Previouslyon The Recruit:
There's a murder suspect in jail. She poses a threat to national security.
I need you to throw the case out.
My father was murdered. That bitch killed my dad.
The cops claim he was doing criminal shit with her, but they're wrong.
-You don't recognize me? -No.
I met you. At Cora's. Just before you beat her half to death.
What did he do to you?
She beat his skull in at a truck stop.
There are people at the agency that I have dirt on.
One of them tried to kill you and you won't tell me what they look like.
-He's Asian-American, about 5'10". -Just want to confirm his first name.
Xander Goi.
Owen is losing it.
Paranoid AF.
-Would anyone at the agency kill me? -Sure.
I need you to give me Selby Shaw's real name.
Selby Shaw is a pseudonym for Dawn Gilbane.
I think you're here to investigate us.
I came across a graymail connected to a fucking operation that you ran!
Working at the CIA is a never-ending game of musical chairs.
If you don't start playing, you'll be in trouble.
Badass.
That's how I'd describe this man's performance in Beirut. Badass.
It really wasn't that big of a deal.
It's some pretty latent misogyny to send the two first-year dudes
to bro-out in the Middle East,
while the most qualified lawyer on the hall is stuck redacting memos.
-Trust me, you would've been miserable. -That's not the point, okay?
I want the challenge.
Why do you think I'm here?
It's not to spend my day watching Janus mainline Tums.
She all right? Seems a little jealous.
Jealous of what? We went on one case together. It doesn't make us buds.
Hey. Hey.
-I heard you're a lawyer at the OGC. -You heard right. What--?
-What did you just give me? -It's an incident report from OTS.
Office of Technical Services.
We built an AI intelligence-gathering device.
-It went a little... -A little what?
It's all in there, okay? Just read it.
No, I don't want to!
Sir?
Oh, you have company. I'll come back.
-No, come in. Close the door. -Sure.
-You remember Dawn Gilbane? -Owen.
Fuck!
Nice to see you again.
Yeah, hi. Yemen. Dawn.
You look different.
Is that your big-ass truck in the parking lot?
It gets like half a mile to the gallon.
But I figure someone's gonna detonate a nuke in Saudi Arabia
in the next 18 months and we'll all be riding bicycles. So...
Why not enjoy the ride till then?
Is that based on actual intelligence?
I was just telling Dawn how you moved Max Meladze's case
from state to federal jurisdiction.
Yes, and I spoke to the Attorney General. I'm getting him to drop federal charges.
-That's no good. -She's right.
Why not?
Because that has CIA intervention written all over it.
And Dawn has requested that Meladze's release be clean.
Why?
Operations wants to insert her back into the Russian mob in Belarus as an asset.
So the woman that's holding us hostage
and threatening to expose our secrets and the identities of CIA assets,
we want her to come back and work for us?
Yeah. After you left Yemen, I started thinking about Meladze.
She was rumored to be a rock star, so I did a little digging.
Turns out she was close to General Kuznetsov,
who just got moved into the number two slot inside the FSB.
Putting Meladze back into the field as an asset
would give us direct access into Russian intelligence.
The Deputy Director is counting on me to get that done.
But Meladze would have to be fully vetted and papered this time.
No more hip-pockets or soft files.
The old General Counsel might not have cared about the rules, but I do.
Understood, sir.
I'll coordinate with Hendricks every step of the way.
Make sure we're always five-by-five.
Uh, does Max even want to be an asset again?
-Who gives a shit what Max wants? -Get the AG to stand down.
Figure out a different way to free Meladze,
one that doesn't look like someone helped her.
-Yes, sir. -I'll get my team set up.
Freeing Meladze from prison is only the first step in returning her to Belarus.
Can I get a space here at OGC so I can better coordinate with Hendricks?
-Sure. Whatever you need. -Thank you, sir.
-Looking forward to working together. -Me too.
Um...
What?
I received some documents this morning unexpectedly.
-Unexpectedly? -Yeah.
Owen.
I'm general counsel to the CIA.
I have a Wikipedia page with a photograph of my face.
I keep my car windows up, my doors locked, and my dinner reservations under Bieber.
Do you know why?
Memos.
Subpoenas. Paperwork, Owen.
Fuckers like to slip us paperwork because they know once we look at it,
we can't pretend we didn't.
Yeah.
-Where'd you get that folder? -A guy from OTS handed it to me.
Sweet Jesus.
-At first look-- -You looked at it?
-Would you rather me not say what's in it? -Did I say that?
If I were to use the words "torture robot"--
-Get out. -Right.
And give that shit-storm-in-a-teacup to Kitchens.
Your priority is the graymail case.
Sir, if I may just suggest Violet Ebner for this.
She's really smart, and with her military background she'll just nail this.
She's hungry for a challenge.
Fine.
Leave the folder on my desk. I'll talk to her.
What are you doing in here?
Looking for Owen.
-We're working on something. -His graymail case?
I can't say.
Nyland asked us to set up shop in OGC. Is there an empty office nearby?
No. Sorry. You're from Operations?
Is it that obvious?
Well, the adrenaline junkies in the hall gave you away.
You really shouldn't go into people's offices without permission.
Of course.
I was just leaving him a note, but I will catch up to him later.
Nice to meet you.
Excuse me, Mr. Attorney General?
You need to learn that when I say I'll do a thing, I do it.
But your thing's complicated. There's an eyewitness.
-So back off and let me handle it. -There's an eyewitness? Really?
-Did I stutter? -No, sir.
It's just, we've decided to go a different direction.
Circumstances have changed. We don't need your assistance anymore.
-But thank you. -Thank me?
Son, you just committed a cardinal sin. You wasted my time, and I won't forget it.
Next time you need a favor from the Justice Department,
punch yourself in the face instead.
-Yes, sir. -Fuck.
Thank you, sir.
You don't happen to know the name of the witness?
-Can I help you? -This'll work. We'll set up in here.
I don't-- This is my office.
Not anymore. You got two minutes to pack your stuff. Move.
Why the fuck did you say nice things about me to Nyland?
-I was-- -You recommended me for an AI case.
No lawyer wants an AI case.
It's an entire horror film genre for a reason,
but you knew that, which is why you sabotaged me with it.
But you made a mistake.
You said you wanted a challenge.
-I'm just trying to help you. Wait-- -Whoa, hey!
-Hi. -What was that about?
Making new friends. Special skill of mine.
Like the friend you made with the AG.
-How do you already know that? -I do Pilates with one of his aides.
Really?
I had to tell him we don't need his help anymore.
-Right after he told me there's a witness. -Mm.
Actually, I could totally use your advice on how to handle that.
Shit.
My Senate hearing got moved up to Monday.
-Uh... -Um...
Smoot subpoenaed me.
He wants me to testify about the classification protocols
at the Office of the General Counsel.
To give him dirt on Nyland.
Yes, how does everybody know that's what subpoena means?
You're a little fucked.
The senator could get access to all your work product.
Thank you. I know.
-Have you told Nyland? -No. He's got enough to worry abo--
-Oh. Sorry. It's locked. -Yeah, no shit.
You had a visitor earlier. From Operations.
-Dawn Gilbane? -I didn't get her name.
-I'm not your secretary. -She was in here? Did she touch anything?
I doubt it. I came in right after her.
-Is she a problem? -What? No.
I mean... no.
Okay. You know, you owe me a date.
You are totally right. I do. How's tonight, 8:00?
I promise, I won't make plans with anyone else.
-Perfect. -We talk about my thing.
Yeah. We'll do more than talk about it.
I'll open the door now or people might think we're fooling around.
Really? That'd be immature.
Good. All right.
I asked if we could meet outside
because I figured you'd appreciate extra outdoor time.
-It's lovely. -Mm-hm.
-So, I have some good news. -You got me out.
Uh, no. Actually, that got a little bit more complicated, but I will.
When I do, the CIA's putting you back in to Belarus as an asset.
Officially, this time.
-Who decided this? -Operations.
Apparently, your graymail reminded them how good of an asset you used to be, so...
-Good job. -Who? Specifically.
Yeah. You know I'm not going to tell you that.
Dumb suka. I shouldn't have sent the eclairs.
-What-- Is that supposed to be code? -It was him, right? Xander Goi?
No. How do you know Xander's name?
I told you I was gonna find out who you met in Vienna--
No! You told me all you needed to know was his cover identity.
I'm trying to help you and you're making it harder by going behind my back.
-You spoke to Xander Goi? -I reached out.
Did you threaten him?
Mm. Maybe it would have come across as a little hostile.
Now what? You think he's behind Operations showing up this morning?
-Of course. -Why?
How is giving you your old life back, sending you home, a form of payback?
It's not. Unless that plan is a lie.
You think it's because it's easier to kill you once you're outside of the U.S.
I know a lot of bad things about many people, Owen,
including Xander Goi.
Sure.
But according to Operations, the CIA needs you back in country.
Apparently you were buddy-buddy with a general who's a top dog at the FSB.
They say that you're more valuable to us now than ever.
Both things can be true. They need me, they want to kill me.
In which case, you'll have to prove to us that you're worth more alive than dead.
Why did getting me out become more complicated?
Because putting you back in as an asset
means I can't have the Attorney General make your case disappear.
Also...
Also what?
The prosecution has an eyewitness who saw you murder Kwitny.
-A witness? -Yeah. You got sloppy.
It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. I let my emotions get the better of me.
It won't happen again.
Who was this witness?
I don't know.
But I'm working on getting the name so I can figure out how to keep them quiet.
-People are most quiet when they're dead. -No. You're not killing the witness, Max.
I will fix this. Don't go behind my back again.
Don't do anything. I need you to promise me.
-I promise. -No, I need you to mean it.
I need you to trust me. Can you do that?
-It was an unfortunate incident. -An unfortunate incident?
-An employee got his arm ripped off. -Yes, it's clearly horrible.
But the OTS is on the cutting edge of spycraft technology.
-That comes with certain risks. -Yeah.
And how often do you reach out to the OGC to ask whether these risks are legal?
These projects are very sensitive and very compartmentalized.
Yeah, well, I have eyes-only security clearance,
but I'm not here to open the door to any other horror shows.
I'm just trying to prevent us from ending up on trial at the Hague.
-What? -Here we are.
This is TIM. Our "Technological Interrogation Machine."
He speaks a hundred languages and has over a thousand voice modulations
ranging from soothing to terrifying.
-Why doesn't he have a face? -TIM is still in the beta phase.
We need to make sure he works before we decide what he looks like.
That is a lot of blood on the walls.
Yes. Um...
He was conducting a mock interrogation when a catastrophic injury was inflicted.
How exactly did that happen?
TIM has been programmed with a variety of CIA interrogation techniques.
But he's also been given autonomous decision-making capabilities,
so he can choose which one he'll use in a given moment.
Oh, and one of those choices is dismemberment?
The agency is allowed a certain degree of enhanced interrogation.
The use of stress positions on arm joints, for example, are acceptable.
However, we overlooked an important safeguard.
TIM was essentially operating as if he were dealing
with another being of the same make and model as himself.
You forgot to tell him we weren't robots?
It's more complicated than that.
Yes.
So this is what you describe in your report as a system failure.
That's kind of an understatement. Don't you think?
-Draft. -What?
That document that you received, that you were snuck?
-That was the first draft of my report. -So where's the final report?
I haven't filed it yet. I held off once I knew you were coming.
Good.
Um...
Don't do anything until I figure out how to navigate this shit show.
Legally.
Uh...
-What do I do with TIM? -Nothing.
You keep his creepy ass in there.
Hey, Cora.
Do you know anyone with a cop on the payroll?
Why?
There's a witness in my case and I want to find out their name.
And you think we're friends now?
I owe you for what you did to Salvatore?
That's why I'm here. So, yeah, I feel like a favor is owed.
If you get caught trying to kill a witness, they'll lock you up forever.
I don't care. I just want to get out of here.
-Hello? -It's the vet.
Your bird is ready to be picked up.
-Sorry? -The vet.
Bird is ready for pickup.
Yeah, man, I think you got the wrong number.
Are you new or something? Call your office.
-Lester Kitchens. -Yeah. Hey, man, it's Owen.
I got a call from someone claiming to be the vet,
saying my bird is ready for pickup.
So go pick it up.
Um...
Somebody sent you a flash cable to the regional office in Phoenix.
Something deemed too sensitive to send over e-mail.
Cool. I didn't know that we had a satellite office in Phoenix.
Every major U.S. city has a satellite office. Don't expect too much.
These regional offices are filled with C-list players
that hate dealing with D.C. guys.
Real inferiority complex.
Okay, thank you.
Hi. Owen Hendricks.
I'm expecting an urgent flash cable from Langley.
Well, aren't you fancy.
Can I have it?
-There you go. -Thank you.
Thank you, Violet. Definitely worth the 30-minute drive to get this.
-You talking shit about our office? -No, looks charming.
I like the posters. You guys seem...
so happy.
-Did you see what it said? -No.
-"Infinite amount of dicks." -No!
Hi, guys, hi. Me again.
Uh, sorry, I was being a little cranky back then.
Look, I could really use your help.
-Yeah, right. -No, I'm serious, man.
I need to ID a witness from a federal murder case.
One that has deep national security implications.
I could get fired.
I could get subpoenaed for even mentioning this to you.
A'Nyah Bell.
She's prosecuting, so I can't ask her to get the witness's name.
I got to keep the agency's fingerprints off of it.
She wouldn't help even if you could ask. She's too by-the-book.
Phoenix PD?
Okay. Look, I get your reluctance.
You've been abandoned here. Rejected on every single level.
They call you losers at Langley. Did you know that?
But I don't see that. Not one bit.
No, I see patriots that have been wronged by the system.
Tell me, what did you do to end up here?
-Mm? -Yeah.
I confused Myanmar with Malaysia during a covert op.
There were, uh...
casualties.
That could happen to anyone.
Look, I can't promise you that helping me is gonna get you back into the show.
I can't even promise that it'll get you name brand soda for the fridge.
But what I can promise you is that helping me is helping your country.
And I can tell that you guys are ready--
No, more than ready, to do something that matters again.
I know a guy on the Phoenix PD I can talk to on the DL.
Thank you.
-I don't wanna be single again. -You won't be. It'll be fine.
It better be. Dating scene in D.C.'s grim.
What's gonna be fine?
Terence and Tad are having the talk.
The "Where is this going 'cause I'm ready to get serious" talk?
-Hate those. -We know.
Hey, how long have these hot dogs been in here for?
Stop. There are burritos hidden in an empty spinach box in the freezer.
Get the fuck out.
Score!
Thank you.
Hey, are you going to this?
Yeah. I have to.
My parents are on the board of the Sea Life Society.
-Do you have a date? -I do not. No.
-Jeff is working. -At the White House?
-He doesn't say it that much. -Please.
It's literally the end of every sentence.
-"I was thinking about going to lunch--" -At the White House?
"I was thinking about wanking off--"
-At the White House? -Oh, my God.
Okay, you are just jealous because Jeff got me a necklace
and Tad hasn't given you a single present.
-Mean. -Mm-hm.
So you two-- You guys are getting serious?
Well, yeah.
If Captain White House can't go tonight, can you take me instead?
I gotta catch Senator Smoot outside of his home turf,
maybe even talk to him about pulling the subpoena.
Turns out testifying could expose one of my more delicate cases.
I don't think so. I don't-- With my parents--
They love me.
They don't?
Wow, you never told me that.
I gotta get ready.
By the time they told me,
you were already sleeping with Kathy Lindquist.
I wasn't.
I didn't.
Is that why you broke up with me? You thought I was sleeping with Kathy?
Okay. We're not gonna revisit that awesome time in our lives.
I just don't think it's a good idea for me to take you tonight.
-All right, fine, whatever.
I'll figure out some other way to solve my problem.
Do you promise to behave?
See, you and I both know that's a trick question,
because behaving is not my strong suit.
If I say yes so you say yes, I'd be lying.
So, no, I don't promise to behave.
But I promise to try.
Fine. I'll take you.
-Yes! -But it's black tie.
-Yeah. -Do you have a tux?
Of course.
-Hey, Bubba. -What do you want?
To borrow your tux.
You shouldn't have asked Hannah to take you to that party.
-Why not? -You know why not.
She's a good person.
And don't mess with her because she deserves to be happy.
Yeah, I totally agree with you.
And for the record, you deserve to be happy too.
If Tad doesn't jump at the opportunity to move to the next level, I--
He's an idiot.
Look, I just want a ring, and...
a family.
-Is that wrong? -Well, for me it would be.
But... for you?
Well, let's just say I'm old-fashioned.
Can I borrow the tux?
-Go ahead. -Thank you.
We should've gotten stoned first.
That's the spirit.
-Hannah, you came. -Yeah, you told me I had to.
Owen, I didn't know you'd be here.
I was a last-minute replacement. Biff couldn't make it.
-Jeff. -Jeff.
-He was working. -At the White House.
How's your new job? Some kind of government work, right?
Yes, I'm slaughtering it at the Marine Mammal Commission.
Owen is a lawyer at the CIA.
How fitting.
Ooh. Really curious to know what you meant by that.
-No. -No.
-Let's go get a drink. -Sure.
-Bye. -Take care.
What can I get you?
How about the Deep Sea Daiquiri?
-What do you want? -You got White Claw?
-Don't get that. -Seriously?
It's a full bar, and it's all free.
-How about a martini? -How about a White Claw?
Thank you.
Okay. So, what's the plan?
Find the senator, win him over.
That's a bad plan.
-Got a better one? -One Deep Sea Daiquiri.
One White Claw.
-You want a glass? -No.
-Yes. -Thank you.
You were saying? What should I do about the senator?
Okay. So, you clearly don't belong here.
-Ouch. -No, it's a good thing. Trust me.
I grew up with these people, and they're constantly measuring worth.
Their own and everyone else's.
How does that help me? My worth starts with a minus sign.
Yeah, exactly.
Which is why Smoot thinks you're a nobody he can just bat around like a cat toy.
Oh.
So, what is he gonna think when he sees you at an exclusive
VIP fundraiser dressed like James Bond?
Well, he's gonna be confused.
But he'll have to re-evaluate how much he can fuck with me,
which might just be enough to get him to pull the subpoena.
Or delay the hearing until he realizes how powerful your friends are.
There he is.
Okay.
-So, for the next hour... -Mm-hm.
...we are going to talk to every VIP
I even vaguely know right in front of his face.
-Oh, I love that. -Mm-hm.
That's evil.
Let's do it.
Hey. I didn't know you were back.
I'm not.
I'm a ghost. Violet died in South Carolina.
Poisoned by a torture memo.
That bad?
That bad.
You know, rather than starting small
and figuring out whether an A.I. interrogation robot was even a good idea,
they went ahead and built a $100 million Terminator.
That's typical CIA, but that's not on you.
Oh, no.
It is.
Because my name is going to be on that legal memo.
So when this becomes a giant scandal...
I'm gonna be the first scapegoat.
So, what can I do to help?
So I asked the little fella,
"Can you make the dish a little less spicy?
For my oyinbo sensibilities, eh?"
I'm from Connecticut, for God's sake.
I think it's working.
-Mm. And there was-- -Senator...
So nice to see you again.
You're Nyland's new kid.
Owen Hendricks. Yes, sir.
I believe you know the ambassador.
Oh, yes. I voted against his confirmation.
Excuse me.
And this is my friend, Hannah.
Copeland. I believe you know my parents Neil and Mei.
Uh, yes. They have been very generous
to my campaign over the years.
-How do you know Owen? -Oh, he, uh...
helped me out with a classification issue.
And I was happy to do it.
Oh, look. Justice Collins.
He loves you. We should probably go say hi.
-Absolutely. -It was so nice to meet you.
You too.
Have a great night.
Who the hell is this Owen Hendricks kid?
Well...
he's clearly not a nobody.
So find out how much of a somebody he is.
I guess I was wrong.
It's not the end of the world.
I suppose we could hot potato this thing over to Owen.
Hold on.
You find something?
Uh, according to the Charter at the OTS,
an incident report isn't required to be filed
until after a test is concluded.
Guy got his arm ripped off. The test is concluded, isn't it?
Technically, the test began the moment TIM was turned on,
and isn't officially over until after TIM is turned off.
Hello?
-It's Violet Ebner from the OGC. -Oh, hi.
Is it true the test is still underway?
Uh, I mean, technically, I guess.
No. No, no, no.
There is no "I guess."
Based on the scientific parameters at the OTS,
TIM's test is still underway?
Yes. Until we shut him off.
-And what if you don't? -Don't what?
Shut him off.
If you never shut him off, then the test won't end.
I mean, I guess.
Yes.
-What about when the battery dies? -Uh, right.
When does he run out of juice?
Never. This is new technology.
Here's what you're gonna do:
Lock TIM in a closet.
For how long?
Until I retire.
You feel quite pleased with yourself, don't you?
Oh, I'm pleased with us, okay?
But we're not out of the woods until he pulls the subpoena.
Remember when we were cramming for the Constitutional Law exam?
-Yeah. -Half-crazed, no sleep.
And you made us go out.
-Snuck us into that kid's bar mitzvah. -Oh, my God.
How could I forget?
I danced with half the girls at his Hebrew school.
-That was so much fun. -Mm-hm.
Are we ever gonna have fun like that again?
We're having fun right now.
Sometimes, I worry all the good times are behind me.
I'm trying so hard to become a responsible adult,
I feel like once I get there,
I'll realize I didn't enjoy being young.
Well, that's why you have me. Hey.
Make sure you never grow up.
Yeah, that's why I have you.
A Peter Pan with a license to kill.
I told you. I'm a lawyer.
Not a spy.
I got a name.
Your witness is Danny Woodrow.
He lives alone in a shitty little trailer outside Flagstaff.
That's perfect.
Spasiba.
All right.
Oh. After you.
I cannot believe you got the Secretary of Defense to Dougie.
He had it in him. He's got some serious skill.
I just hope that groin pull wasn't serious.
What do you say we pre-order some pizza
and fire up some OG iCarly when we get home?
Oh, I mean, we could, maybe--
That's sounds amazing.
I just-- I actually...
made plans for after.
For later. Yeah-- It was a co-worker...
promised to help me with a work problem. You actually know her.
Amelia. The woman that I went to dinner with a few days ago.
But you brought me to your thing, so if that's not cool--
Oh, my God, no. Don't be crazy. More pizza for me.
And Jeff might come over. You're good.
-From the White House.
Holy shit.
Um, it worked. Smoot pushed the hearing back two weeks.
Wow, that's great.
It would've been better if he canceled the thing entirely, right?
Owen, take the win.
You're right.
-I can give you a ride home. -No, I'm gonna Uber. But...
-I'll see you tomorrow. -Hannah, I...
I hope you had a splashing good time.
Here you are, folks.
Thank you.
Climb in.
It's cute that you're scared, but I just want to talk.
-Were you following me? Why? -Yeah.
I'm a control freak, especially when it comes to operational security.
You're a wild card.
And you didn't inspire confidence in Yemen.
So... I'm doing my due diligence.
Gotta say, I never saw you as a guy to attend a black tie thing like this.
Which makes me nervous. What else don't I know about you?
You can relax, it wasn't my thing. I came with a roommate.
-The one you used to sleep with? -Stay out of my file.
-And my office.
Tell me something.
Why the fuck are you a lawyer?
You got the background for Operations.
Dead Army dad,
overdeveloped sense of bravado,
flexible moral compass. So...
Why do you wanna be the guy everybody hates at work,
when you could be with the cool kids?
Because I despise the cool kids.
They were the ones that beat the shit out of me
at every new school I went to.
I get your play. I really do.
Having a lawyer looking over your shoulder makes your job exponentially harder.
And to that...
I say, tough shit.
Fair enough.
-How's it going with the witness? -Still trying to find a name.
-And then what? -And then I'll figure it out.
Good talk. Get out.
-You're late.
-But you look good. -Wow, well, thank you.
-It's not mine. -Obviously.
-It cost a couple thousand. -What? Fuck. Really?
-I would've been more careful.
You're right. You should take it off.
-What, now? -Yeah.
I'll help you.
-Hello. -I got the info you wanted.
The witness's name is Daniel "Danny" Woodrow Jr., 32.
Lives in a trailer park. I'll send you the address.
He's unemployed and three months late on the rent.
Apparently, he's been offered witness protection in exchange for his testimony.
-Shit. -It gets worse.
He's giving videotaped testimony tomorrow afternoon,
then WITSEC's relocating him.
You telling me that I only have-- Wait. --12 hours to figure this out?
Yep.
You're gonna put in a good word for us, right?
Yeah, yeah, absolutely.
That's a legal question
that has profound National Security repercussions.
What are you doing?
I told you, I practice being a talking head every night.
Right.
Hey, can I pick your brain about my latest graymail drama? Please?
If you do it as Anderson Cooper.
Okay.
-Introduce the segment first. -The segment, right.
The graymail case of Max Meladze took a turn
when it was revealed that there's an eyewitness to the murder.
Joining us today to discuss potential next legal steps
is Amelia Salazar.
A former attorney at the Justice Department,
and more recently,
a lawyer at the General Counsel's Office of the CIA.
Ms. Salazar, what is your take?
Mm.
That's a tricky one, Anderson.
While eyewitness testimony is unreliable,
it's often very effective with a jury.
And in a murder case like this, the existence of an eyewitness
makes it almost impossible to have the case thrown out
-on procedural grounds. -Fuck. Really?
I mean, that makes the pathway forward quite difficult,
to say the least.
Um, as does the fact that the witness is about to be put into WITSEC.
Fun fact, Anderson:
The CIA has their own version of a protection program.
-Wait, we do? -You're breaking character.
-We relocate witnesses? -No.
Retired assets. But it's basically the same thing.
New identity, new life, the works.
What if I told the witness I was putting him in WITSEC,
but actually put him in the CIA relocation program? Can I do that?
Well...
Technically, the General Counsel's Office
has to clear each asset before they go into the program.
Meaning, if I tell them he's a former asset, they won't question it?
-Exactly. -That's fucking awesome.
You're welcome, Anderson.
Always a pleasure to be on the show.
Now let's go have sex again.
The destination is on your right.
Hello?
Mr. Woodrow!
Your door's open.
Hello? Mr. Woodrow, are you home?
-Mr. Woodrow-- -Whoa. What the--?
Mr., Woodrow, I'm from the AUSA's office I'm here to take your video testimony.
-My name is Jeffrey McLaren. -I don't know nothing about that.
-My office was supposed to call you. -They didn't.
-I only talked to A'Nyah-- -A'Nyah Bell. Yes.
She's actually the one that asked me to come and take your testimony.
I'm seeing her this afternoon at the courthouse for my deposition.
That was what your summons said, but...
Mr. Woodrow, the threats against you have escalated immensely,
and we believe that your life is in imminent danger.
Shit. Really?
Yes. So AUSA Bell asked me to come here,
take your video testimony now and get you right into WITSEC.
You don't believe me?
Call my office.
Confirm what I'm saying, please.
-What'd you say your name was again? -Call me Jeff.
Good morning. U.S. Attorney's Office.
How can I help you?
So... you said I was in danger.
What?
Yes.
That's why we decided to do this here, not at the courthouse.
You'll give testimony, pack your bags, then the Marshals will come and...
...take you to your new home.
Do you know where it'll be? Or what name I'll get?
Hope it's something macho like Rutger or Hank.
They don't give us that info.
Part of the safety protocol.
But they have to set me up with a job and a place to live, right?
I haven't had a steady gig in a while.
I'd like something I can make a career out of.
Fast food work really takes it out of you.
If you could just state your name for the court.
Daniel Woodrow Jr.
And can you tell us what you saw the night the victim was killed.
There's a truck stop a few miles from here
that I eat at on the regular.
I walked through the truck line, you know, where all the truckers sleep.
And that's where I saw that guy getting his ass beat.
Was this the victim that you saw?
Yep, that's him.
Let the record show the witness has identified Salvatore Kwitny.
-I think someone might be outside-- -And can you describe the murder?
They talked for a second, and...
then she hit him with a pipe or something.
Was this the woman that you saw?
Yeah, that's her.
She's pretty hot, huh?
Let the record show the witness has identified Maxine Meladze.
Do you mind if I go outside and check--?
If you could just sit down, we're almost done.
What happened after she hit him?
They fought. I thought he was gonna kick her ass, but she was brutal.
Started beating his head in
and hitting him over and over and over again.
Till she hit his brains.
Uh...
Okay. Well, thank you very--
Okay. Get down! Get down!
Get behind something.
He's reloading! Get to the door! Come on.
-Okay! Okay! -We gotta block the door!
No, not lock, block! It's-- Tip the fridge over!
Okay, okay.
-Fuck off!
Okay. Okay. Do you have a gun?
-No, I don't believe in them. -What?
-I found the one pacifist in Arizona? -Sorry!
-He's going in the bedroom. -Give me that.
Come here. Okay. Okay.
-Danny! Get the gun! -Jeff!
Shit!
Mr. Woodrow?
Fuck. Come on. We gotta go.
Come on, Mr. Woodrow, wake up.
Wake up, Mr. Woodrow.
Shit. Come on!
Oh, shit.
Hello?
-You hired a hitman to kill the witness? -No.
Maybe I did.
I'm gonna die because you did not trust me!
I don't think now is the best time to be having this conversation.
-Tell him to stop! -I can't.
What? You hired him!
He was sent through an intermediary. He has no idea who I am.
You'll have to fight your way out of this.
He's a giant!
With a knife!
And I'm in a double wide bathroom with nothing but toiletries!
You can make a bomb out of a lot of household products.
No, I don't have bomb-making time, Max!
Show me the bathroom.
Okay. So your best bet is to blind him and take that knife
and shove it up his ass.
What the fuck is happening?
Oh, shit.
Fuck!
Come on. Get in the car. It's over here.
Fuck, I'm trying to unlock it!
Gotta go. Come on!
Go, go, go!
-Go, go, go! -Okay. Oh, no, no.
We're good, we're good, we're good. We're good. We're good.
Shit.
We're good, we're good! Wait. Shit.
He got the gun! Get down!
-Get down! Down! -Oh, fuck.
Do you think he forgot about us?
The case is being dismissed.
Lack of evidence.
Our squeaky wheel should be released by tonight, sir.
I'm impressed.
Good job.
Thank you, sir.
So, what's next?
-Um... -Are you there?
Owen?
Yes, sir. I'm still here. What was the question?
What's the next step?
There he is. My hero.
You're dead to me.
-Don't be like that. -I said I'd fix it.
I begged you not to do anything.
And you hired a fucking hitman.
When people say they'll do things, they usually don't.
-I did. -I know.
You did, and I'm sorry I didn't trust you.
No, it's too late. I'm done.
-We are done. -Don't be so dramatic.
Come, there were bumps along the way, sure, but we both benefited.
Benefited?
Max, I hurt someone by helping you.
Someone who doesn't deserve the betrayal that she's feeling right now.
And what, you think that's my fault?
That I turned you into a bad person?
Owen, trust me, I have manipulated many good people
into doing truly terrible things.
And it has always taken time.
I've known you a week.
You do the math.
You are Operation's problem now.
They'll pick you up from prison when you're released.
-Have a nice life. -Oh, stop.
-You still need me. -No. I don't.
You think the minefield has gone away?
No one else will help you navigate it.
No one else knows what you're going through--
No one else...
is gonna destroy my life.
Are you sure about that?
Good luck.
What's up?
Nothing much. I just finished work. Driving around.
Wanted to hear your voice.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Liar.
I just-- I don't know.
I guess traveling around has got me feeling kind of lost.
Well, we're right here.
So come home and you won't feel lost anymore.
Yeah, you make it sound so simple.
Yeah, because it is.
I'm gonna put you on speaker so Terence can say hi.
Hey.
Hi. Uh...
I broke up with Tad.
Oh, I'm sorry, man.
He doesn't deserve you.
I know. I...
But I really liked him.
Don't worry. You're gonna find someone so much better.
Someone you'll fall head over heels for.
Right, Owen?
Owen?
Am I a bad person?
So that's why you're calling.
Not to check on Terence or me,
but because you did something
and you know I'll make you feel better about yourself.
Yeah. So the answer is yes.
The answer is...
you're selfish.
Do I think you have a good heart? Yeah.
But you get lost a lot.
Sorry.
Oh, God.
Must be bad if you're apologizing so easily.
No. You're just right.
I gotta go.
Give Terence a big hug for me. I'll see you at home.
-Hello? -Hey.
It's me.
The asset is being released tonight.
Are you sure this is how we should be playing it?
Yes. It's high-reward, low-risk.
We're mission planning two options.
One to put her back in country,
the other to put her in the ground.
What about the lawyer?
What if she told him about us?
-Then we'll deal with it.