* * (indistinct conversations)
What's the problem, Don?
We were supposed to get welcome mai tais.
Brochure said "upon arrival."
I'm sure someone can get you one.
You see the line at the bar?
Hey, relax. We made it.
We're just gonna kick back and finally unwind.
Everyone, move back immediately!
Clear the place out! Move folks, move. Out the way.
HPD coming through.
HPD! Hands where I can see 'em.
Easy, now.
* *
We got reports of gunshots. Who alerted you to them?
No one did. Okay. Then how did you get in here,
Special Agent Tennant?
I was invited... by the victim.
Arrived moments after he was shot.
Is he connected to an NCIS case?
Not that I know of.
It's likely the suspect's still nearby.
Captain Akana. Special Agents Holman, Tara, NCIS.
We're taking her with us.
I just have a few more questions. Look, Captain,
I understand you are just doing your job,
but you checked my weapon and it hasn't been discharged.
So... I'm not suggesting you killed him.
What are you suggesting?
Just keep us informed, okay?
Absolutely.
Thanks, guys. Sure.
Who is he?
Oliver Price. Called this morning, said he had intel
for my eyes only.
So I came.
Without alerting the team?
Didn't know what I'd be walking into.
All right.
Two in the chest, one in the head.
No shell casings. Mozambique drill.
Yeah, this was a professional hit.
You never met Price before?
I have no idea who he is.
He knows you.
Or at least a version of you.
JESSE: Who the hell is Jane Padilla? KAI: It's an old alias.
It's probably from Tennant's CIA days.
JESSE: Probably? She didn't say?
No, she wasn't in a chatty mood.
KAI: Yeah, like she was hiding something.
We knew she didn't kill
this Oliver Price guy.
She's clearly in danger. KAI: This has bad
CIA vibes all over it.
(clears throat) Eyes and ears forward, please.
Instead of prognosticating on our boss' secrets,
let's focus on the dead man in the hotel room. Oliver Price.
Disgraced MI6 operative.
Now he's freelance.
Known for taking any job, no matter how shady.
Price was equally unpopular
with employers and targets alike.
KAI: Any of these employers or targets
at the Bayside Inn today? It's hard to say.
I did get our suspect on CCTV, but it won't do much good.
Why can't we see him clearly?
(scoffs) Infrared LEDs.
They overwhelm the photo diodes of the cameras.
Yeah, in other words, our killer knows what he's doing.
What's Tennant got to do with it? (phone dings)
Hey. Tennant.
She needs me in the lair.
You're just showing up
in all sorts of places today.
HPD find any clues what Price wanted from me?
You already know they haven't, and neither have Kai or Lucy.
What about you? Not much.
The killer cleaned the room out of everything of interest.
Not everything.
Where did you get this?
Price's room.
There a reason you didn't share with the team?
I will. When I know more.
Can you figure out what the numbers mean?
I feel like I have to note that you're acting cagey.
How long have we known each other?
Long enough to notice subtle changes in your behavior,
let alone seismic ones. What gives?
I don't know Oliver Price.
The passport is an old alias.
But I don't how he got it.
And the rest is classified.
I've got the highest clearance.
This lair is a safe space.
My jellyfish do not gossip.
They're-they're not real.
Just look up the numbers. Okay.
Numbers. Numbers.
Got it.
It's routing numbers for a Venezuelan bank account.
Any more details? Inflows, outflows, who has access?
(sighs) Got to go through FinCEN for those details.
You want me to?
That's procedure.
Yeah, but do you want me to?
Follow procedure? Yes.
All righty. I'm submitting a request with FinCEN.
It'll take a beat.
Hey, out of curiosity,
this bank account ring any bells for you?
I don't want to say anything to compromise your position.
That's a yes.
(door closes)
Hey, Mom.
What's most of the periodic table made out of?
Squares.
What? If I answer, how will you learn?
Well, why don't we try and find out?
Look it up in the book, baby.
Hey, can I have some friends over? That's up
to your dad. You guys got to go to his place tonight.
What? Why?
Something came up at work and let's just skip the part
where we have an argument, okay?
Pick up Thai on the way.
The good place? Of course.
Go get your stuff.
(doors close)
(line ringing)
(sighs)
First proper meal I've had in five days.
Then you could probably use this, too.
It's just good to be out of Syria.
Is it as screwed as I think?
Did you at least get Hamdi?
No.
And the extraction team?
The compound was supposed to be empty.
Hamdi and... and maybe one of his men.
Look, it was a trap,
but at least you're safe. Am I?
Hamdi knows it was me.
I'm compromised.
He'll send everyone.
Adrian, look,
you're family, okay?
I am here to help with next steps.
Passage out of Cyprus.
It's enough money to keep you comfortable and safe.
I don't know what to say, Janey.
It's good to know you still have my back after everything.
That's what we do.
For family.
We?
Janey.
I hoped it would be you.
It's really nice to see you.
How have you been? You look good.
I'm here to talk about Cyprus.
I look like someone who's been in a cage for a year,
because, you know, I have.
Cyprus, Maggie.
I'm not gonna lie. It has been hard, lonely.
So tedious.
But rightfully so. I'm paying for my sins.
I'm not doing this.
Yeah, but you're here, Janey.
So either some small part of you misses me,
or some
bigger part of you needs something.
Either way, I'm gonna need something, too.
How are they?
Julie is the star forward of her soccer team.
Oh, wow.
And Alex is going to the Naval Academy.
Alex.
That kid.
God.
He is full of surprises.
KAI: I went through the list of associates who might
want to harm Price.
None of them are even remotely near Oahu.
Yeah, I've gone through all HPD's interviews
with hotel guests and staff.
No witnesses, no evidence.
Our suspect's a ghost.
If it wasn't so annoying... It'd be impressive.
Anyway, why don't you break it to Tennant,
you know, since you're her favorite.
I think it would have more gravitas
coming from you, you know, her-her senior agent, so...
(laughs)
Rock, paper, scissor.
All right.
Aah!
Two out of three? No, no. Y...
Excuse me.
Who are you?
Sorry. Uh, I get engrossed in my work.
Supervisory Agent John Swift, OSP.
OSP. That's, uh, Office of Special Projects?
We handle gray area cases.
For instance, Jane Tennant's involvement
in yesterday's murder.
Nothing special about that.
The Hawai'i NCIS SAC
was found standing over the body
of a former MI6 agent, who had a copy
of a fake passport with her photo on it.
Probably warrants an inquiry. Plus, she's missing.
Uh, she's not missing. She... Really?
She booked a flight to Colorado last night
and has been unreachable.
But I'm open to your interpretation
of what that means.
Either of you know that Tennant checked in
into ADX Florence to meet with...
...you know who? Hi. You are?
Supervisory Agent John Swift, Office of Special Projects.
I'm partnering in the... your investigation.
Investigation of Tennant? Partnering?
I like to think of us as partners.
I'm senior partner.
Now, why don't you
fill me in
on, uh... you know who.
This has been a true pleasure.
Does my heart good to know our family is doing well.
We are no longer family, Maggie.
I am only here because
I do not have a choice.
Cyprus?
The house account that we set up
for our old friend
is empty,
so, someone knows. Well, it wasn't me.
As you know, I've been sort of tied up for a while.
Then who?
I couldn't say.
Does the name Oliver Price mean anything to you?
Not a thing. Only...
you, me and Creel had access to the account.
Well... that's it?
This shouldn't be coming up now.
Only three people know about this.
One is dead, you're here,
and I would never dredge this up.
I'm sorry, Janey.
For everything.
Maggie.
Thought you were back home.
You don't seem happy to see me.
Course I am.
Kidding, Adrian.
Our friends at the Puzzle Palace
would like to know why this op fell one step shy
of the Bay of Pigs.
And you know what, frankly, so would I.
He's claiming that he was played.
Not claiming.
So, we're not past denials then?
Information was bad, my intel.
MAGGIE: Seven men are dead.
Hamdi knew our team was coming.
Knew every move they would make.
Had militia waiting. That's more than bad intel.
Wait. You don't think I did something.
(scoffs) That's madness.
Jane, would you just...
We know it was you, Creel.
Not the best time to go radio silent.
Guess you know about my trip.
To see Maggie Shaw?
Yeah, 'cause it's connected to Oliver Price's murder?
You have three agents at your disposal. What can we do?
Nothing.
JESSE: What do you mean, nothing?
TENNANT: Hey, there.
Jane Tennant.
I've heard so much about you.
John Swift, OSP. Please.
(sighs)
How can I help you?
It's more what I can do for you.
Spent yesterday morning with a dead British operative,
spent this morning with the most notorious double agent
in recent CIA history.
Not really your usual style.
Well, you don't know me.
Jane Tennant. Three Medals of Merit,
first female SAC at Pearl.
And a very impressive, if redacted, intelligence career.
I know you, too, John Swift.
By reputation.
Ex-CIA.
Ex-FBI counterintel.
Then joined NCIS to-- I don't know--
annoy me?
Let's start with Maggie Shaw, shall we?
Conversation was personal, lots of family talk.
And then, vague. Something about Cyprus.
And a house account.
Care to explain?
I would not.
Yeah, I knew you'd say that.
Then you know what I'm gonna say next.
That you have no intention of sharing
any information with me.
And you know what I'm gonna say.
That I'm removed from the Oliver Price case
and my duties as SAC
until the matter is...
resolved.
I'll do you one better.
I'm taking vacation.
I'll be out of your hair.
Just don't go too far.
Yeah.
LUCY: That go okay? Peachy.
Yeah? 'Cause that was pretty short,
and Swift is still in your office.
It's his now. For the time being.
I'm off the case. I'm taking some vacation.
What the hell did he do?
His job.
And so should you.
Okay?
That doesn't look like a woman who's going on vacation.
ALEX: We're just going
on a trip with Dad in the middle of the week?
Spontaneous, right? Fun.
Spontaneous is not what we do.
We're going to the Big Island to see a volcano,
and I don't have to take my chem test.
I say roll with it.
(laughs)
How bad is it?
Look, everything's okay.
All right, just go to your dad's, keep an eye on Julie.
And we'll be back together soon.
Okay?
I hear the words, but I see your expression.
Alex, I'm really gonna need your help on this one.
Julie, come on. Time to go.
(whispers): Be careful.
(door closes) Kate.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
It's okay. You got a lot going on.
Lucy says you were suspended.
Did you look into the bank?
A friend who works out of the FBI field office in Brazil
says money was withdrawn from the Caracas account
in person at the bank.
No digital record available.
What'll it take to find out?
Well, we send a disclosure request
and have an agent follow up in person.
Only if that agent is you.
(laughs)
Oh, you're serious?
This is a sensitive matter.
You're former DIA.
I mean...
I guess I could go.
And I'll come, too. Uh, I'm not sure
how I'd clear that with the bosses.
You don't.
(sighs) Look, Kate, if you're uncomfortable with it...
I'm deeply uncomfortable with it.
But I assume you're going to Caracas no matter what.
So I'll come, too.
Provided you don't keep me in the dark.
I'll tell you as much as I can when we're there.
Okay. Okay.
Let's figure out how we're getting there.
Already handled. We leave tonight.
* *
(sighs) Thanks.
(man speaking Spanish)
English, yes? Please.
What brings you so far from home today?
My account was emptied yesterday.
I'd like to know by whom.
I have copies of official disclosure requests
from the U.S. State Department.
I'm sure that's unnecessary.
I can tell you who emptied the account.
It was you, Ms. Padilla.
On Friday.
You presented us with your passport
and left with $212,000 in cash.
Everything in order.
Um, you have a photocopy of that passport?
Of course.
As you can see, everything in order.
* *
Please tell me this isn't our hotel. Not quite yet.
That's a relief.
Listen, I'm, uh,
pretty sure those guys are following us.
Cheap suits? Sensible shoes?
They're all SEBIN. Secret police.
Been on us since the airport.
Okay, and we're just... we're cool with that?
Want them to think we are.
(man speaking Spanish)
Jane.
What a... surprise.
Um...
I'm happy to see you.
And you brought a friend. Hi.
Only one lie in that statement.
I...
I, um, don't know what you mean.
I'm the last person you want to see.
No.
There's never a bad time to see cherished clients.
Tea? Answers.
Tell me about Jane Padilla.
Okay.
I can tell that you're in a mood.
But you know what always helps?
Tea.
Yeah. Oh, oh, oh!
Ooh. (stammers)
That's a, um... a strong grip there, friend.
Jane Padilla.
Don't look to her. Look to me.
You created a passport for me 12 years ago.
(grunts) Jane Padilla.
And then you reissued it to someone else. No.
I have never reissued an identity in my life.
That's lie number two. You get three.
Oh, okay. Yes, I see now.
Uh, someone must have forged my forgery.
It happens all the time.
(groaning)
Can I have my arm... can I have my arm back, please?
That's your work, Marty.
I would never betray a client, okay?
Let alone one as, uh...
connected as you.
What do you think, Kate?
That's definitely a lie. Yeah.
(shouts, groans)
Okay, okay, stop, please.
(groans, sighs)
Okay.
That hurt my feelings.
She came to me last week.
She who?
I don't know her name.
Um, she called herself Jane.
But she was with a man-- Oliver Price.
He had the money. Enough for ten identities.
And you gave them mine? I didn't give it to them.
They already knew it.
Your alias, your real name, Mag...
Maggie Shaw and Creel.
They knew everything.
I didn't have a choice.
You still don't.
Where is she now?
Why would Tennant be in Caracas?
She wouldn't.
No, but she is, along with Kate.
Kate texted me. What?
They went to check out that bank.
Mm-hmm. The account belongs to Tennant
or maybe an alias of hers, at least.
What else did Whistler say? Nothing. She just had to go.
I tried to call, but it went to voicemail.
What is going on? ERNIE: Skullduggery,
chicanery, deception.
Spycraft, my friends, as old as civilization itself.
Bank account-- completely empty, but it used to have millions.
We're through the looking glass.
Black is white. White is black.
Yes, we get it. CIA stuff.
Tennant had access to this account.
But the money isn't hers.
This is a slush fund set up by the government
for covert ops. JESSE: Okay,
any idea who emptied it?
Not yet, but I was able
to track a wire transfer
that went straight to our dead man, Oliver Price.
So Price was in Caracas, right?
He gets paid by Tennant's secret account,
and then somehow he ends up dead in a hotel
on the island looking for her.
We got to get to Caracas right now.
Boss needs our help.
No one's going anywhere.
Except you, Agent Boone. My office.
It's Tennant's office.
You're senior agent here, right?
Yes, but that's got nothing...
You don't act like it.
Grabbing your gear like some rookie to do what, exactly?
Help Tennant. How?
By getting yourself arrested or killed?
Because of your boss?
Yeah, she's more than just our boss.
I don't doubt she's a friend.
But friends don't let other friends commit crimes.
Tennant hasn't committed a crime.
Not acting like she's innocent of any, either.
I'm not a babysitter.
I'm not the one they send in when everything's okay.
I'm the other guy.
There's a murder to solve here
that Tennant may or may not be involved in.
That is what your team needs to do.
With all due respect, Agent Swift,
no.
Then you're benched.
I'm sorry, what?
Reassigned.
Indexing cold cases.
Either get along or go along.
Now.
(baby crying in distance)
Not much to look at, huh?
Generally clean, generally safe.
I've been in worse. This feels like we're not heading back
to Hawai'i any time soon.
Well, you have a flight in the morning.
I'm gonna go check out that address
that Marty gave me. Need to find
the woman who's been using my alias.
I've got to run an errand. I'll be back soon with dinner.
No, that wasn't the agreement.
You said you wanted to get information from the bank.
I saw the logic. But you have no authority
to go looking for a suspect in Venezuela.
It's not that simple, Kate.
It's exactly that simple.
Maggie Shaw?
Marty mentioned her and someone named Creel.
Okay. All right.
I'll tell you.
It was Syria, years ago. Start of the war.
Maggie and I ran an asset. Adrian Creel.
He did some business. Never knew what kind,
but he claimed to be a patriot.
Said he wanted to help take out some very bad people.
Sounds shady.
It was. He was.
That's who you work with in intelligence.
Adrian's intel was always solid.
He'd proven himself many times.
So, in return, we funded him.
Off the books so it was never traced back to the U.S.
That's what the account was for.
So, thinking Creel's responsible for all this now?
That's impossible.
Creel's dead.
Jane, please, put it away.
Tell her. So we can have a proper conversation.
How about the truth first, Adrian?
It's a business of chance.
You both know that.
I can't be responsible for what others do.
This wasn't chance.
You fed us bad intel and seven men died.
It's not my fault.
Now, we all...
we all take risks.
You cooperating with Hamdi was an epic risk.
He knew our every move.
That's not what... I was used. I...
Okay, okay! Okay.
Yes.
The information was bad.
And I knew it.
I didn't have a choice.
They were going to kill me.
And the money?
What money?
That they paid you.
How much was your betrayal worth?
No, I-I w-I would never...
Because you can't have it both ways.
He either bribed you or he coerced you.
Either way, we don't care.
Go ahead, put him Wait...
out of his misery. Don't! Don't!
What's up, guys?
Hey, we're real sorry you got benched.
Yeah, and Swift made it clear we can't
talk to you about the case.
But Ernie's got some hot goss.
But we can't tell you.
All right, I'm starting to think I should just
go back to my filing. Stay.
At least until tea is ready.
I don't really dig tea.
You'll dig this tea. Not some prepackaged bag,
but loose leaf.
And, of course, some of the leaves may leak
into the cup.
The bank account is the tea bag,
and I've torn open the bag to reveal the leaves,
because the leaves
are diffuse.
Uh...
Yeah, no idea. Ugh!
You guys are the worst!
I don't know who emptied the account,
but I was able to track other debits from years ago.
Hundreds of thousands of dollars sent
to a dummy NGO in Syria.
Actually cover for CIA covert ops.
Target was warlord Ahmed Hamdi.
He was supposed to be taken into custody.
And you're thinking Tennant was involved? She was.
And Maggie Shaw.
Which is why Tennant visited her in prison.
So what happened on this op?
Total disaster. Hamdi wasn't even there.
But his fighters were.
Eight operatives went in, one survived.
None other than our favorite snack-eating mystery man.
Charlie 1. LUCY: You think Tennant knows
Charlie 1 was involved?
It's impossible to say.
We need to find out more info,
and since Tennant's not talking, we got to get creative.
I'll check out her house and I'll see if
she's got anything hidden there.
You're just gonna break in? Ow.
He won't break in. I have a key.
In case of emergency. This counts.
I'm not sure she's gonna see it that way. JESSE: Listen,
boss has herself tied up
into something really big, and she needs us,
even if she doesn't know it yet. Well, I mean...
Hey. (clears throat)
Oh, you're back.
Yeah. Got us something to eat.
Yeah, enough for, like, six people.
Expecting company?
Well, you never know when you'll be back in Caracas,
so I wanted to give you the full culinary experience.
And what's in there?
Oh, just some stuff I need.
Is that a grenade? Flash bang.
Stun grenades. Look, I-I've been keeping my piece here,
but it would be completely irresponsible for me
to let you move forward with whatever this is.
Makes complete sense.
You are a rational, intelligent agent, Kate.
I'd expect nothing less.
And you're right.
I shouldn't be doing this. No,
you shouldn't.
Okay, so, you know, maybe we just...
What the hell?!
A long time ago I made a mistake.
And I need to fix it. Alone.
There's enough food for a couple days.
Water, too. I'm sorry.
Tennant.
I know.
(indistinct chatter)
("Barlovento" by Ignacio Bermudez playing)
Gracias.
* *
(speaking Spanish)
(door opens)
(floorboard creaks)
(grunting)
Easy there, tiger.
Charlie 1.
I'm surprised you're not more surprised to see me.
In Tennant's house, yes.
On the island, we kinda figured.
And what'd you figure?
That you're involved in Oliver Price's murder.
The infrared LEDs. The professional work.
I figure you killed him and it had something to do
with a raid that went sideways in Syria.
My whole team getting killed's a little bit more than sideways.
Was Price involved in the raid?
No. Then why did you kill him?
I'm not saying I did.
But if I did, it was only to protect Tennant.
He was coming to get her. Why?
If she didn't say, I'm not gonna.
She said enough. She told us about Creel.
Nice try.
If she had, you wouldn't be breaking into her house.
I didn't break into her house. I had a key.
Anyway, she's in Caracas, you're not. Tells me everything.
Where you going?
To Caracas. Tennant needs help.
You know I can't let you go.
You're a suspect in a homicide
and I'm not convinced you're the good guy here.
If I wasn't you would be dead.
That doesn't help your cause.
I know this is hard for you. I made it easier.
I took your weapon.
What are you gonna do?
Turn around and get on your knees.
Count to ten.
One, two...
Ten.
(phone dings)
Got a minute to chat?
Or are you going someplace?
Because that text seems important.
No. It's fine. Good.
Everything happening with your boss
has me reflecting on my past.
I was in intelligence, too.
Oh, yeah? That's a coincidence.
Yeah, stationed in Libya back in the day.
Worked with the rebels.
Asset of ours was tortured and murdered.
Her body left at her house for her family to find.
That's brutal. Yeah.
My chief of station took it hard.
Well, we all did, but he was close with this woman,
wanted retribution,
and in his haste, he acted.
Killed a man he thought was responsible.
But he was wrong.
The man was innocent, and it ruined him.
Emotion
has no part in our work.
Friendship only clouds the truth.
If Tennant is innocent... She is.
let the facts bear it out.
Work with me.
Not against me.
That means no more secret kitchen meetings
or sneaking into Tennant's house.
How did you know about... I just do, Agent Boone.
I also know that if we work together
we can help Tennant through whatever mess she's in.
What do you say?
(phone vibrates)
Come on.
Oh. (exhales)
Lucy. Kate, where have you been?
Uh, Tennant cuffed me to a post,
but it's not important.
Sounds kind of important.
Tennant went off on her own. She's...
Ow. She's in trouble.
Keep your hands where they are.
(grunts softly)
How can I help you?
Answers. Why are you impersonating me?
Who put you up to it and where are they now?
You don't want to do this. And why is that?
(both grunting)
(shouting)
(gasping)
Don't.
Just don't.
Drop the gun. Get in the car.
No.
It's not choice.
Whatever's gonna happen's gonna happen.
(rapid gunfire)
(grunts)
Hello, stranger.
(gunshot) Charlie, no!
Damn it.
Got a funny way of saying thank you for saving your life.
Thank you.
Okay, define "bag of guns."
Uh, a lot of them.
KAI: You don't know where she went?
She's uh, she's looking for the woman
who's impersonating her somewhere in Caracas.
Wait, can't Ernie track her phone?
LUCY: Her phone's turned off, Kate.
Have Ernie turn it back on remotely.
Ernie isn't magic.
The phone's off, it's off.
But I can locate where it was
before it turned off.
Okay, um, whatever she's doing,
it's-it's best we don't tell Swift.
Uh... Uh, it's
a little late for that.
Hello, Agent Whistler.
Agent Swift. Uh,
nice to, um... Yeah.
We don't really know what Tennant intends to do.
Bag of guns, phone off.
Yeah, doesn't look good.
We just need to find her.
And Charlie 1 is probably already there.
Charlie 1? Really? ERNIE: I got something.
Tennant's phone turned on three times
in the last two hours.
Just for a moment, then it turns back off again.
GPS coordinates are at
the edge of the city, but then I lose her.
Give me Tennant's last location.
LUCY: Kate's not up to it.
She got herself handcuffed to a kitchen post.
Yeah, and I got myself out.
You are unarmed and you don't know Spanish
and you don't know where you're going.
You got a better idea?
(clears throat)
You're gonna do great.
TENNANT: We don't have time for this.
There is always time to stave off infection.
(sighs)
Why are you here?
Ahmed Hamdi.
Syria, 12 years ago.
You were there?
I was the only one who walked away.
I had no idea.
Operation was compartmented.
You didn't know our identities, we didn't know yours.
But I was sure you guys screwed it up.
I tried for years to find out who was involved.
Wanted to know who sent us to die.
When did you realize that it was me?
Few days ago.
Got wind Oliver Price was digging into ancient history.
Started tracking him, and that's when
your name came up from the old op.
I didn't know that it was a trap. I know.
It was someone named Creel.
He played us all.
Oliver Price had an agenda.
He wasn't just looking for you. He wanted more.
You talked to him? Briefly.
In a hotel room before I took him out.
Okay, see, I wish you hadn't, because
I would have liked to question him.
He didn't give me a choice.
Well, any idea what he wanted from me?
Feels like he wanted to bring you here.
I think Creel sent him.
That's not possible.
Don't! Just don't.
I'll do anything. I'll go back to Hamdi.
I-I can be a double agent.
Please, Janey.
Please. I'll go away. I'll disappear.
No one will ever know.
It will be like I'm dead.
Stop talking!
Janey,
this isn't you. (groans)
Maggie, he's getting away!
It's okay. Don't we need him?
It's okay.
Creel is lost now.
(car door closes)
(engine starts)
Maggie.
There was no way she was letting him get away.
She did what I couldn't.
That's cold-blooded. I dig it.
Yeah?
Well, you were the only other person
who knows what we did.
Someone else wants to dig it all up.
And whoever it is, they know everything.
About Creel, the secret account.
Now they want me.
Well...
we're not gonna let 'em have you.
We need to find out who's behind this.
We will, but only once you're safe.
I'm so close.
To getting yourself killed?
No, Jane Tennant.
I came all the way here to keep you safe.
And that's exactly what I am gonna...
(gunshot)
Ch-Charlie. Charlie.
Hello, Janey.
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