Can I help you with that?
Thanks.
Morgan Bote gave me your number.
Are you good at this?
Yeah.
I know what I'm doing.
A Russian named Pavlovich ordered Morgan Bote's murder
to protect a business deal of his in Afghanistan.
He also ordered mercenaries to Afghanistan to protect that deal.
Dad? Can you take me off speaker?
Shit. Shit. Shit.
No, wait! Wait!
The men that killed Emily were his men.
Morgan Bote wasn't his only target.
Who was his other target?
The Dixons.
- Marcia and Henry. - Why?
Hamzad's lawyer, she wanted to tell you something,
something she was afraid to say over the phone.
Maybe she knows.
Then we're going to London.
Because fuck him.
I wanna hurt him. Don't you?
Hey.
It's you.
Hey. You're--
I am.
We-We met...
When I had crutches for my thing, you helped me onto the bus.
I did.
I was wondering if I was ever gonna run into you again.
Is this your way home from work?
No, no, no, it's not.
Gotcha.
I--
It was, but I quit my job.
Oh, congratulations.
Did I just say "congratulations"?
It's okay.
Let me try that again.
So you quit your job.
What a wide variety of experiences that might involve.
How are you feeling about this?
Seems like someone else might want to quit their job.
Can you tell?
What do you do?
And you wanna make a difference,
so you pour all of yourself into it, and you make the sacrifices.
But eventually it gets hard to tell where the work ends and you begin.
It's hard to feel good about participating in your own erasure in that way.
But it's hard leaving something that may cost pieces of you in the leaving.
I lost my best friend recently.
Just before the end, he started to have the same questions.
"Is this the only way to live?
Is this all we are?"
I couldn't hear him back then.
And now...
...it's the only thing I can think about.
We don't live in a place that makes it easy to ask those kinda questions.
Yeah.
But, hey, you got out.
Maybe that's the first step towards something.
So...
congratulations?
What do you want?
Wasn't easy to find you.
What do you want?
I think Morgan Bote sent you an email just before he was murdered.
I need you to show me what it said.
Mr. and Mrs. Dixon.
Welcome.
I have you checked into room 1409.
You have anything on the 12th floor?
Let me check.
Actually, we do.
I can put you in 1231.
Hmm. Lower.
I beg your pardon, sir?
Anything, uh, between 01 and 05, please.
Odd
not even.
Thanks very much.
Thank you, sir.
Dad?
Can you take me off speaker?
Shit. Shit.
No, wait! Wait!
I miss you, Daddy.
This feeling just doesn't wanna be turned off.
Maybe it's okay to be angry.
There is a time when anger can help.
This isn't it.
We need answers we don't even understand the questions for yet.
We need our wits.
Pavlovich--
he dies before this is all said and done.
That much is certain.
When it's time for the anger to play its role in that, it won't be hard to find.
Scorched-earth.
Yeah.
Okay.
We've got 24 hours before this meeting is supposed to go down.
You wanna catch a show?
That was a joke.
That was funny.
Maybe we should talk about the meeting, how to manage it.
Morgan talked to me about it a little. Yeah? What did he say?
He said that Pavlovich is connected somehow
to this deal for Hamzad's mineral deposit.
- We don't know how. - Mmm.
Nina Kruger, Hamzad's lawyer, knows something about it,
and we have to figure out what she knows.
That's what you have to get from her.
What we should talk about is how you plan to do that.
He said there were three kinds of lawyers.
The kind that would do anything for a client,
and the kind that would do anything to be a client,
and that I should figure out which one she is quickly.
What was the third?
He said that only an idiot would accept
that there's only two kinds of anything in this world,
even if we can't imagine the third yet.
Yeah, yeah. Right.
What else did he say?
He said all tradecraft is waged wielding two weapons in concert.
Hmm.
See, in your left hand, you have your empathy.
Uh-huh.
I told him that sounded awful familiar.
Hey, he may have been an asshole,
but that asshole understood the game better than anyone I ever knew.
He taught me well.
It's a scary idea.
This weapon that I've been given.
In order to wield it, you have to be okay never trusting anybody ever again.
Never getting close to anybody ever again.
No, I didn't say that exactly.
No, I did.
Oh. I see. You think if we get close again, I might be ruthless with you.
Maybe.
But I know I might.
I'm someone who breaks things, remember?
I think maybe I always have been.
Except now I'm armed.
I think you're in the wrong house, friend.
You might wanna leave before you get hurt.
You're not Julian Carson?
Morgan Bote's personal field operative?
Let's assume I'm in the right house,
and let's assume whatever it is that you wish I didn't know about you,
I know.
The email that Morgan Bote sent.
- I didn't get an email. - It's critical that I see it.
Even if it weren't a national security issue,
which I'm pretty sure it is, there are lives at stake here.
The lives of people who are counting on me.
I didn't get any email.
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
Now, please leave my house.
How did I find you?
The Old Man took care of the people he needed to take care of.
He built a wall around you, around your name, your life,
so that nothing you did for him could blow back on you
or the people you care about.
So, how on earth did I find you?
That wall was built out of his influence.
The moment he was gone, the cracks appeared.
There'll be more.
I imagine you have plenty of enemies out there.
They'll show, and you won't be safe.
And neither will the new girl that you're seeing right now.
I am fucking certain you did not just threaten her.
Because if you did--
It's not gonna be me you need to worry about.
I'm fucking certain you're smart enough to know that.
I spent a long time living behind one of those walls.
So trust me when I tell you when they fall,
and the things you thought were safe behind them are exposed to the world...
there's nothing worse.
Help me,
and I'll help make sure that your wall holds for a long time.
Don't, and you're on your own.
I feel very exposed right now.
Is that normal?
I don't know what "normal" means in this context.
I mean, I understand that not everyone in this restaurant is looking at me,
but it feels like everyone in this restaurant is looking at me.
Yeah, that's normal.
She's gone from very late to extremely late.
Eh. You wanna split?
Go catch a show?
Ah. I see what you did there.
Hoisted on my own...
Petard.
You know, I knew that.
It just sounded weird as I was gonna say it.
It's a bomb.
It's from Hamlet.
Is it?
I mean, it's a bomb, but the line is from Hamlet.
Which part?
What part of what?
Well, the play. What part's it from?
I don't know. Somewhere in there.
The "revenge-y" part.
Yeah.
Yeah, once you're in a revenge story, there are no other parts.
Oh, you should read that play again.
First chance I get.
Can I ask you a question?
Shoot.
Where's our money from?
Well, your half you stole from me.
No, no, I'm-- I'm serious.
How did you make all this money?
Yeah, you do what I do long enough...
...you come across information a lot of people wish you didn't have.
You know, I got lucky.
I found a couple of guys who had some cash to invest.
Right time, right place.
Who is Lou Barlow?
Where did you hear that name?
Morgan was talking about how he couldn't believe the stuff that you got away with.
He mentioned the money, and he mentioned that name.
And it was the only moment I spent with him
that I could tell he was being untruthful with me.
Hmm. A lot of money changed hands.
That, uh, can bring out the worst in people.
Lou Barlow is the worst in people.
Yeah, he's a person I wish I'd never crossed paths with.
Can you tell me what that means?
Uh, someday.
Oh, Jesus. Really?
- We're leaving. - Are you blowing off my question?
No, we're just wasting time sitting here.
We need to keep our heads in the game.
You don't think she's coming?
I don't.
- You don't sound surprised. - I'm not.
Who are you calling?
Nina Kruger's office.
Nina Kruger, please.
Oh, She's unavailable at the moment.
May I take your name and number and someone will return your call?
Is this Anna?
It is. May I ask who's calling?
Uh, Anna, this is time sensitive.
I'd like to know where I can reach her, please.
I'm sorry, she's out of the office attending to a personal matter
and won't be checking messages, but--
She's definitely not coming.
We're gonna need to go find her.
Her assistant just said she doesn't know where she is.
Well,
I'm gonna ask her another way.
That thing actually gonna work?
Mmm. Theoretically.
As long as it's kept close enough to the target, yeah.
And we're sure that's her place?
Well, pretty sure.
So you just figured this all out before we even left the US?
Yeah.
You found Kruger's assistant. You found her place.
You-You constructed this whole plan without me even noticing.
Yeah, it wasn't like there were state secrets involved.
I actually felt like I was starting to understand all this,
which seems a little silly at this moment.
Why?
All these moving parts that I didn't even know existed
until I noticed that they had been moving for days.
I mean, you're sitting there building a laser rifle.
I-I understand it's not a laser rifle.
I just--
I'm pretty sure you understand my point.
Mmm. You understand the hard parts.
The rest is just bells and whistles, long division.
Part smart people hire people like me to do for 'em.
Or used to do for 'em, at any rate.
Excuse me.
Uh, I think I might be a little lost. I'm looking for my friend.
Uh, can you help me?
Who are you looking for?
I really appreciate it. It's been a long day.
Thought I'd be wandering these halls all night.
The friend I'm looking for is named Nina Kruger.
Anna, look at me.
This was a courtesy.
The next time, whether it's me or someone else,
you aren't gonna see it coming.
Are you sure it's worth it?
The person you are calling is not available.
Please leave a message after the tone.
I'm sorry.
I know you said I'm-- I'm not to call, but there's a man looking for you.
He came to my home tonight.
Please tell me what I should do.
Please tell me.
I think it worked.
Yeah?
Uh, you did good. There it is.
There's the location of Kruger's phone.
How did you know that that woman would make that phone call?
Lucky guess.
How did you know?
You look someone in the eye,
you show 'em that you're capable of doing what they're most afraid of,
almost everyone will do what you want them to do.
But not me.
You looked at me that way once.
I had a different reaction.
I found out what you feared the most,
and I used it to hurt you right back.
I know.
'Cause I am a person who breaks things.
You okay?
I wish it hadn't been so easy to do what we just did.
I wish it had been
harder to do that.
Near the end with Abbey...
you know, when she couldn't tell what was real from what wasn't,
she said things that...
were hard to hear.
Oh, because they were mad.
But, I don't know, maybe because they were true.
I once broke this dish. You know, dropped it in the kitchen.
She glared at me so--
so angry, so dark.
She said, "A person who can't help but break everything they touch...
shouldn't be allowed in the house.
They should be outside with the animals."
What part of that felt true to you?
The worst parts.
If you're sitting there
thinking awful things that you don't wanna say
because you can't imagine anyone else understanding
about what sort of person you are...
Just want you to know that someone else does.
I don't wanna have to live outside with the animals.
Me either.
Keep an eye out.
Give me a minute.
Oh, wait. Wait, Zoe.
- What happened? - She's been poisoned.
What? - Something airborne in the house.
I have to assume I'm hot.
So j-- just keep your distance.
What-What-What can we do?
The guy I found in there, he's got an antidote, but it's destroyed.
They're gonna be coming soon.
We don't have much time.
You came.
W-We got lucky.
They didn't find it.
The study.
The middle shelf.
Hello, Zoe.
This is, uh, all so unfamiliar.
I wish I knew how to start.
I have some very troubling information.
I'm trusting you to enlist the help of Mr. Bote to address it
and to persuade him to provide me with protection
of which I believe I am in most urgent need.
A man named Suleyman Pavlovich has used his mercenary army
to seize control of an important mineral deposit in the Panjshir.
In the process, his men were ordered to murder the Hamzad family.
This much I believe you know.
Now let me tell you what hardly anybody knows.
The Meshbahar deposit is very large, but there are others around the world.
Unfortunately, most are located in places
that are not friendly to my government or yours.
I have learned that a number of those parties are engaged
in a secret plan to organize themselves.
A cartel,
conceived to control access
to the world's markets of rare earth metals.
If successful, it would constitute a weapon
capable of bringing any Western economy to its knees,
or all of them.
Pavlovich's membership to this cartel promises to be incredibly lucrative,
but it is hanging on by a thread.
Threatened by you.
By the two of you.
Henry and Marcia Dixon possess both a stake in his firm
and past ties to the CIA.
The cartel have begun to doubt his trustworthiness because of this.
He will do anything to eliminate any trace of the connection.
You and me.
Please...
help me.
So what do we do?
We separate.
- No. - Yeah.
There's no choice.
We need to put you someplace safe. You're gonna go to the police.
We're gonna call Harold. He can help.
- I thought we were past this. - Zoe.
You running off
- and jumping off cliffs to protect me... - Zoe.
...as if that is something that I wanted.
There's an antidote to whatever I walked into, but they've got it.
My only chance to avoid what happened to her is to let 'em take me.
I will make it back.
You get anywhere near Pavlovich,
you are not gonna be thinking about anything but killing Pavlovich.
I'll make it back.
I don't believe you.
I need you to.
Zoe...
I need you to.
I don't wanna do this work anymore.
I don't wanna be in any more of those situations.
That's why I left. I was clear.
Well, that's between you and him.
I didn't ask to be here.
In a moment when I think he believed
that his life's work was about to be undone,
he put its survival in your hands.
I don't care about his life's work.
Hey, I don't either.
I'm here because I want my life back, and I don't know any other way to do it.
Why are you here?
He sent an email the other night.
I deleted it, and it felt good.
I was free from it all.
I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
And then what did you do?
I undeleted it.
And why do you imagine I would do something like that?
You're asking me?
I think you know what it's like to be in my shoes.
I think you partnered with him once and tried to leave.
So, yeah, I'm asking you.
May I?
So why couldn't you just let it go?
Maybe it was because you knew he was trusting you with something important.
And it was very hard to walk away from something that was a part of who you are.
I just said I don't want it anymore.
Maybe want has nothing to do with something like that.
And then maybe
you just don't like the idea of someone taking a shot at the Old Man
and getting away with it.
And you'd like to be the one to do something about it.
When I opened it, I thought maybe he sent it by mistake.
I mean, the man was really old.
This wasn't a mistake.
You know who that is?
This
is Suleyman Pavlovich.
And that is my ex-wife.