He's dead, Dad.
Who's dead?
My father.
- Em, you can't stay here. - I have to stay.
Why would you have to?
Because the person who made their money dry up is Morgan Bote.
Who is she talking to?
Hamzad's lawyer.
She offered to continue the conversation over lunch next week.
- Listen, Em. Morgan Bote is dead. - Get down!
We were not able to get him to concede on first contact.
About an hour later, he was assassinated.
You've got to get out of there, sweetheart.
They're breaching through the tunnels.
I don't think they're far off.
Shit. Shit. No, wait!
When I opened it, I thought maybe he sent it by mistake.
The man was really old.
This is Suleyman Pavlovich.
And that is my ex-wife.
Hamzad's lawyer's gone from very late to extremely late.
She's definitely not coming.
We're gonna need to go find her.
The guy I found in there, he's got an antidote, but it's destroyed.
- She's been poisoned. - What?
Something airborne in the house. I have to assume I'm hot.
My only chance is to let 'em take me.
I'm glad you're here.
I knew you'd come.
We're so close to the end.
We're so close to being even.
I'll see you soon.
Johnny Kohler,
Dan Chase...
Henry Dixon,
and on and on and on.
Some of you I have known.
None of you belong here.
And all of you
must now end.
You know this.
So why did you come?
No place else to go.
Your poison,
your antidote.
What made you think I'd want you to have an antidote?
Well, you know me.
Enough to know I wouldn't come just to save myself.
I've got something to say.
All right then.
The nerve agent is slow-acting.
Though, I imagine it may already be altering your brain function.
A few hours more, it will become disabling.
By sunrise tomorrow, it will be fatal.
But there is an antidote.
Here it is.
You may have it if whatever you have to say means enough to me
to outweigh the danger you represent.
The rare earths cartel, it seems, are concerned, uh,
I may have allowed an American spy into my business.
They told me
to be included in the cartel,
I must eliminate the concern.
They said I must eliminate you.
Both of you.
Henry and Marcia Dixon.
I never liked those names.
- In a few hours... - I don't think Mom did either.
...I'm to meet with the principals to explain myself.
They always sounded like someone else's names.
I would like to be able to say Dixons are no longer an issue.
So I have you and a plan to secure her imminently.
That's just the problem.
By the time you get her,
it's gonna be too late.
Who is she?
This woman who is not Belour, masquerading as your wife.
This woman who was Morgan Bote's sole confidant in the final weeks of his life,
who seems to be one of the only Americans in the world to know about the cartel.
Who she is doesn't matter.
What she can do is what matters right now.
She's in a position
to ruin you.
Or maybe she's in a position to solve all your problems.
He has every reason to mistrust you, and it doesn't matter.
Is that so?
You have him.
And he'll free your hands,
and let down his guard,
and you'll kill him.
And you'll have lost everything.
And I'll know that you loved me.
Excuse me.
I need to speak to whoever is in charge here.
Can I help you with something?
I need to be taken into custody.
Have you done something?
I've witnessed a murder.
Th-The men who did it may not be far behind me.
I need your protection.
- Where did you come from? - Not far from here.
It just happened.
The victim's name is Nina Kruger.
All right. Let me call the senior constable on duty.
He can take a statement--
I need to speak to someone from the Central Intelligence Agency.
Ma'am, let me summon the senior constable--
Call the US embassy,
ask for the chief of station, not the duty officer.
Tell them I won't speak to anybody else.
I don't imagine this is the purview of the CIA, ma'am.
Yes, it is.
Why do we imagine that might be?
Because the men who killed Kruger also killed Morgan Bote.
I don't know who that is.
The chief of station will.
Tell him that I am an eyewitness to both murders.
And tell him to hurry.
What's your name?
My name is Marcia Dixon.
No, no, no, put that back please.
You haven't eaten dinner yet.
Your mother said no.
But you knew she'd say no, so why did you ask her?
If she sees me pay for it, then I'm in trouble.
Next time you want something
ask someone who wants to give it to you first.
Okay?
Sweetie, you should go ahead.
A meeting I wasn't expecting just popped up.
Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye, mama. - Bye.
Bye.
Hello, Marion.
I was wondering how long it would take you to spot me.
Spotted you almost an hour ago.
You that clumsy on purpose so that I'd see you?
Or did you just get old quicker than I did?
Well, maybe a bit of both.
He's fine.
But don't go far.
- I need to talk to you. - Well, isn't that what we're doing?
What I have to talk to you about, I don't think you wanna do here.
And time is a factor.
So, please.
Follow me.
A car from the embassy just arrived.
Something is happening here.
I don't know.
Stand by until you hear from me again.
Mrs. Dixon?
Hi.
I'm Pete. Nice to meet you.
Are you the chief of station at the US Embassy, Pete?
No, but I'm the guy you want.
I promise.
What-What guy is that?
The guy who heard a woman whisper from a hundred miles away
"I know the name of Morgan Bote's killer" and came running.
Coffee?
Before I say anything, I would like some assurances.
Assurances?
What kind of assurances would you like?
Immunity.
Immunity? For who?
For me.
For what?
For anything
that I may have done in learning what I now know.
Anything I may have done in becoming the person I now am.
Who were you before?
No one that matters to you.
I want everything that comes next to be disconnected from what came before.
I have my own reasons.
Can you do that?
Did you know him?
Morgan Bote.
Yes, I did.
So you can imagine how news of his murder hit the community.
A lot of very dangerous people are awake
all over the world, listening close for a name.
You say it to me,
I recede back into the dark.
And all those monsters come looking for their revenge.
And they won't stop till they get it.
Do you understand what I'm saying, Marcia?
I think I do, Pete.
There are two kinds of people who witness a murder.
The innocent kind and the other kind.
All these monsters I'm talking about,
they may get curious about which kind you are.
Immunity from prosecution is a matter of a few phone calls.
But from people like me, there's no such thing.
I guess what I'm saying is,
whatever it is you think you're gonna gain from this,
whoever it is that you think you're doing this for, you better be sure.
Because there's no going back.
Yeah.
That thought has occurred to me.
Make whatever calls you need to, please.
And then I will tell you everything.
She says your name, that's the end.
You'll sleep with one eye open for the rest of your life.
Which won't be long.
Or?
Or...
she says a different name,
one that solves all your problems.
What name?
Mine.
She'll tell a story...
that an estranged former protégé of Bote's
came back from the dead because someone took his daughter away.
Baba Ghor Ghori.
This monster of Bote's making.
And he came looking for revenge against any man who had anything to do with it.
He got Bote.
He got Faraz Hamzad.
He came looking for you, and you got him.
Why would she do this?
Because in exchange, I get the antidote,
a bag of cash and she and I both go free.
Is that all?
No, that is not all, is it?
The men who took her away, they told her a secret.
That she was not his daughter at all.
- What does this mean? - What are you doing?
She was there...
with Faraz Hamzad, when your men came in shooting.
What does this mean, she was not your daughter at all?
Belour's daughter.
She was Faraz Hamzad's daughter?
She was looking for answers...
about where she came from.
Who she was.
Answers to questions I told her she was not allowed to ask.
She was finding them, and you killed her.
- What are you doing? - Why are you telling me this?
I want the body.
I wanna say goodbye to her.
To put her to rest someplace she belongs.
- Why would you tell me this? - What is that supposed to mean?
- That I'm responsible for such a thing... - A place where I belong?
...and then ask me to believe you harbor no anger towards me?
You had him! What the fuck is wrong with you?
No anger?
All there is in me is anger.
You wanna play the game against me,
and all that prevents me from snapping your neck
is a lie good enough to get my hands free.
Any other day, you play that game with me, you'd never see it coming.
But not today.
No.
No, not today.
Why?
I made a promise...
to make it out of here alive.
I have to.
I wanna keep it.
Cowards want, Dad.
Men owe.
Isn't that what you told me?
I kill you,
your men kill me,
I've broken the promise.
A promise made to whom?
You made promises to me.
To my wife.
Your wife is dead.
- You made promises to Mom. - Marcia Dixon.
I thought she was someone who did not matter.
She matters to me.
You would call yourself the murderer of your mentor,
you would forgo vengeance against the man you believe murdered your own child...
for life with this woman?
I would.
Get me a phone.
I'll tell her to do what I offered, so long as you do what I asked.
You told me there was nothing that you wouldn't give up for me.
I'm sorry.
You fucking coward.
I'm sorry.
Call your wife.
There you are.
I was deputized to find you.
You found me.
Okay if I sit?
It's your bench.
Suppose it is.
Listen, Zoe,
the moment I start trying to talk you into marrying my son,
I feel like we've crossed some kind of a line
you probably want to keep a good distance from, so I'm not gonna--
I'm gonna marry your son.
I just...
I don't know. I just needed a minute.
I prepared a whole thing though.
What if I'm not made for this?
You're worried you don't love him enough?
Don't ask me that. That isn't fair. I just...
I'm not even sure I know what that word means.
Of course you don't.
It doesn't mean anything.
It is a fiction without substance,
used to sell greeting cards and facilitate musical theater
and to mitigate the terror
of making yourself vulnerable before another human being.
Life is hard.
Comfort has value, trust has value.
If you are waiting for some kind of magical light to turn on
before you let yourself commit to a partner...
you could be waiting for a very,
very, very long time.
Hello?
I'm here. Did you find the guy?
Yeah.
Yeah, he's just outside.
You okay?
I'm here.
Uh, yeah, I...
I have the guy making phone calls to buy time, like you said.
Li-Listen.
I think we have a deal here.
Okay.
When the guy gets back, you know what to say, right?
I do.
And this thing I'm gonna say to him, you know what that means, right?
I do.
This guy, he threatened me with a... with a lifetime of trouble.
He had no idea that I came in here knowing that was the price to pay,
being more than ready to pay it.
Hold on, Zoe.
The deal is off.
Someone has moved against me.
I have not the time to determine whether you are part of it.
So I will assume it and proceed accordingly.
Let's go.
He is all yours.
You don't know me...
...but I have always known you.
From the moment I began.
Did you give the order?
Yes, we'll eliminate the Dixon woman
but there will be severe collateral damage.
We've lost touch with the Meshbahar facility.
I was asked to appear before the cartel principals to explain.
Today collateral damage is not a concern.
A long time ago,
Captain Pavlovich's entire unit was massacred in a place called Meshbahar.
When he came home, he went to the families of the murdered men...
and he told them that he would see to their needs.
And to the futures of their now fatherless children.
I was just a boy when I was first told about an American
who had murdered my father.
Gutted him like an animal
from his belly...
all the way to his throat.
I'm so glad that you are here.
That isn't terribly flattering.
My issue isn't with your appearance.
- I meant him. - This isn't a fucking joke.
This is serious.
- Why are you here, Harold? - I know about the cartel, Marion.
I know about the Meshbahar Deposit.
I know that you are involved with all of it, somehow, and I need some answers.
What kind of answers are you in need of?
I believe Suleyman Pavlovich just sent mercs into Afghanistan
and slaughtered a village full of women and children.
What is the nature of your relationship with him?
This cartel was conceived to terrorize the US economy.
What's your relationship with it?
That's not why you're here.
For fuck's sake.
Please, tell me why I'm here.
I'm very sorry about what happened to Morgan Bote.
I know he meant a great deal to you.
I think you're here because you believe you owe it to him to be here.
Are you saying what I think you're saying?
I'm trying to offer you my condolences. What do you think I'm saying?
I know that Pavlovich had a hand in that hit.
What is the nature of your relationship to all this?
I didn't have anything to do with killing Bote, and you know it.
- How do I know that? - Because I am telling you.
That's why.
We had our differences.
I thought his worldview misguided, his tactics shortsighted, and his...
his values twisted.
And for what it's worth, I never thought he was particularly nice to you.
And if I had decided to eliminate him for any of those reasons,
decency would demand that I tell you so.
But I didn't.
And you don't owe him this.
Finishing his projects for him?
It won't bring him back, and it won't change the way he felt about you either.
Thirty years ago, I'd have fallen for that hook, line and sinker,
and let you charge up the hill and take the high ground without firing a shot.
A few days ago, I would've played dumb for a while
and waited for you to make a mistake.
But, honestly, I'm fucking tired.
My friends are in trouble.
The world is hanging by a thread, and I don't have time for this shit right now.
Are we gonna talk, or do you wanna keep fucking around?
You want to talk?
Talk.
Partnership, that has value.
Provides things. It could teach you things.
There's all sorts of things this family can teach you.
What kind of things?
Let's get you married first. There'll be plenty of time for all that.
Zoe?
Yeah?
Harold Harper sent me to make sure you're okay.
Seems like you're okay.
Yeah.
Great.
Now, the next part is gonna happen fast.
Harold tells me you're fully up to speed.
Are you coming?
I just told you.
I don't have a relationship with Suleyman Pavlovich...
- Then what is happening in this picture? - ...anymore.
- Why? What happened? - Because... He doesn't need me.
That's why.
He has control of the Meshbahar Deposit.
- You were helping him-- - Helping?
I brought him into it.
He seemed to fit as a partner for muscle and infrastructure.
But Faraz Hamzad would not entertain any of our offers.
It seemed preordained that the Meshbahar Deposit would be developed
with American partners for American interests.
And I didn't understand why until you called me
and said, "Help me rescue Angela Adams."
And it all became painfully clear.
He needed the Americans to find his daughter.
Ah.
So, you figured maybe Johnny and I weaken Hamzad.
Scare him.
Then he reconsiders his position and decides to partner with Beijing?
You say that like it would've been a bad plan.
I know it's been a long time since you decided to side with these people,
but I'm still trying to get my head around it.
I was born here. I know the flag may have changed.
A hell of a lot more than the flag has changed in Hong Kong.
- I'm sure you know that. - This is my home.
I have roots here, and that matters to me more than the rest of it.
I know what Chinese intelligence would demand of a former British spook
before they would trust her.
This place was paid for with the lives of British spies whose covers you burned.
The more you rationalize, the more I know you're holding back.
Answer the goddamn question.
What is your role in all of this?
I wanted to weaken Hamzad, but I didn't only want to weaken Hamzad.
Well, what else did you want?
I told you what I wanted.
You told me? When did you tell me?
When you called me from Afghanistan, what did I tell you I wanted?
You told me you wanted dinner. Stop bullshitting me.
I wanted dinner, but I didn't only want dinner with you.
What does that mean?
Pavlovich was a good partner, for muscle and infrastructure.
But to exploit the Meshbahar Deposit for years, decades,
and to keep it stable,
you need another kind of partner.
You need a person connected to the people there.
You need a Hamzad.
I was helping you rescue Parwana Hamzad,
because I wanted you to introduce me to Parwana Hamzad.
What?
A woman with American ties. Panjshir tribal ties.
Counterintelligence training from one of the very best in the world.
And how many languages does she speak?
Is it really so hard to imagine how valuable a partner
somebody like that could've been?
You thought I would help you cultivate Angela as a Chinese asset?
Harold, the government that you devoted your life to turned on you.
Called you a monster.
It's so unthinkable you might be open to some new ideas?
No one in the history of the world
has ever been more grateful for a divorce than I am right now.
Now who's deflecting?
Angela was my daughter in every way that matters.
I don't know what the fuck you are at this point,
but I wouldn't have let you within 1,000 miles of her.
Yes?
Hello?
Do you know why I'm calling you?
Did you miss me?
What was that?
That was Suleyman Pavlovich.
I thought you said you didn't have a relationship with him
- anymore. - I don't.
So I'm forced to wonder how terrified he must be to have made that call,
and what's he so terrified of.
It will end like I always hoped it would.
That I will look into your face as you experience what he experienced.
My father's name was Leonid Fedotov.
I barely knew him except for as a ghost in my nightmares,
pleading with me to get to this moment.
To slay the monster who took him from his family.
There is no problem at Meshbahar.
Yet we are all hearing reports to the contrary...
The details vary, but there was intense fighting at the site.
Are you saying all these reports are in error?
As I said, there is no problem at Meshbahar.
A local militia with no warning and superior firepower...
These reports too are untrue?
Skirmishes with local bandits are not uncommon...
my men are trained for exactly this.
I assure you...
the situation will be stabilized quickly...
if not already.
Sir, I have credible intelligence
suggesting that you have lost control of the facility entirely.
If this is true, whomever has taken it from you
can cause all manner of disruption and damage to this body.
Do you have any idea who's behind this attack?