(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(DIGITAL BEEPING)
(BEEPING)
BRANCA: I have a degree in criminal justice,
and a First from Oxford
learning to track and target a dispersed enemy
in an asymmetrical war.
All this technology,
and we're back to 1980s cloak and dagger.
BEN: (OVER COMMS) If your country lost a billion dollars
in a cyber-attack,
you'd look to the old ways too.
(SCOFFS)
While you were living in a shipping container
in a fortified compound, learning to turn Afghans,
our old adversaries were... perfecting their craft.
BRANCA: Oh, speaking of old adversaries,
here's your man, Evgeny.
Followed by Simon and Garfunkel.
BEN: They're here for the handoff.
That means we don't have much time.
The mole is here,
or very close.
(BELL RINGING)
That's a positive ID on Abel Zacharia,
Turkish Intelligence.
He contacted the US State Department
about selling information, and they turned him down.
BEN: So he went to the next highest bidder.
There he is, got him.
Opening up the channel.
BRANCA: Grey trench coat, glasses.
Northwest gate.
That's your cue, Eugene.
National security depends on us intercepting that intel.
(BEEPING)
Looking good, sweetheart.
(GROANS IN FRUSTRATION)
We're in business.
Evgeny's taken the bait.
EVGENY: (GROWLS FRUSTRATEDLY) Stay! Stop!
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
BRANCA: (IN ENGLISH) First contact spotted.
Keep that on Evgeny.
(MEN SHOUTING)
(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
(IN ENGLISH) Hey!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GROANS)
(ZOOMS)
BRANCA: And that ladies and gentlemen,
is how you sabotage an old-school side-drop.
(GROANS FRUSTRATEDLY)
(SIGHS WEARILY)
Evgeny.
(LAUGHS)
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(IN ENGLISH) If you worked for me,
things would be easier.
I'll consider it.
(LAUGHS)
So...
Today, you have wedding anniversary, yes?
Hacking my phone?
Your wife,
she will be disappointed if you are late again.
My wife is never disappointed.
(EVGENY CHUCKLES DISBELIEVINGLY)
My wife,
she had left me
because of work.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(IN ENGLISH) Long career, many regrets,
but if I could change one thing,
that would be it.
Nazdrovia, Ben.
Hey, Branca?
BRANCA: Enjoy the anniversary dinner, boss.
I'll clean up any loose ends.
Good job.
(CAR HONKING)
Oh, a rose, please.
Yes.
(SPEAKING HUNGARIAN)
(OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
BEN: (IN ENGLISH) Good evening, Norbi.
Bonsoir, Ben.
- My wife is... - Just over there.
- Oh, thank you very much. - You're welcome.
- BEN: Sweetheart. - You're late, darling.
You know how much this means to me.
You're lucky that I do.
Thank you.
(SIGHS) So we don't have time for drinks anymore,
our table's booked for eight at The Carlton.
- Well, I'll call a cab then. - Okay.
Oh, I really want to say goodbye to Matt,
- is that all right? - Okay.
Have I told you how beautiful you look?
You're not so bad yourself.
Mr. Malloy.
(PATRONS CHATTERING)
- Norbi? - NORBI: Yes, Ben?
Will you please call us a taxi?
Of course. Are you leaving so soon?
Yes, anniversary obligations.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
(IN ENGLISH) Congratulations.
- (PEOPLE COUGHING) - (CAR ALARM BLARING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
- (MAN GROANING) - (WOMAN SCREAMING)
- (HIGH-PITCHED NOISE KEENING) - (GROANS)
Ah...
Farrah...
Farrah!
(DIGITAL BEEPING)
(SOMBER OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(HEART BEATING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING ECHOES)
(HEART BEATING ACCELERATES)
WOMAN: Excuse me?
(ELEVATOR MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY OVER SPEAKERS)
(SIGHS WEARILY)
(SNIFFLES)
(SOMBER OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAR SCREECHING IN THE DISTANCE)
(MUTED EXPLOSION)
(SCREAMING ECHOES)
MAN: Hey man. You good?
- Yeah, I'm... I'm good. - Okay.
BEN: Thank you.
(SIGHS)
(CAR STARTING)
(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)
NICK: (OVER CELLPHONE) Hey, this is Nick,
I'm backpacking through Europe right now.
Please leave a message.
- Don't be jealous. - (BEEPS)
Hey Nick, it's, uh, it's your dad.
Just, um...
I'm just calling to say hi.
(SIGHS)
(SOLEMN MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DIGITAL BEEPING)
(CELLPHONE BUZZING)
(CLICKS)
(GENTLE POP MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
Nick?
Your father called.
Does he know his son
has landed such a fantastic job?
NICK: I'm in IT.
My dad wouldn't understand the appeal.
(SIGHS) You are going to have to speak with him, eventually.
How can I speak with a guy
who doesn't want to talk about anything?
Well, men are like that.
Even me?
Even you.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
(GENTLE POP MUSIC CONTINUES)
(SIGHS)
- NICK: Oh, babe. - (BASKET THUDS)
When'd you find the time?
Every woman has her secrets.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Is that a good thing?
That depends.
Oh.
Oh, wow.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(VERONIQUE GIGGLES)
(SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
IG ATTORNEY: We're all very sorry
about the circumstances of your wife's death.
But there are concerns related to her last assignment
that we need to address.
BEN: This is fucking shooter-arm bullshit.
I've been sitting here for two hours
answering the same damn question.
We're simply exploring the scope of your knowledge
of that operation, Mr. Malloy.
I told you what I know.
Farrah wouldn't have been a part of any conspiracy.
Do you recognize that individual?
(SIGHS GRIMLY)
- No. - IG ATTORNEY: Kharon Taramov.
He's linked to the murder of several NATO agents.
His trade is information-gathering.
The old-fashioned way.
Russia has spent the past several years
using men like that to slowly rebuild its empire,
quietly undermining Western democracy.
Okay.
What does he have to do with Farrah?
Was your wife his handler?
- Objection. - Hold on, Ted.
Listen to me you smug piece of shit,
Farrah believed what she did for the CIA
was both meaningful and critical to America's safety.
Beyond that, we both knew better
than to ask about each other's work.
Would you be willing to take a polygraph exam?
Objection. Ben. That's enough!
You're damn right I would.
TED: Ben, we're done!
BEN: Go get it.
Farrah wasn't responsible for handling any Russians, Ted.
- They're fishing. - They're smearing her!
DEPUTY DIRECTOR WILLIAMS: Ben! Hold up.
How come you're not working on your handicap?
(SCOFFS) The Inspector General keeps interrupting my game.
Ah, IGs are like mushrooms.
Keep 'em in the dark and feed 'em manure.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(WHISPERING) I know what's going on
and I've got your back, Ben.
Just telling them everything I know, sir.
Hm. Oh, I, uh...
I hear your son is starting in, uh, IT, yeah?
- In the fall? Hm. - Yes, sir.
Well maybe he'll follow
in his parents' footsteps one day.
No loose ends, Ben.
BEN: You heard Williams.
The Agency's backing me.
Deputy Director Williams is behind a steering wheel
that isn't connected to an engine.
What does that mean?
Come on, Ben.
You've been around long enough.
The IG's the one that determines
whether this gets sent to the DOJ.
What's to refer? Farrah wasn't a double-agent.
We've both been doing this a long time.
Long enough to understand
the human condition is not absolute.
We're all inscrutable, Ben.
Even Farrah.
No, Farrah was clean as a whistle.
I lived with her, I raised my son with her.
I know that.
So should I cancel my trip?
Do I need to stay and fight?
Unless you get some new evidence,
there's not much we can do.
It's in the wind now.
(TYPING)
(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
I don't buy it.
Talk to me, Farrah.
(FOREBODING MUSIC CONTINUES)
BEN: Morning, George.
GEORGE: Good morning, Mr. Malloy.
Working hard to keep us safe?
- Yeah. - (CARD BEEPS)
What... My card doesn't work.
(CARD BEEPING)
Whoa! Ben Malloy, good to see you, man.
How you doing man? You looking good.
(GRUNTS PLAYFULLY) Come on, man.
Do I know you?
What? Come on, it's me, you don't recognize me?
- No. - Oh, you want VIP access,
but they've put a security restriction
on your badge.
How do you know that?
Desmond Jackson.
Although anybody who's anyone calls me Dez.
(LAUGHING) Come on, man, you know that.
We got it, George.
We're good, we're good, we're good. You...
Follow me fast, if you hesitate,
I will leave you.
So, we are the foremost information acquisitionists
in the world.
Here, and I think we can help.
But I can only imagine
what you're going through, Mr. Malloy.
How do you know my name?
And why the personal escort?
You were the Chief of Station for the Baltics.
I am really sorry about what happened, by the way.
- Who restricted my access? - Anytime the IG investigates
they're gonna clip your wings.
I mean, we can sweep your system for bugs,
it won't do much but it'd give you an edge.
I'm not under formal investigation.
Hey, look,
Mr. Malloy, I'm no lawyer
but if the IG decides to drop a bomb,
you're in the blast radius.
I need help.
Did you know Farrah?
Why do you think I'm helping you?
She was one of the very best people
I've ever worked for.
And your son is something else in the IT field.
- You should be proud. - BEN: I am.
Hey. You don't need to hold my hand, I can do this.
(TYPING)
DEZ: So you're familiar with running the latest modular
mission applications to provide, amongst others,
total CREST access and SIGINT functionality?
Please.
No, please.
I need you to hold my hand.
(SIGHS)
DEZ: Okay, so, I'm running a broad sweep
on any questionables operating in and around the area
- where your wife was killed. - (BEEPING)
Know what a sociogram is?
Yeah, it's a visual tool for charting
relationships within groups.
This ain't your first rodeo.
All right, so we have got
rainbow coalition of white and black hats,
Hungarian TEK,
Polish SKW intel,
a former Chechen Kadyrovite,
hell, we even got ourselves some former members
of the Estonian KAPO.
Huh.
(IN RUSSIAN)
DEZ: (IN ENGLISH) There is one other person
who was around on the day Farrah died.
Kharon Taramov.
BEN: Kharon Taramov.
DEZ: Any idea what he was doing in Hungary?
- No. - Hm.
You ever considered the Russians?
I mean, FSB, GRU ain't a bunch of Boy Scouts.
No, I know the Baltic chief.
Evgeny Kalinakov?
BEN: Yeah, that's not his thing.
Killing people is not his thing?
I didn't say that.
Okay.
(GRUNTS) I'll run a remote scan from your laptop.
Give me a few days and we'll see who's been snooping.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
BEN: Did they force you to do this?
Tell me you weren't involved.
"Connect the dots..."
(CELLPHONE RINGING)
Huh.
Nick.
- NICK: Hey, dad. - I'd begin to worry about you.
Yeah.
Yeah, reception's been shitty out here.
Yeah, those French cell-towers get you every time.
NICK: Actually, I'm... I'm not in France.
What do you mean you're not in France?
- Where are you? - I'm, uh... I'm in Croatia.
Croatia? What are you doing there?
Yeah, there's this girl.
BEN: Uh-huh.
- Yup, there always is. - (CHUCKLES)
Her name's Veronique.
BEN: Right.
- She's chill. You'll like her. - (VERONIQUE KISSES)
Oh, I'm sure I will.
NICK: Yeah, look, I'm running a little late right now.
- (SIGHS) - Do you think we could meet
- Thursday? - On Thursday?
- I land on Monday. - NICK: I know.
What am I going to do for four days?
Look, please don't be pissed.
No, I'm not. I mean, you're a grown man,
you can make your own decisions.
I just want to see you, that's all.
We'll still meet up in France, okay?
BEN: (GARBLED) I can kill a couple...
I said we'll still meet up in...
- (CALL DISCONNECTS) - Nick?
Nick!
Dad?
- (SIGHS) - (PHONE THUDS)
I love you, kid.
Don't get her pregnant.
Okay.
- (PHONE THUDS) - I'm proud of you.
- Mon cheri. - Yeah.
You're in Croatia?
I'll go to Budapest.
Kill a couple of days.
(TRAIN BRAKES SCREECHING)
(SIREN BLARING)
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
You shouldn't be out here without a coat.
(CHUCKLES)
I don't need a coat, when I have you.
MAN: Mademoiselle, monsieur.
(MAN SPEAKING FRENCH)
(IN ENGLISH) Come on.
(DOOR CLOSES)
- WAITER: Merci. - (FARRAH CHUCKLES)
You look great.
Thank you.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
Merci.
(IN ENGLISH) What secrets are darkening your brow?
(CHUCKLES)
You know better than to ask me that.
I'm probably just thinking about how lucky I am.
Do you ever give that intuition of yours a rest?
BEN: Hm...
- No. Especially around you. - (CHUCKLES)
Speaking of, uh, intuition,
- what are you hiding? - (CHUCKLES)
Remember,
when we were "discovered"?
Hm, yeah. Like two little kids caught necking?
FARRAH: (CHUCKLES) They said it would never work.
A husband and a wife.
You did, didn't you?
(LAUGHS)
- You did it? Well, hello. - Mm-hm. (CHUCKLES)
Mrs. Chief of Station.
(KISSES)
- (CHUCKLES) - That little Algerian girl
got smart.
With the support of a wonderful husband...
- Hey. - ...a loving son and
- a bit of luck maybe? - Yeah.
Now she deserves to celebrate.
On that note...
My grandfather bought these as a gift for my grandmother
when they were married.
(WHISPERS) Open it.
Named after Fatima, beloved daughter of Muhammad.
They're for protection and good fortune.
I want you to keep it close to your heart, Ben.
That way I will always be there with you.
(SIGHS) I'll never take it off.
Keep it right next to my heart.
I love you, Ben.
I love you, Farrah.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MOTORCYCLE REVVING)
(MOTORCYCLE REVVING FASTER)
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
(CELLPHONE RINGS, BEEPS)
BEN: Did I wake you?
You're the one on DC time.
What would you say if I told you I was in town?
BRANCA: I would say remember the restaurant on Gundel?
Great coffee.
Nine a.m.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
Look at you.
You went from body armor to bespoke.
Well, the new Chief has to look good.
BEN: You deserve every bit of it.
(BRANCA SIGHS)
How's Nick? I hear he's landed a great job.
(CHUCKLES) Seems everybody's heard that.
Oh, wow. Last time I saw him, he was this high.
Please congratulate him for me.
I will. We're meeting in Paris.
That's the layover?
Yes.
Had a few days and, um,
I wanted to talk to you about something.
- (CELLPHONE CHIMES, VIBRATES) - Thank you.
WAITER: You're welcome.
(BEEPS)
(WAITER AND BRANCA SPEAKING HUNGARIAN)
(IN ENGLISH) You were saying?
There've been some, um...
things, that I want to talk to you about.
We both know that the IG report is utter shit,
but I can't discuss any...
They're trying to blame Farrah.
Blame her for the death of those agents.
Right.
That's, uh, a slap in the face.
Yeah.
What if her death wasn't an accident?
Do you know something I don't?
No.
It's a feeling, a hunch.
I do hate when you get those. (CHUCKLES)
John, what if everything we know about Farrah's death,
is wrong?
- Any evidence? - Not conclusive.
John, I just feel like, um...
I feel like we need to do...
something.
Well, we are not going to do anything.
You're going to Paris and...
I'll shake a few branches, see what falls out the tree.
But, uh...
I think it's important you spend time with your son.
Thanks, John.
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(SCREAMING ECHOES)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
(SIGHS)
(SIRENS WAILING)
Farrah!
(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)
Hello, sir, how can I help you?
I'm just looking, thank you.
I'm afraid we're by appointment only, sir.
I need to see Hitchens.
WOMAN: There's no one here with that name.
Tell him Jedburgh is here.
(PHONE BEEPS)
(IN HUNGARIAN)
(IN ENGLISH) Mm-hmm.
Follow me.
No, I'll get back to you on that one.
Okay, I gotta go. I'll call you later.
- Benjamin. - Hello, Hitch.
- Could have called. - Would you have answered?
- No. - (CHUCKLES)
But it would have given me time to run and hide.
I supplied you as an operative, but this...
I could lose my job helping you.
I've got nowhere else to go.
Besides,
you knew Farrah as well as anyone.
You never really know anyone in this trade, Ben.
When Farrah died,
she was wearing a replacement wedding ring.
Nanotechnology.
Test case item that never went into issue.
I was looking after her original.
We believe Evgeny's tech-team hacked it
and were able to track Farrah's movements.
BEN: So the explosion that killed Farrah,
they knew she'd be there?
Evgeny was sidelined.
HITCHENS: He was officially suspended from operations.
Though he still holds court at the El Royale Casino.
You keep it.
When this is over, I'll be back.
I hope so.
I don't believe Farrah's death was an accident.
There's a reason why the clandestine world
is described as a wilderness of mirrors.
I can do one thing for you.
This is Farrah's emergency fund.
It's the most useful thing I can give you.
Parting gift in her memory.
Use it to find Evgeny.
Evgeny's cold.
He wants to stay cold.
If you want his focus, make a scene.
You remember how to do that.
Don't you, Ben?
(UNEASY MUSIC PLAYING)
(CELLPHONE RINGING)
- DEZ: Mr. M. - How did you get this number?
DEZ: Scanned your laptop.
And what's the diagnosis?
DEZ: That thing is more infected
than a botnet at a denial of service convention.
- It's crazy. - What does that mean?
DEZ: So, whoever did this is sophisticated,
so watch your ass.
I'm gonna trash your laptop.
Do it.
♪ Something in my vein
♪ Take back the words They say
♪ You would never let go
♪ Hear the words with ease ♪
(SPEAKING HUNGARIAN)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
♪ Maybe it never happened ♪
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(IN ENGLISH) They said you had retired.
They said the same about you.
No, I am what you call...
slow quitting.
How did you get in?
BEN: I gave Vadim a two million ruble bribe
at the door.
You know, I slipped him a $50.
Oh, so you have cash.
Is there any objection
if I raise minimum stake to, uh...
$5,000 US Dollars?
Let's make it $10,000.
(CHUCKLES)
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Unlucky.
As I think will be your Inspector General's report
when it's released.
I have some questions...
about my wife.
America,
always, she is blaming other people for her problems.
When she should be looking in mirror.
The world has changed, Ben.
We are enemies once more.
We've never stopped being enemies.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(IN ENGLISH) Means "stomach is ungrateful wench,
"never remembers past favors, always wanting more."
You should leave, Ben.
Odds always favor the house.
That was foolish, Evgeny.
(GRUNTING)
(YELLS)
(GRUNTING)
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(GRUNTING)
(IN ENGLISH) Hey!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GUN COCKS)
- (GUN THUDS) - Why? Why you do this?
- I want answers. - And I had winning hand.
What do you know about Farrah's death?
I'll bring you in from the cold, Evgeny.
I'll burn you, and then I'll bury you.
You have let heart...
overrule common sense.
- It's very disappointing. - (GRUNTS)
You sure you don't want me to come?
VERONIQUE: I'll be about an hour.
Groceries, water, wine.
(CHUCKLES) I enjoy shopping.
You have to work.
I do, I do.
And you do, so we're good.
Thank you for the coffee, my love.
Okay.
- Okay. - (GROANS PLAYFULLY)
No.
Bye, Nick.
See you in an hour?
- Love you. - Love you. I love you.
(SIGHS WEARILY)
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(TYPING)
(KNOCK ON WINDOW)
I knew you'd be back.
Nicholas Malloy?
My name is Jansson.
I need you to come with me.
Yeah, I'm not going anywhere.
My girlfriend just left, she's gonna be back in a second.
We'll send a secure escort for her.
We're protecting her from the same foreign nationals
that's been tracking you.
This has something to do with my dad, doesn't it?
JANSSON: I'm not at liberty to discuss the situation.
But we have to go.
What if I refuse?
JANSSON: I wouldn't suggest that, sir.
(SCOFFS QUIETLY)
(LOCKING DOOR)
(EXHALES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
- You have ruined my evening. - Fuck you.
You've ruined my life.
Ben, this is not like you.
BEN: I know it was you.
(SPITS)
EVGENY: Oh and that is what you have come here to do, hm?
To avenge Farrah?
Nyet, nyet.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(IN ENGLISH) Why... Why... Why you come here?
You are too experienced
to start conflict without provocation.
You are not on assignment.
No one would let you operate like this.
No, no.
You have come to clear her name, haven't you?
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(IN ENGLISH) Hey.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)
I know it was you Evgeny.
I know about the other assets, the accidents.
I know you killed them all.
Ben, Ben, Ben...
We have walked the same path for decades,
we do same operations for opposite sides of camp.
We are different
but, on this point,
you could not be more wrong.
(TAPS BUTTON)
This... These are who you're talking about?
Half-dozen active agents
killed in the last few months, yes?
Yeah, with your signature all over it.
EVGENY: We have footage.
Was damaged. We clean up a few frames.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
Former FSB.
Your guy.
Gonna admit it, Evgeny?
Say it.
No.
I swear on mother's grave.
He does not work for us.
Then who is responsible?
(SIGHS GRIMLY)
You remember when you were stationed in Macedonia, yes?
Yes, I'd like to forget.
Well, then you will recall
how Alexander the Great came to power of throne.
His father, Philip, was killed,
murdered, double-crossed,
by best friend.
(GUNSHOTS FIRING)
- BEN: (GRUNTS) Evgeny, Evgeny! - (EVGENY GROANS)
EVGENY: Go, Ben! Get out!
(BEN GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS IN PAIN)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(PANTING) Branca! It's Ben, listen to me.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(IN ENGLISH) Triangulate this call
and get here as soon as you can.
KHARON: Come on!
(CAR STARTING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GLASS SHATTERS)
(GRUNTING)
(GUNSHOTS FIRING)
- (CAR SCREECHING) - KHARON: That's enough!
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
BEN: (IN ENGLISH) How'd you get here so fast?
(TIRES SCREECHING)
BRANCA: You are one lucky sod, Ben.
An FSB kill-team rarely fails.
I know.
How'd you get here so quickly, John?
We were tracking Evgeny.
Farrah was murdered.
I know it now. We were set up.
- By who? - I don't know.
Thought it was the Russians, but I'm not so sure anymore.
Well you know you can't trust him.
He's old-school.
Just like you, Ben.
I think it's best you lay low.
I'll take you to a secure location.
(ENGINE REVS)
NICK: Can you tell me what's going on?
I mean, we've been driving for the last three hours.
Are you gonna tell me my father's in the care
and custody of Ground Branch?
Like... Like you guys always do?
Your father talk much about his work?
Is it Syrians? Is it the Serbians?
Am I allowed to know?
JANSSON: Well, seeing that you're family...
There's a rogue element to the FSB.
They tried to kill your father.
Not an easy task.
So what do you want with me?
You're next on the list.
Wait, hold... If I'm next on the list,
what happens to my girlfriend?
- No, no, no, she... - We just left her behind.
She's fine.
We have someone watching her.
(SIGHS)
I need a sat phone to call Nick.
I've already sent a go team to retrieve him.
How?
Root access allowed us to geolocate his phone.
I already briefed Director Williams.
Welcome aboard, Ben.
(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)
It's right here.
What is this?
JANSSON: Trust me.
It's better you're here with us than out there.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
Okay.
(SNAPS FINGERS)
I wanna thank you, John.
(CHUCKLES)
I should be the one thanking you.
Your visit here outed an operation
we never saw coming.
Apparently the men who shot Evgeny
were Chechen assassins
associated with the Wagner Group.
Yeah, but why?
Intel suggests they...
were looking for something.
Something...
you might have.
That I might have?
Did Evgeny or the others ever ask you for anything?
No, nothing.
John, I went to them.
They never asked you for anything?
BEN: No, I was the one doing the asking.
Did Farrah give you something before she died?
What the hell would she give me?
I don't know, Ben.
You tell me.
No, she didn't give me anything.
Look, I need to speak to Nick.
There's a satellite phone downstairs.
(UNEASY MUSIC PLAYING)
My father's not coming, is he?
You want the truth or a lie?
- (GRUNTS) - (BODY THUDS)
(GUN FIRES)
I don't want to kill you, Nick,
but I will.
(CREAKING)
(LOCKS DOOR)
Sit down.
Fuckin' amateurs.
It'll never be enough, John.
Whatever they offer you...
never be enough.
(KHARON SIGHS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
Ben, why weren't you honest with me
when I asked you if you knew anything?
You're a fuckin' traitor, John.
Eight years we worked together,
and I trusted you.
I had your back.
I'm only going to ask you one more time.
What did Farrah give you?
She gave me a son.
She gave me a home.
She gave me a life.
Leave us.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR LOCKS)
(IN ENGLISH) You know my history, John.
You know what I'm capable of.
(BRANCA CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
You should just kill me.
You should watch your back, John.
I don't really think that you're in a position
to be making threats.
You know she was, uh...
a honeytrap, right?
She used to fuck the enemy.
That is why Evgeny felt so sorry for you.
- (BEN GRUNTING IN PAIN) - He had empathy.
Am I done?
(PANTING)
You always lived in a dark place, John.
No joy.
No love.
(GRUNTING IN PAIN)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
What did Farrah give you?
Hm? What did she give you?
- (SCREAMING) - (ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GASPS, PANTING)
What did Farrah give you?
- (ELECTRICITY BUZZING) - (SCREAMING)
(BEN GRUNTING IN PAIN)
John! Fuck you!
What the fuck did she give you?
- (ELECTRICITY BUZZING) - (BEN SCREAMING)
- (MACHINE TURNS OFF) - (BEN BREATHING HEAVILY)
They have him at the safehouse.
Let's see if Nick...
can handle the same pain as you.
(BEN SCREAMS)
You fuckin' touch him...
I'll kill everything you love, John.
(BEN BREATHING HEAVILY)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(OMINOUS MUSIC CONTINUES)
You were there.
That was you at the cafe, wasn't it?
- What's your name? - Why does it matter?
I like to know the name of the people I'm gonna kill.
(CHUCKLES)
Ah, you Americans think you are so powerful.
Let me tell you a little story, my friend.
- (TOOLS CLANGING) - In the 1980s,
the head of the CIA was captured by Hezbollah.
Tortured to death.
A few weeks later, the head of the KGB was captured.
The KGB kidnapped a relative of the leader of Hezbollah.
And kept sending body parts.
A finger,
a thumb.
The head of the KGB was released unharmed.
You will never beat us.
We're not playing by the same rule.
- (EXPLOSION) - (SHOUTS)
(MEN SCREAMING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(MEN GROANING)
(BEN GRUNTS)
BEN: You're Krystyna...
Kowerski.
How do I know you're not a black hat?
I don't work with Chechens. I kill them.
Where's my son?
Hm...
You're too weak to leave the way I came.
Listen,
you're gonna have to focus on what we do next, all right?
There are shooters up there.
And they're waiting for us.
- Can you move fast? - Yeah, let's go.
- You sure? - Yeah, let's go.
Okay. You follow me.
- Come on. - Yeah, go.
Those men up there are not CIA.
Stay with me.
- (GAS HISSING) - (MAN YELPS)
(MEN GRUNTING)
Get in the Zodiac!
- (MAN SCREAMING) - (KRYSTYNA YELPS)
(GRUNTING)
(KRYSTYNA SCREAMS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SHOUTING)
(GRUNTING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
- (PEN CLICKS) - (SHOUTS)
(GRUNTING)
(SHOUTS)
(WATER SPLASHING)
Nice work.
Took your sweet time.
You had it under control.
We need to go.
(ENGINE WHIRRING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
You've been following me since I arrived, haven't you?
You were on the motorcycle.
How do I know I can trust you?
(SCOFFS) I risked my ass,
and killed eight Chechen contractors,
I saved your life back there.
Choose your next accusation carefully.
Thank you.
It's my pleasure.
(CAR BEEPS)
- I need to find my son. - You need to listen.
Your wife gave me specific instructions.
Do you have the hand of Fatima?
The hand of Fatima?
Yes.
Yes, I do.
- This? - Very good.
You have the key, and I have the address.
If I wasn't wearing it...
But you are, Ben.
And Farrah told me that.
The men who took your son
are the men who betrayed Farrah.
(CAR STARTING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
NICK: Please.
You don't have to do this.
You can let me go.
It's complicated, Nick.
I'm just following orders.
BEN: How come you haven't shown yourself until now?
Farrah ran a stable
of deep cover intelligence assets.
She was about to expose
a complex money laundering operation
that linked the Central Bank of Russia
to a whole host of NATO countries.
She said the expose would be like the Panama Papers
on steroids.
Why didn't she tell me?
'Cause she discovered a rogue US operative
was at the center of it all.
One who played all sides against each other.
So you were one of her informants?
There were seven people on her asset list.
I'm the only one still alive.
You chose to break cover, for me.
Why?
I made a promise to your wife.
She was there for me when I needed her.
With my help, you can end this,
I promise.
(DOOR OPENS)
KHARON: Branca wants to talk to you, brother.
I'mma wait outside.
You look like her.
You killed her, didn't you?
KHARON: Her biggest mistake was that she trusted me.
- (CHAIR THUDS) - I'll kill you.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
See how easy it is?
We all have it inside of us.
All we need is the right motivation.
(CHAIR THUDS)
I promise you,
you're not going to get away with it.
KHARON: Hm.
What was it that she left for you and your father?
I don't know.
I actually believe you.
But it doesn't matter now.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(SIREN WAILING DISTANTLY)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOG BARKS DISTANTLY)
KRYSTYNA: Farrah wanted you to open this.
Not me.
"OA."
Occultis aperta.
KRYSTYNA: "Hidden in plain sight."
(CHUCKLES) Farrah's idea of a joke.
You have the key.
(BEEPS)
(SWITCH CLICKS)
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
You knew her before.
Before Guantanamo,
the US sent "high value" detainees
to Poland for interrogation.
Farrah was straight out of university.
She spoke fluent Arabic,
we were the only women there.
We were friends.
Our careers mirrored each other, you know.
Farrah's with the CIA,
and mine with GROM.
I always had deep respect for her.
She never mentioned you.
You never really know a person in this profession... right?
(SOFTLY) Mm-hmm.
Your wife always had wonderful taste.
How long did she know?
Farrah was an excellent judge of human nature.
I think she would have suspected
Branca was dirty for some time.
So she was protecting me.
But I couldn't protect her.
Or Nick.
You're doing what needs to be done right now.
(SIGHS) It's all that matters.
Look at this.
(TYPING)
That's a list of money being funneled
- through LLCs, cut-outs... - Agency fronts?
Branca's.
He appears to be on the payroll
of at least five other foreign intelligence agencies,
along with someone else.
(BEN EXHALES)
KRYSTYNA: (CHUCKLES) Holy shit.
BEN: No...
Farrah discovered that the Deputy Director of the CIA
is a rogue agent.
This is what they're looking for.
He's running the whole thing.
Branca's just a glorified foot soldier...
BEN: Mm-hm.
- Hm. - KRYSTYNA: What's that?
I don't know, looks like some sort of modified BIGOT List.
(TYPES)
KRYSTYNA: Maybe that's a mistake, I mean...
she was a handler, after all.
(TYPES)
(SIGHS IN DESPAIR)
Oh, Farrah, Farrah.
KRYSTYNA: She wanted you to see this.
She was working with them the whole time.
You don't know that Ben, I mean did she...
(BEN SIGHS GRIMLY)
(KEYPAD TAPPING)
(CALL RINGING)
John. It's Ben.
I got what you're looking for.
BRANCA: I'm glad to hear that, Ben.
BEN: I want to speak to Nick.
(EXHALES) I'll text you a time and location.
I'll reckon we'll make a trade.
(TEXT MESSAGE NOTIFICATION DINGS)
KRYSTYNA: That's an old bauxite factory.
There is a safehouse
the Americans use near there.
You know they'll kill you.
Once they get what they want.
I'm willing to take that chance.
I'm sensing some anger.
(ELECTRIC LOCK BEEPS)
Yeah. I'm a tad pissed off
my wife turned out to be a double-agent.
Are you mad about that or because she had self-agency?
(BEN SCOFFS)
Don't gimme that crap.
Your wife did her own thing.
She ran her own ops and she made the calls
and she never talked about anything ever.
And look where that got her.
KRYSTYNA: Maybe it's not what you think it is.
It's exactly what I think it is.
So what's your plan?
Give 'em what they want and I get my son.
You do know that once they make the trade
you're dead, right?
And if you give them Farrah's laptop,
her death would have been for nothing.
(BEN SIGHS)
This isn't your fight.
- (DOOR CLOSES) - True.
But if anything goes wrong, they'll come for me.
BEN: Not if we're smart about this.
BEN: I'll drive.
(CALL RINGING)
(CELLPHONE RINGING)
(WHISPERING) Yo, Mr. ML, How was Hungary?
It's good, good. How's Virginia?
DEZ: I wouldn't know. I'm in London.
- Embassy's a lot bigger... - Yeah.
- ...than I thought actually. - I'm a little busy, listen.
I'm sending you a link.
How pressing is this?
Life or death.
You need to look at it now.
This thing is rotten to the top.
On it.
Thanks.
(EMAIL NOTIFICATION BEEPS)
Oh, my God.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)
John.
Ben.
(GUN COCKS)
(WHISTLES)
I'm sorry.
Get in the car, Nick.
BRANCA: See?
It's not so bad.
Working together again.
It's like the good old days.
I get what I want, and you get what you want.
Everybody's happy.
I leave here today,
you never hear from me again.
I know.
(GUN FIRES)
- (GROANS) - (GUN COCKS)
- (GUNSHOT FIRES) - (GROANS)
(GUN COCKING)
(BRANCA COCKS GUN)
(GROANS)
Fuck!
- (GRUNTS) Fuck! - (GUN COCKS)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
It's empty.
Nick.
(CAR STARTING)
- (ENGINE REVVING) - BRANCA: He has the backpack.
If we don't get it, you don't get paid.
Come on.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(GUN COCKS)
Hold on!
- (GUNSHOT) - Nick, get down!
Uh, Dad, Dad, what do I do, Dad?
- I drive, you shoot. - Shoot?
(GUN COCKS)
The man in that car is a trained assassin.
He wants to kill us.
And he will if we don't kill him first.
(GUNSHOTS FIRING)
Shoot, Nick!
Fuck!
(GUNSHOTS FIRING)
- (GUN COCKING) - Ah, shit!
- I said shoot, shoot, Nick! - It's empty!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(ENGINE REVS)
(INTENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
BEN: Below the barrel,
the grenade launcher, you've got one shot.
(GLASS SHATTERS)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
They're gaining on us.
BEN: I ever teach you
the precision immobilization technique?
The PIT maneuver?
- Watch out! - (TIRES SCREECHING)
Motherfucker!
- (ENGINE WHIRRING) - (KHARON GROANS)
(KHARON GROANS)
(KHARON GRUNTING IN PAIN)
I regret not killing your son when I had the chance.
But at least,
I got your wife. (SPITS)
Let's go, Nick.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Good job.
(EXHALES)
What happened to Branca?
I don't know.
Rats have a habit of surviving.
Wait. You're going back?
We left someone behind.
(BEN SIGHS)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING)
BEN: Branca.
(COCKS GUN)
(GRUNTING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(EXHALES)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BEN COUGHING)
BRANCA: You are a stubborn fuck.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Get up, you old fuck.
- I said get up! - (GRUNTS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
I told you about your back, John.
You never were a good student.
(GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAR APPROACHING)
NICK: It's one of them.
- BEN: Come on, John, get up. - (GUN COCKS)
(BEN SIGHS)
Put the gun down, son.
Listen to me.
You have the opportunity, to do the right thing here.
I want you to put the gun away, give me your keys
and walk away.
- JANSSON: Walk away? - Walk away.
- I can't do that, sir. - You can and you will.
There'll be questions.
Just tell the truth.
Do it, son.
(GUN SAFETY CLICKS)
Good luck, sir.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Is this our new vehicle?
You know, I never understood
why Farrah loved being a handler so much.
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
It's 'cause she got to work with people like you.
- (CAR DOOR CLOSES) - Your wife
was one of the good ones, Benjamin.
Somebody you'd be willing to lay your life down for.
(SIGHS)
I'll find my own way out of here.
BEN: Hey.
When this is all over...
don't be a stranger.
I won't.
Someone needs to keep an eye on you.
(CAR STARTING)
(CAR DRIVES AWAY)
(SIGHING WEARILY)
Yo, Mr. M, you trying to get me fired?
Why, what'd you find?
Hold on.
BEN: Listen to me, Farrah died gathering this intel
so what can you verify?
Yeah, only enough information
to take down the Deputy Director.
But I figured you knew that already, right?
What do you really want?
To know if you can hack this year's spook-a-thon.
DCI round table's in Croatia,
so yeah, it's doable.
All right, thanks, Dez. I owe ya.
Yeah.
You once asked me to work for you,
now I'm asking you to work for me.
(CHUCKLES)
One last favor
for old time's sake.
DEPUTY DIRECTOR WILLIAMS: And I told the DCI,
"No ma'am, the phrase intel failure
"isn't an oxymoron,
"it's a redundancy!"
(ALL LAUGHING)
I wanna close by telling each and every one of you...
- (CELLPHONES CHIMING) - ...how much your wisdom
and guidance has meant to me over the years.
- (CHIMING CONTINUES) - As I've endeavored to
- steer... - (PEOPLE MUTTERING)
- Oh, my God... - Oh, my...
This is bullshit.
It's a complete joke.
- (REMOTE THUDDING) - You can't prove any of it!
For Christ's sake, you'd need the head of the goddamn FSB
- to corroborate what... - (ALL GASPING)
(PEOPLE MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)
(CLAPPING)
(MICROPHONE FEEDBACK)
Hello!
It's nice to see so many old adversaries in same room.
Where nobody is tied to chair.
(CHUCKLES)
As most of you know,
I am Evgeny Kalinakov.
I was FSB Chief of Station, Budapest, last 11 years.
And I can confirm...
that all evidence you have seen
is true.
To best of my knowledge.
You take the word of some Russian operative over mine?
WILLIAMS: (OVER RECORDING) Get rid of Malloy.
Repeat, you are authorized to go hot
and take whatever steps are necessary to liquidate him
- and his son. - (RECORDING BEEPS)
"Clear up all loose ends", no?
Is message...
- from Benjamin. - (HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
AGENT: This way.
Get that thing out of my face!
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
NICK: Hey, dad.
- Hey, you two. - Sorry, we're late.
Hey, 10 minutes late in Paris is on time.
You are very dapper, Mr. Malloy.
Thank you, Veronique.
The new French Chief of Station
- has to look the part. - VERONIQUE: Hm.
Mom would be really proud.
Yeah, she would.
"The moral arc of the universe is long..."
Yes, "but it bends toward justice."
Congratulations on the new job, Nick.
I'm very proud of you.
(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING)
(THRILLING MUSIC CONTINUES)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)