Mrs. Hagan?
He's got a gun!
Chelsea Arrington! Brian was my brother.
He loved his job. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
I found Brian Mott's phone. She lied about Mott having a gun.
She lied about not knowing him. She's been meeting with him for months.
David Hutson, co-founder of Heroes In Healing,
charity for injured veterans.
He's the one funding Raúl Zapata.
Raúl Zapata and the LFS are a small terrorist organization.
Now they're back on the scene.
The crypto wallet the LFS was using,
there's been several new deposits that have been made this week.
They're planning something else.
- What now? - I think you should call your dad.
I'll give you Jay. His life for Isabel's.
And she won't publish.
It's insufficient now.
- Get it done tonight. - Journalist still the main priority?
Journalist, whistleblower, agent, and Jacob Monroe.
You lied to me about what you do.
You're a spy. You hunt bad guys, and I know it.
I am a spy.
I have access to all the intel you need to bring down Zapata,
the whole LFS,
and to stop their next attack.
I want every dirty spook, agent, and politician that you own.
And once I've ripped up your whole operation,
you still go away for life.
So it's a cipher.
How's it work?
If I told you, you wouldn't be motivated to protect me, would you?
- You got him? - Got him.
Where's Peter?
I don't care. It's too risky. There's an investigation.
I can't go back to them empty-handed.
There is no "them." There is one man.
One man who the FBI suspects of financing terrorism.
So no, tell him the kitchen's closed.
Please. I just need the photos.
I said no. It's gone far enough.
It's my kid's cancer treatment, okay? They're nearly bankrupting us.
If I don't follow through, they're gonna stop paying for them.
I'm sorry. I really am.
If it's just about money, I can help.
Forget it. I'll just do it on my own.
No. Bri... Brian. No, stop.
Hey, li... No, we have options.
Brian. Listen to me.
- I said stop! - No, you have options.
You're untouchable. But me?
If I don't deliver, my life, my kid's life...
Okay, we can protect you.
Who's "we"? Your husband doesn't know how deep you are in this.
- But he will if you don't... - If I don't what?
Sorry. I'm not gonna be the only one caught up in this.
Get out. Just get out.
- Just move, please. - Brian…
I'm not gonna ask you again.
Brian, just leave.
Mrs. Hagan? Everything all right?
Help, please!
What are you doing? What are you...
No, stop! Get out of here!
Somebody help!
He's got a gun!
Jenny?
Is this really necessary?
You know, probably not.
I gotta check in with the deputy director,
see if there's any update on Peter's whereabouts.
Make sure he doesn't try anything.
I'll make sure.
Good. Can we talk?
There's only one thing I wanna hear from you right now.
Peter left to save you.
You came back. He didn't. What happened?
- He bought me time to escape. - Bullshit.
He wanted you in prison.
- Where is he? What did you do? - Nothing.
- I don't know where he is. - And I'm supposed to believe you?
After you lied to my face all night?
Did you know we were gonna get attacked in the middle of our conversation?
Of course not.
My only priority was to keep you safe.
Peter understood the importance of that.
He was helping me.
I have leverage against Walcott Capital
that could make them call off their killer.
That's what I was doing.
That's who's behind all of this.
- The bank? - Specifically Freya Myers.
On paper, she's some overpaid C-suite nobody.
But really, her job is to oversee the accounts
of a certain type of very private, high-net-worth clientele.
You mean criminals like you.
Criminals worse than me.
People who overpay her institution
to keep the details of their business dealings under lock and key.
So you're saying she killed Mike and the senator.
Yes.
Jay's boss who attacked him, Benjamin Wallace?
He was on her payroll.
She represents Raúl Zapata's domestic banking network.
Her job was to keep that hidden.
The secret got out because of mistakes she made,
and now she's trying to cover her tracks.
Now, don't you understand?
It's her neck on the line when you publish.
That's why she wants you dead
and anyone else that can prove what she's doing.
This morning, I went to retrieve a very important book,
a very rare misprint of Grimm's Fairy Tales.
You've seen it before.
This copy, and this copy alone,
is the key to accessing a cloud database
with a cache of documents that could be used to stop Freya.
How?
By exposing her complicity in my operation.
And through Peter, I was gonna turn it all over to the FBI.
But the only way it would work is if I got out of there alive.
And Peter understood the value in that.
So he did everything he could to help me.
I was turning myself in.
But without the book, everything was for nothing.
Everything was for you.
- All I ever wanted was a father. - Isabel...
- But you've made that impossible. - Isabel, I'm sick.
Bad people get sick too. It doesn't change who they are.
Any luck?
No sign of Peter.
FBI has units looking. NYPD is assisting.
So far, nothing.
So, what do we do now?
The deputy director wants me focused on figuring out
whatever we can about the next LFS attack.
But Jay is still in surgery. Without his lead, we have nothing.
Get me in front of David Hutson. I'll get the details out of him.
That's his name, right? The LFS financier you arrested yesterday?
Let me talk to him.
The FBI won't go for it.
Well, then go around the FBI.
Isn't that what Night Action does?
If Peter's alive, he's being held to protect Zapata's interests.
If there's gonna be another attack,
Hutson moved that money on Zapata's orders.
Hutson can get us Zapata.
Stop him, you stop the LFS, and you get your partner back.
Why do you even care?
Because Raúl Zapata is responsible for what happened to Isabel's mother.
He took Sofia away from me.
Don't you dare use my mother's name to justify your actions.
And what makes you so sure he'll talk?
Because I can be very persuasive when I need to be.
Listen, I'm gonna give you some cash for dinner.
You can order in. Pizza, burgers, whatever you want.
But water, not soda.
You're gonna be late again?
I thought we were gonna continue our campaign.
I'm sorry. We will this weekend.
But it is still a school night,
so I want you to go through your workbook before video games.
- Okay? - Okay.
Hey.
You all right?
You're going off on some cool spy mission, and I'm stuck here doing homework.
Being a spy isn't some fantasy game or a work of fiction.
It's a hard job, and it takes a lot of patience.
And most of the time it's really boring.
Well, maybe if you told me what the mission was, I could help.
One more night, okay?
And then we'll go sightseeing, just me and you.
Fine.
What's this?
Your secret identity.
You wanted one, right?
Well, here it is.
Orion?
Orion is your new code name. What do you think?
I love it.
So cool.
- Thanks, Dad. - You earned it.
- Hey, Dad? - Yeah?
Can I go get my backpack out of the car before you go?
I'll be quick.
Sure thing.
Hello?
We have Jacob Monroe.
What do you mean "have him"?
I mean I have him handcuffed to a radiator in Peter Sutherland's apartment.
He's in my custody,
and he's cooperative so far.
What's he saying?
He wants to sit down with David Hutson.
Says he's got nothing to do with the LFS,
but he has information that can help us stop their next attack.
And you believe him?
I'm not sure yet.
Let me make sure I understand this correctly.
On Peter Sutherland's word alone,
we're to believe that this Jacob Monroe character
is his elusive menace,
who's killed federal officers, compromised our intelligence agencies,
single-handedly leaked sensitive documents from the UN,
and may have financed the Pima 12 attack
for reasons unknown.
Now, Deputy Director Mosley tells me that Sutherland's MIA,
possibly dead, and you're saying Monroe's telling a different story?
Only about Pima 12.
He claims he's not backing the LFS,
but he admitted everything else Peter said about him is true.
He's willing to come in,
turn over evidence of all of it.
All of what?
Everything he's got his hands in.
Just like that? What's the catch?
That's unclear.
But he says he can use Hutson to stop the LFS
and maybe even get a location on Raúl Zapata himself.
He just needs a meet.
All right. I'll make it happen.
But the second that he's exhausted his usefulness,
I want him delivered here to FBI custody in D.C.
And bring him here yourself, Adam. I don't trust anyone else.
Consider it done.
Jacob Monroe's gonna turn himself in.
I was right to keep our distance.
Sounds like he's got all kinds of skeletons in his closet.
- That's good thinking. - Let's just hope this is the end of it.
Oh. You're up.
What do you want?
Uh, the location of Jacob Monroe, Isabel De Leon,
and the FinCEN agent, Jay Batra.
Give me those, and we can skip a few steps.
That's what I thought.
You don't like needles, huh?
Don't worry.
The saline's just to keep you hydrated.
Oh…
They called it Blue 88 during World War II.
Used to come in these little blue tablets.
But it worked extremely well.
That's why they named it after the most effective artillery gun during the war.
The Flak 88.
What are you talking about?
Sodium amytal.
They used it to get soldiers to open up about their traumatic memories
from the battlefield, but the drug had flaws.
But luckily, there's a more stable barbiturate.
A common one that's used every day in general anesthesia, or…
epileptic seizures,
or even in lethal injections.
And that is sodium thiopental.
It's funny, isn't it?
How the only difference between a medicine and a poison is the dosage.
You're wasting your time.
Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not.
Either way,
a lot of maybes to explore in the next 30 or 40 minutes,
wouldn't you say?
Hey, careful.
- Those wires cut if you tug too hard. - Fuck you.
You got a strong constitution, I'll give you that.
But that is the beauty of psychoactive chemistry.
It doesn't attack your body. It attacks your mind.
And you may be tough, and you may be clever,
and that may be good outside this room,
but right here, with me, with this syringe…
everyone talks, whether they want to or not.
It's just a matter of time.
This book must be important to him.
He risked a lot to go back and get it.
I wouldn't know.
You're gonna start feeling a little hazy as the drug travels up to your brain
and slows your cell receptors.
It's not painful. It just gums up the works,
making it hard for your brain to carry out complex thought processes,
like deciding which question you wanna answer,
or… or how truthful you wanna be.
So…
your friend Isabel, the journalist,
what were you doing with her?
Who, uh…
Who's Isabel?
Fine.
Let's start somewhere a little more remedial.
What's your favorite color?
Green.
- At least it was when I was a kid. - Green.
That's my favorite color too.
Yeah. How does it make you feel, the color green?
Joyful? Sorrow?
It's… It's just a color.
No, no. Colors can reveal a lot.
Did you like to play outdoors as a child?
- Sure. - Monkey bars, right?
There was a playground next to your house. No, there was a big field.
It was a beach.
Oh yes.
Yeah, I bet those waves were cold, right?
It was warm, actually.
Oh, they were?
The Atlantic Ocean can have that effect, right?
Is that where you're from, the East Coast?
Is that where you got this?
Because the CIA and the FBI are both in Virginia,
and they have beautiful beaches, I hear.
But then again, the NSA is on the coast of Maryland, so…
Who are you?
There's a slight burning sensation under your skin.
That's who I am.
Who are you?
- It doesn't matter. - It doesn't?
No.
So you're just an expendable cog in the intelligence agency? A spare part?
I didn't say that.
Then your name is important to you.
As it should be.
There's a lot of pathos in a name,
not so much in a number.
It's Peter.
Peter.
That's a good name. Strong.
Like… Peter the Great,
the creator of the Russian Empire.
Are you Russian…
Peter the Great?
- No. - Peter Alekseyevich.
No, it's…
It's Sutherland.
- It's Peter Sutherland. - Hmm.
Well…
it's nice to meet you, Peter Sutherland.
So why don't you tell me where you're from?
Everywhere.
I, uh, moved around a lot as a kid.
Oh, that must have been tough.
No, no. I was… I was fine.
No, I mean being a military brat, going from base to base.
Uh, my dad wasn't in the military.
Oh, then… I'm confused.
How did you end up in the FBI?
I… I was recruited.
Yeah, right.
So you are from Virginia.
Fuck.
Tell me about your job, Peter.
No, I…
You find it rewarding?
Yeah, I do.
Why is that?
I get to protect the people that I care about.
Yeah, my job is, uh…
My job's all that I have.
Really?
So who do you care about?
You… you care about your journalist friend, the FinCEN agent?
They seem to be pretty important to you.
They are.
Why?
'Cause I made a promise to them.
Yeah. And hero-complex types like you, you like to keep your promises, don't you?
Come on. Why are you doing this to me?
Does this conversation frighten you, Peter?
Yeah.
Hey, it's okay. It's okay, buddy.
Hey, let's change it up.
Talk about something else.
- Yeah, please. - Okay. Okay.
Tell me what it's like to be a special agent.
I'm not a special agent.
Oh, what are you, then?
I'm a night agent.
Right.
- Director Patterson. - Arrington.
We need to talk.
I was just on my way to see you.
Everything all right?
Do you have Brian Mott's personal cell phone in your possession?
Where did you hear that?
Do you or do you not have the phone?
- Chelsea… - You don't understand.
I found it last night after hours.
You violated SOP. You destroyed evidentiary chain of custody.
I was literally on my way to bring it to you just now.
Well, that's convenient.
I wanted to see if I could get it unlocked first. I… I'm not lying.
Who told you that I had this?
The First Lady asked me for an update on the investigation.
She wanted to know if we'd found anything on the phone.
I asked her, "What phone?"
She told me the one she saw you pick up the night of the shooting
after it fell out of Mott's hand.
She'd assumed you'd turned it in.
The First Lady is lying to you.
Excuse me?
She and Mott have been having secret meetings for months.
- On that phone are photographs… - Chelsea, that is...
…of recent presidential intelligence briefings.
The First Lady hid the phone after the shooting.
- I found it in their study last night. - You broke into the president's bedroom?
No, I went in.
I knew FLOTUS was lying about her relationship with Mott.
There's surveillance footage of it. Check the cameras.
Don't you see what she's doing?
She's trying to make it look like I'm the one sabotaging this investigation
because she knows I'm onto her.
Onto what?
Whatever she's trying to cover up. I don't know.
Leaking classified documents, I guess.
Chelsea…
I want to be on your side on this, but this is bad.
- This obsession is unhealthy. - Jenny Hagan is lying...
Jenny Hagan is not the only person concerned about your behavior.
Just this morning, your fiancé said the same thing.
What did he say to you?
He's worried about all of the extra stress this shooting is putting on you.
I'm putting you on disciplinary leave
pending a further investigation into your actions.
I suggest you do not leave town.
Don't let her do this.
It's my decision, and it's done.
Password to Mott's phone.
His brother unlocked it for us
because I'm not the only one who thinks what's going on is bullshit.
Chelsea, there you are.
I wanted to see how you were doing.
You know you can talk to me, right?
If there's anything on your mind,
or anything you wanna get off your chest, I'm here.
You don't wanna hold that stuff inside.
Those stories, they'll start to drive you crazy.
Great.
Let's… let's talk.
I know there was top-secret intel on his phone.
I know you kept that phone so the Secret Service wouldn't find it.
I know you didn't expect me to come to your door that night,
but when I did, you panicked.
And now Brian Mott is dead.
But I also know the two of you were meeting for months
every time he received a payment from an unknown source.
The only thing I don't know yet is why.
But that phone is in evidence now,
unlocked, in Patterson's possession.
So whatever you're doing, I sure hope it's worth it.
It must be nice…
having someone to talk to
after everything you've gone through.
You like talking to Isabel?
- You trust her? - Yeah.
Yeah, she's stubborn, but I, uh…
I do. I trust her.
So this story she's working on,
it's not exactly common knowledge, is it?
No, but it wi...
It will be.
It will be when she publishes. Everybody's gonna know about it.
You're an interesting man, Peter.
I fear that modern sensibilities don't share our sense of moral outrage.
You and I, we're like relics from a different age
where dirty deeds were done in secret, under the cover of darkness,
with a level of shame involved.
And now they're all just like weeds in the garden growing out in the open.
For every one you uproot, ten more take their place. You know what I mean?
Yeah, maybe.
- But I have to try. - Do you?
Why put yourself through it?
Isn't there someone that you wanna spend your time with, that you care about?
There…
There was.
Yeah, but I couldn't, uh…
I couldn't make it work.
So that's what it's like to be a night agent? There's no connections?
They told me it was too dangerous.
That's awful. Why don't you quit?
I can't quit.
I can't quit. I'm…
I'm responsible.
- You're responsible? - Yeah.
Responsible for what?
For all of it.
- For everything. - Hey, it's okay.
What are you scared of?
- This. - Right. Yeah.
You don't like to share much, do ya?
No, I don't.
I feel like a raw nerve. I hate it.
It's being exposed, right?
Yeah.
That's what you're most scared of?
But exposed as what, though? Being a fraud, a fluke? A failure?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
That's what it is, right?
That's what you see when you look in the mirror.
Right?
Someone who, no matter how hard they try, they just can't cut it.
It… it must be exhausting.
It's like holding a flexed muscle for hours on end.
Yeah. Yeah, it is.
It's a tremendous burden to put on yourself, Peter.
Yeah.
Do you deserve that?
- Yes. - Wow.
- Someone really hurt you, didn't they? - No.
They broke their promise to you.
No, I…
I broke my promise…
to them.
Who let you down?
Was it a partner in the field?
A girlfriend?
A father?
- Stop. Please. - Okay.
Do you love your father, Peter?
Yeah.
- Well, tell me about him. - I can't.
My dad's dead.
Complicated man, was he?
I don't know anything. He died with, uh…
…with secrets.
He had all these lies, and I don't know…
I don't know my dad.
Just stop, please. I can't…
- I can't do this. - Okay.
It's okay. It's good.
Let's talk about your friends.
Okay.
Jacob and Isabel and Jay.
Okay.
Where are they, Peter?
Let's start with Jay.
What's going on? Why are we stopping?
Oh shit.
Hey, I didn't talk.
Hey! Tell him I didn't talk!
Uh, I didn't say a word.
I'll do my time.
He has nothing to worry about.
That's not why I'm here.
Then what do you want?
What you need to understand right now is that you're here conversing with me
instead of sitting in your cell
because this is what I wanted.
That we're not being watched and not being recorded
is because that's what I wanted.
You following?
I have a proposition for you.
I understand the position you're in could be drastically improved
if you cooperate with the FBI.
You're one of them?
Fuck off.
I also understand that the reason you won't cooperate
has to do with one Raúl Zapata.
I told you all I'm not interested in Witness Protection.
I've heard all this talk before.
You have information I need.
Information that's more valuable to me than it is to you.
Information that can change the circumstances of your life
for the better
once you share it with me.
Who are you?
You know your days are numbered.
So who am I?
I'm the blessed answer to your prayers.
I've been hunting Zapata for a long time,
before he first went underground to rebuild the LFS.
And now you're gonna put him back in my sights.
I'll take him off the board.
All you need to do is point me in the right direction.
And if your intel checks out,
I'll see to it that you're released.
I don't believe you.
Do I not strike you as a man of my word, Diego?
Watch the news.
If the full weight of the American military
doesn't rain hellfire down on Zapata in the next 24 hours,
then I suppose I'm a fraud.
But make the right decision, see what happens.
You're him…
aren't you?
The guy who gets information.
The one whose face nobody's ever seen.
Unless it's important.
Peter?
- He didn't know a thing about him. - Did you even ask?
The book in Peter's possession is more important than you could ever know.
Believe me, I asked.
Peter wasn't taken on Zapata's orders.
So that just leaves the bank.
All right.
So, what did, uh… What did Hutson know?
This better buy me a comfortable cell.
The crypto transaction Jay flagged
was payment to a shipping company, Albertelli Maritime.
LFS has used them for years to smuggle weapons internationally.
As for Zapata himself,
he's hiding in one of three potential locations.
It's all right there.
Don't let it go to waste.
Could you put me through to room 2916, please?
Thank you.
Come on, come on, come on.
Damn it.
Come on, come on.
Hello?
Hey.
It's okay, you can come out.
It's okay.
What's your name, buddy?
Mine's… mine's Peter.
What's yours?
It's okay, you can tell me.
Orion.
Orion?
That's a cool name, dude.
Hey, do you know where we are right now?
You do?
That's great. Can you, um…
Can you do something for me?
Depends on what it is.
That's a good answer. Uh…
Can you go back outside,
and just try to find somebody, tell them to call the police,
tell them that I'm in here?
Can you do that for me?
Please, it's really important.
I… I don't think my dad would want me to do that.
Your dad?
Does your dad not know you're in here?
Hey, that's... Hey, don't worry about it. Okay? I...
I won't tell him, I promise.
But you know what you could do?
You find me a blanket or a jacket or something.
I'm just getting cold in here.
Sure.
Thank you.
Yeah, that's perfect.
Appreciate it.
So where are you from?
All over. We move around a lot.
Yeah, I know what that's like, trust me.
Why are you tied up?
Are you a bad guy?
I'm not a bad guy. Why would you think that?
Those are my dad's tools.
He's a spy who arrests bad guys, so now you're in trouble.
You're right about one thing. I am in trouble, but I'm not a bad guy.
This is not what it looks like.
You're confined to a bolted-down chair. That's what it looks like.
Confined?
Not a lot of kids your age use words like that.
- I read a lot. - That's good.
There's a, uh, book on that table over there. You ever read that one?
Yeah, years ago.
- Did you like it? - It's pretty good.
What's this?
I… I can't tell you about that. It's classified.
It's just a picture of you and some long number.
It's not just any number.
Okay? That's a very important number, a specific number,
specially assigned to every spy.
Your dad actually, um…
You know what? Never mind. I…
I can't be telling you any of this.
Telling me about what?
Your dad,
he's got a number just like that one.
- He does? - Yeah.
It's lower than mine because your dad has been a spy longer than me,
but he has one.
You wanna know how I know that?
How?
Your dad and I, we're… we're partners.
He never told me he had a partner.
Yeah, he shouldn't. I mean, a good spy, he keeps his secrets.
Then why are you telling me this?
Because I'm not as good of a spy as your dad.
If he's your partner,
then why would he tie you up?
Uh, yeah, look, think of it, um, like… like a training exercise.
Uh, your dad is...
He put me in a really difficult situation to see if I could get out of it.
Problem is, I… I'm stuck, and I need your help.
You're the only way I'm gonna get out of this.
I don't think I'm supposed to help you.
Orion, buddy, if I don't get out of here soon,
I'm not gonna be able to finish my mission.
Okay?
If you don't help me,
I'm gonna fail this test.
Okay? And I really, really wanna impress your dad.
- But then my dad might get angry with me. - Why would he be angry?
'Cause I helped you.
Doesn't he tell you to be a good person, to help people?
- Yes. - Yeah, exactly.
So why not help me?
Looks like the intel might check out,
which means it's time to deliver Mr. Monroe here to D.C.
Let's go.
Any, uh, parting words,
now's the time.
Thank you.
Um…
I wrote down the web address of the database in case Peter returns.
We never got to finish our conversation earlier.
Given the circumstances, this might be our last…
Uh…
Our last chance to really talk.
Your last chance was a long time ago.
Look, I know I disa... I know I disappointed you,
and… and I know I owe you answers.
No. I'm not disappointed.
I have all the answers I need.
You broke my mother's heart.
And I refuse to care enough about you to let you do that to me.
Goodbye, Jacob.
You gonna be okay here?
- What's wrong? What is it? - This just feels like cheating.
Look, then don't worry about it.
- It's fine. - Really?
Yeah. Yeah, I...
Look, I don't want you to feel like you're cheating.
Your dad will understand if I fail the test.
He does with you, right? He's a chill guy.
You got this.
As hard as you can.
Perfect. Thank you.
- Dad? - Get behind me right now.
He's fine where he is.
I'm sorry. I know I should have stayed at the hotel, but I… I...
It's okay. You helped me with the mission, right?
Yeah... Yeah, I helped.
Mission?
The training exercise?
You were testing Peter, weren't you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I was.
And now that the mission's done, we're good, right?
That isn't up to me.
It is up to you.
There are other parties involved, other considerations to be made.
The only party that you have to consider right now is your own.
- You okay, buddy? - Why didn't you tell me you had a partner?
Always with the good questions.
It's okay. A good spy always keeps his secrets.
Right, Peter?
Yeah. That's right, buddy.
So we good?
I detest unfinished business.
It's unprofessional to just walk away.
But I could make an exception in this case
if you are willing to do the same.
Yeah.
And provided this is "goodbye" and not "see you later."
Goodbye, then, night agent.
Hey, Orion.
Thanks for the help, buddy.
Keep reading books.
Wait. Don't forget your badge.
Yeah, thank you.
Hey, listen, buddy.
- You got a good dad. - I know.
Just appreciate him while he's here.
Okay?
- Don't take it for granted. - Yeah, I won't.
Good.
Okay. I'll see you later.
Jenny, you in here?
What's wrong?
Oh, um…
It's nothing.
You sure?
Yeah. What did you need? You were looking for me.
Patterson said he had something he wanted to ask you about.
But you know what? It's not important now. Hey, honey.
You gotta talk to me. All right?
You've been acting strange all day. I know when something's bothering you.
Yeah.
There's something.
It's…
Jacob Monroe.
Can I ask you a question?
What's the most important thing in this world to you?
Brother, if I knew the answer to that, I would've stayed retired.
For me, it's my daughter.
Before that, it was revenge.
And before that, it was her mother.
I've been hunting Raúl Zapata for 30 years.
He's been an enemy of the U.S. for 20.
And yet, it wasn't the military who got him.
It wasn't the CIA.
It was me.
And my only regret is that he'll never know it.
Life is better when you're in control.
And the more I think about it,
that's all that really matters.
I wonder if you and I might be able to come to some type of arrangement.
No, see, you got me confused with someone who negotiates with terrorists.
A man of strong morals.
I understand.
Peter was similar until we determined what he valued most.
And I think today, even he would admit he came out on top of that deal.
You know, I gotta take this.
By all means, keep talking.
Yeah.
Everything all right?
Time will tell.
Well, you sound like a man that just heard bad news.
Former military, right?
Service asks a lot of you, I bet.
And rarely does it hold up its end of the bargain.
I know what it feels like to be in that position.
It's not wrong to want better for yourself.
It's not greed that motivates the impulse.
It's survival.
Don't be ashamed of it.
All right, I'll bite.
Hypothetically, if I were interested in what you had to say…
what would I hear?
Something worth your while.
Chelsea?
Babe, your phone's going straight to voicemail.
I thought we were gonna meet for dinner at Giorgio's.
What's going on?
What's going on is I can't even rely on you for 24 hours.
- What are you talking about? - What did you tell Patterson today?
Just that I thought the shooting might've put a lot of stress on you.
I've never seen you like this.
I'm worried the whole thing is driving you...
- Crazy? - No.
I don't think you're crazy. I just…
- I don't know how to help you. - I told you how to help me.
Just have my back.
But now my boss thinks I'm having a mental breakdown
because of what you said to him.
I'm so sorry. I didn't…
Where are you going?
Apparently a mental asylum if I stay in D.C. any longer.
Guess that's better than jail.
Hey…
Hey, excuse me. Can I, uh, use your phone to make a call, please?
Please?
You'll only need to take me as far as the airstrip.
I'll handle the rest.
You'll get your first payment then…
…the second part when I land.
Affinity for African art.
Yeah, what can I say?
I'm a collector of rare value.
You surprised me, you know?
I didn't assess you as someone that I could make a deal with at first.
Yeah, well, I'm told I'm full of surprises.
Well, I have to ask. What changed?
Orders.
F…
Yeah?
Adam.
Peter. Holy shit, man. It's good to hear your voice.
- Where the hell you been? - It's a long story.
Uh, I need you to come get me.
Actually, you better come to me.