(crickets chirping)
*
ADULT ANGELA: When I was a little girl,
I imagined there was nothing you were afraid of.
No measure of distance between us that might cause you concern.
No depth of silence that might compel you to speak.
You were inaccessible.
You were remote.
You were a fantasy.
ABBEY: Is your work finished?
ANGELA: I don't understand it.
You're not trying hard enough.
I am trying.
I'm afraid.
What could you possibly have to be afraid of?
That Daddy will die.
That both of them will.
That I'm asking too many questions.
That it will be my fault.
ABBEY: Get your head out of your ass, Adams.
- Open your eyes. - (monitor beeping steadily)
- (monitor continues beeping) - (music playing in distance)
JULIAN: You serve?
Excuse me?
Were you in the military before Langley?
Yeah. Why do you ask?
- (traffic passing in distance) - Just asking.
Where'd you serve?
Fort Huachuca, few years.
Fort Drum before that.
Get out. I was with the 10th.
Yeah?
Uh, for a bit. Before JSOC.
Small world.
You were JSOC?
Yeah.
MIKE: Hey.
What's up?
You remember last summer--
the guy who came to the center.
Leukemia,
maybe he was about 24, 25.
He'd started a landscaping business.
I remember him talking about that feeling.
The sun in the morning.
Tending to the world.
I found myself thinking about that today.
What are you talking about, man?
Something doesn't feel right out there.
- Shit. What'd you see? - Nothing.
But maybe it's the wrong kind of nothing.
(indistinct conversations on the street)
(phone rings)
This is Waters.
Yeah, he's here.
Well, let's talk about our expectations
for the next few hours.
Is he talking to Hamzad?
CHASE: No, he's talking to the men
who are holding Emily.
He's trying to figure out what exactly they want.
If I knew something about Faraz Hamzad
that maybe you didn't know,
now would be the time to tell you, though, right?
Sure, yeah.
So, back on the island, with his lawyer.
She said she could get me out of all this.
And I said to her... I asked her
if she could guarantee that Hamzad
would support whatever she was offering.
And...
she kind of made a face.
- She made a face? - Y-You said to watch for
the little things that might suggest bigger things, and...
and, uh, well, I-I'm saying that-that...
that she might be indicating that there's some tension
between her and her client,
and if there's tension, maybe-maybe
- we could use that. - I get it, yeah.
Faraz Hamzad is not a guy
who tolerates disloyal people.
Faraz Hamzad's not a guy who tolerates
the making of vaguely disloyal faces.
You read it wrong.
That was Morgan Bote's man.
Bote's been wanting this whole thing to go away
from the moment it started.
Now he's stepping in to end it himself,
and using Adams-- Emily--
to guarantee that it happens.
Bote told Hamzad to have a plane ready at an airfield nearby.
If you're on it...
he lets Emily go.
If you're not,
he delivers her to Hamzad instead.
I don't know what happens then,
but nothing good.
What?
Hamzad has allies amongst my superiors.
I've been ordered to see it through.
- I can delay it for a bit. - Don't...
No, don't delay it.
Bote's man. Do you know him?
HARPER: Yeah.
Do you trust him, well,
to keep his side of the bargain?
Is he gonna release her once they have me?
Yeah.
Mm. Okay, that's it, that's the ballgame.
(clears throat)
I don't understand.
Well, everyone's getting what they want, so it ends.
You're going home now.
I go home when you go home.
No, you're safe now,
there's no reason for you to stay.
You go back to living your life.
There-there's nothing else you can do?
How can that be?
Uh, the gun to her head--
that's, uh, that's checkmate.
That's a bluff I'm not willing to call.
There has to be another way.
- No, there isn't. - Okay, so, we should be talking about
how to get you back out afterwards,
- what the rescue plan looks like. - Zoe, Zoe.
- You're gonna have to stop... - It doesn't matter
what happens to you after this?
I'm sorry, but it does matter
what happens to you after this.
At a bare minimum, it matters to me
what happens to you after this.
It matters to me whether you make it out alive.
She's my little girl.
I'm sorry for bringing you into this.
I'm sorry this has to be the end of it.
That's a face.
Guess I'll never know what it's indicating, will I?
(grunts softly)
(door opens, closes)
Huh?
YOUNG CHASE: This is happening faster than I thought.
I'm gonna need your help.
And you think she's in danger.
I thought she and Hamzad were inseparable.
They were, until he realized
there were things he didn't know about her.
It's undoing him, I'm telling you, I'm watching it happen.
Jesus.
(scoffs)
I have been funneling guns and cash to this guy
on your say-so,
and now you're saying he's so off the rails
he might actually murder his top advisor,
who also happens to be his wife.
This is...
This is so monumentally fucked-up.
If I offer you any support
in betraying him, and then some day
he actually ends up winning this thing,
we are going to have to answer for that with him.
He can't win without her.
Well, that's not going to be good enough.
I need assurances.
Johnny?
Do you understand what I'm saying?
If I get involved in crossing him...
...I need to know that we're never
going to hear from him again.
Help get us out of here.
And I'll take care of the rest.
(hangs up)
JULIAN: How well do you know Harold Harper?
(clicks tongue) How well?
Do you trust he isn't making a move,
trying to blow this up?
I doubt it. Last thing he wants
is for things to get messy with her in the middle.
You know, I thought I knew most of the guys in private practice
who came from JSOC.
Why have I never heard of you?
We don't work much.
When we do, it's for one client.
You're a personal covert ops unit for Morgan Bote.
Whole CIA was a personal covert ops unit for him at one point.
Trying to tell me this is any different?
This?
You know who she is?
'Cause you should know her, man. You'd like her. She's a cop,
yeah, but I-I've never met a cop
that felt more like one of us.
What the fuck are you trying to say?
Uh, there's things I'm not supposed to understand, right?
Questions I'm not supposed to ask.
But you never got this feeling before?
Like, how on Earth does this one make sense?
MIKE: Hey.
- Yeah. - We okay?
No. I think it's two groups,
a dozen to two dozen men, total,
- they're moving in position now. - You saw that many men outside?
Only saw a few. But they're out there.
- WATERS: How do you know? - Because it would take that many men to cut off the street
from both directions. Which is what I would do.
Now, we need to move before they move in on us,
and we need to wake her up in case we need to move on foot.
*
I assume that was Zoe McDonald back there.
Yeah.
Did you coerce her into being here?
Mm, sorta.
Is she gonna be a problem for me when she leaves?
Problem? What kind of problem?
Does she know things that I need to account for?
Oh, does she know that you're the one
who tried to have me murdered in her kitchen?
No. I didn't mention it.
Why not?
Water under the bridge, Harold. I've moved on.
You're in no danger from her.
My hope is that she goes back to real life once this is done.
Real life.
Yeah.
Uh, I wish her well.
Now let's get on with it.
Azur Maroc Air, flight 31.
Yesterday I was put to a test by Faraz Hamzad.
A test with no questions.
Only a subject.
Azur Maroc Air, flight 31.
I know that you and your wife
escaped to the U.S. on it.
I pulled that needle out of a whole stack of needles,
but it wasn't good enough.
There was something else about that flight
that Faraz Hamzad wanted to know.
Something I couldn't tell him.
What happened on that flight?
What happened on the way to that flight
that prevented you from getting rid of Hamzad
- like I told you to do? - Oh, Harold.
What-what am I still not getting here?
- (scoffs) Are you for real right now? - Hey,
my career, my whole professional life
- is over because of this, and I think I... - My actual life
is about to be over because of it.
Pretty sure I win.
Yeah, I understand there are things
that you would like to know,
battles that we could reenact,
wounds that we could pull apart. It's just not how
I choose to spend my last few moments of sunlight.
So, sometimes there are things
that you don't get to know
before the curtain comes down.
Sorry. You'll live.
I used to spend a day
with each graduating class
at the Academy.
I'd lurk in the background,
looking for the ones that stood out.
One year,
I'm watching this instructor
really give it to a young woman in his class.
Kept calling her Freckles.
She was shorter than the others. I'd barely noticed her all day.
Until I heard this instructor call her Freckles
one too many times,
and she walked right up to him,
stared him dead in the eye... (chuckles)
and knocked him flat on his ass.
(chuckles)
That was the day I took an interest in Angela Adams.
I've always treasured that moment,
the same way I did...
...the birth of my son.
But in the last few days,
that moment has been haunting me.
Raising questions.
Did she share it with you?
Did she share everything with you?
Was it funny to you that this fiction of a person
was so important to me?
She didn't. And it wasn't.
We didn't talk about that part of her life.
Well, I didn't ask, and she, um...
We didn't talk about that, Harold.
Yeah, I bet.
What's that supposed to mean?
Do you think I want to know what happened
on Azur Maroc Air flight 31 because I'm curious?
Uh, because I'm vindictive?
Because I actually give a shit?
I want to know because she's gonna ask me.
When this is all said and done,
it may be the only thing she wants to know in the world.
And she may never rest until she knows it.
She knows what she needs to know
- about me, she knows enough. - This is not gonna be about you.
This is gonna be about your wife.
My wife?
- What are you talking about? - Your wife.
Abbey Chase, Belour Daadfar,
however else you knew her.
Angela is consumed with how little she knows about her.
Couldn't stop poking around in it.
Asking questions. She kept her own identity
a secret from me for almost a decade,
and once her mother's history was raised,
she outed herself in a matter of days.
You want to control how she remembers you?
What are the fucking chances of that?
It's the rememberers who get to decide
when they're satisfied, not the remembered.
She's going to ask questions until she gets some answers.
And when those answers start turning up
and you're not around
to defend yourself...
I could help her, but not if I don't know
any more than she does.
Well played, Harold.
I'm not fucking around here, Johnny.
I don't like seeing her hurt.
And I don't think you do either.
You have a chance here to spare her a whole lifetime
of despair and confusion.
Tell me how to help her.
(Chase clears throat softly)
I... I never, uh...
What?
Pavlovich, you know, he...
he said something today.
Told me some things about Abbey that I didn't know.
Told me that she recruited him.
She cultivated him years in advance,
until she was ready to activate him
to help her husband win his war.
How many people we ever know
that could play the game that way?
Did we know any?
When I called you
to help us escape, I...
I knew exactly what I was doing.
I was protecting the bravest and most noble woman
I'd ever met. Never doubted it.
Not then. Not since.
But suddenly,
I'm hearing questions.
Is it possible that...
you know, she was using me too?
Is it possible that she was cultivating me
for an exit strategy?
That's a hell of a thing, isn't it?
You can live a whole life
certain of so many things
and then, in a moment...
it's all up for grabs.
No.
If you need to tell her something about her mother,
you tell her that her mother loved her.
That everything she did-- everything we did-- was for her.
Well, that may be all I know for certain.
(phone vibrates)
(Chase grunts softly)
Waters?
I don't know what you're talking abou...
Someone's making a move against you?
Ray, tell me where you are so we can come and...
Drop a pin.
Ray, drop a...
- Oh, fuck. - What's happening?
He says he thinks they're surrounded.
- Surrounded? By who? - I don't know
any more than that.
Does Hamzad know that my daughter's
- part of this transaction? - What?
- Does Hamzad know that my daughter is part - It's possible.
- of this transaction? - I don't know. Why?
It's Hamzad.
He's gonna try to grab her himself.
It's Harper. Hamzad's reneged,
the deal's off. Follow me.
Is your work finished?
I'm trying.
(child laughing)
(water dripping)
You have come so far.
To find you.
To save you.
Stop that.
Talking that way.
You're your father.
It isn't him.
It's me.
Why can't you see that?
You don't belong here, Freckles.
You never did.
Don't call me that.
What would you like me to call you?
(woman crying in distance)
(woman wailing)
(woman screaming)
(door rattling, clanging)
WATERS (muffled, echoing): Open your eyes. Angela! Hey.
Open your eyes.
(clearly): Open your eyes.
Take a second. I want you to sit up slowly.
You got it, come on.
- (gasps) - Hey, hey, hey, hey!
It's okay. It's okay. This isn't about you.
No one wants to see you get hurt, all right?
Look at me. Come on, sit up.
Come on. I'm here.
I'm gonna make sure you get home okay.
All right? You trust me?
All right, look.
Take this. Sip it slowly.
Just breathe. Okay?
Hey. We're sure this is a good idea, yeah?
We open that garage door, the sniper across the way
is gonna shoot whichever one of us is driving that van.
None of us wants to be in an exposed van with a dead driver.
- (horns honking) - (traffic whooshing past)
WATERS: The sniper none of us have actually seen, right?
- He's there. - How do you know?
- Because that's what I would do. - That's what you would do, no, I get it, I get it.
JULIAN: Once I get the overwatch shooter down,
I'll signal, you just run.
We'll meet up on the main road, as discussed.
(chicken clucking)
(indistinct radio chatter)
(man shouting in Arabic)
(grunts)
(muffled gunshots)
(woman yelps)
(bullets whizzing past)
(bullets continue whizzing)
(music playing on radio)
(man shouts)
*
(door creaks)
*
(soft shuffling)
(thump)
(soft groaning)
- You're clear. - MIKE: Copy that.
Confirming, we are clear to open the door and depart.
I'll see you on the other side.
- (excited chatter) - (baby crying)
ANGELA: What's happening?
What did you do and why did you do it?
WATERS: Look, Faraz Hamzad can have whatever he wants.
In this case, what he wants is you.
MIKE: What the fuck is this?
Come on!
Whoa, back up, back up, back up!
*
Hamzad never asked about anyone close to you.
Never gave any indication that
he wanted anything other than you.
Uh, he got everything he wanted from the U.S. government,
and now he risks
- blowing it all up at the last minute? - You've-you've
been giving him everything he wants, why would he think
grabbing my kid is gonna bother anyone?
Because she's not just your kid.
Angela Adams is a federal law enforcement officer.
There are consequences for this.
Goddamn it. Some-Something just doesn't make sense here.
Something's missing, and I think you know
what it is, and I can't for the life of me figure out
why you're making it harder for me to protect her.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Why would I do anything to make her less safe?
I don't know, but you are.
It's what you've been doing all this time.
I gave you the chance to walk away from this
and leave her out of it entirely, and you didn't do it.
I told you-- I told you--
not to leave Hamzad alive, that it would
come back and haunt you, and you did it anyway.
It's like you're trying to make this as dangerous as possible.
- Don't profile me, Harold. - Then don't be so fucking easy to profile!
She's not your kid!
You're fond of her, you took care of her-- thank you--
but I'm her father, I'm gonna decide how we handle this.
She's not my kid? All those years
you two were avoiding uncomfortable conversations,
I was the one who was there for her
when there were uncomfortable conversations
that needed to be had. I've cried with her
and struggled with her and-and fought with her
- and lost sleep, and just... - Harold.
What?
- (walkie beeps) - Assistant Director Harper.
What?
Please pull over.
Why?
My superiors have ordered me to turn back for the airfield.
Turn ba... What do you mean, turn back?
Tell your superiors an FBI agent's life is at stake.
I told them. But the order
was restated and it was clear.
If you will not comply, I am to force compliance.
If you resist, I am to arrest you.
I fear there are conversations happening far above me.
I'm sorry. I tried.
(walkie clicks)
Oh, fuck that.
- (briefcase latch snaps) - They made me take this
when I wouldn't let them handcuff you.
Joke's on them, I guess.
How far are you prepared to go here?
- Excuse me? - You heard me.
I need to know.
I hired an assassin to kill you,
I consented to get myself kidnapped by an Afghan warlord,
I'm stealing a car from the Moroccan secret police--
what exactly are you afraid that I won't do now?
None-none of that matters, this is different now.
Oh, it's different, all right.
Her life's at stake.
She's my kid too.
Like it. Don't. I don't care.
But you're not the only one
who's scared to death for her right now.
She's my kid too.
(walkie beeps)
RAHMANI: Assistant Director Harper.
You've left me no choice.
(walkie clicks)
I should really be the one doing the driving.
(laughs)
(grunting)
- Not bad. - Fuck you.
You okay?
Yeah.
Wherever this leads,
we're in this together now.
Tell me you know that.
Don't slow down.
Just keep driving.
(man shouts)
(engine stops)
(indistinct chatter)
*
CHASE: We had two tickets
on Azur Maroc flight 31.
The two tickets that you left for us.
The two
that I asked you for.
Abbey and I, we debated whether we should ask you for a third.
It was such a long flight. But...
...we decided it was too dangerous for you to know.
No one could ever know.
Hamzad, he was trying to find out if you knew
that you bought two tickets for three passengers.
If you knew that Abbey and I had somebody else
with us on that flight.
Someone was with you?
Who else was with you?
I never told you what happened that night.
I'm not sure I would have known how.
(snoring)
CHASE: Been so easy to end it all.
It would have been so easy just to kill him
like I told you I would.
So much simpler that way.
But in that moment, I... I couldn't do it.
I couldn't kill him in front of his daughter.
ABBEY: Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
(snoring continuing)
(birds chirping)
(rooster calls)
*
OLD HAMZAD: When you were a little girl,
I imagined there was nothing
that could ever come between us.
You were everything to me.
When you were a little girl,
I dreamt of a kingdom I would build for you.
Where all you would see
and all you would know
would be yours.
Then you were taken to a place so far away,
so dark, so remote,
so empty,
I fear what you've become.
- (indistinct chatter) - (goat bleats)
I fear what was made of you.
What was removed from you.
What is left of you.
How could there be anything left of you?
I resolved to remember you
as only a fantasy.
A sorrow.
A ghost.
(engine stops)
A ghost that I secretly prayed...
...would haunt me once more in this life.
Aware I could not possibly
survive the experience.
*
(engine stops)
(passenger door closes)
(plane engine rumbling in distance)
(plane engine idling)
(rooster calls)
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