Get out.
No, he stays.
I lived up to my end of the arrangement.
Peter.
Good to see you, Richie.
The deeper that I get into this job, the more I learn, the more I fear.
I could use a friend around me.
- White House shit. - What I'm talking about isn't that.
- Who are you? - The name's Adam.
- What are you doing here? - The president sent me.
I'm your new partner.
You'll do solo time for two hours.
Stay away from the river's edge.
- Are you doing solo time too? - Yeah.
Give me your phone.
Go.
The crypto wallet that the LFS was using?
There's been several new deposits that have been made this week.
They're planning something else.
If the timeline of the deposit matches the first attack,
then we got less than a week before whatever it is happens.
I see Jacob Monroe's name.
This investigation into him, is it really that bad?
He's been a major donor for years.
The investigation into him
and the one into the terrorist attack are one and the same.
Chelsea, what's up?
I think there's something weird going on with the president and First Lady.
I shouldn't be saying anything about this.
I think maybe you're the only person I can really talk to.
If I find this guy, I find Jay. But right now, I have nothing.
I have a source. He's helped me ID things in the past. I can head there now.
- Want me to go with you? - No, that would spook him.
He knows me. He trusts me. I need to speak with him alone.
She looks nervous.
Do you think she might be on The Broker's payroll?
I'm starting to think everybody is.
She said he was a source. But he'd be smart to own a journalist, so…
There he is. Got a visual.
- You told her he was dangerous, right? - Yeah, and she went right to him.
They're leaving.
- She's going willingly. - Wait, are they hooking up?
Oh, damn it. I could have sworn I was her type.
Looks like you are her type.
- Are you calling me old? - Yeah.
You got facial recognition on you?
Yeah, send me the photo.
- Where are we with ears? - Kyemera's 47% and rising.
Half the FBI is looking for this guy. Do we call Mosley?
Not yet. Let's see where he's taking her, then I'll call it in.
You're sure putting a lot of distance between us.
That's some real restraint.
Not every tail can be a joyride through Istanbul.
Well, try Havana during a parade.
D.C. Interstate, against traffic.
That just sounds irresponsible.
Oh, we got an ID.
- Yeah, that's him. - His name's Jacob Monroe.
- Criminal history? - None.
- Notable affiliations? - None.
The report says he runs his own private consulting firm.
Handles everything from compliance assessment to negotiation support.
Negotiation support?
- What the hell is that? - He's wealthy, he's connected.
At first glance, this all looks legit.
But wait, wait, wait.
- R.M.G. Management. - What? What about it?
Listed as a previous employer. It's just a hunch, but, uh…
My lovely lady, Linda over at Langley, try and say that three times fast,
she owes me her firstborn.
Let's see if she can run a trace, keep it off the books.
- You think Monroe's CIA? - Yeah, or CIA adjacent.
R.M.G. Management.
Sounds a hell of a lot like the type of front they use for asset payroll.
Linda.
To us.
I just brushed my teeth.
Nah, I wanna cheers to our success, to our future.
Hmm.
And I wanna compare our usual two-buck Chuck
to the president's favorite Bordeaux
before I forget what good taste tastes like.
- Hey, your good taste led you to me. - Yeah.
Hmm.
I honestly can't tell the difference.
No, I think I get it.
Says the man who ordered beer that tastes like beer on our first date.
That was before we were invited to dinner in the White House with the president.
Babe, we're fancy now.
- Why aren't you psyched about this? - I am.
It's very cool. It's, uh…
It's just you didn't notice anything weird with FLOTUS tonight, did you?
Well, she didn't laugh at my estate-tax joke,
and that usually kills.
You mean something else?
Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned you looking into the intruder thing.
No, anything off between me and her?
Come on, she threw a whole thank-you dinner. She clearly loves you.
POTUS didn't seem off?
During dessert, I thought he was quiet.
Well, my job would be a whole lot easier if that man knew how to be quiet.
Lay it out for me. What's going on?
Always on my side, yeah?
Always.
I found Brian Mott's phone.
- I thought you said FLOTUS had it. - I recovered it during dinner.
- From where? - Her desk in their bedroom study.
So by "recovered," you mean "stole"?
Recovered for the investigation.
The Service's investigation or your off-the-books one?
She lied, Theo.
She lied about Mott having a gun.
There was no gun.
She lied about not knowing him. She's been meeting with him for months.
- That's not what she said at dinner. - I know. She lied.
She's the wife of a politician. I know she can lie.
- But I am also worried about you. - No. Don't make this about me.
You stole from the private residence of the president and the First Lady.
- Recovered. - That is a big deal, Chelsea.
That is a career-ender and arrest-size deal.
Please, put it back where you found it.
- Nobody needs to know. - The Secret Service needs to know.
And they can get an anonymous tip to its location after you put it back.
Babe, if you need time to heal,
just ask for it.
Nobody's gonna blame you.
But you gotta put some distance between yourself and the shooting.
It… it's not about that.
Then what is it about?
We're here toasting to our future,
and you're putting all of it in jeopardy if anyone found out.
Hey, I don't want you to worry about me.
Okay?
Great.
So you're gonna put it back where you found it
first thing tomorrow.
Okay.
- Uh, yep. Everything okay? - Please tell me you have something.
- Yeah, the shell company checked out. - Corepoint Dynamics?
- You found Mott's employer? - Yeah.
You have an ID?
- Yeah. - But you can't talk right now.
- Not really, no. - Just listen, then.
I found Brian Mott's phone in the residence.
I saw the First Lady hide it after Mott's attack.
- Download's wrapping up. - I think she's part of this.
Hiding something. And I know that sounds absurd, but I...
No, it doesn't.
I think you're onto something, but I gotta go.
Thank you.
I'm gonna send you my address in New York just in case.
But keep me in the loop.
- Stay safe. - Yeah, you too.
Bye.
Anything important?
No, no, it's unrelated.
Just an old friend needed a gut check.
Looks like we're here.
So how's this Kyemera thing work anyway?
Just gotta tell the program to call Isabel's phone,
then the malware downloads in the background.
Calling her now.
You need to get that?
It's just scammers.
- She ignore the call? - Kyemera's connecting anyway.
- She doesn't have to do anything? - She just did.
This tech's as invasive as it gets.
Is that, uh… is that a problem?
No. Go for it.
Did you redecorate since I've last been here,
or has it always been this grand?
I had a little bit of time to play around with it.
I've come to prefer my nights spent at home than on the town.
I imagine this is a good place to recover.
Well, chemo hasn't been a problem for me.
Not even cancer slows you down.
Knew it wasn't a stomach bug.
I have too much to accomplish.
Now, you know my door is always open to you,
and, in fact, the food alone is worth the drive.
I lured Chef Maggie away from La Capirucha,
and I asked her to make flan for dessert.
Thanks, but I can only manage dinner tonight. I have a deadline.
- You're seldom without a deadline. - I have too much I want to accomplish.
I'm willing to bet that you already have a draft
that you're gonna research and perfect till the very last minute.
Research is what actually brings me here tonight.
I need your expertise. On background, of course.
Well, I was hoping it was a social visit, but let's make a deal.
I'll answer anything you want if you stay for dessert.
I guess I'll have the flan, then.
Okay. One second.
Maggie?
- I don't think she likes him. - No, but he likes her.
This is ridiculous. We need a visual.
- Does that Kyemera work through comms? - Yeah.
Thirty seconds! That's my best yet!
No, you have consistently underestimated and misrepresented this job.
You have assigned me a new client every day,
and now I've got experienced competitors trying to intervene.
Injuries are avoidable if I know what I'm up against,
and clearly you do not.
- Hey, can I go… - Give me a minute.
- What? - Can I go get my goggles?
Yeah.
Hey.
- Uh, grab a towel so you don't drip. - Okay.
You listen to me.
You hire me for my expertise,
so why don't you ask me what I need to finish this job?
Go ahead, ask me.
Hey, walk, please.
- Goggles? - Couldn't find 'em.
- This one's new. - Good eye.
I'd remember the first edition of The Great Gatsby.
It's beautiful. It should be on display somewhere.
Well, that case is museum-quality.
I meant it should be on display for others so everyone can enjoy it.
Uh, well, it was a recent acquisition from a rundown bookstore
that didn't know what they had. Ofelia.
- The one I told you about where... - I've never been.
Well… I'll take you whenever you're free.
I do have business I need to get to.
Yes, I know. I just enjoy speaking with you.
Looks like we can get a visual if we hop that wall,
get access to the property.
Oh, my lady, Linda, came through.
Monroe was an asset for an op in the '90s.
Why'd that not show up in the FBI report?
Well, the CIA's just better at keeping secrets.
So Monroe's an asset. That would make total sense.
He would have the knowledge, he would have the network.
Now, you're scaling that wall. I promised my knees no more drops.
Yeah, whatever you say, old man.
Fine. Ask all your questions.
Let's get them out of the way before food.
Fire away.
Camera blind.
You bank at Walcott Capital, yes?
I used to. Why?
A little over a week ago,
I received a stack of SARs from Walcott Capital.
They indicate major clients of the bank conducted multiple suspicious transfers.
Well, by filing the reports, the bank did all they're legally obligated to do.
Yes, I understand that's how SARs work.
Point is, the compliance officer who filed the SARs
was fired shortly afterwards.
And the supervisor at FinCEN tried to bury the reports completely.
Both men are now dead.
- You good? - Yeah.
- How do you fit into this? - I had a whistleblower.
He helped us connect the LFS attack to Flight Pima 12
to most U.S. companies in the SARs.
They don't sound like accomplices.
Well, Monroe could be legit as far as she knows.
Americans funded the Flight Pima 12 attack?
Well, that's a massive story for you, assuming there's proof.
Oh, I have proof.
Of that and a lot more.
Well, what can I help you with?
You can tell me where Jay Batra is.
My whistleblower? You kidnapped him.
- Kidnapped? Who told you that? - Are you suggesting I reveal my source?
Only so I can contextualize their claims.
There are many who have the wrong assumptions about my work.
Context is, is that I think you're lying to me.
- What happened to Jay? - I employed Mr. Batra.
So now you remember him.
Mr. Batra found evidence that my former bank was dirty.
So I withdrew my accounts and gave him a job.
He's a recent hire,
so forgive me for not recognizing his name immediately.
Where is he right now?
It's after hours. How should I know where my employees are?
- I mean, you believe that I'm cap... - I don't know what to believe.
I've been trying to figure you out since you showed up at my tía's door,
throwing your money around like you could buy back all the missing years.
Where was Monroe's op for the CIA?
Mexico City.
Holy shit.
- She's his daughter. - You can lie to me all you want.
But money, money tells the truth.
You've been investigating me?
My school payments, my mortgage, my monthly allowance,
all paid for by an anonymous trust
clearly designed to hide you from your money.
Common practice in my field for asset protection.
Yeah. That's what I told myself, that you were paranoid.
A capitalist with a healthy distrust of the IRS.
But it made me wonder, so…
…as a beneficiary of the trust, I obtained tax records,
where I found several other assets you were trying to protect.
One of them, Corepoint Dynamics, showed up on Jay's report,
alongside other companies he claimed funded terrorism.
- Are you involved? - In what?
Jay's abduction.
The LFS attack on Pima 12.
Sounds like Isabel's got some serious Daddy issues.
Lost the visual. I gotta reposition.
Because a source I trust told me, without a doubt...
Would you stop? Would you stop running?
And tell me who my father really is, please?
Is the truth that damning…?
I'm not afraid of the truth.
I'm not afraid of the cancer.
I'm gonna beat it, I have no doubt.
I obviously want you to get better.
The only thing I'm afraid of is…
not having the chance to make things right between us.
Then you could start right now by being honest with me.
All right.
What did your source say?
He told me my father is involved in illicit trade.
Bribery, terrorism.
Mike's murder.
Mike? Your m... Your mentor?
- What… what happened? - Where is Jay?
- Is he dead? - No. Jay is very much alive.
I… I'm telling you the truth.
I had nothing to do with the LFS or the Pima 12 attack.
- I'm not the monster you think I am. - What about Mike's death?
- Uh, this is the first I've heard of it. - Or Senator Lansing?
He was shot two feet from me a few days after speaking with Mike.
Someone is trying to kill the story. And now they're trying to kill me.
Have you been targeted?
- Are they following you? - Yes.
Why didn't you tell me?
- I could've helped... - Because I don't trust you!
I don't know what's a negotiating point or what's not,
not even with your cancer diagnosis.
And now you want me to play like I'm a… a good daughter.
Like you never abandoned my mother and me.
I want my father in my life…
but you need to earn it.
Then let me start by protecting you against whoever's coming after you.
I can handle it myself.
Isabel, the work I do requires me to swim in murky waters.
I don't deny it.
But that doesn't make me a shark.
I would never ever do anything to hurt you.
Quite the opposite.
Man, he's laying it on thick.
Yeah, he wants it to be true. He needs her to believe it's true.
Whoever it is that sent someone after you must know you're about to publish.
There's a very short list of people who are threatened by your story,
and I can stop them now.
- But I just need for you to... - Another one of your deals?
No. I just need you to stay here until I can ensure your safety.
It won't take long.
And when I come back…
I'll tell you everything.
Monroe's on the move.
- Hey, you good? - Yeah, why?
Isabel's his daughter. She didn't disclose. We still trust her?
I don't think she made the connection I was after him until tonight.
See what her next move is.
That'll tell you everything you need to know.
I need your help. Get me back up on that roof.
I'll keep eyes on Isabel.
You cover Monroe, figure out where he's going, who he's talking to.
- I won't let him out of my sight. - I'm gonna call Mosley.
Update him, see how he wants us to play it from here.
Oh, he's going to be pleased. So is POTUS.
You did good. You, uh… you found The Broker.
Yeah.
Thank you for this. But my father and I won't be having dinner after all.
It's fine. He's often unpredictable. Order's up for the guest house.
- You wanna take the flan to go? - No.
- The bathroom is over there, yeah? - Yes, ma'am.
Dinner's ready in five. Let the others know.
All right. Save a plate for me, please, Mags.
Neil always grabs seconds while I'm stuck at the monitors.
- Neil always helps me wash up. - Sure, but I hate pruny fingers.
- Yeah, hello? - Where are you right now?
- I'm in Manhattan. Why? - I'm sending you my location pin.
It's a little outside of the city.
Text me when you get to the gate, and don't let anyone know you're here.
What exactly am I walking into?
I found Jay. We can get him out of here, but I need your help.
- Can you come? - Yeah, on my way.
You pull up along the castle's stone walls.
I hide in the shadows.
Multiple voices drift from the guard house just beyond the gate.
Can I listen for distinct voices? Hear how many of them there are?
Roll it.
Thirteen, plus my modifier.
- Nineteen. - Nice.
As the soldiers talk, you hear three distinct voices.
So there's at least three guards.
There might be more, just not speaking.
- You're getting good at this. - Can I hear what they're saying?
With that 19, you hear,
"You sorry lot
will be guarding the king's carriage tomorrow at dawn."
"I hope I don't have to remind you how vital this transport is."
"Nothing goes wrong on our watch."
"But I don't have a watch."
What do you wanna do?
Okay. So I think I'm going to sneak into the carriage tonight.
The king leaves with the gold tomorrow…
Dad?
I'm sorry, bud. I think we're gonna have to end our session for the evening.
- Because you have to go to work? - I do. There's a client emergency.
Can you pack all this up and get yourself to bed?
And, hey, I promise we're so close to homecoming sundaes at Wanda's.
What flavor are you gonna get?
I'm not a baby.
Am I treating you like one?
You're distracting me, lying to me.
Okay, okay.
Tell me my lie.
That's not your work bag!
You lied to me about what you do.
What do you think I do?
You're a spy.
You hunt bad guys, and I know it.
Please don't lie again.
How did you find out?
You gave me the wrong key card.
Your goggles.
- And you went inside? - There were disguises.
And you have special tools and weapons?
And I know you got hurt by somebody bad.
I knew you were too smart to fall for the tree branch story.
Why did you lie to me?
To keep you safe.
Because you're right.
I am a spy.
And I have a secret identity to protect us.
- From the bad guys? - Yes.
Who I swear will never find us.
That's why I have to go and do my job.
To stop the bad guys one last time.
Can I have a secret identity?
When I get back,
we'll come up with one just for you.
A one-on-one visit? At my place?
Who's the special girl now?
Hmm.
Interesting new look.
I appreciate you meeting me so late.
Uh, well, service above all.
Well, which is why I'm here.
Seems I am once again in need of your services.
Sounds like a Scotch conversation.
Yeah. Shame. I still don't drink.
But my terms are simple.
A client of your bank is targeting a journalist named Isabel De Leon,
and I want you to end it.
You guarantee her safety,
I restore my accounts, all of them.
Isabel must be very important to warrant such an offer.
So you're screwing her, right?
Uh, you're right.
My clients' personal affairs are none of my business.
- Do we have a deal or not? - I'm afraid I must reject your offer.
- So it is your man going after her. - For a journalist?
Why bother? No one believes the news anymore.
And yet you've already silenced Mike Fonseca at The Financial Register
and those he spoke with.
Your compliance officer, Senator Lansing.
These are outrageous accusations.
This story will expose your fuck-up.
And your clients will lose more than their money.
And you?
- You'll lose... - Nothing.
Because she cannot publish what she can't verify.
Then I'll make sure that Jay Batra speaks to another journalist,
but this time with evidence that a second attack is coming.
And that you know enough to set your bank up to profit.
I'll send his findings to my contacts at the FBI,
and I'll highlight your name in the report.
You said Mr. Batra was floating in the Atlantic.
I guess his tide came in.
Well, unfortunately, Jacob,
"service above all" only applies to those who bank with us,
which you no longer do at your request.
And if I don't serve you, and you threaten me,
or my clients, or my bank...
I'll give you Jay.
His life for Isabel's.
And she won't publish.
That should have been your opening offer, Jacob.
But it's insufficient now.
You'll regret this, Freya.
To your health.
Have we come to terms?
I will admit that the job is a little more complicated than we anticipated.
- We'll agree to the new fees. - Retroactively?
Oh, for fuck's sake, just get it done.
- Bonus if you get it done tonight. - Journalist still the main priority?
Journalist, whistleblower,
agent, your shooter…
and Jacob Monroe.
In whatever order you want.
Anyone else who gets in the way is collateral now.
- I don't do collateral. - Make an exception.
Make him afraid. I'll cover your dry cleaning.
- I'll get him. - No, I got him.
- It's fine. - It's my turn.
- I can't sleep anyway. - Please. Stay in bed, all right?
You're with Chase all day. Let me be Dad, all right?
It's been every night this week.
He's a little tense is all.
Chase might not know someone got past the castle walls,
but he senses something's off.
I think it's time we all moved on. Just put it behind us.
Oh, like you've done?
You wanna tell me why you're not sleeping, or can I guess?
Hey.
It's all good, all right?
It's hard to move on when the investigation's ongoing.
And you've been so concerned for Chelsea, you've ignored yourself in all this.
It's okay to be scared.
She seemed okay tonight.
I'm not so sure.
I caught her in the study staring at the floor.
- When? - During dinner.
But we… we talked it out, and I, uh, think I gave her some comfort.
Sounds like Little Man could do with some of that premium comfort.
Yeah, I got him. Try to get some sleep, okay?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Give him a kiss for me.
I'm coming, buddy.
Hey, buddy. You're okay. Daddy's here.
You're all right.
I found Jay. He's in a guest house downstairs.
There are cameras everywhere. I was able to shut this one off.
You'll have to hug the walls to go downstairs.
Where are we?
- We're at my source's house. - Who's your source?
His name is Jacob Monroe. I think he's the broker you're after.
He said he had nothing to do with Flight Pima 12 and that he employed Jay.
He didn't kidnap him.
- But you found Jay here? - Yes. I found him locked up.
- So, what else is he lying about? - Where's Monroe now?
Probably on his way back. We have to hurry up and get Jay out.
He'll know that you helped me.
Good.
- Do you have a car? - No. Don't you?
- No. - How did you get here?
- I… I Ubered. - What? What about Adam?
- He's unavailable right now. - Well, he keeps a Bentley in the garage.
- I know how to get the key. - Okay.
Ben, come to the library. The boss's daughter just snapped.
On it.
Camera six is down. Rebooting now.
- Give it a look for me, Jeff. - Copy. On my way.
Told you they had issues.
Code Echo-2. Armed intruder at the main entry.
Ben, meet me in the library. Neil, protect the guest.
Copy.
- Jay. Hey, buddy. We gotta go. - Peter?
- Let's go. We gotta move now. - Wait, you know about the attack?
The Pima 12 attack? You were right. The LFS was fund...
No, no, no. The next one.
- What are you talking about? - It's happening again. Look.
Please don't. I have a daughter.
I have a daughter. I have a daughter. Please, please.
Stay close, stay quiet. We're going to the garage, okay?
Let's go.
Jay, stay down.
- You good? You okay? - Yeah.
Put pressure on it. Come on. We're almost there. You gotta stand up.
Come on.
Let's go. Stay low.
Peter? Jay?
Keep pressure on it.
- I'm gonna go find Isabel. - I smell smoke.
Yeah, me too.
Stay put.
Isabel!
Isabel, it's Peter!
The window!
Come on.
You good? Come on.
Come on. Go in the garage.
Go.
Jay!
Keys.
Jay. Jay, are you okay?
What now?
I think you should call your dad.