- Look at me.
Look at me.
Please don't make me do this.
- We've worked so hard
for this moment.
- I don't think I can do it.
- Yes, you can.
I know you can.
I believe in you...
My love.
More than ever.
You do?
- ♪ Frère Jacque,
Frère Jacque ♪
♪ Dormez-vous, dormez-vous? ♪
- The man that I was before...
would he have been able
to kill them?
- The man you were...
sent here by the CIA...
to murder me.
And now look at you.
Such progress.
These methods of mine,
I know...
they are complicated.
But you...
You are
my most promising subject.
My cicada.
- A cicada?
- An amazing little creature.
They burrow underground
just beneath the surface...
for years at a time...
and wait.
And then they awaken
from their long slumber.
- And die.
- Yes--but not before
they fulfill their destiny.
You will be a great solider
for our cause.
But right now...
you need your rest.
- Wait, Dr. Meisner.
There's something
I need to ask.
- Okay.
Gustav...
Jesus.
- I believed in you.
I thought we had something.
- Halt!
- Are you seeing
what I'm seeing?
Okay.
Tell Levine I'll be in the
situation room in two minutes.
We've just received
an incoming message
from General Chin-Hwa Kwon
of the North Korean
People's Army.
He's in London
with a delegation,
and he's requested to speak
to a woman named Tara Coleman.
Now, this request
is completely unprecedented
given Kwon's position,
so I need to know everything
about this woman, Tara Coleman.
- She's a journalist.
- Used to be a journalist.
She's currently
a London cab driver.
- We've got Matt Edwards
on the ground, he's in London.
- I'm moving.
- 60 seconds out.
- What's her background?
- Raised in London,
both parents and her sister
killed in a car accident
when she was 10.
She was also in the vehicle.
She was the lone survivor.
- None of which explains
why Tara Coleman
is the woman of the hour.
- This might have something
to do with an article
that she was working on
a few years ago.
- Headline?
- Soviet era nuke currently
aimed at Washington, D.C.
She believes
that a decommissioned nuke
known as Stiletto Six
ended up on the black market.
This was full of holes;
she lost all credibility.
Editor pulled the plug on it,
fired her,
and she has not
published a word since.
- Was she right--about
a nuke being aimed at D.C.?
- No, not as far as
the Agency's concerned.
- Well, that's not exactly
reassuring.
- Five seconds out.
- Why is potentially
the most valuable defector
in North Korean history
asking to speak
to a discredited journalist
turned cab driver?
- I don't know.
Ask her yourself.
- Matt Edwards?
- Yeah.
Marriott County Hall.
- Okay.
- Traffic cam
at A301 and Strand--
she's headed south
towards Westminster Bridge.
- I like Fela Kuti, too.
You're into Nigerian music?
- Yeah,
I spent some time there.
- Oh, my sister got me into it.
- Yeah?
Is that her?
- Yeah.
- You two close?
- She's my best friend.
- Oh, uh, take Belvedere road.
- Uh, we'll get stuck
in traffic.
- Well,
I could use the extra time
to talk to you about something.
I'm here right now because
there's a North Korean general
in London.
Man, you seemed so normal
a minute ago.
- The general
will only talk to you.
- This is a joke, right?
- He wants to meet you
in an hour.
I figured he might want
to ask you about Stiletto Six.
- Who are you?
- This isn't a joke, Tara.
- Answer my question.
- I work for the
U.S. State Department.
- You mean the CIA.
- I have her.
They're still heading south.
- Get me a photo
on that bridge.
- Why me?
- Maybe he's got a story.
You're a journalist.
- If you knew how to find me
then you know
I'm not a journalist anymore.
- I know your history.
Help us out with General Kwon,
and I can help you
get your reputation back.
I just need ten minutes.
Are you in?
- Operation's a go, let's move!
- It's an amplified mic.
We'll have ears
but not eyes on you.
- Am I going in alone?
- Kwon said he'd walk
if he saw anyone else.
I'll be with my team
right outside the building.
And one of
General Kwon's associates
will be waiting for you
in the lobby.
He'll bring you
to the meet.
Good luck.
- Clear copy,
repeat, clear copy.
- General Kwon
has exited the ballroom.
- Tara's leaving the second
floor elevator right now
heading for the men's room on
the east end of the building.
- General Kwon?
- Thank you for coming.
- What's this about?
- You can't trust the CIA.
They're waking them up.
- Waking who up?
- The cicadas.
It's starting again.
- What's starting again?
- Treadstone.
- What's Treadstone?
- I've lost audio.
SAD unit,
prepare to make entry.
- Audio down.
- Repeat,
prepare to make entry.
- Stand down.
Stand down,
just let this play out.
- What the hell is Treadstone?
- I was sending a message.
We don't have much time.
- What the fuck, Dan?
Treadstone?
- Clear the room.
Please, everybody out.
- In less than a minute,
SAD will reach the building.
- Then tell me
what I'm doing here.
- A rogue group in North Korea
has raised funds
to purchase the Stiletto Six
launch codes
from a Russian man
named Yuri Leniov.
They're looking to upset
the balance of power.
I need you to acquire the
launch codes before they do.
- How am I supposed to do that?
- I have a daughter who attends
boarding school in France.
Her name is Jang-Mi.
Bring her to the
Ecuadorian Embassy in Paris.
The ambassador
is expecting you.
He will give you
what you need.
- I need to think this through.
- My enemies
already suspect me.
They have targeted me
and my daughter.
You have to find her
immediately, Tara.
- Why can't you
do anything about it?
- I won't live long enough.
Give her this.
Tell my daughter I love her.
- Why are you trusting me
with this?
- Because of your single-minded
pursuit of Stiletto Six.
You lost your career
as a journalist
because you weren't willing
to back down
from your instincts about it.
You also know what it's like
to lose your family.
Please.
Help me save mine.
- What did Kwon mean
by cicadas?
- Ellen--
- Why the hell
was a North Korean general
talking about Treadstone
on an open wire?
- What's Treadstone?
- That's classified, Tara.
- We shut that down
years ago, Dan.
- Kwon was part of the program.
- Did he mention Stiletto Six?
- No.
I think he was
playing your people.
- He's playing with us, Ellen.
Yeah, today he dangles
the possibility of defection,
then he's
digging up skeletons
precisely so that we will have
conversations like this one.
- If you don't trust me,
don't expect me to trust you.
- You're playing me right now.
- Thanks for
an interesting afternoon.
- We did shut down
Treadstone...
right?
- It was bigger
than we thought.
- So who are these cicadas
he's talking about waking up?
- Come on,
put your backs into it!
- Hold it up.
Right there.
- Careful.
- That all you got, man?
- I had four hours of sleep.
Yeah, it's all I got.
- Maybe it's those pills
Samantha has you taking.
- How do you know about those?
- She asked if I'd check and
make sure you were taking 'em.
- My wife asked you to make
sure I'm taking my pills?
- Not my business,
I'm staying out of it.
- Hold the work, everybody,
hold the work!
Listen up, fellas!
Management wants you
in the mess hall right now.
- Let's go, come on!
- Can you get it?
- Everybody down
to the mess hall!
- It's a great day
for ExPo Energy.
Congress has passed the bill
that approves our deal
with our Russian partners.
This should nearly
double our capacity
in the next five years.
But I'm not gonna lie--
it's not good news
for everyone here.
I'm afraid I have some
personnel changes to announce.
Several members of the senior
staff will be staying on
but all level one, two,
and three derrickmen,
motormen, and roughnecks
will be replaced--
effective immediately.
- Fuck you talking about?
- Starting tomorrow morning
a Russian crew
will be taking over.
Now, we will do
everything we can
to facilitate transfers
to another rig.
Unfortunately, at this time
there are no reassignments.
- Hey, keepin' your job, huh?
- And I understand
this is difficult...
- Keepin' your job?
-Your severance checks will be
issued upon arrival in Seattle.
Now, I understand
there's anger...
- Yo.
Helicopter's making a run
into town.
Let's go do some drinkin'.
- Count me in.
- ♪ Tryna be the
Rock of Gibraltar ♪
♪ A stick that won't break
in the wind ♪
♪ I hope and pray
my step don't falter ♪
♪ I'd rather be breathin' ♪
- 90.
You better pray
for a bull's-eye.
- Russians.
You gotta be kiddin' me.
- So much
for "America first", huh?
None of this makes sense.
We're the ones
who built that rig.
- I gotta take a leak.
- ♪ It's a great life ♪
♪ If you try and be strong ♪
♪ Turn your head
and face the season ♪
- Really?
He said that?
Well, will you try and keep him
alive until I get there?
Oh.
I'll be home
tomorrow afternoon.
Yeah.
Me, too.
Bye.
- Everything all right?
- My stupid cat is dying.
He's way past nine lives,
I don't know why I'm so upset.
- Do I know you?
- I don't know.
I work in supply.
- Uh, I think we met before,
right?
Wow.
I've never heard
that line before.
- Oh, wait, wait.
You--you think
I'm hittin' on you?
- I'm just kidding.
- Oh, right.
I gotta tell you,
I almost can't remember
what that feels like.
- Happily?
- Yeah...very.
- Turn that
shit music off
and give us some
drinks.
Hey, beautiful.
Why don't you let me
show you a good time?
- Nice try, asshole.
Maybe that works
in your country.
- Do you wanna come over here
and try that?
- He's not worth it.
Listen, you took our jobs.
Why don't you just try and be
a good sport about it
and sit down?
- Holy shit, man.
Where the hell
have you been hiding that?
- Hey.
You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- You got a cut on your eye.
Come on, let me clean you up.
I've got a first aid kit
back at my office.
Come on.
Where else you gotta be?
Swelling's gone down.
Looks like you'll live,
tough guy.
- Thanks, Doc.
You mind?
- Something's bothering you.
I can tell.
- I guess
I'm not feeling myself lately.
- I get it.
You lose your job,
you lose your identity.
- No.
It's more like
I can't even remember
who or what I ever wanted to be
in the first place, like...
those memories,
they're just...gone.
I keep having
this recurring dream.
I'm sitting
in an empty white room...
staring at myself in one of
those two-way mirrors, and...
The weird thing...
There's another me on
the other side of that mirror.
Looking back.
I can feel him.
I'm sorry, I'm--
I'm not making any sense.
I really should go.
- No.
I wanna hear more.
You should hear
my crazy dreams.
I'm sure I've got a bottle
of wine around here somewhere.
Come on.
I knew it.
French.
Fancy.
♪ Frère Jacques,
Frère Jacques ♪
- What is that?
- Oh, I don't know.
Something cheap.
Do the trick, right?
- No, that song.
- Oh, you remember that
from when you were a kid?
♪ Are you sleeping,
are you sleeping ♪
♪ Brother John, Brother John? ♪
♪ Morning bells are ringing ♪
Let's hope it works this time.
- ♪ For the first time
in history ♪
♪ It's gonna start
raining men ♪
♪ Hallelujah,
it's raining men ♪
- ♪ It's raining men! ♪
♪ Every specimen! ♪
- ♪ Rough and tough
and strong and mean ♪
[Beethoven's
Fur Elise playing]
[Beethoven's
Fur Elise playing]
- I figured
they would send you.
You were the most promising.
You don't know yet, do you?
- Know what?
I speak English.
- They woke you
and didn't tell you.
[Beethoven's Fur Elise
playing]
[Beethoven's Fur Elise
playing]
Ah.
Oh...
- This is Apache, over.
This is Apache in immediate
need of honey at Fort Sumner.
Come in, over.
- Copy, Apache.
- Is that really you, John?
- Yeah.
It's me, buddy.
I'm coming home.
[Matthew Dear's "Her Fantasy"
plays]
♪ We're on the ground ♪
♪ We can go far ♪
♪ Hearts in the hands ♪
♪ Hands on their hearts ♪
♪ A poison rain
passed through the day ♪
♪ Point at the frame,
around the flame ♪
♪ Trust is a form,
and as a breed ♪
♪ I will you protect
you from my needs ♪
♪ We can go far ♪