

So let me enlighten you.

Anton Venkov, the asset you were monitoring

wasn't making a routine update.

Venkov was delivering a list of the identities

of every Russian field agent in every country of the world

to a courier we have yet to identify.

- It was a global list.

The Holy Grail of the Western intelligence community.

OUR community.

- Funny thing is...

Nobody in our community even knew it existed.

Now, what does that tell you?

Not sure I'm following.

- There is a Shadow Group among us.

You are part of this Shadow Group, are you not?

No, sir.

Who else could it have been?

You were the last agent standing, correct?

Yes, sir. That's correct.

[anxious music]

[creepy muted strangling sounds]

[muted explosion]

[muted sniper hit]

The op went bad.

The Russians -

The Russians have no involvement!

- Spare us the performance, Miss Anderson.

And if it were up to me,

I would take you outside and shoot you myself.

Enough!

With all due respect, Mr. Chairman

the Shadow Group is still a theory yet to be proven.

- I know how difficult it can be.

I served as a field agent for twenty years.

You don't know who to believe, who to trust.

- Even your own people.

Do you have a point, Jessica? - Yes! Sir.

Sometimes the most direct route to an answer

- is a direct question.

Agent Anderson...

the list has yet to be recovered.

Do you know where it is?

No.

Three hours!

You sit under a drone strike and see how long it takes you

to get to a safe house!

I served this country with my life.

Nothing more, nothing less. - NO!

Your teammates gave their lives! Not you!

[electric viola theme]

- Stacey Anderson...

you are hereby disavowed by the Government

of the United States of America.

- You will be given a new identity,

- transportation to the city of your choice

- and fifteen hundred dollars severance.

Stacey Anderson no longer exists.

Watch your back.

[sound of rain]

[crack of thunder]

[tense string music]

- [Male voice] Sara...

- Sara...

Sara!

Relax.

My parents will be here -

Any second, I know.

[doorbell]

We can still make a run for it. Now or never.

Never.

[doorbell rings twice]

[soft classical violin music]

Delicious, Sara. Lip-smackin' good.

Thank you.

She's a keeper, Kenny.

Don't let this one get away.

How did you two meet?

I bet it was very romantic.

Not exactly.

- We met in the office.

At the copier.

- Okay, they don't need to know the full story.

He couldn't figure out how to change the toner cartridge.

- Clive barely knows how to operate the TV remote.

But, um...

after that, we just clicked.

Every song that I loved, he knew by heart.

Everything I wanted to do was on his bucket list.

He's my best friend.

- [Evelyn] Well, that's pretty amazing.

Where are you from, Sara?

Nowhere, really.

We moved around a lot.

Well, I'm sorry dear, but that sounds a little vague.

- Mom...

What, it's a perfectly normal question.

- You two have been living together how long?

A year.

- Almost two.

And this is the first time we've had a real face to face.

You guys were in Japan for a year.

It's a short eleven-hour plane ride away.

Most home toilets in Japan

have a built-in bidet.

They call 'em washlets.

But the public restrooms still have what they call

- floor toilets.

It's a hole in the floor!

- [Ken] Oh my God...

- [Ken] you guys...

This is like a nightmare I had...

last night!

- I'm just trying to get to know

the person who's living with my son.

The truth is, he really doesn't tell me much.

- [Sara] It's okay.

The truth is, I don't tell him much.

There's not much to tell. Uh...

I never knew my dad.

My mom had me really young.

She was in the military. I'm an Army brat.

Grew up on military bases.

Well, that must have been very difficult.

For both of you.

You know... I'd love to meet her one day.

[sad string music]

She was killed in action.

- [Evelyn] Oh. I'm so sorry.

- [Sara] It's okay. It was a long time ago.

- To sacrifice.

For a noble cause.

[glasses clinking]

- [Evelyn] It's not my place, but...

I know two people who belong together when I see it.

And I just wanna say one more thing

- and then I'll shut my trap.

- There's nothing you'll know in ten years

- that you don't already know in two.

Okay. I'm done. "Bone" appetit!

When I said before about the bidet?

I didn't realize you might not know what that is.

- Clive! - Dad!

We'll get you overseas yet.

Till then...

take care of each other.

I am so sorry.

[soft piano music]

I'm sorry I can't tell you everything about my past.

I'm not trying to be secretive. I just -

It's okay.

No.

It's not.

Yes, it is.

I don't care about your past.

Everybody has a past.

There's things about me I'm not proud of.

It's easy to fall in with the wrong crowd

when you're young.

[small laugh]

What?

That's exactly what happened.

I fell in with the wrong crowd.

You know me. Even if you don't know the details.

You know me.

I know you and you know me.

[ringing office phone]

Sara Thompson.

Hey, thanks for calling me back.

Yeah, I got those projections.

I really think a mix of print and online is the way to go

for this one.

Great.

Alright, you guys, have a good night.

Thanks, boss. You too.

[Ken] Damn!

[Sara] Hey did Boss seem weird to you just now?

No.

Seriously, Ken?

[romantic string music]

- We can't choose when and where

- our lives change forever.

Three years ago

for me

it was right here.

Sara...

will you marry me?

Yeah... yes.

Thank you.

Why are you saying "thank you?"

I don't know.

I don't know what to say now.

Except that...

I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

That's perfect.

[elevator bell dings]

You're not planning a big office surprise party, are you?

No. Maybe the boss forgot something.

[wheels squeaking]

Hey, buddy!

Deliveries are downstairs!

[machine gun fire]

[dramatic percussion music]

[Ken] Oh shit... oh shit...

Okay, Sara. I'm gonna get us out of this.

- Sara...

Sara!

Ken. About my past...

there are a couple things I probably should have told you.

Like what?

Like my name isn't Sara.

- [Mercenary] Stacey Anderson!

Stacey Anderson!!

Stacey Anderson...

[Russian accent] I'm not going to kill you.

- But I will kill Kenneth if you do not cooperate.

- We want the list.

- Give it to me...

I go away.

Wait here.

- Where are you going?!

This isn't what we're supposed to do!

[pen hitting the floor]

[punching, grunting]

[pen click]

[Ken] Ah!

What the hell's going on?

Well, in about sixty seconds

there'll be four more guys coming

and they won't be as nice as this one.

Four to five, maybe six.

I'm not sure what the standard team configuration is

these days.

[Ken] Oh shit.

- Breathe, honey.

Deep breaths. I'll explain everything.

Just don't move, okay?

Unless someone's about to shoot. Then move.

That's your big strategy?

Don't move unless someone's about to shoot?

No. That's not MY strategy. That's YOUR strategy.

You need to pay attention, Ken!

Okay.

[elevator bell dings]

- Where'd you put the toner cartridge?

Huh?

The toner cartridge!

[gunshot, explosion]

[machine gun fire]

[building fire alarm]

[machine gun fire]

Uh... Sara?!

You're okay.

I am?

We gotta go.

Leave your phone, your laptop, your car keys.

- I'm sorry.

Sure.

And when you say go, you don't mean

go to the police or go home or go to Dave's for a drink?

No.

- Man, that sucks.

I could really use a drink.

Police can't help us, Ken.

No one can.

Look, Sara...

I love you.

I really do.

But I'm a little freaked out

and I just need to lie down and process all this.

We'll rest soon, sweetie. We need to go now.

Sweetie?

I don't know you!

Yes. You do.

They'll kill you, Ken. Please. Trust me now.

Trust you now.

Ken!

What's your name?

We don't have time for this -- - Your name.

Stacey.

Where we going, Stacey?

We're stealing a car.

Guess that's an improvement.

We're a vector.

We need to keep our faces off the cameras.

At least the ones around the building.

They'll track the cars coming out.

- Yes. But too late.

[door lock opens]

[car alarm]

[distant police sirens]

[anxious percussion music]

[screeching wheels]

[pounding getaway music]

[approaching siren]

[engine gunning]

[honking horn, screeching tires]

So, you're like an assassin?

I am a sales rep for a PR company.

- Oh yeah? Me too.

[siren]

This next part exposes us.

So for the next twenty minutes, I need you

to promise that you'll stop being angry.

Anger is a distraction,

and distractions get us killed.

We need to focus.

Deal?

[punching dashboard]

Deal.

[echoing train station]

[low suspenseful music]

Everybody's staring! They know!

No. It just seems that way.

It happens. It'll pass.

[echoing footsteps]

[text tone]

Excuse me, sir.

[Osborne] Thanks, Bob. I'll follow up when I get back.

Came across an item in my news feed

that might be of interest.

My office.

[whiskey pouring]

- No, thank you, sir.

You sure?

It's eleven AM somewhere.

Calories. Sir.

Suit yourself.

What'd you see in your news feed, Jessica?

Something about a disgruntled employee

shooting up a PR firm in Los Angeles?

You knew?

Just came in.

Director's having me fly there tonight.

Is she dead?

I'm amazed at how sentimental you are

about this one.

I know you worked in the field.

But you never knew her.

Never worked with her.

So what is it about her that would make you

scan the news for the last five years

searching for any mention of her name?

We ended her life.

We took away her career, her -

her purpose.

Her livelihood. Her security.

Unjustly, I think.

I know how that feels.

You retired from the field with the highest commendation.

I was forced out.

- It's a young gal's game, Jess.

You knew that when you were young.

- Yeah, well, so did she.

- But she didn't get a commendation.

- She was thrown to the wolves.

And now the wolves have come.

She's a traitor, Jessica.

Working for a shadow organization

inside our own community.

It's more powerful than you know.

She's running.

But I'm gonna find her.

And I'm gonna terminate her.

On whose authority?

The President.

Look, if she's working for the shadow organization,

why would they take her out?

They didn't.

It was the Russians.

- And how do you know that?

I still have a few friends in the field.

- There's another possibility.

I'm all ears.

It wasn't the Russians. It was the Shadow Group.

Only she's not working for them or the Russians.

And she's out there...

alone.

I want the list.

If she has it,

whatever's coming her way she deserves.

[whiskey pouring]

- Come on, Jess. Don't go soft on me now.

- Has it been that long?

Sir?

Whenever a prospective asset offers you a drink?

You never say no.

[mild laugh]

- Besides...

She's not alone.

She's with her boyfriend.

Poor bastard.

To all the poor bastards.

Every single one of us.

[glasses clink]

[sound of an approaching train]

I used to be a field operative for the CIA.

I was on assignment in Tunisia.

Standard Operating Procedure for over a year.

We worked our assets. They worked theirs.

It was routine. Peaceful.

They?

If there's an "us," there's gotta be a "them."

- In Seoul, it's North Korea.

- Kuala Lumpur, it's China.

- In Tunisia, it's the Russians.

- But it stays balanced. It works.

- We'd made contact with the Second Assistant

- to the Russian Ambassador of Tunisia.

[photo clicks]

- He agreed to give us information.

- Basic stuff. Nothing major.

- But after a year,

- somehow he stumbles onto a list of Russian operatives.

- The Global List.

- Every undercover Russian agent

- in every theater in the world.

Jackpot. It was his way out.

But something went wrong in the transfer.

- I retrieved the list.

- Just before they dropped a bomb on my head.

- [Ken] I remember that.

- [Ken] Like five years ago. I saw it on the news.

- [Ken] I though it was ISIS. It was the Russians?

- Not ISIS. Not the Russians.

Who?

There's a Shadow Group in the U.S. intelligence community.

A group working against even the most covert mandates.

Nobody talks about it, or maybe they just won't talk to me.

I'm convinced it's real.

And they're behind all of this.

My entire team was killed

in the hours after the bombing.

All to get the list.

And you have it?

Jesus, Sara.

It was my insurance policy.

They couldn't do anything to me because they couldn't be sure

what would happen to the list if they did.

And they couldn't coerce me, because...

I didn't have anything to lose.

Until now.

[sad string music]

- I'm so sorry, Ken.

I never should have tried to live a normal life.

It was just so nice.

I've never had that before.

Never expected it 'cause I never thought I deserved it.

[sigh]

There's a lot I haven't told you.

The whole story about not knowing your father,

your mother in the Army, you moving around all the time?

- It's true.

That's all true.

I was recruited when I was eighteen.

I thought it would mean something,

give me something. Make me feel better, but...

it didn't.

My whole goddamn life I have just been...

so lonely.

And then for the first time -

I got you into this.

I will get you out of it.

- You should keep this.

Is this all because you really don't want to marry me?

[small laugh]

[distant train whistle]

I thought I knew you.

You do.

I swear you do.

Well, let's say I do.

How are we gonna keep gun- toting Shadow Group assassins

from crashing our wedding?

We're gonna do what I should have done in the first place.

Get the list and give it back to the Russians.

[anxious music]

[knocking]

Da!

[panting]

[Russian accent] You are panting like dog, Sasha.

I'm sorry, sir.

But you said all Level 7 messages

were not to be sent electronically.

Perhaps we should move your office closer.

[door opening]

You were right to watch her, Dmitri.

It appears so.

Does this mean she has the list?

Perhaps.

It means someone certainly thinks she does.

- How in the hell did this ever get out!

Sasha, have there been any new developments?

No, Dmitri Antonovich.

The only certainty is that

someone made Second Assistant Venkov believe

he discovered it by chance.

We do not know who gave him access

but there is yet no evidence of involvement by the West.

Actually -

[low suspenseful music]

Actually what, Sasha?

- Well, sir

the lack of any evidence that our system was hacked is...

unusual.

What are you saying, Sasha?

Someone within in our own community has betrayed us?

No, Dmitri Antonovich.

What I say is that....

- I am not competent enough to find evidence

- of the U.S. involvement.

This...

this is bad business.

The is the business we are in, Ivan Petrovich.

Find her, Dmitri.

Take care of it personally.

Bring back what was taken from us.

And terminate her for the trouble.

With pleasure.

[hissing train brakes]

[sound of train moving]

Where were you?

Checking the platform. Making sure no one got on.

Sorry. I didn't know where you were.

It's okay.

How come you never showed me that?

I don't know.

I don't like to look at it, but I can't throw it away.

September 27th, huh?

Yep.

Libra.

That explains a lot.

Wake me up next time, okay?

You needed to sleep.

Got a long way to go.

But you're not gonna tell me where we're going, are you.

It would be a...

tactical mistake.

[door opening quietly]

[door closing]

[anxious string music]

It's okay, Sasha.

Relax.

I know that you are Dmitri's man

and that he has great faith in you.

But...

I need you to do something for me...

keep it just between us.

Can you do that?

Yes, Andrei Ivanovich.

I am curious by nature.

I'm not sure if you know that about me.

- It does me no favors in my career, let me tell you.

- But curiosity is a thing that doesn't leave you alone.

It pesters you and pesters you..

until you must satisfy it.

So...

it is not me asking, but my curiosity.

If the unimaginable is, in fact, imagined.

- And one among us is working against us.

- Someone very close to us, perhaps.

- If this person managed to expose the list to Venkov,

for some secret purpose we don't yet know,

- working among shadows into which we cannot see,

- it would satisfy my curiosity to find out who this person is.

Are there methods that you have not yet used

but that you might use now

to find out if this unimaginable person exists?

Yes, Andrei Ivanovich.

Then do it, devushka!

And tell no one.

[distant train whistle] [wheels clacking on tracks]

Thanks for saving my life.

There's something I haven't told you.

Yeah?

Your favorite color isn't purple?

You don't hate curry?

They'll be waiting for us.

- What?! How do you know?

Because this is the last stop

and they haven't boarded the train.

So you've known for the past hour?

Why didn't you tell me?

It was important you didn't think about it.

You needed to relax. - Ah!

Don't mother me, Sara.

You know I hate that. My mother does that!

Are you finished? - No!

What's the plan?

Not dying.

[anxious electronic music]

The man on the platform.

The couple behind us.

The guy in the blue shirt.

- [Ken] Sorry...

- I'm seeing things that aren't there again.

- [Stacey] No. You're two for three.

- You missed a couple others but otherwise pretty good.

[Ken] I can't do this.

[Stacey] You remember the Spain trip?

[Ken] The what?

[Stacey] Madrid. We went to the oldest restaurant

in the world. Botin.

[Stacey] We were only there for a day.

We had a one chance for a once in a lifetime experience

but they were booked solid.

And just as we went to leave that guy called us back in.

Do you remember?

[Ken] He led us through the kitchen

to a secret dining room.

[Stacey] That's right.

Do you remember what we talked about for the first time

in that dining room?

[Ken] Our future?

[Ken] Um, Sara...

I think we should focus on the present.

[Stacey] We are, dear.

[Stacey] For the next sixty seconds

I don't want you to think.

Don't think? - No.

- [Ken] What do I do?

Concentrate.

[pulsing electronic music]

[machine pistol fire]

[gunshots]

Move please!

She's heading towards the West exit!

[gunshot]

This way.

- [voice] ...converge! West exit!

- All teams! West exit!

- [Ken] Come on, Sara!

[distant train crossing bell]

Wha is this?

Dead center of a dead zone. Last time I checked, anyway.

No cameras for a mile in any direction. Ready?

[Ken] We're jogging?!

We're running for our lives! One mile! As fast as you can!

I didn't know

[panting]

secret agent stuff

was so aerobic.

Put this on. Quick.

Wait. Why do you have two?

You knew this was gonna happen?

- Do you see any shoes in here that would fit you?!

Both hoodies are for me!

Would have put one on in the parking garage

and swapped the other one out on the train

and gotten away just fine!

You think guns going off is some kind of a thrill for me?!

It's the worst case scenario,

but it's what we've got here so I'm improvising.

I'm holding you back.

You're the wind beneath my wings.

Now get your head down and let's go.

[phone buzzing]

Yes, sir, Mr. Director.

How long ago?

I'm wheels up in twenty.

I'll find her and the Shadow Group

before he gets off the plane.

Agreed, sir.

But Dmitri Mitriev is a spy not a politician.

The Russians know the rules.

If he gets in the way, I'll just put him down.

And they won't say a damn thing about it.

Yes, sir.

[city noise, traffic]

[funk music]

[quiet groove music]

Is this the drop off?

I mean the pickup?

How do you say it?

It's just a bar, Ken.

Yeah, I know, but why are we here?

For a drink.

The place we're going doesn't open till morning.

We'll be safe here till closing.

Later, if we can make friends.

Wow.

So you're a drinker.

Sorry. Old habit.

People in the field drink. It's a thing.

- No, I get it.

Shaken not stirred. The cool factor.

- The anxiety.

It's just a little bit nerve-wracking

not knowing if someone's going to put a bullet

in your head at any moment.

The list is more dangerous then anybody realizes.

For the Russians?

For the world.

You're a child sitting in your bed at night.

And you're deathly afraid of the dark.

But you've got this one flashlight.

Keeps the room lit.

Keeps your worst fears from coming true.

Keeps you safe.

Then someone comes and takes it away.

Everything goes dark.

What do you do?

Wait for morning.

You're a child. You don't know when morning is.

And even if you did, it's infinitely far away.

So you create you own morning

and launch the first strike against the U.S.

and Western Alliance.

And make everything so bright

it'll never go dark again.

But...

that's crazy.

Everybody knows a nuclear war isn't winnable.

Where'd you hear that?

TV?

It's comforting, but it isn't true.

[Stacey] With the right strategy

and the willingness to suffer losses

every war is winnable.

Even a nuclear one.

Oh, wow.

That's, uhh...

That's unsettling.

[no music] [closing time]

Will it really stop after this?

Won't they wanna tie up loose ends or something?

I'm not a loose end. I don't know anything.

What about the Shadow people?

What'd you call them?

The Shadow Group.

They're ghosts.

How'd you hear about them?

I was accused of being one of them.

But you're not.

No. I'm not.

I don't want to ask,

but I have to.

Is there anything you haven't told me?

You said it didn't matter. Said you knew me.

That was before we were running for our lives

and you killed, like, twenty guys.

Nine.

Oh. Okay. Only nine.

Sorry, I've grossly

overestimated the number of human beings - you actually

with your bare hands - and guns - You know everything

that matters.

- [bartender] Last call! - [Stacey] Everything.

Guess we're not staying.

Yeah. Making friends takes a little more effort.

It's okay. I know a good place we'll be safe.

[lock unlocking]

[silence]

[pots banging together]

[tense string music]

[ripping sound]

[percussive caper music]

[text tone]

[ringing desk phone]

Da.

- [Dmitri] Send a memo up the chain.

Level 7.

Intelligence Officer Dmitri Mitriev will have them

- in twenty-four hours.

- And Sasha...

I hope you are getting some work done

and not texting boyfriend all day.

Yes. Dmitri Antonovich.

[lock locking]

You need to work on your definition of "good place."

What can I do for you?

I need to pick up a long hold.

What's a "long hold?"

L-H-5-9-5-2-5.

Tryin' to trick me, right?

My parole officer send you here?

Not unless he's been planning it for the last five years.

Check the package. 59525.

Look...

I paid the full nine, asshole.

So unless you want that arm broken in three places,

I suggest you get your ass up and go get my package.

Who's he?

None of your goddamn business.

Her fiancé.

Fiancé, huh?

Congratulations.

Don't ever do that again.

What?

Give someone more information than they need to know.

Okay, what? You want a receipt?

No. I want two U.S. passports. No more than three years old.

Hm.

That's gonna cost you extra.

[photo click]

[photo click]

Two U.S. passports.

Easy peasy.

They changed the laminate,

the overlay,

and the watermark.

But they didn't change the readers.

You know what the readers check?

The no-fly list.

Jesus.

I could put a carton of eggs under that scanner,

it'll wave me through every time.

I don't trust him.

- [Ken] What if he already opened it and took the list?

Did you check it?

Is there a problem?

No.

'Cause you're doing a lot of whispering.

- I don't like whispering.

I just asked if she opened the package

to see if the contents were there.

Of course, the contents are there.

Why wouldn't the contents be there?

It's okay.

- No. It's not okay!

My integrity is being called into question here.

- Open it.

I'm good.

No. It's not good. 'Cause you're whispering

and talking shit behind my back.

- Now let's get this over with.

- Open it.

She doesn't want you to see.

Oh!

Okay...

Fine!

Now open it.

[tense music rising]

[gunshot]

Stacey!

- Nice to finally meet you.

[percussive fight music]

[Ken] That's my girl!

[Stacey] Ken! Stop!

- Stop!

[gasp] [labored breathing]

Wasted a lotta years on you.

So goddamn hard to get.

So paranoid.

You know what they say.

- Just 'cause you're paranoid doesn't mean

- they're not out to get you.

Tried three times before me.

Shoulda stayed paranoid, Stace.

I guess it's understandable

to go a little soft on the outside.

I don't know how you did it.

I was ready to blow my brains out

every day towards the end there.

At least I finally got to blow someone's brains out.

Just gotta check something then we're good to go.

- [Ken] What the hell?

Stacey!

What is this?!

This whole time.

Are you kidding me?

What's the password?

What's the password?

[Stacey] You don't need me to tell you, Ken.

You already know.

'Cause you know me so well.

And I know you. Isn't that what we said?

Stop messing around -

- What's the passcode, Ken? - Don't push me, Stace.

- What is it?!

Botin.

[suspenseful string music]

You kept talking about it.

- That's what you want me to think it is.

But there was another time.

In Cannes.

We were on the Croisette.

There was a woman with a baby in a stroller.

She was with her mother.

- The mother said the baby's name, and the look on your face.

- It meant something to you.

We could never figure out what.

Your mother was Elizabeth.

- Case Officer was Joan.

- Favorite teacher was Peggy.

- Not one ALICE

in the whole bunch.

I don't have to kill you quickly.

No, you don't.

You wanna see how soft I've gotten?

Let's find out!

[gunshot]

You're a goddamn psycho.

You have no idea.

Yeah...

I have some idea.

[jet plane engine powering down]

Wilkins, sir.

- Tom Osborne.

[Wilkins] Kind of a surprise you coming out here like this.

- I was diverted.

- Seems there was an incident at the train station.

[Wilkins] Incident?

It was a goddamn mess.

Check the tapes.

Hey!

[Officer Dell] Hey, I'm talking to you!

- Hey.

I'm talking to you.

Excuse me, sir. Can I see that?

[radio squelch]

Dispatch, L639 at the Valley Station crime scene.

I need authorization on a

Thomas Osborne.

Credentials are

Central Intelligence Agency.

- I've never seen Central Intelligence Agency

credentials before

except on

TV.

- [Dispatch] Copy L639. Standby.

- [Dispatch] L639, credentials confirmed.

- He's good to go.

Sorry, sir. Just doing my job.

You're the only one.

Excuse me, sir?

Of seventeen officers on the scene,

three who asked to see my credentials,

you're the only one who called them in.

Well, those guys probably know

what those credentials look like.

Lotta sharp guys in this district.

By the book AND loyal.

Wow.

What do you make of this, Officer....

Dell?

Bunch of dead people.

Heh, yeah...

NO.

Tell me what you really think.

Whoever did this had skills.

Seen the security footage?

Seen the marksmanship.

Hearts and heads. These are kill shots.

Goddamn precise.

Never seen anything like it. And I've seen a few things.

Whatever these guys came to do,

they weren't up to the task.

You think they were all working together?

I do.

Different ages.

Different dress.

Different backgrounds.

Same guns.

What kind of guns?

Foreign.

Never seen 'em before.

Thank you, Officer Dell.

If you ever want to make a career change,

you give me a call.

Loyalty has to be for the right cause.

Otherwise, it's called complicity.

[car engine humming]

- [Driver] You sure you don't want me to take you

- some place more scenic?

No.

This is quite fine.

- [Dmitri] Is very lovely city.

- What is this area called?

Um... Skid Row.

Lovely.

Well, I'm gonna have to stop for gas soon.

[ringing phone]

[electronic beeping]

[phone ringing]

Somebody you don't wanna talk to?

[ringing stops]

- Stop the car in five minutes.

Don't you care where you're going?

I know where I'm going.

Stop the car in five minutes.

What the hell do you want, old man?

[suspenseful string music]

- Okay...

We lose them here.

Where?

Sacramento.

Where in Sacramento?

I don't know.

They drove into a dead zone.

Whoever that is, they really know what they're doing.

Dead zone.

What is "dead zone?"

It's like... [snapping]

[Russian language]

No cameras.

There must be cameras.

I'm thinking you are not as good as they said you were.

Is very bad if the Americans can see what we can't.

I'm hacked into their system right now.

What we see IS what they see.

Actually...

[percussive electronic music]

the only thing that they can see.

But we can see more.

So the driver

reported the drop-off roughly in the center at 10:24 PM.

Center.

She is very smart.

The radius of cameras around the dead zone

is roughly one mile.

Adjusting to walking time.

Not walking.

Running.

What is record for fastest mile?

By a human?

Three minutes forty-three seconds.

Start there.

Okay.

This will greatly increase the time necessary to find them.

Sir.

If I may suggest -

- There.

- [Ken] Wake up.

[birds chirping]

- You need to eat.

You're gonna eat this if I have to shove it down your throat.

You're not with the Russians.

[Russian language]

I don't know.

'Cause the Russians would have me on a plane

back to Russia by now,

With the full cooperation of the U.S. Government,

half of which are Russian spies.

Exactly.

You're part of the Shadow Group.

Finish.

We've got a long way to go.

- [Stacey] What were you?

Military?

CIA? NSA?

How did they get to you? What line of bullshit

did they use to convince you?

What convinced you?

I was done, Ken.

I was out. I was in love.

[branch snapping]

[suspenseful string music]

I'm not gonna ask if any of it was real.

I thought you loved me, Ken.

Sleep.

[spooky electronic music]

- [Ken whispering] What's the password? What's the password?

- What's the password?

- [Ken distorted] Libra. That explains a lot.

- What's the password? What's the pass - What's the password?

- password What's the password? Wh-what's the password?

- word What's the - What's the password? What's the password?

- [Ken distorted] I can't wait to spend the rest

- of my life with you.

[echoing laughter]

- [Man's voice] Because I started smiling.

[laughter]

We're almost there.

You said that an hour ago.

Make a sound I swear I'll put a bullet in each of their heads.

Do you understand?

[shuck!] [Ken] AH!

[electronic chase music]

It's a mile radius from where they were dropped off.

There's 126 cameras that we'll need to check.

Unless they're still there.

They're not.

Let's find 'em, goddammit.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

How's your leg?

[gunshot]

You have to do better than that.

[helicopter approaching]

- [Stacey] You gotta be kidding me.

- A secret mountain hideaway?

- [Ken] A bomb shelter.

- [Stacey] We already have plenty of those.

- [Ken] Not one the Russians don't know about.

- [Ken] Not much use to being underground

- if you can't come up for a thousand years.

We need the passcode, Stacey.

Let's leave.

Right now. Me and you.

Throw that damn thing in the ocean

and live on a beach until we die.

My life has more purpose than that.

- It has to.

No it doesn't.

There is no cause, Ken.

There is peace and there is war and that's it.

Aren't those worth dying for?

Stacey?

Only one of them.

Let's go.

[percussive caper music]

If I knew what you were looking for

maybe I could help you find it.

Is that it?

"It?"

Agent Wilkins?

An eye for an eye, Thomas.

Tooth for a tooth, Dmitri.

[gunshot]

[suspenseful electronic music]

When I said she was a keeper,

didn't mean it literally.

She installed a destructive passcode on the file,

then mailed it to a long hold dead drop.

[low rumbling]

Well, this is a surprise.

To say the least.

This wasn't your mission.

There was a complication.

- [Jessica] Yes, I heard.

Three hours.

Clever, Stacey.

Wet check.

Just the shoulder.

Through and through.

[thump!]

And the nose.

- [Jessica] Before I kill you,

I'm gonna try to...

- talk some sense into you.

- Field agent to field agent.

Woman to woman.

My involuntary retirement from the field was

- a promotion. I didn't like it, but what was I going to do?

- I took it.

- I would finally get to see behind the curtain.

- I would finally get to find out the reason for things.

What I saw

sickened me.

Adolescent.

Petty.

Criminally ignorant and

pathologically apathetic.

So I decided

to blow the whole... thing... up.

It's the best thing for everyone, really.

- [Stacey] Except for the millions of innocent people

that you'll kill.

Stacey, please.

Listen to me with an open mind.

We are not at odds.

Your loyalties are misplaced.

War is inevitable.

And it's a war we're going to lose

unless we know exactly when it's coming.

So, it's a war by definition we must set in motion.

But a nuclear war isn't winnable.

Everyone knows that.

Last chance, Stacey.

[electric viola theme]

Okay.

- [Jessica] Okay?

Why the change of heart?

The list isn't my mission.

Exactly, dear.

- My thoughts exactly.

The passcode is...

- ALICE.

[dramatic music]

- [Jessica] I don't understand, Stacey.

Did you just come all the way here

just to die?!

The list wasn't my mission.

I came all this way to kill you.

Ahhhh!

Ahhhhhhh!

[gunshots]

[machine pistol fire]

- [Clive] Finish her!

- Finish her!!

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

What are you doing, Agent Anderson?

She's getting away.

[somber music]

There's so much you don't know.

- I don't agree with you, Stace. But I love you.

So it doesn't matter.

Don't talk.

[gasping]

I just gotta know one thing.

The passcode.

You played me, didn't you.

You didn't pick "ALICE."

I did.

The file's a fake, so the passcode has to be a fake.

Anything will open it.

- You made me think that we were in love.

[smack!]

The hell was that for?

Stay awake.

And for punching me. And for like five other things.

- [Stacey] Here. You can test your theories.

Bring it here.

Come get it.

Stacey!

I'm dying here!

Stop whining!

[propeller powering up]

[suspenseful music]

[gasping]

This one's a keeper.

- Yeah.

- Keeps trying to kill me.

I'll be damned.

[orchestral music swells]

[crack!]

[explosion]

[click of a light switch]

[distant highway traffic]

This was a tough one.

Not very.

[slow electronic groove music]

- [Stacey] The list?

[Osborne] Safe.

To be used again, if we need it.

[glasses clink]

And Dmitri?

He had to do a bit of housecleaning.

[jangling keys]

[key opening mailbox]

[gunshot]

What's next?

China.

Two weeks.

I'm ready now.

Three weeks.

Stacey.

We have contingencies.

There's a life you could still live.

I'm living it. Sir.

[distant knocking]

Come in!

- [Osborne] Hello, Officer Dell.

Thank you for answering the call.

Please have a seat. I'll be with you in a minute.

Three and a half weeks.

No more.

No less.

Yes, sir.

Thank you for coming, Officer Dell.

I'd like to tell you about the world as it really is.

And what you can do to save it.

I'm all ears, sir.

You should know...

It requires great risk

and greater sacrifice.

[birds chirping]

[string music]

[quiet knocking]

Hi, Dad.

[pastoral string music]

You okay?

[Dad] Everything alright?

Yeah.

That was a long one.

Yeah. Sorry.

We have a visitor!

Hi, Mom.

[Mom] Sweetheart.

[nearby footstep]

[shotgun racking]

Dad! It's okay! It's alright. He's with me.

He's with you?

Ohh.

Sorry about that.

Come on, son. I'm not gonna shoot ya...

now.

John, pleased to meet ya.

Nice to meet you.

[Mom] Thank you.

[Mom] I'm Alice.

Nice to meet you. David.

- Good to meet you, David.

Come inside. We're about to cook some dinner.

- [Mom] Maribeth, why don't you show David around the place

while we go set things up.

David.

Maribeth.

You don't like it.

I like it a lot.

[percussive spy music]