[car horn honks]
[people shouting]
[distant siren wailing]
[horn honks]
[motorcycle engine rumbles]
[soft tense music]
♪
[car honks, tires screech]
- What the hell? Watch it!
You're gonna get killed!
♪
[laughter] - OK.
[camera whirs]
[indistinct chatter]
♪
Amir, where are you?
You missed our meet.
I'm--I'm coming to you.
♪
[lock clicks]
[tense music]
♪
[wind whistling]
[floor creaking] [indistinct chatter]
♪
They got Amir.
The Forbidden Eye, they see everything.
I have to go dark, my love.
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
- Impressive.
You're way ahead of me.
Then again, you had a head start, so--
- So what do you think you know?
- There is a mole inside New York Station,
selling or trading intelligence from inside the office
and bringing it to Pyramid.
- Pretty good.
- But Pyramid is just the middleman.
They sell the stolen intelligence
to any rogue nation or terrorist
looking to wreak havoc.
- Yeah.
- I assume Nikki knows all this?
- Nikki has asked me to drop this.
As far as she's concerned, I have.
- Who is Sarah?
Your girlfriend, mark, asset, what?
- Sarah works at Pyramid.
But she works in a department that hands out
microloans to people in foreign countries.
- Right. But she's clean?
- She is, yeah.
I just needed her access.
You know, her key card, her log-ins,
so I could plug this into their server.
This is what Kinski made for me.
It sucked out whatever it could from the other side
of Pyramid's business-- the dark side.
And I believe that Toni was onto it.
All of it.
She--she was gonna expose them,
and so someone at Pyramid killed her for it.
- All right.
So we know, or believe we know,
the what and how, not the who.
- I'm hoping that there's a name on here,
but it's all encrypted, of course.
- I can take it to Ian Lim at 26 Fed.
- You trust him?
- I do.
- Your call, partner.
[pensive music]
♪
- Max is finally asleep. - [sighs]
How many chapters did it take this time?
- I lost count.
- Here.
- Thank you. - Cheers.
[glasses clink]
- OK, I am officially suspending the rule.
Work talk allowed, one night only.
What's going on?
- They put me on leave.
There was a break-in.
Cameras didn't catch the guy's face,
but he used my key card.
Must have dropped it somewhere.
I don't know.
- Well, was anything taken?
- A bottle of scotch off my boss's desk.
That's it.
- Well, I'm sure it'll all blow over.
- I don't know.
I can't lose my job.
My health insurance, Max's insulin, and--
and Paul's behind on child support.
I just-- - OK, Sarah, Sarah, look at me.
Do you know what I do when I'm feeling stressed
and everything's getting on top?
- Hmm.
- I take the deepest breath I can,
and I just let it all out.
Come on, do it with me.
Deepest breath you can.
[both inhale]
And drop your shoulders. - [exhales]
- There we go. [chuckles]
Is that any better?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
- Will you stay tonight?
- I'm not going anywhere.
♪
[phone buzzing]
[knocks on door]
- Oh, Colin.
- I came as soon as I could.
- Oh, you're too thin. - [chuckles]
- State Department's working you too hard.
- Something like that.
So what did you want to show me?
- Yes. Right in here.
- They got Amir.
The Forbidden Eye, they see everything.
I have to go dark, my love.
- And then he didn't come home last night.
My Sandy always comes home.
- Has he ever mentioned an Amir to you?
- Maybe someone from the State Department?
He worked there for so many years.
- What about the Forbidden Eye?
- Well, I was hoping you'd tell me.
- Has he--has he said anything else?
Anything that seems off?
- He hasn't been himself for several months now.
He's paranoid.
He thinks people are following him.
I just figured he was restless since he retired
from the State Department, but then he--
he started saying things.
- What things, Anne?
- "If anything ever happens to me, call Colin Glass."
- Anne, I'm gonna find him, OK?
You have my word.
He's going to be OK.
Despite what his wife believes,
Sandy Harrison is ex-CIA, highly decorated.
Station Chief in Lagos, Beirut, Vienna, Moscow, Tripoli.
- Why so many postings?
- Let's just say he had a knack for making enemies.
- Yeah, both outside the building and in.
- Were you one of them?
- I mean, Sandy was an acquired taste.
He was a great operative.
He was the best recruiter I ever saw.
Man could turn anyone.
- Sandy recruited you?
- Yeah, he did, as a matter of fact.
Zeeb, have we got anything yet on the Forbidden Eye?
- Unless you mean an amusement park ride, nada.
- Anne said that he was imagining things,
paranoid delusions.
- No, she never said delusions.
And the man worked in espionage half his life.
Paranoia is an occupational hazard.
- It's tough to shake off.
- Nikki, he could be in genuine danger here.
Someone could be settling a score.
- Or he could have gone for a walk and gotten lost
and is gonna be home for dinner.
[gentle music]
♪
- Sandy gave us 45 years.
We can give him one day.
♪
- OK, run it down.
But if it's a dead end, I need you back here.
- OK.
- The phone that Sandy used to call Anne,
it was probably a burner.
It was last pinged
at an apartment building in Queens.
- Any residents there named Amir?
- Uh, yes.
A sublease of a sublease.
An Amir Al-Tobruk.
Libyan national.
- Get me everything you can on him.
And let's get NYPD to put a detail on Anne.
If someone's after Sandy,
I want to make sure she's protected.
- How old were you when Sandy recruited you?
- 22.
- A young Colin Glass.
Now that's an image to conjure.
- There was an unfortunate Von Dutch stage.
The rest I'll leave to your imagination.
This is it.
[doorknob clicking]
Ah.
Sandy was here.
- How do you know?
- See these scratches on the lock?
Made by a feather pick.
They stopped teaching this at the Farm
when the Berlin Wall fell, but Sandy loved the classics.
[suspenseful music]
♪
[lock clicks]
♪
- No one's here.
- You smell that?
- Ammonia.
- Smells like someone's had a good cleanup in here.
Look at this.
- Spotless. - Uh-huh.
But why only clean half the window?
- Yeah, something feels off.
- There's one more thing I want to try.
♪
Sandy taught me that any spook worth his salt
has an all-else-fails protocol.
It's a breadcrumb for when you need to go dark.
The only people who can find you are
the ones who know where to look.
Hi.
Could you tell me where your card catalog is, please?
- Dewey decimal number?
Any lower tech and we'd be un-scrolling a Torah.
- Good one.
So you think this is paranoid madness?
- I think a man who hides clues in the stacks
is either losing it or earned the right to be careful.
- Here.
Here.
- O-V-E-R-L-A-T-E.
Over late.
- Over late?
Sandy, Sandy, what are you trying to tell us?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Maybe we gotta go top to bottom.
E-L-E-V-A-T-O-R.
- Elevator.
- Well, there isn't an elevator in this building.
- Oh, Bill, so literal.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- A dumbwaiter.
OK, does this thing even work?
[dumbwaiter clanks]
♪
[hollow knocking]
[panel clicks]
- [sighs] Empty.
- So either your guy has lost it or--
[floor creaking]
- Or...
♪
- Who are you?
What did you do to Sandy?
- We're looking for Sandy too.
We're CIA.
- So am I.
♪
- Sandy talks about you incessantly.
It's a little bit intimidating, actually.
- How do you know Sandy?
- I'm Nora Ayad.
My father was one of Sandy's assets in Tripoli.
He's--
it's just me now.
- So Sandy exfiltrated you?
- He's been training me ever since.
He said I can go to the Farm after I graduate.
SDRs, dead drops, lockpicking.
- Yeah.
There's just one small problem there, Nora.
Sandy is ex-agency now.
He's retired.
A long time ago.
- That's--no.
No, Sandy is on an op right now.
- OK.
What's the op?
- Someone's been targeting his old Libyan assets.
Retribution for-- for working with him.
- Is one of his assets named Amir?
- He didn't give names.
He just told me to go to ground.
But I had to get the journal because everything he has
on the people doing this is in there.
- And who are these people?
- He just heard fragments.
A name he kept hearing.
Ayn al Haram.
- Ayn al Haram.
- Its Arabic for Forbidden Eye.
[soft dramatic music]
- I'll call it in.
♪
- Kevin, please tell me Counter Terror has something.
- Nothing definitive, but Ayn al Haram,
Forbidden Eye, it could be aliases
for an emerging threat out of Libya.
- Hmm. Threat?
Like terror cell?
- Or government-backed militia.
In Libya, the line is largely decorative.
Either way, they're ideological zealots
going after anyone who's cooperated with the West.
- How are they identifying CIA assets,
let alone finding them?
- There I have no answers.
- Oh, well, that's a first.
We still don't have any concrete evidence
that this thing is real.
But if it is, we need it contained yesterday.
- Got it.
♪
- OK, Nikki's on it.
We've got to go. - All right.
- No, let me come to CIA with you.
I know Sandy, his patterns.
I can help you find him.
- We'll handle this, Nora.
You lay low, and we'll call you if we need you.
But we are gonna need Sandy's journal.
♪
- Whatever you do, just find him.
- Yeah.
- If I lose Sandy, I--
- I know.
Me too.
[gentle music]
♪
Take care.
♪
- Deciphering these pages has been challenging.
Half phrases, number lists, unfinished drawings.
- As an intelligence document, it's--
- Unintelligible. - Yeah.
- OK.
Well, Sandy always dealt in code, so--
like these numbers, for example,
they could be tracking asset movements
or they could be financial transfers.
- Well, here's a recipe for chocolate babka.
Baking powder, huh?
Well, that doesn't-- actually, there's a bunch
of recipes here that call for baking powder that shouldn't.
- You think that's a code?
- Could be an old man making a mistake.
- Sandy doesn't make mistakes.
Come on, Bill.
We're going shopping.
- Colin, come on.
I'm not trying to slow you down.
I'm just trying to make sure that we're following the facts.
- So am I.
- Yeah, are you?
Because it feels like you've decided that Sandy's right,
and you're building the facts backwards.
- No, Nikki, I've decided our assets are dying,
and I need to figure out why.
- Those are not our assets.
Those are civilians that Sandy roped into off-book ops.
- Are you going to tell me what this is really about?
Because I know that Sandy isn't
your favorite person in the world,
but is there another reason that you are pushing
so hard for us to drop this?
- [scoffs] You know, there is an old saying.
"Spies don't die of old age.
Spies die"... - Of paranoia.
Yeah, I know.
Bill.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
- Hey, could you just please make sure--
- I will.
♪
- So you're with the State Department too?
- No, Mrs. Harrison.
I'm actually with the FBI.
- The FBI?
Colin, is there something you haven't told me?
- No, no, it's nothing like that, Anne.
It's just that Bill's really good at finding people.
- Yeah, we just want to have a quick look around.
- Oh, make yourselves at home.
I'll be upstairs, worrying myself to death.
- [chuckles]
OK. - Yeah.
- Is this the moment we should tell Anne
the truth about his work?
- It's not our truth to tell.
- Maybe she knows already.
- Well, Anne's sharp, sharper than Sandy.
But I guess when you love someone,
you're not really looking for the lie.
- How long has he been lying to her?
- Since 1974.
Yeah.
50 years ago, he made a choice.
I'm not gonna unmake it for him because he's not in the room.
Here.
- I can't imagine living that way.
- Sandy always said, the lie is the kindness.
You live in the dark so they don't have to.
- Must be exhausting. - Yeah.
Hold on.
Baking powder.
[suspenseful music]
♪
[tapping]
I think this might be Sandy's exit strategy.
- OK.
♪
- Zeeb, any luck finding an address for these keys?
- The heavy key is an Abloy,
a Finnish lockmaker.
Mega secure, mega rare,
helps us narrow the search a lot.
- Rare enough to narrow to a single location?
- Well, the fob is a Pektron.
It's for parking lots.
And I checked Sandy's financials
with every apartment complex in the tristate area.
- OK. Punchline, please.
- And I'm sending the address to your phone.
[intriguing music]
♪
- Sandy?
Sandy?
- [whimpering]
- Nora?
Nora?
Hey, hey, hey.
Stay with me. - [grunting]
- Help is on the way.
Stay with me.
[suspenseful music]
♪
Hey, stay with me.
- FBI. Don't--
♪
FBI, don't move!
[gunshots]
[engine revs]
- [grunts]
[engine revs, tires squeal]
♪
- This is our worst-case outcome.
We've lost two people in 24 hours.
Let's take a moment.
The best way to honor their sacrifice
is to stop these guys.
- It might be time for a relief pitcher.
Let Counter Terror take the mound.
- No chance, mate.
- Look, you can still be looking for your guy.
But this group he's after, Ayn al Haram,
I mean, let us help.
- Sandy is our only connection to both victims and killers.
This op stays here.
That's the end of discussion.
Zeeb, any luck on facial rec finding our shooter?
- Yeah, we got nothing on CCTV.
I mean, the guy knew where all the cameras were.
- Whoever he is, he'll be moving slower
with a bullet in his shoulder.
- Yeah, but we still don't know how he's finding these assets.
- Well, we got Nora's phone,
and she kept perfect digital hygiene--
VPNs, onion networks, and, well,
all of her communications were through the app ChannelVault.
[pensive music]
- What?
- This is highly sensitive, but since you're in the family,
a few months ago, the DNI brokered
an agreement with ChannelVault.
They embedded a zero-day vulnerability for us
to spy on encrypted chats.
- We have a back door into one of the world's
most secure messaging apps?
- This is the preferred platform
for terrorists, cartel, hackers.
This back door has enabled us to save lives,
thousands, maybe.
- Well,
it could be someone at ChannelVault sold
this back door to Ayn al Haram.
- And helped them track Nora and Amir.
- Was Nora using ChannelVault to communicate with Sandy?
- The messages were coded,
but everything that Nora told us
about her meets with Sandy,
I think it's him on the other side of those chats.
- If Sandy was using ChannelVault,
we can use the back door to locate him.
- We'll send coordinates.
We're not the only ones looking for Sandy.
Be careful.
♪
- Sandy sent his last ChannelVault message
just around this turn.
- I still can't believe he's using that thing.
- I keep thinking, what if it wasn't someone
at ChannelVault who sold the back door?
What if it was our mole?
- Whoa, wait.
Don't move.
- Laser trip wire.
- Straight out of the Sandy playbook.
- Good eye.
[thumping]
- Hey.
[tense music]
♪
[gun clicks]
Sandy, lower the weapon.
- Still using the same stale spy tricks
from the Cold War, are we?
- And you're still stomping around the woods
like a Tyrannosaurus rex who lost his soccer ball.
Who's this jerk?
- Don't worry, he's my partner.
He's good.
OK, let's just put the guns down, shall we,
before someone gets killed.
[thumping]
Thank you.
- What is that sound?
[thumping]
- Oh, that.
Come in.
♪
I caught him sneaking through the woods
with a suppressed rifle.
- [groaning]
- He's with Ayn al Haram.
I-I just know it.
- [groans] No, I don't--
[mumbles]
- Well, I don't know who he's with,
but he's on a different planet.
What have you done to him?
- Well, he wouldn't talk. I had to improvise.
LSD is a lot stronger than it used to be.
- LSD?
- Well, it's surprisingly effective.
- I know you killed Amir.
Now, where is Nora?
What did you do with Nora?
Where is she? - Sandy.
Sandy. - What?
- Why don't we let him sleep it off?
We need to talk.
Come on.
♪
- [mumbling]
[grunts]
[camera shutter clicks]
[muttering]
- Omar Al-Idri.
Last known placement was Libyan National Army.
- OK, well, even if he's off the board,
Forbidden Eye must have others in play.
- Sandy gave Colin a list of his other assets.
Should we-- - OK.
Get them in protective custody,
every single one of them, quietly.
- She went fast.
She didn't suffer.
- [sighs]
You know, it was her first time on a plane
when I brought her over from Tripoli.
All she wanted was the window seat
so she could just--
[somber music]
Oh, God.
I should never have let her do this--
work for me.
- Well, from what I saw, she was more than willing.
- Colin, she was just a kid.
- So was I.
And I didn't turn out to be a complete disaster.
- Well, the jury's still out.
Yeah, but with you, I--
I still had some discipline.
You know, at a certain point, you get tired
of midnight dead drops and two-hour SDRs,
and you get lazy and you-- you take shortcuts.
- Sandy, there is no way you could have known
about that back door at ChannelVault.
- He's up.
♪
- Who is the Forbidden Eye?
- Have you gone mad?
- Are they here in New York?
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- The Forbidden Eye.
- I don't. I don't.
- Someone gives you the names of your targets.
You don't just find them on your own.
Who are the Forbidden Eye?
Ayn al Haram, who are they?
- [sighs]
"Haram." "Haram."
Ayn al "Haram."
This can mean other things.
To my people, this translates to "eye of the pyramid."
- Pyramid Security?
[tense music]
♪
- I kept hearing Ayn al Haram on chatter
and--and the intercepts.
And I thought it was, you know, a terror cell
or a militia group,
but apparently, they meant Pyramid Security.
And what do they have to do with any of this?
Aren't they a consulting shop?
- No, they've expanded into intelligence,
espionage, some light treason.
- But Pyramid's a middleman.
They collect stolen intel from embedded moles,
then sell it to the highest bidder.
- In this case, the highest bidder would be
Libyan militants looking for vengeance on your assets.
- Yeah, Omar may be off the table,
but Pyramid is still very much in play,
and so is the mole leaking them intel.
- Mm.
Well, so we're all looking for the same person.
♪
[door clicks open]
- OK, good news. That was Nikki.
They've grabbed the rest of your assets
so the Libyans can't get to them anymore.
- All right.
Now let's go find the bastard who sold them out.
- I'm going to call Ian, see where he's at
with the Pyramid files.
- There was a time when I would have caught this
before it all happened.
But now people have died.
My people.
Because I didn't see it.
Come on, let's go.
- Sandy.
It's time to go home.
Go be with Anne.
We've got a protective detail at the house.
We can let you know when it's safe to surface.
- And what do I tell Anne?
- Is Sandy Harrison really asking my advice?
- Oh, I already regret it.
Colin-- - Sandy.
The lie is not the kindness.
It's the rot.
Tell Anne the truth, all of it,
before you lose the last good thing in your life.
[somber music]
♪
- Yeah.
50 years.
What the hell is she going to say?
- I haven't the slightest clue.
But a wise man once told me there's no such thing
as certain, only percentages of probable.
- You really were paying attention.
[chuckles]
[door clicks open]
- Ian's ready.
I've got agents on their way to handle Omar.
And, Sandy, they'll escort you home.
♪
- We will find this mole,
and we will find the people responsible
for killing your assets.
- I know you will.
But just remember, wins never feel
quite so good as you think they will.
This job has a way of making you pay for them.
Take care of each other.
♪
[door clicks]
[sighs]
- Ian, what do you got?
- A year of intelligence leaks to Pyramid--
operative locations, asset profiles.
- But no names?
- No.
Every one of these files was compartmented.
No single CIA operative had access to all of them.
- Can you cross-reference which operatives had
access to which files? - Yep.
Also layering in your entry and exit logs,
Colin's timeline for when the assets were burned,
plus this latest leak selling
the ChannelVault's back door to the Libyans.
That narrows us down
to three suspects.
Kevin Turner, Zeeb Orenstein, Nikki Reynard.
- Well, you can cross Nikki off.
- She checks every box you asked for.
- I like Nikki, but you said it yourself,
she was trying to push us off this case.
- I was venting, Bill.
- OK.
Well, what if we don't have to choose?
What if we tell all three suspects the same story?
We have a source who's going to dead drop
the identity of the mole at a specific time and location.
- And whoever moves to intercept--
- Leads us to our mole.
[intriguing music]
♪
- Act like we're having a friendly conversation.
Yeah, no, no, not that friendly.
Just dial it back a bit.
- ChannelVault's back door wasn't hacked.
It was leaked.
By someone in the station.
♪
- So it's true, we've been compromised.
- The news isn't all bad, though.
Omar gave us a name.
Someone who can identify the mole.
This source has agreed to give us ironclad proof.
- When?
- Tonight, 6:00 p.m., Bryant Park.
The intel will be left in a blue stroller.
- Inside a red stroller.
Green stroller.
- And you're coming to me because...
- You've been ahead of this the whole time.
Counter Terror should have been brought in sooner.
- And I can trust you to keep things quiet.
- We'll have this traitor in cuffs by the end of the night.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
[bright carousel music]
- OK, 6:00.
Last stroller's in place.
Here we go.
- There's no way this mole is bold enough
to intercept the drop themselves, right?
- I don't know.
They're not the most trusting bunch, traitors.
But even if they send a cutout,
whichever stroller they grab will reveal our guy.
Or girl.
[suspenseful music]
- I got Ian tracking our three phones of our suspects
as we speak.
♪
Hey, we're doing the right thing.
We're following the facts.
- Ugh, maybe.
This job has a way of making you pay for it.
♪
- Could be running late.
- Or we could be barking up the wrong tree.
- Or they're not showing up because we got made.
[phone pings]
Text from Ian.
[phone pings]
Nikki's still at the station.
- Zeeb went home.
- Kevin's on Queens Boulevard, heading towards Forest Hills.
I thought he lived in Hoboken.
- He's going to Sarah's.
Meet me there. Bring backup!
- Sarah.
Sarah?
- Colin!
- Sarah.
Sarah.
- Colin!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- OK, Sarah, I am gonna get you out of this,
and I'm gonna explain everything.
- I already told her a little bit, Colin.
You know, I almost fell for your little sting.
You want to know the tell?
Goodman saying they should have looped me in sooner,
pretending to respect me.
- Is that why you did this, Kevin,
because we never appreciated your genius?
- Yeah.
And the money.
- And yet here you are with a gun pointed
to an innocent woman's head.
It doesn't feel like the moves of a man
who's got it all figured out.
- It's the move of a man who knows
he can't get out of the country alone
because he's on a No Fly List.
So you're going to help me, OK?
And if you mess with me,
I'm just gonna shoot her in the head.
- OK. - You got it?
- I got it. - You got me?
- I got you, OK? Calm. Just calm.
Sarah. - Colin.
- Sarah, I know this is stressful,
but you know how to handle these moments, yeah?
You take the deepest breath you can.
- [inhales deeply]
[grunting]
[gunshot]
[grunting]
[clatters]
[dramatic music]
♪
[grunting continues]
♪
[squelches]
- [coughs]
[both panting]
[coughs]
♪
- You good?
- Yeah.
- Ambulance is on the way.
You don't get to die.
- Sarah.
Sarah!
♪
Sarah?
[somber music]
Hey.
You OK?
Did he--did he hurt you at all?
Sarah, please, please say something.
- Who are you?
♪
- I'm--I'm a case officer with the CIA.
- A spy?
- Yeah.
- The key card.
That was you.
My suspension, you-- [breathing shakily]
You read bedtime stories to my son.
- I am sorry. - You fell asleep in his room.
- Sarah, I'm so sorry.
- Don't.
♪
I was just an assignment.
Is that it?
And somewhere along the way, things became real?
♪
- No.
No, that's not it.
It was always just an operation.
There was never anything real.
♪
- Come on in.
Kevin's out of surgery, and he's gonna make it.
- Good. - Mm-hmm.
[door clicks]
- This was never about just finding one person.
We need to figure out who recruited Kevin,
who ran him at Pyramid,
and whether anyone else was compromised.
- You sound like a lawyer.
- Thank you.
- I don't think that was a compliment.
- No.
- But you're right. Kevin didn't work alone,
and we need to find out how deep this goes.
- So all this intel he was feeding us about Ayn al Haram?
- Fiction.
Just to keep us chasing ghosts instead of him.
Smart.
- Yeah, well, not smart enough.
- You ran an off-book sting operation on your colleagues,
including me.
- It was my call.
Colin wanted to cross your name off the list.
- I signed off on all three names.
Sorry.
- I would have done the same.
You followed the intelligence, no matter how far it led,
no matter how you felt about it.
That's the job.
Just try to hold on to that part of yourself
that didn't want my name on the list.
That's worth keeping.
[phone ringing]
Yep?
Kevin's awake.
- Make sure no one talks to him before we do.
- Yeah, they're on the way.
[indistinct PA announcement]
- We were notified the patient was awake.
- He was, but the doctor just adjusted his meds.
Said he needs some time to rest again.
[monitor beeping]
- What doctor?
- She was just here about 20 minutes ago.
Didn't catch a name.
[monitor beeping rapidly]
- No, no, no, no.
[monitor flatlining] - Code blue. Code blue.
- Excuse me. Check the rhythm.
Get the crash cart.
- Where's the CCTV?
[dramatic music]
- We need to see security footage of 12 North.
- Yes, sir.
♪
- There. Go back.
♪
Pause it.
What's that doctor's name?
- That's not a doctor.
- What? - Zoom in on the face.
♪
That's Toni.
She's alive.
[tense music]
♪
[wolf howls]