Can you assure this committee that the CIA had
no involvement in President Udoh's death?
No.
Anything inherited from former Director Miller
is now on you.
[Greer] He had everyone in his office
learn how to muddy every file that went across his desk.
[Jack] We boiled it all down to nine operations.
I'm gonna shut 'em all down.
[Chao Fah] Things are changing
in our operation. There are some things
much bigger than drugs at play.
[man speaks Spanish over loudspeaker]
[speaks Burmese]
We have to abort mission.
Turn Pluto back on. You have 24 hours.
♪ ♪
[elevator bell chimes]
[indistinct chatter]
[lock beeps]
[Layla] Any accounts active in or around Berlin
in the past three years should...
[Jack] Sorry to interrupt.
Jack... Uh, Deputy Director.
It's okay. Do you mind if I borrow him for a second?
[Layla] Uh... sure.
Great. Grab your stuff. Come with me.
I don't actually have any stuff.
Okay. Just the second part.
Place looks great, by the way.
Are you sure I should be sitting here?
Yep.
What exactly am I looking for?
[Jack] Anyone involved in Pluto.
- [computer beeps] - [Patrick] Whoa,
most of this is beyond my clearance, Jack.
Uh, it would take me hours, maybe...
[typing]
Yeah, yeah, that works, too.
[typing]
[sighs] Slow down, Anonymous.
[men shouting in Burmese]
Mr. Sein.
Open the gates.
Stay here.
[Tin Tun] He said you were taken by surprise
by a naval ship.
If that's who they really were.
Marquez's competition was already wiped out.
Then perhaps our payments didn't make it to the right people.
Have you contacted our team in Mexico?
I haven't contacted anyone.
And since Miller left office, all communication to that team
has been through him. Now, if you'll excuse me...
- I might ask you to wait. - For what?
They want to speak to you.
Luckily they have my number.
I'm going to see my family.
They still don't know I'm alive.
I might ask you to wait.
Don't ever tell me what the fuck to do or when to do it.
I no longer answer to you.
Nor I you.
The only reason you're in this position...
Because your family sold out the operation,
and the new partners want a check against the son
who believes he's entitled to the throne.
You used to complain about your lack of responsibilities.
Now your power has grown.
I hear reports of you avoiding the new work.
Perhaps you don't have the stomach for it.
The stomach for it?
I'm the one who saw our people get shot down.
I'm the one who escaped.
You saw a decimal move.
That decimal is all that matters.
Stop. What's this?
His profile ties to every mission.
Get me everything you can on Domingo Chavez.
Don't leave this room.
[indistinct chatter]
- [Wright] Jack. - Yes, ma'am.
Where you off to?
- I have a meeting. - With me, I hope.
My first confirmation hearing is in two days,
and the lawyers are working 24-7 to make sure I didn't offend
some station chief 20 years ago.
But I could use your help on my opening statement.
Absolutely. And you'll have it.
I just need to take care of something first.
Does this have to do with Mexico?
- [elevator bell chimes] - I don't know yet.
But I will soon.
[engine starts]
Oh, my God.
[Chao Fah sighs]
We didn't know what happened.
- We assumed... - Shh.
Where's Bennu?
[exhales] Where do you think?
And you said she ran away? That's too bad.
I had a gift for her.
[Bennu giggling]
Huh.
Seems like someone's
hiding from me...
[laughs] Papa!
Gawa! [groans]
What's in there?
[laughs]
Come sit, I'll show you.
But first I want to know...
...were you well-behaved for your mom while I was gone?
Oh, yes. I did everything she told me.
- Did you go anywhere? - Yes.
- Where'd you go? - To the airport.
- No, Gawa, you didn't. - But...
Did you know some families can have the same dreams?
Well, what do you mean?
We all dreamt you went to the airport.
And if you got on that plane...
you would've woken up
safe and sound with us.
But that dream wasn't real.
And now we must face what's real.
So if anyone asks if you went anywhere while I was gone,
you tell them you went to the doctor, okay?
Now, this... is Mun.
[laughs]
Mun is very special.
Because he cannot talk,
he's very good at keeping secrets.
The best in the world.
- Really? - Yes.
And for that reason, you can tell Mun anything you want.
About your friends, about your feelings,
or about your dreams.
Even the one where you went to the airport.
There's nothing to turn back on.
The money's gone.
I'm sorry.
Sorry for what?
I have no use for you anymore.
But, boy, they had use for you, didn't they?
Who?
That's what I'm trying to find out, Domingo.
Domingo Chavez?
Born January 12, 1976, East Los Angeles.
Yeah, I know who I am.
From what I read, you were the top of your BUD/S class,
devoted to your country.
Not someone who would hold a gun to my head.
That sounds like the life you were trying to run away from.
Thomas Miller.
That name mean anything to you?
The director.
Any interactions?
No.
We were run by this guy Walters. CIA.
Who now I know is anything but. Why?
Well, because the director of the CIA
doesn't usually personally handle finances of ops.
And yet Miller's signature was on every single page of Pluto.
- What else you got? - Very little.
File's a cipher.
But from what I could translate,
it sounds like you carried out
over 15 SOG missions across the globe.
Every single target a confirmed kill.
Never really clear on who you were killing or why,
but it was clear why Miller chose you.
On paper, you might be the deadliest operator
the CIA's ever employed.
See this? Now I'm blushing.
You know what?
You don't need my help.
But I sure as shit need yours.
I need to find out exactly how deep Miller's rot goes,
and to be honest with you...
[scoffs] you're all I've got.
- Hungry? - I'm starving.
[crowd chatter]
[tires screech]
♪ ♪
Mr. Sein. Uh, I-I'm so sorry,
- did you have an appointment today? - No, no.
I was just wondering if Dr. Thaung
might have a brief moment for me.
Oh, of course. I'm sure he does.
[door opens]
[Thaung] Mr. Sein.
Wonderful to see you. Is everything all right?
Oh, this? Everything's fine.
Please.
Dr. Thaung, three days ago, my daughter Bennu was feverish.
She was hallucinating, talking about moments
that hadn't happened and forgetting others that had.
- Oh. Well, maybe... - She doesn't even remember
coming to see you.
- Me? - Yes.
Three days ago, my wife and daughter visited you
to discuss her fever.
That wasn't me.
- I-I can assure you... - It's all right.
I'm not upset. I'm simply worried you don't have
the right paperwork to back it up.
No. I don't.
An easy fix.
They came at around 8:15 a.m.
Bennu had a mild fever.
I'm wondering if you might inform
your receptionist as well.
Of course.
Thank you.
And if anyone comes asking,
I would encourage you to rely on these facts,
because anything they may threaten against you,
in comparison to what I will do, is simply...
Anyway...
...we understand each other, right?
[phone ringing]
- You mind? - Of course.
Yes.
Looking for clarity.
On my way to contact Miller now.
And if the reason isn't sufficient?
What about the strike team? Our man?
[sighs]
[Chavez] His name is Chao Fah Sein.
Head of operations of the Silver Lotus triad in Burma.
And I have no way of contacting him.
- How'd you meet him? - [sighs]
14 months ago, I embedded myself in the Marquez cartel
through my cousin Marin.
Cartels have more intel on each other than we can ever get.
I was told to carry out Marquez's wishes,
which was to eliminate competition.
Emilio was the last mark.
That's when Chao Fah contacted me.
What did he want?
He wanted to tell me the truth.
About?
Me.
He said my entire operation was controlled by the triad.
That whoever was running us in Washington was in their pockets.
When I tried to call bullshit, he told me every detail
to every operation I ever carried out.
- In Mexico? - [scoffs]
Fucking Mexico, Iran, Afghanistan.
He knew everything.
The names of the commanding officers,
team members, alive or dead.
Now, these operations you're running,
what did you think you were doing?
I thought I was helping.
You know, the-the man upstairs
says "Take out this target, you save American lives,"
I rose up.
I didn't ask any questions.
Now I realize that those answers are what buried my men.
But why would he reach out to you?
I mean, he wants out.
You know, he promised hard evidence.
He said the CIA is just the beginning,
and so were the drugs.
You're saying the triad's using the cartel
for something other than drugs?
- You have evidence? - No. No.
I mean, some assclown named Morales mentioned it,
but I think he just made it up for leverage.
But Chao Fah, you trust him?
Yeah. [sniffs]
Yeah. I stood right in front of him, shook his hand.
And I guaranteed the safety of his family.
Why?
Why would you take that risk?
[exhales] For a name.
What name?
Thomas Miller.
[whispers] All right, wait.
We need to know what Miller knows.
Well, I promise you, I'm gonna find out.
I mean, without you sending him to the hospital.
I know someone who can talk to him.
Oh, yeah? Is he as fucking pissed as I am?
Now that you mention it, always.
[♪ Francine Reed: "You've Got to Change"]
♪ I know you're worn ♪
Thomas Miller.
♪ Trappings of this life...
James Greer.
How did I get so lucky?
Mind if I, uh...?
Do I have a choice?
What is he drinking?
- Lagavulin 16. - Well, damn.
You must have done something right.
Uh, I'll have just a Bud.
But put it in a fancy glass.
So, what's the occasion?
Meeting somebody?
Just my Thursday.
Yeah, no shit?
Walk me through it.
♪ Change your mind...
I come here, catch the game, drink what I want.
If I have one too many, I get myself a room.
Ah, responsible.
Yeah, it's a long drive back to, uh...
[tongue clicks]
Where's that spot again?
- Peregrine Cliff. - Yeah.
Never been, myself.
You kept those parties, uh, pretty exclusive.
- Unintentional. - Yeah, by that point,
I was used to being shut out of the room.
Like I said, didn't mean any offense.
Yeah.
You meeting somebody here?
- Me? - Yeah.
♪ And tell me all your dreams ♪
I'm meeting you.
♪ Now you dreaming...
Now, why would we do that?
I have some questions for you.
- Work-related. - I don't work anymore.
Now, that's not what I hear.
Is there something I can help you with, James?
Oh, it's not me.
Jack.
Ryan?
Mm.
[scoffs]
This does sound like his particular brand
of patronizing bullshit.
[laughs] Yeah, does it?
♪ You've got to change ♪
♪ You've got to change...
We were working the other night and came across
one of your, uh... operations.
♪ Start treating me right...
Couldn't make heads or tails of it.
Yeah? Which one?
♪ 'Cause I don't wanna have to leave...
Pluto.
♪ Don't push me away ♪♪
[exhales]
You sure you can drive home?
If you ever bring that name up again,
I promise you, Jack Ryan will take the fall for it.
So will you.
[yelling]
[screams]
[grunts]
Oh, shit.
Fuck, it's hot.
[♪ Richard Wagner: "Ride of the Valkyries"]
[exhales, whoops]
Oh...
[chuckles]
What's up, Deputy Director?
Fifty-fifty you'd even pick up.
Eh, I'm already regretting it.
I'm gonna need your help.
Of course you do.
I'll catch you next week, fellas.
So, what do you got?
[♪ Mozart: "Piano Sonata No. 11"]
[phone vibrating]
- Dad. - I'm sorry.
Yeah?
It's James Greer and Jack Ryan.
They're looking into Pluto.
And?
And I'm putting you on alert.
Alert is why I answer the call.
Is this official?
Don't call again until it's something official.
♪ ♪
[line rings]
[phone vibrates]
What the fuck is going on?
- Look, I... - You were supposed to be handling this.
- I was. - Then what happened?
Chavez. He went dark.
When? Why the hell didn't you tell me?
I thought I had it under control.
With the confirmation hearings, my name is everywhere.
Just figured Chavez was waiting for the dust to settle.
Well, it hasn't.
The operation is fucked. I was almost killed,
and my people think you're responsible.
What?
Who else?
This was a money problem. That's your department.
And now they see that the money has transferred
into one of your accounts.
Yeah, but that's our protocol.
I got pulled out too quickly.
It was Jack Ryan.
Who?
Ryan, the new deputy director.
He's been on the Hill just this week.
He's the one that shut it down.
Even if I believed you, they don't.
So either turn the operation back on,
or get the hell out of there.
I don't even know if Chavez is alive.
I am.
Wow, that's really good.
Who was that?
What happens next?
I make things right.
[thuds]
These seven men...
...they were my family.
They were my brothers.
And you killed them.
Read their names.
Go ahead.
Read their names.
You don't deserve to touch 'em.
Listen, Chavez, I can do...
No, no, no, no, no, no.
You're gonna listen,
and I'm gonna do all I can
not to shove one of those down your throat.
Instead, here's what's gonna happen.
You're gonna contact Jack Ryan.
You're gonna tell him everything you know.
And you're gonna do whatever he says.
Then what?
I don't know.
What were you gonna do with me when the project closed?
[door opens]
[door closes]
[exhales]
[phone vibrates]
[Cathy] Thank you for your time, care
and consideration on such important matters.
I hope you enjoy the rest of the conference.
- Thank you. - [applause]
[exhales]
That was unreal.
It felt pretty good.
I could have hit disease reduction
from environmental factors just a little harder, though,
- don't you think? - Cathy.
Hi.
- Wonderful job. - Thank you.
- It's great to see you again. - Likewise.
If only it didn't have to be about global addiction.
I couldn't agree more.
Listen, about that, I'm sure you're busy,
but would you be willing to schedule a lunch?
- Yes, of course. - Fantastic.
I'll have my people reach out.
[indistinct chatter]
[elevator bell chimes]
[Wright] Finally.
You ready to join us?
I'm ready to read you in.
[Wright] So, where is Chavez now?
[Jack] I don't know.
Do you believe him?
Unfortunately.
If you take what he's saying,
the details of who's involved and where...
...imagine the worst-case scenario.
There's someone else who needs to hear this.
[Jack] Two nights ago, a man named Domingo Chavez
broke into my home and put a gun to my head.
And he's one of ours.
Black ops.
He asked that I turn back on Operation Pluto.
Which is?
One of the operations I had shut down.
The kind you and I discussed.
- And? - [Wright] And it involves Miller.
Directly.
Sir, I believe that the former director
may be an asset for Myanmar's Silver Lotus triad.
That's a hell of an accusation.
Well, sir, Miller was manipulating
Chavez's black ops team as a weapon.
- To what end? - To eliminate the triad's competition.
To consolidate power for one Mexican cartel,
allowing for the Silver Lotus to use
that cartel's infrastructure for their own benefit.
So it's a power grab, the merging of cartels?
- Obviously a problem, but... - Well, actually, sir,
it may be worse than that.
Chavez's asset alluded to the fact
that his triad was using the cartel
for something far worse than drugs.
- So, what are we getting at? - Convergence.
[Jack] The fusing of a drug cartel
with a terrorist organization.
Unlimited resources paired with undying hatred.
Wait, do we know if this triad even has terrorist leanings?
This is not about them having terrorist leanings
or even the country of Myanmar.
This is about them creating an open market.
The Burmese triads are some of the most elusive
criminal enterprises in the world,
with access far beyond anything we've ever seen before.
If just one of them were to provide those resources
to any group in the world...
That, combined with the cartel's access to America,
they could move anything.
- Like what? - Humans.
Weapons.
Suicide bombers.
Jesus.
Sir, we know that the drugs that are stopped
at the border every day
are a fraction of what actually gets through.
Imagine applying that same ratio to terrorist threats.
Where is Miller now?
We have our best man on him.
And this Chavez? Operation Pluto?
Unfortunately, sir, I can't control Chavez.
But all that matters right now is his mole Chao Fah Sein.
This man is the head of operations
for the entire Silver Lotus organization.
If I can work Miller to reestablish contact,
he will be an invaluable asset.
And if you can't reconnect with him?
If this mess in Mexico gets traced back to you?
Well, sir, you just said it yourself.
My fingerprints are all over Operation Pluto.
So, if they come to blame Director Wright,
you pin it on me.
This is not how I wanted things to start, Jack.
Nor did we.
[Bachler] Director Wright is about to walk
into the Senate and promise a restored CIA.
And that's exactly what we're gonna give them.
[exhales]
Thank you, Jack.
I'd like a moment with Director Wright.
Of course, sir.
[door opens, closes]
You need to manage this.
- Yes, sir. - How are you going to do that?
Well, you and I both learned the hard way that Jack
is a bit unorthodox.
But I think we can trust him to handle this.
Good.
Because right now you are all about image.
I understand.
Then there's something I'd like you to consider.
President Okoli reached out to me personally.
The situation in Lagos has gotten worse.
The warlord Ameh is now accusing him
of helping the CIA carry out the assassination.
So I've heard.
Okoli would like to get to the bottom of it.
How does he propose to do that?
He asked me if you might consider visiting personally.
An unusual request, I know.
Especially during the confirmation process.
But it sends the right message.
The director of the CIA no longer sits in an ivory tower.
No, sir. I do not.
[phone chimes]
[phone vibrates]
Yeah?
Meeting's tonight.
Eleven o'clock, Waterfront Park.
- Good. - Will you be there?
No.
Why?
Because I don't want to kill him before you get what you need.
[phone rings]
Hello.
[Wright] [over phone] This is Acting Director Wright.
- Is this Ade Osoji? - Speaking.
I have an impromptu trip to Lagos.
I'm meeting with President Okoli,
and given your passionate views the other night,
I was wondering if you might want to join.
As?
As an advisor.
You have all the political angles,
and I'd like to go into this meeting armed
with the necessary viewpoints.
Hmm.
It's an honor to be considered, but I'd have to think about it.
It's been quite some time since I've been back.
Understandable. Let me know by this afternoon.
- [laughs softly] - [phone clicks]
[indistinct chatter]
[reporter] Ms. Wright. [reporter 2] Ms. Wright.
[reporters clamoring]
♪ ♪
[gavel bangs]
Meeting will be called to order.
Ms. Wright, I would ask you to stand and raise your right hand.
Do you swear to tell this committee the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but the truth,
- so help you God? - I do.
Please be seated.
Thank you, Chairman Henshaw, Vice Chairman Jennings,
and members of the committee for allowing me to be here today.
I have spent my career in service of the United States.
But my journey did not begin in the far-flung outposts
the CIA so often likes to send us.
It began on the streets of Queens.
In my neighborhood, we had a microcosm of America.
And everyone had a different way of communicating.
Sometimes those differing forms of communication
sparked conflicts, often entirely unintended.
[siren wailing in distance]
[Wright] I wanted to be the person
who stood between those conflicts.
Understood them.
And I wanted to be the person who acted
as a mollifying agent to end them.
Pluto.
- I need you to turn it back on. - And do what?
Put Chavez back where he was? No.
- [sighs] - Who's Walters?
Was that who Chavez was answering to?
- Walters is nobody. - Mm-hmm.
And Chavez can be dealt with.
- He doesn't know what he thinks he knows. - What does he think he knows?
Do you understand the cost of what you've done?
You could have asked me. You could have come to me
before you started switching off the breakers.
How big is the circuit?
You, the cartel, Chavez's strike team, that it?
- Or does it go higher? - [scoffs]
Do you think I could really handle something like this
without the highest levels of protection?
You don't look like you're handling it.
And it certainly doesn't seem like you have protection.
[Miller] [over device] This country was... [chuckles]
is in crisis.
We had an opportunity. We were killing drug dealers.
Is that how they sold it to you?
Oh, fuck you.
I was promised real results if certain targets were eliminated.
Lower drug trade resulting in less crime, and guess what.
- Those results were delivered. - By who?
Private interests with more power than the U.S. government.
The sun has set on empires before.
If you want to make a move, you got to do it while...
While there's still some light?
Boy, you really work hard for these metaphors.
[whispers] Listen, you little shit.
You keep this up, it all turns on you.
Who the fuck do you think you really work for?
The American people.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
You actually believe that, don't you?
You do not work for the American people, you fucking sap.
You work for the man you turn to for permission.
And they do the same. Over and over.
You know what you have at the end of all that?
A bunch of people looking the other way.
Through my choices-- tough choices--
I have made this country better.
And whether he knows it or not, so has Chavez.
Zealots like you would rather go down with the ship.
- I can still help you, Miller. - [sighs]
Just put me in contact with who's really in charge.
Please.
We know we'd both be dead the second I made that call.
And you know I'm not turning it back on.
Oh, fuck!
[panting]
You do not know who these people are.
I'm sure I'll meet 'em soon enough.
- What? - Well, if this goes as high
as you say it does, then they're probably watching us right now.
[exhales]
You're right.
Miller.
- Miller. [mutters] - [phone vibrates]
[Wright] I see the mission of the CIA
- in precisely the same way. - [engine starts]
I see the Agency as a weapon of peace.
- Hello? - [Chavez] Your way didn't work.
Now we try mine.
Chavez.
Shit.
[Wright] A weapon I will wield by way of transparency,
honesty and morality.
Go.
But there is always time for stepping back.
For remembering why this institution exists.
It exists to protect every American from the violence,
cynicism and greed that is rising across the globe.
All of us feel it.
This sense of exhaustion, that seductive pull to just
throw in the towel and take what we can
and see where the chips fall.
Well...
not on my watch.
[tires screech]
[garage door closing]
[grunts]
No...
[grunting]
[choking]
[grunting]
[panting, coughing]
♪ ♪
[Miller grunts softly]
[coughs]
My watch is defined by an assurance to Americans
that there are people who won't give up.
Who are willing to take the risks others are not.
And who will work tirelessly to keep you safe.
[engine revs]
[footsteps approaching]
We were too late.
Now they're gonna come for me.
[exhales]
♪ ♪