[Alex] Previously on Quantico...
Anybody wanting to attack America
just got a huge windfall if they know where to look.
I'm forming a select team to fight it.
A covert joint-task force.
This is Caleb's brother, Clayton Haas.
Each time information from the cache is accessed,
it gives us a unique opportunity
to identify one or more of these collaborators.
We just uncovered the next Bernie Madoff.
-[Shelby] Have him arrested. -We can't do that.
We don't want the real criminal to know what we're doing.
I think Harry would be an asset to this team.
You're no longer in Her Majesty's service.
They threw me out after I exposed their mission here.
-Jon Jeffries. -I'm Sasha Barinov.
I'm covering this for the Journal.
Ryan Booth.
[Dayana] And we're just worried about you.
[Leon] Yeah, well, you should be worried about me getting killed.
[grunting]
[theme music playing]
[Gina] Nick, you need to see this.
[siren chirps]
Th-There was an explosion at the plant.
Apparently, there's some kind of PPh seepage?
-The water's contaminated? -They don't know yet.
They think it might be terrorism.
-[knock on door] -[man] Police!
[man] Attention, residents--
this is the Brookwell Police Department.
This is not a drill.
You are being evacuated.
You must leave your residence immediately.
Attention, residents...
The cache of information was accessed again.
Emergency-response protocol for all state officials in Virginia.
I know. The team knows.
But until there's movement on the part of the AIC,
there isn't much we can do, so...
You don't like me very much, do you?
I don't know you.
And I don't know you...
or anyone else on the team, which is a problem.
I need to know my team better than
any of the collaborators that'll come after them and...
I would love your insight.
Your opinion.
I mean, what-- what kinds of things would they say about themselves?
Or what would the opposition say about them?
[Ryan Adams' "Outbound Train" playing]
Let's start with Alex Parrish.
All right.
♪ How am I supposed to know? ♪
You already know Alex is a hero.
Problem is, she always has to be the hero,
no matter the situation. Impetuous, reckless, and emotional.
She's also, at least up until now...
...pretty incapable of change.
Hey. We just started a game in the back. Grab your drink.
Hey, Franco, can I get another pitcher, please?
♪ Don't know What I'm even supposed to say ♪
Her and Booth?
A deep connection.
On or off, they're a team.
As for Ryan,
he's a good soldier-- follows the rules.
But unfortunately, the professional rules
go out the window when the personal intervenes.
And that starts and ends with Alex.
How did Harry take the news that Clay said "no"?
[sighs] He went from Pierce Brosnan to Daniel Craig
-in seconds flat. -[chuckles]
I mean, I don't have the heart to tell him
it was probably for the best.
I mean, the fact that we'd let bad guys go
in the hope of finding greater evil
is not really gonna sit well with someone with his history.
You're still mad about that Ponzi scheme.
Of course I am.
You might be CIA, but I'm still FBI.
My job is to catch criminals, not turn a blind eye to them.
We're in it for the long run, not the sprint.
What if the long run never ends, Ryan?
[sighs]
-♪ Laughing to yourself ♪ -[cellphone buzzes]
♪ In a quiet room ♪
-♪ Our eyes knowing more ♪ -[Clay] And Dayana Mampasi?
In just six months, you turned a pacifist NGO lawyer
into a dangerous operative.
Got to be a reason that happened.
She was a child soldier under Mugabe.
She'd tell you that she shed her dark past
when she moved to this country, but it never went away.
You're hustling me, aren't you?
-Nobody hustles like a lawyer. -Mm-mmm.
Just because I'm better at pool than you thought I'd be
doesn't mean that I'm playing dirty.
Rematch?
No. I have to get back to reading the intel report.
What intel report?
-About the cache? -OK.
[Owen] Now, I've never worked with Nimah before,
just read her file, like you.
She's strong-willed, determined, righteous,
weighed down by her sins,
-and doesn't know how to let go of her p-- -No need to continue.
Amin's not a real member of this team,
just a glorified mascot.
You didn't ask about Shelby Wyatt.
An orphan. She's worked hard to craft her own identity
...and now cares way too much about how the world perceives her.
Think I'm pretty well-versed on her weak points.
Here's to long days, short nights,
and wondering if you're saying the wrong thing
every time your new boss talks to you.
♪ I feel like an outbound train ♪
Really?
Ignoring me for some townie who's not even making eyes at you?
Oh, please, he totally was.
I think he just got cold feet because of Ryan.
I don't see you going over there and talking to him yourself.
I could. It's just...
Alex, admit it. This is about Ryan.
It always has been and it always will be.
You guys may not be together,
but you're still tied to each other.
Oh, yeah, we definitely need to get better lives.
Your ex, my ex's brother, and saving the world.
That's all we got.
[sighs]
-[cellphone buzzes] -♪ I don't know anything anymore ♪
This one's a little thicker than the others.
[chuckles] Yeah.
I'll save you the month of reading--
I have a bunch of weak points.
But I know how to call the shots.
Now, the opposition would wonder if I can take them.
Can you?
After the year I had, I'm still here, aren't I?
Not of your own volition.
Not initially, but I chose to stay.
So, what about you, Junior?
You're -- You're intelligent. You're dedicated. That's clear.
But you lack experience
required to make the kind of hard decisions essential to this job,
and you don't want to be here, either.
Gather the team.
[Owen] She always has to be the hero.
Impetuous, reckless, and emotional.
She's also, up until now, pretty incapable of change.
Shelby Wyatt cares way too much
about how the world perceives her.
[Clay] It's time we get things out in the open.
-[Owen] As for Ryan... -A free flow of information.
...rules go out the window when the personal intervenes...
-[Clay] And these files? -...and that starts with Alex.
Oppo research I've had done on each and every one of you.
[Owen] Nimah -- righteous, weighed down by her sins,
and doesn't know how to let go of her pride.
[Clay] We don't have time for petty squabbling.
You need to face how you're perceived
in order to work better moving forward.
It's brutal, I know,
but it only helps in the long run.
Was this stunt to enlighten them or to undermine me?
-She was a child soldier under Mugabe. -What's to undermine?
You're not in charge here.
[chuckles]
-[Owen] She'd tell you she shed her dark past
-when she moved to this country... -[Clay] First order of business...
-...but it never went away. -...two hours ago,
there was an incident in Brookwell, Virginia.
Reports are still sketchy and confirmation is trickling in,
but initial intel is that there was an explosion
-at a chemical-storage plant. -One of the tank farms.
Some of the residents have taken to social media.
Nimah, monitor it as real-time data for the time being.
The rest of you, it's time to do our own oppo research.
I need to know what the collaborators might want
from a chemical spill. I don't want media spin.
I want what you think they'd gain from Brookwell --
whatever it takes to put more faces on our board.
Clock's ticking.
I need actionable intel
from whoever is running evidence recovery.
What do you mean they're not on site yet?
Homeland Security doesn't report it as a threat.
Well, NSA's got no foreign chatter on it, either.
So, a rep from FEMA claims
that it's still too early for a formal risk assessment.
I mean, the first report of the incident came out two hours ago.
What were they doing all this time?
It isn't real.
Hmm?
-What? -It's a hoax.
Like a prank? I-It's on major news outlets. There's photos.
It's like I taught you at The Farm--
it's-- it's illusion, misinformation.
I think the Twitter feeds, the news reports,
the pictures-- they're all fake.
Like what happened in Louisiana in 2014.
There was fake reports
of a chemical release in St. Mary Parish
that was created and carried out by Russian hackers.
It's a doctored video.
[Alex] Wow, he's right.
You said they evacuated the townspeople, right?
Yeah.
There's something in that town--
something they want access to without anyone knowing.
So, it's up to us to figure out what it is before they get it.
[theme music playing]
This supposed spill appears to be the next
in the ever-growing line of well-crafted fake news--
a viral lie that's cleared out an entire town,
spreading fear amongst thousands who can't return to their homes
until every water source is tested for contamination,
despite EPA and FEMA saying there's no sign of a spill.
[Owen] Yeah, a story like this
is the handiwork of a vast and organized web brigade,
also known as "trolls."
Trace the elements, see how it went viral,
and find the trolls responsible
so they can tell us who put them up to it.
We find that, we're one step closer to our next collaborator
and what exactly they're doing in that town.
Let's go.
[Leona Naess' "Un-Named" playing]
[Owen] Misleading URLs are created to confuse the public.
[Clay] Take a legitimate news site, change a few characters,
suddenly people think they're reading stories
from the likes of CNN or The Times and assume it's fact.
[Dayana] Maybe the collaborators are trying to provoke action--
drive people out of the town...
...damage its reputation, the economy.
Could be.
Several of these URLs
can be traced to a server warehouse near the Chesapeake.
The troll farm that's curating all of this can't be too far away.
You know, you can stop babysitting me whenever you want.
-A callback-- well done. -Mm-hmm.
How'd you find these URLs?
My boyfriend. He's a-- He's a journalist,
so I must be picking up on his deep-dive technique.
Boyfriend? You haven't mentioned that.
Why would I?
-♪ Through my radio ♪ -[laughs]
A journalist. Do I know him?
He's a photojournalist, um...
...so he's, like, gone all the time.
It's not super serious, but you know...
As long as he's not married or has a brother or father...
Uh...
♪ Takes me back to when life was slow ♪
Oh, my God.
I just lied to Clay that León was my boyfriend
like something out of "The Brady Bunch."
-What is wrong with me? -[laughs]
Well, you care too much about how people see you.
-Touché. "I'm reckless and emotional." -Oh, please, whatever.
Listen, I wouldn't call León any time soon
and tell him that you're back together.
The last time I saw him, he wasn't very good.
A convincing story preys on emotion to transcend fact.
Fear, anger-- they're all the right fodder.
[Alex] This took careful planning.
Not too careful.
-You see that body of water? -Yeah.
Brookwell's near a river.
That's Willoughby Bay in Richmond.
Well, Shelby did think that they were near the Chesapeake.
-We're getting closer. -Mm-hmm.
♪ To when life was slow ♪
-♪ Oh, I can hear you now ♪ -[clears throat]
[Dayana] Hey.
I've traced several hundred Twitter accounts
to the same IP address,
and it appears to be transmitting from a complex
near the Norfolk Kroger.
Shelby was right.
Thanks. I'll take it from here.
♪ The songs we love ♪
♪ And the songs we know ♪
You might be searching for your role on this team,
but I'm its leader.
♪ And the songs we love ♪
Well, start carrying yourself like one, Junior,
and there won't be any confusion.
[door opens]
You're here, not at the bunker?
[sighs] Shelby, Clay sent me here.
I'm not being overlooked.
I've been put away.
Then talk to him.
You belong on the team, Nimah. Make him know it.
Good work, everybody.
All the elements of this fake story
can be traced to a troll farm
we think is based in Norfolk, Virginia.
FBI and CIA have had their eye on these guys for a while,
but we're gonna pay them a visit.
Find out who hired them to front the story.
The FBI and CIA, they're gonna like us intervening?
We're top secret here. We can't ask their permission.
So...that's your plan?
We know someone who knows these trolls.
May I?
These hackers are part of a larger network of troll farms in Russia.
There's a declassified report by MI6 on them.
Look who wrote it.
[laughs] You're kidding.
Well, it's been a while, hasn't it?
Nice to see some familiar faces.
Oh, I didn't know it was "bring your son to work day."
Hmm? What? What, he's in charge?
Really?
-George Dubya Bush? -[scoffs]
Told you this would be a waste of time.
Hey, look, Harry's just being Harry, OK?
Can you help us or not?
Well, I could tell you a little over a year ago,
I did some undercover work
with a lovely little gang of Russian trolls.
And my connections could get you access
to the den of their U.S. compatriots.
And then-- Oh, I don't know...
Name your price.
You get the answers, I get the win--
credit for this operation goes to me for MI6.
Ah. Bit harder there, lad. It makes the man.
Harry and Alex will go into the troll farm
and learn who tasked these hackers with the fake story,
since we know it didn't start with them.
-[cellphone buzzes] -Owen and I will be on comms.
Ryan, Shelby, Dayana are on backup
in case things go sideways.
How about me?
I don't put terrorists into play.
I am not a terrorist, OK?
OK. Let's-- Let's get back to work.
[indistinct conversations]
[Mike Sempert's "Distance" playing]
♪ I can't hear you ♪
[Sasha] You missed last call,
so I took the initiative and ordered for you.
You see, I love my vodka.
Jon Jeffries says to me... rum and Coke?
But Ryan Booth, I think,
is more of a domestic beer kind of a guy.
Tell me, how is fishing around these parts?
Better than Band-e Amir?
Two tours in Afghanistan, five years with the FBI,
part of the president's detail at the G20 summit.
And now?
Oh, private security pays better than early retirement.
What brought you to Sean Gregory's party last week?
Y-You're not a client. I checked.
Oh, Gregory's my client.
-I was looking for shady investors. -[laughs]
That's a good lie.
Makes sense, can't be checked, and it comes easily to you.
Mm. You're an arts reporter.
And it's all I ever wanted.
So, you think you'll find something on me
that'll get you off the back page.
The Gold Leaf Bar and Grill in Williamsburg, Virginia.
Well, there's not much around here,
unless you're teaching at William & Mary--
and, well, no offense, you're not--
or being staffed at Camp Peary.
And what's the other name for it--
The Farm?
The CIA is up to something,
and either you can tell me what it is
or you can read my column online tomorrow.
It's all about how dapper
you and your fellow Agency operatives looked
at the Gregory Investment Partners party.
Well, now you're fishing. You got nothing.
Call my bluff and find out.
[Tate] Henry Gould-- long time.
Our mutual friend in St. Petersburg tells me you have a job for us.
Uh, well, I don't, but my associate, Reema Sethi, here
-does, actually. -Hello.
You look familiar.
Well, you don't,
which means you're very good at your job, and so am I.
I'm a media consultant with a very deep client list.
[Henry] Including a major pharma company
that would currently love to squash a fledgling competitor-- PhioGen.
A false story about the negative side effects
of PhioGen's new epilepsy drug
could kill it before it even gets to the market.
So, before I transfer any bitcoins your way,
I need to know a little bit more about your team and their work.
So, any recent story that I might've heard of?
[Tate] We're stringing out a new one right now--
the chemical spill in Brookwell.
-[Alex] Oh. -[Henry] Ah.
-That's a big one. -Hmm.
Must have some major private contractors behind that.
This kind of work gets you involved with colorful people.
I can assure you, they were very satisfied.
I don't know about you, but I don't take a seller's advice
about their own merchandise.
I do research.
So, is there anyone we can call or speak to--
Aah!
Easy.
[Owen] Alex, what's happening?
[Alex] Let's put the guns away.
You're going in. Are you ready?
-What do you think? -Why are you asking him?
Listen, mate, this kind of kink isn't really my thing.
We came here for your business,
for your help.
Tell me who you really are
and why you're asking so many questions.
If we move, they flinch and everybody dies.
Is that what you want to happen?
Alex, Harry, if he was so sure you were lying,
you'd both be dead already.
Just maintain your cover.
You want to know who we really are?
I'm Henry bloody Gould.
And Reema here came to offer you a job,
so either accept or pull the pissing trigger.
[chuckles]
-You can never be too careful, huh? -Right.
If you would like a testimonial on Brookwell,
I have a number I can get you.
Good.
The hackers were hired by Greypool,
the private American military company and security group.
-Mm-hmm. -[Henry] And Greypool created
the fake news to clear out the town.
Then it escalated the story to keep it evacuated for longer.
So, they're buying more time
to find whatever they're looking for,
which means they haven't found it yet.
We know the who. We need the what.
So, how do we find out?
-[cellphone buzzes] -Go to Brookwell and find it ourselves...
whatever it is.
[Owen] Greypool doesn't answer the phone for just anyone.
Given they spend most of their time in war zones,
they don't mess around, either.
It's safe to assume they'll be blending in
with the emergency-response teams already on site,
just like you will.
It'll be impossible to tell friend from foe
until it's too late, so be careful.
[Indistinct conversations, siren wailing in distance]
Excuse me. Sorry. Do you know who's in charge here?
Yeah. Curt Meyer, EPA, and you are?
Oh, I'm Nelson Florrick.
I'm Lily Rollins-Hoyt.
We're professors from William & Mary,
environmental science, and we're here to help.
Nice of you to drive all this way,
but we're pretty sure this is just a wild goose chase.
We have teams going door-to-door now, testing the water,
but I don't expect to find anything.
Right, yeah. And where have you, uh, looked, exactly?
-Almost the entire town. -Mm-hmm.
OK, so, you've completed south of Churchill.
That's fast work.
Yeah, but you've--you've missed this entire area
near Main Street.
Harry and Dayana have narrowed our search.
Whatever Greypool's looking for, it's still out there.
That "X" means the house is clear.
OK, how do we find what they're looking for
when we don't even know what it is?
Well, first, we have to figure out which emergency personnel
are actually Greypool operatives in disguise
and then we follow them and figure it out from there.
[Alex] We've got company.
[siren chirps]
I'll handle this. Go.
[Shelby] I've got a sheriff. I'm about to be questioned.
Give her your cover. It'll hold up.
I'm EPA, down from Region Two.
I should be out there with them.
Your place is here.
Right where you want me?
Look, I can't help if they look to me as a leader.
Respect is earned. It's not a given.
Notice anything unusual?
Yeah. That house has already been tagged.
But why would the EPA go back to a house they've already cleared?
'Cause they're not EPA.
Ryan and I are at 961 Princeton.
May have I.D.'d Greypool operatives. Going in to investigate.
Let's go.
Shelby's stuck with the sheriff. We need eyes on that house.
-[van door opens] -[gasps]
We're on an op, and you're supposed to be at The Farm.
If you picked up your phone,
I wouldn't have had to brief you in person.
Brief me? Are you kidding?
Ms. Amin, I think you've done enough.
Nimah, what do you have?
I checked the crime reports from Brookwell
over the last few days,
and I know why Greypool is here.
They're not looking for a thing.
They're looking for a person.
[gun cocks]
Who are you? What do you want?
[Ryan] Ma'am.
Ma'am, we're not here to hurt you.
[Alex] We're here to talk.
But you need to put your weapon down now.
No, you're--you're lying.
You're here to kill me and get rid of the evidence.
We're here to...
We are here to save you from those people.
I'm FBI. He's CIA.
Trust me, we're the good guys.
Look, Greypool is right above us.
You pull that trigger, you're next.
How do I know you're not lying?
Do you know who I am?
-You're Alex Parrish. -Yeah.
So you can trust me. We'll protect you.
Come on.
We got the package. She's with us.
All right, we need an exit strategy, fast.
Exit strategy on the way.
So, fake news designed to evacuate an entire town,
all for one girl.
Well, she better be bloody Beyoncé.
I am stuck here.
The sheriff's running my credentials.
Not sure how this is gonna work out.
I told you to go help the team in Region Two.
Why are you standing around?
What do you want me to do?
The sheriff doesn't believe I am who I say I am.
You're stopping this woman from doing her job?
-Why? -Excuse me, Miss...
Miss? Try Special Agent.
And I will have your badge for breakfast
if you don't let this EPA worker go back to doing her job
right this second.
-I'm sorry. I'm just doing my job. -[Nimah] Your job?
Your job is to help the citizens of this town
get back into their homes.
That's our job, too.
Yes, of course.
-Uh, here are your credentials. -Thank you.
[beep]
Shelby and I are en route.
Who are you, and why do these private contractors want to kill you?
My name is Malory Haynes.
I worked for Senator Lewis Baynard.
Until a few days ago,
I was on his payroll as a media guru, but that's not what I did.
What did you do?
I created stories that weren't always based in facts.
You know that bakery in Richmond?
Well, we said that the owners
wouldn't make a cake for a veteran's return home
because they thought that U.S. troops were murderers.
But it was-- it was just to sure up military support
for the senator's re-election.
Somebody thought the story was real and shot the bakery up.
Eleven people died.
[Malory] And ever since then, Senator Baynard's people
have been trying to get rid
of any connection between him and the fake news,
including me.
So, what are you doing here, hiding in Brookwell?
My parents live here, just down the block.
It's ironic, isn't it?
They use fake news to get the girl who created fake news for them.
They clear out the town and grab you. No one would know.
It'd just look like she left during the evacuation and disappeared.
-Shh, shh. -[indistinct talking]
-[laughter] -[door opens]
[American accent] Uh... what are you doing in our home?
This area's been evacuated.
-No, no, no. -You haven't heard?
The whole thing's a sham.
They're letting everyone back in.
So, I will ask you again-- what are you doing in our home?
Well, let's all step outside and see what we can see.
All right.
All right, let's take a look. Come.
[British accent] Rear exit momentarily cleared.
[Nimah] Three more just showed up.
I'll distract them, but be quick.
OK.
-You stay between us, OK? -[Ryan] All right.
[both] I'll go first.
You go first. Always got to be the hero, huh?
Cute. Just--Just follow us, OK?
And can you believe they pulled us out of our homes for nothing?
And right in the middle of a UVA game, babe.
Yeah.
Go Wahoos. [laughs]
-[creaking] -Yeah, it's--it's a creaky old house.
[grunting]
[gunshots]
[man] Stop them! We got to stop them!
[grunting]
Whoo. Impressive.
[tires screech]
Get her inside, now.
Whoo. OK, I'll admit it--
I've missed this.
[tires screech]
They have the package.
As far as the world knows, our operation never happened.
Greypool covered their and our tracks,
getting their people out before local LE discovered them.
And we have who they're looking for-- Malory Haynes.
I still can't believe this was all for a person.
Not just a person, more like a political liability.
I mean, Malory propagated fake news
to further a senator's agenda.
People lost their lives because of it.
Even if Baynard wasn't working on behalf of the GOP,
an arrest would reflect on the entire party,
making it look like they sanctioned it.
The good news is, we found our face for the board.
The even better news is,
this incident wasn't terrorism or linked to another plan.
[Owen] But it was sloppy--
Baynard using the cache for his personal gain.
[Nimah] We can't be sure Baynard is our guy.
Politicians help each other.
You need to be sure that it wasn't a friend
offering a solution to this problem.
[sarcastically] Right.
[scoffs] I don't see what's funny about what I said.
I was a federal agent for two years
in the public-corruption program.
I shouldn't have to remind you of this, but I'm on your side.
Nimah...
Malory's rattled, but ready.
She'll cooperate with whatever's needed of her.
[laughs] Look, guys, I hate to bring this up,
but she's not an innocent here, OK?
The press, they might call it "fake news,"
but that's just another term for "disinformation."
They're turning Americans against each other
and fostering whatever hate is inside of them.
No. No.
She shouldn't be allowed to plead this one out.
[Owen] Yeah, um...
Take a well-deserved break, and we'll keep Malory safe here.
Greypool's gonna still be looking for her,
and we need to do some research on Senator Baynard,
see if Nimah's right.
-OK. -OK?
[door opens]
You did a lot of good last night.
Took a big risk, and you drew fire for us.
I did what was needed.
If you were trying to earn your place on this team,
I'm pretty sure you got it.
Maybe.
My sister still hasn't spoken to me,
and I don't know if she ever will.
I tried to do the right thing and I turned myself in,
'cause I believe that I should pay a price for what happened.
And what did they do?
They sent me here
to be a part of a team they don't really want me on.
I feel stuck, out of place.
If I'm weighed down by my sins,
it's because they keep pressing them down on me, Shelby.
This isn't about what they think of you, Nimah.
It's about what you think of yourself.
You need to decide if you can stop regretting
what you didn't do in the G20 and remember what you did.
You saved lives, protected your sister, turned yourself in.
Let go of your pride.
Yes, you made mistakes, but you're still a good person.
[sighs]
[Clay sighs]
It wasn't Baynard.
Nimah Amin was right.
Tell her that.
I'm only trying to help.
Is this gonna work between us?
I don't know. I've been a teacher a long time
and I can tell when someone has a lot to learn.
And you, Clay, have a lot to learn.
[Clay] I understand what it must feel like,
watching someone less skilled stand where you used to stand.
But that doesn't mean I don't have something to offer,
something that, maybe, you never had-- experience.
[chuckles]
No, I've been in the highest rooms of power.
I know how these people think.
They didn't ask me to teach at The Farm.
They asked me to lead a task force
created to take down people like me.
Yeah, I may not be perfect at it yet,
but I am never gonna be able to get better
if you keep putting yourself between me and them.
You got to let me learn how to do my job.
OK.
Really?
-I can't believe that worked. -Don't spoil it.
Um, maybe you can help me with one small thing.
[laughs]
They want justice,
and--and they're gonna have to wait, again.
They didn't like it last week.
I fear that, on top of this...
Well, they're agents. They're used to getting their criminal.
Waiting is not their thing, but you and I, we know waiting.
For politicians like you,
-it's all a long game, right? -Hmm.
And I've waited a long time to be operational.
So, what do I tell them?
You lie.
Tell them they won, they saved the day,
and that Senator Baynard's gonna get his.
I've watched my mother's career closely.
I-I know what happens when you lie.
You end up having to cover it up with another and another--
Or you learn to live with them.
Listen-- you want to be a good leader?
Let your soldiers believe in their success.
-And when they find out the truth? -Maybe they never do.
Listen, Baynard could go unpunished
for something that happened above your head.
As far as they're concerned, you did your best, and you did.
We got another name on the board.
Yeah, we did, didn't we?
And still under the collaborators' noses.
Let's just hope it stays that way.
Yes. Whoo!
Oh, somebody's been at it.
Still, there's enough for a tipple.
What are we celebrating?
Harry Doyle,
the spy still left out in the cold.
No MI6.
There's no win to be had.
Do you really think Prince George out there
is gonna call Charlotte at the Home Office,
tell them all about your secret efforts here?
Promise to cut them in if she reinstates me? No, of course not.
So, once again, I scratch your back
and I get kicked to the curb in return.
-Cheers. -[glasses clink]
You don't have to leave. You could stay here, join us.
Well, you're not authorized to offer that, Alex.
And I don't see anyone else knocking on my door.
Well, you really haven't given them a reason to, Harry.
You said it yourself-- you're not a team player.
Cool. Well, now you finally get it.
-And on that note... -All right.
-No, no, please don't get teary on my-- -Hear me out, OK?
This morning, Clay forced us to face our weaknesses,
and I think it's only fair that someone tell you yours.
You joke your way around everything
because you're afraid to make a connection--
maybe because the closest connection you ever made
died right in front of you.
And I get that.
After my father died, I... separated from the world,
hid inside myself.
Buried myself so deep that...
there was nowhere else to go.
And then I met Ryan...
and Shelby and Nimah and Raina and Simon.
And-- And they'd all been through so much themselves,
but they could still smile.
And they wanted to get to know me,
just like I want to know you.
Mm-hmm, and all those connections--
how did they work out for you, huh?
Simon Asher-- he good?
Raina Amin -- is she around here somewhere?
You know, I'm still waiting
for that save-the-date card for you and Alabama.
Ryan and I may not be together, but we're very, very connected.
I think about him. I worry about him all the time.
I'm his friend, just like I'm your friend, Harry.
Look, there's space for you here, but you have to choose it.
You can walk out that door
and end up where you always end up--
separate and alone.
Or you can stay here and let us in.
I'm not going anywhere, and I will not leave you.
[sighs]
[door opens & closes]
I had a feeling you'd be here.
I had a feeling you'd find me.
You followed me.
Well...journalism might be dead in America,
but where I come from, if you want to find a story,
you go look for it.
And yet, all is well in Brookwell.
No chemical leak. People are back in their homes.
I have a four-hour drive ahead of me,
so I figured I'd file my 500 words on the party from here.
Do you prefer to be called Mr. Booth or Operative Ryan--
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Or what, you'll make me disappear?
[chuckles]
This isn't Russia. Journalists don't vanish here.
-Drop it. -I can't. I'd lose my job.
Yeah, and if you publish it, I could lose my life.
You make your money one way, I make my money another.
If you want me to drop a story,
then you give me something else to take its place.
Is this real?
Strictly on background.
[chuckles] Someone's done this before.
Well, do right by me, it won't be the last time.
Dayana, give us a moment.
All right, I'll get us some food.
[sighs]
I'm sorry, Malory.
We won't be able to fulfill our promise to you.
What? You said you'd protect me,
that I could get some kind of a deal.
Yeah. Unfortunately, it turns out I don't have
the authorization I thought I did to make that offer.
But we want to help you get out of town.
Out of town?
What do you-- What do you mean?
The people who are after you, they may not stop.
You need to get farther than they can find you.
Don't contact anyone. Don't use a computer.
Change phones every two weeks.
Pay as you go, you understand? No Internet.
You find a place that's quiet, get a job that pays cash.
You want me to run? For how long?
For a long time.
But he'll find me.
Not if you're smart. And you're smart.
This is the best deal you're gonna get.
Do you understand?
Yeah, I understand.
You used me.
You lied to me, you got something you wanted,
and now you want me to just...
[Clay] Go.
I'll walk her through the details.
Our friends at the DOJ are with Senator Baynard right now.
He'll do time, even if he makes a plea deal.
Malory will go into witness relocation until she testifies.
You should feel good about yourselves,
and you should feel good about this.
[beep]
[Ryan] Henry Roarke?
That's the Speaker of the House.
-Yes. Nimah was right. -[Nimah] Thank you.
Baynard asked his old buddy for help out of a predicament.
Roarke gave him what he needed from the cache.
Roarke is the man in the government that we've been looking for.
This feels like a win. Is this a win?
Oh, I hope it's a win.
-It's a win. -One we wouldn't have had without Harry.
Agreed.
I will take it under advisement.
-Over drinks at the Gold Leaf. -Yes.
-We finally deserve it. -[laughs]
-I'll catch up. -[Alex] All right, see you.
Come on.
[Ryan Adams' "Breakdown" playing]
All right, what's everyone having? It's on me.
It's noon.
Not when you've been up for 36 hours it's not.
Then I want a whole bottle of whiskey.
How about a Bloody Mary instead?
I don't get your Bloody Marys.
If I wanted a gazpacho, I would order one.
-[laughs] -What? I-I'm not being funny.
-We're gonna go order the food. -What? What did I say?
-All right. -Good idea.
I'm hungry.
-Hey. -Hey, hey, hey.
Um, so, I've been thinking a lot about you.
-Oh, yeah? You haven't said much. -Mm-hmm.
I know. I was just-- I was trying to be less impetuous.
Well, I'm a good soldier. I follow my orders.
You needed time. I'm giving it to you.
Right, I--I did say that.
But I think, when I said that,
I don't think I was being completely honest.
So, what did you mean to say?
[sighs]
OK, so... we're connected, Ryan.
After everything that we've been through,
there's no way for us not to be.
But when I said that I needed more time,
I didn't-- I didn't-- I wasn't expecting you to wait.
I see.
-I'm sorry. -No, no, no. Don't apologize.
I feel the same way.
Look, I love you, Alex. I always will.
But you and I, we just--
we got stuck in a pattern that we just couldn't get out of.
And I want some time, too, away from you.
I just was trying to be respectful and honor your wishes.
OK, if I'm being completely honest,
I do not know how I feel about this right now.
Alex Parrish not in control of the situation.
You see, you are capable of change.
♪ God, do you cry? ♪
Wow. You really came.
Someone told me it'd be a nice gesture.
OK, you're not supposed to say that out loud.
Oh. Right.
So, where's your boyfriend this week? Europe? Asia?
Oh, my God. You know I made him up.
Yeah. That was pretty clear.
I'm just not entirely sure why.
Owen was right.
I care what people think about me-- you most of all.
Because if anyone does have a good reason to hate me, it is you.
And yesterday, in that moment--
I don't know, I just -- I wanted you to think
that I was someone who was worthy of being loved.
And that I'd found it,
even after all the mistakes I've made.
I don't hate you.
I want to very, very badly, but I do not seem to be able to.
Well, can you try a little harder?
'Cause I don't want to like you, either.
♪ And I'll be all right ♪
[sniffs]
Still a no.
[Clay] Nimah Amin.
I wanted to officially welcome you to the team.
I feel I've been remiss in doing so.
♪ Lost control ♪
And I want to kick your ass at darts.
Let's both get what we want.
-♪ Feel like I'm headed for a breakdown ♪ -Uh...can I join in?
Oh, my God. Look who's here.
Harry wanted to know if we had enough room for him.
I told him, "I'm not in charge." You have to ask the boss.
Nice to have you with us, Harry.
-Yes! [laughs] -All right.
I'm a member of the team now, so I get to play, too.
[Harry] OK, well, seeing as I am the newbie,
I'm going to set the rules.
First to 20 team, every time you miss--
You have to answer a personal question.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We've played this before. Let's go.
OK.
[Henry] Oh, Owen.
OK, personal question, buddy-- who's your favorite?
[Owen] Um...
Uh-oh. I'm getting you a drink.
Where you going?
[cellphone buzzes]
♪ Did I lose you? ♪
-♪ Did I lose my mind? ♪ -Hello?
We're gonna run an op-ed piece on Sean Gregory.
It'll get attention, and I'll get my story once it becomes one.
I owe you.
Well, how about you buy me dinner?
I don't pay for stories.
-♪ Feels like I'm headed for a breakdown ♪ -OK, so I'll buy you dinner.
OK, but it can't be expensive.
I have a very strict code of ethics.
Oh. [laughs]
Friday night, pick the worst restaurant in town.
You're on.
♪ Feels like I'm headed for a breakdown ♪
León, it's Shelby Wyatt.
I was just thinking about you
and thought I'd call and see how you were.
[buzzes]
♪ Feels like I'm headed for a breakdown ♪
[theme music playing]