CIA (2026) s02e06 Episode Script

I can't decide between Opalencia Script
or Gilded Staccato Sans.
Hmm.
Venerable versus vogue.
What's the first feeling you want
your guests to have when they arrive?
I don't know yet.
Sorry. I know I'm being super picky.
Not at all.
You decide what you want.
I get it done.
Excuse me for a moment.
Rococo Impressions,
we print your dreams.
Foxtrot 3 Charlie,
targeted action.
Of course.
Let's start with first and last name.
Confirming the target,
Rakib Al-Harthy.
Very good.
And do you have a date for the event?
48-hour window, starting
at the end of this call.
So a rush order. Not a problem.
Address for delivery?
Target staying with his mistress
at the Traviata Hotel,
Upper East Side.
Got it.
And one last question.
Any special requests?
Make it loud.
You will not be disappointed, sir.
So sorry about that.
Now, where were we?
Right this way, Mr. Al-Harthy.
Echo Echo 4.
Receipt confirmation.
This is good, isn't it?
Just good?
I was aiming at unforgettable.
You are.
Oh.
It was.
Is.
I mean you and me.
Yeah.
No. You're right, we are good.
Just keep it simple.
World's complicated enough.
Exactly.
Can't one thing be simple?
You do realize that
if anyone at work finds out,
that'll change?
Simple's out the window.
Everything that happens
between us stays in this room.
And the kitchen that one time.
And the kitchen that one time.
- And the shower.
- And the shower.
And the living room floor.
- Okay, the whole apartment.
- Okay.
You know, uh, t's asymmetric,
this power dynamic.
Huh? How so?
Well, I can't just summon you
to some clandestine meeting,
but you seem to have no problem
doing it to me whenever you want.
Symmetry is overrated.
Yeah, well, I bet you
say that to all the guys.
What can I do for you?
You're investigating yesterday's
explosion, Upper East Side.
Yeah, yeah. Three dead,
multiple injured, SUV went up in flames.
Mm-hmm, well, one of the
deceased is Rakib Al-Harthy.
We've been tracking
his arms dealing out of Oman.
Okay. Well, thanks for the heads-up.
There's a possibility this Al-Harthy hit
was carried out by an assassin
named Felix Vincente.
Based on what?
Based on the profile
of the target, for one,
the methodologies used.
We've been hunting Vincente
for some time now.
We appreciate any information
you might have or find
during the investigation.
Is that a request or a demand?
Oh, Jubal.
Intelligence-sharing is
part of our fusion cell.
We're sharing now?
Is that what we're doing?
Yeah.
Why does it feel like you're
not telling me something?
What's up?
This Vincente op is personal.
Oh. To you?
And Agent Goodman.
In what way?
That's as specific as I can get.
Okay.
Well, I I do have a lead,
and I am willing
to share it with you,
but this goes both ways.
Deal?
Deal.
Hello, mate.
How are we this morning?
Good.
Yeah? You sure?
Because you look like you
slept on the couch again.
Has Katie still not let you
back in the bedroom?
Are you stalking me?
No.
It's just the way you're walking.
You're stiff from your lumbar,
right through to your C5.
I mean, I'm not a doctor,
but I've certainly
slept on a lot of couches.
I feel so seen.
Yeah, it's been a rough patch
since I told her I work here.
And then all of this
with my father and Vincente,
and I guess I can't focus
on anything else.
I'm sorry, mate.
If I could just uncover the truth
about who my father was, I'm
I'm sure things will
get better with Katie.
Yeah, no, I'm sure.
Okay, your turn.
What's going on with you?
Me? No.
You know, not much.
Not much.
Just the man I was looking for.
I just had a very interesting
chat with Jubal Valentine
over at 26 Fed.
Oh, yeah? What about?
Felix Vincente.
He resurfaced?
I had a hunch that he may be
responsible for yesterday's car bombing.
Turns out that I was right.
The FBI confirmed he crossed
the Canadian border
under a new alias 18 hours
before the assassination.
18 hours. That's cutting it close.
I agree.
So I'm pretty confident he has
someone on the ground helping him.
Well, yeah, that certainly tracks.
I mean, CIA uses local
logistics support.
Vincente would've picked
that up during his training.
So we find this logistics person,
we leverage him to find Vincente.
Hey, so I tracked down the designer bag
that was used in the bombing.
And lucky for us,
it is as rare as it is garish.
There was only one
purchased in New York City
in the last 48 hours.
She paid cash, so the store
obviously didn't get
her name or credit card information.
And the footage is a little blurry,
so facial rec didn't catch anything.
Sounds like a dead end.
Yeah.
Any other ideas?
I have an asset who
might be able to help.
What? Since when do you have assets?
Since I stopped calling them informants.
Oh, funny.
Well, I'm glad we're rubbing off on you.
Does that mean I get to drive this time?
Actually, I think
I better handle this one solo.
Still tinkering, huh?
Oh!
Bill Goodman. How are you?
- Good. How are you, Carl?
- Good, good, good.
Yeah, I'll never be done with her,
but she's stuck with me longer
than any of my wives did,
that's for sure.
- You want a beer?
- No, thanks.
I'm actually here on official business.
Oh?
It's about Felix Vincente.
It's all right, Carl.
I found out about Operation Palomar,
what you and my dad did over there.
I haven't heard that name in years.
Yeah, we think Vincente
pulled off a hit yesterday
in the middle of Manhattan.
- He's still alive?
- Seems so.
Got a lead on one of his associates.
I know it's a long shot,
but I'm hoping maybe
- you can help me identify her.
- I don't know.
I mean, I've been
out of the game for so long,
I don't think I could
recognize Vincente himself.
So you say she works with him?
In a logistics capacity,
procuring weapons,
fake IDs, things like that.
No?
Vincente was trained by my dad.
Figured maybe he was still
using the same tactics.
Could be. That was a long time ago.
I mean, maybe he changed up
the way he works.
But, you know, for instance,
we never used bombs for hits.
It was too loud.
It's unreliable.
I didn't say anything
about a bomb, did I?
You know who you're talking to?
I watch the news.
Foreign arms dealer gets blown
up in the middle of Manhattan,
you come here asking about Vincente.
- Come on.
- Right.
Of course.
Well, now, it is
a shame that your father
is not around anymore.
He would have been so proud of
you for the work you're doing.
Bill?
I just I got the feeling
something was off.
And then he turned around, and
I mean, he was gonna kill me.
Okay.
Okay, it was him or you, mate.
I think Carl was Vincente's middleman.
God, he might have been
booking private hits for him
ever since Palomar shut down,
including the car bombing yesterday.
He knew. He knew why I was here.
He knew how close I was.
He must have felt the walls closing in.
Bill, you didn't have a choice.
It's my dad's partner.
And now I learned he spent
decades carrying out assassinations.
I mean, what if
Hey!
The partner you are assigned
has precious little to do
with who you are in your core, yeah?
Which is lucky for you.
Yeah.
Now, Nikki's got
a cleanup crew on the way,
which doesn't give us much time
to search this place.
You think you can do that?
- Yeah.
- You sure?
Yeah.
Okay.
All right.
All right.
You never know.
Anything?
No.
Although he wouldn't be much of a spy
if we found out his darkest
secrets in a 20-minute search.
Come on. We can't let the
trail to Vincente end here.
Ooh.
That's weird.
What?
This drawer's half the depth
of the other ones.
My dad had something
just like that in his office.
Come in.
Olivia, you wanted to see me?
Oh, hey, Nikki. Hey, come in.
Please have a seat.
You know what they
conveniently leave out
of the Chief of Station
job description is
the sheer tonnage of meetings.
Now, I know it's not as glamorous
as the day-to-day life
of a field officer,
but they can be enlightening.
For instance, I sat down
with the division heads,
and they were briefing me on
all of the active operations.
And one of them was just
so interesting to me.
There was a cleanup crew that was sent
to Carl Shannon's home address,
and it was authorized by you.
Yes, it was.
That's it?
Special Agent Goodman approached him
with intelligence that would
have uncovered his connection
to Felix Vincente.
Shannon drew his weapon.
Agent Goodman defended himself.
Mm.
I suppose I can appreciate that.
What I can't fathom, however,
is why any operation
is being run about Vincente
without my knowledge.
Things were moving fast, Olivia.
You've been told twice, Nikki.
Twice.
Anything about Vincente is
run through me and only me.
That might be a problem.
How so?
Our lead came from
ASAC Jubal Valentine at FBI.
I made a deal to keep him in the loop.
Then you need to break it.
Vincente cannot, under any circumstance,
be taken into official custody.
Nikki, this is in both of our interests.
Do you understand me?
What do we got?
Not surprisingly,
Carl had multiple passports.
Wallace Plum, Herbert
Sanderson, Bartholomew Dunmore.
Plum's the most interesting.
He vanished off the face
of the Earth a few years ago.
Investigated for wire fraud
and money laundering.
Bank accounts in every shady
jurisdiction I can think of,
- and I can think of a lot.
- So he didn't vanish.
It was one of the aliases
Carl Shannon shut down.
Yeah, well, whatever.
The point is, it's another dead end.
Outgoing calls to six
numbers, all prepaid burners.
So could it be as a network,
one of the hit men he was handling?
Hey, guys, come check this out.
So I actually think Carl
was contacting one person
because each of the six cell numbers
came to one single location,
which is a stationery shop
called Rococo Impressions,
owned by a woman named Logan Wood.
Pull up the photo
from the security footage,
the woman buying the fancy bag.
Yeah.
Yeah, put them side by side.
There it is. Yep.
- It's gotta be her, right?
- Yeah.
All right, what do we do?
Swoop her up, get her to flip?
That's the play. I'll tell Olivia.
No, wait, wait, wait.
I've got a better idea.
One that won't scare off Vincente.
Yeah, but the cotton
does look more elegant.
Oh, excuse me a moment.
I'm sorry.
Bridal emergency.
Marcus will help you from here.
Let me guess. Not much?
It's no big deal.
Mm-hmm.
What's mm-hmm supposed to mean?
No, not much.
Look, don't worry.
It's like a controlled burn.
You contain it, you monitor it,
and it clears out the dead brush.
Yeah, it makes perfect sense.
I mean, when has a fire
ever gotten out of hand?
Would you be quiet
while I'm surveilling?
She's inside.
You have reached an
unauthorized mailbox.
Thank you.
Yeah, thanks.
Here we go.
Right on cue.
Gina, she's headed your way.
Copy.
What
- Get in the car.
- Who the hell are you?
Get in the car, now.
Vincente's trying to kill you.
He won't miss twice.
- Come on, let's go.
- Let's go!
Let's go. Come on.
- Go, go, go.
- Get down. Get down!
Oh, my God. Is she okay?
What's going on?
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
Great. Nothing to see here, folks.
Just shooting an indie film. Sorry.
Yeah, I just got
Oh.
- Blood pack!
- Sorry.
- So how'd I do?
- You were fantastic.
- Really?
- Yeah.
You don't think
the hand thing was too much?
- I loved it.
- You can tell me.
- I can handle it.
- Okay.
Don't anticipate it so much next time.
But you were good. That was good.
Look, none of this makes any sense.
I just handle logistics.
Logistics that blow people up
in the middle of Manhattan.
Carl called in the hits.
I've never even met Felix before.
Why would he be after me?
You're a loose end, Logan.
And Vincente doesn't
tolerate loose ends.
Case in point, Carl Shannon
was found earlier today,
shot dead in his garage.
You were next, Logan.
You're just lucky
we were there to intervene.
If you cooperate, help us
find him, we can protect you.
If not, you're on your own
with Vincente.
I don't know where to find him.
We've only communicated online.
How?
We use a digital dead drop,
a Proton account.
We go back and forth
in the drafts folder
but never send them.
Never sent, never intercepted.
Sign in. Show us how it works.
So you have a way
to flush out Vincente.
Yeah, we have all the pieces.
We just need to put them in play.
Okay, so let's hear it.
Okay, well, first we need
to contact Vincente
via the digital dead drop protocol.
Then we wait until Vincente confirms
receipt of the message.
Vincente just responded.
We're a go.
Now, since we can't send Vincente's
logistics woman in to meet him,
we will need a cutout.
Fortunately, he's never met her before,
so he doesn't know who to expect.
Unfortunately, he has seen us.
So we're using
Toni Napier for this op.
- She's been cleared?
- Yeah, she has.
And once Toni's in place,
the rest of the team
will set up at the location.
We'll have FBI, SWAT standing by
and plainclothes agents
spread throughout.
No.
- What do you mean, no?
- Oh, no FBI.
CIA only.
It's too sensitive.
You can't be serious, Olivia.
Toni will be completely exposed.
I suggest you keep an eye on her, then.
This is our mess to clean up.
I can always find
another set of operatives,
if that's what you prefer.
No!
I wanna bring Vincente in.
Wonderful. Someone who finally gets it.
All right. Well, thank you.
One last comms check. Bill?
Still working, Colin.
- Nikki?
- Oh, yeah, loud and clear.
Toni, nod if you're good.
Hi.
Hi, there.
Are you Logan?
Yes. Why?
This is for you.
- Thank you.
- Toni, don't open it.
Toni.
No, no, no. Toni. Toni, don't.
Get
Hello?
Place every electronic
device in the backpack.
Phone, smartwatch.
Anything that can be tracked.
Okay.
Leave the bag under the bench.
Walk to the Church Avenue station
across the street and head
to the F train platform.
F train. Got it.
Are we sure about this?
Let it play out.
Vincente's paranoid.
It makes sense he'd move
her to a new location.
Yeah, as soon as
she goes down there,
it's gonna be a nightmare to follow her.
Colin, this is a bad idea.
You guys, don't let
Vincente see you.
It'll blow this whole thing up.
I'm gonna head
to the end of the platform.
- Gina?
- All right.
I've got MTA's CCTV footage up now.
I see Toni.
Okay, she's headed down the stairs now.
Go to the platform bound
for Stillwell Avenue.
Now tell me when you're there.
I'm here. Now what?
Now you wait.
Toni.
Toni, he's got a sniper rifle
on you right now.
You need to get out.
Toni!
You need to Toni!
No, no, no, no! Come on!
Come on. Go, go, go, go!
Where's Bill?
Bill's on the train with
Vincente and going after him.
- I'm coming with you.
- No! You're not!
- Bill, headed your way.
- Copy that.
Gina, what's the next station?
The train runs express through Ditmas.
- Next stop is 18th Avenue.
- Copy that.
Bill, come in.
Bill, come in!
I'm in pursuit of Vincente.
18th Street Station.
Move!
Headed into a factory at 2620 McDonald!
Copy that. I'm almost there.
Bill. Don't do it.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm good.
Are you sure?
You made the right choice.
Listen, he's gonna
spend the rest of his life
in a dark prison cell.
No.
What do you mean, no?
We're not turning him in yet.
Bill.
I need to talk to him first.
He's the only link
I have left to my dad.
Bill, come on. You are obsessed.
Oh, and you haven't been here?
I have to know.
I just I need to know.
Bill, you'll get
your chance to talk to him
when we hand him over.
That's not true, and you know it.
Look around. Where's our backup?
Why wasn't FBI allowed to help on this?
No, Olivia will have him killed
before he can even say a word,
and I'm not letting that happen.
- Not till I get what I need.
- And what is that, Bill?
What do you actually need?
Answers!
I just I need answers.
If we turn him in, I'll never get them.
But I don't know how to do this.
I do.
- Are we good?
- Yeah.
And you're sure no one
knows about this place?
It's off-grid.
Not even Nikki knows about it.
So we're safe here,
but we don't have much time.
- Got it.
- Do you, Bill?
Because right now, Nikki,
Olivia, the whole team
thinks we're still looking for Vincente.
So the longer this takes,
the harder this story is to believe.
And I am not looking forward
to the repercussions.
Hey.
I got it.
You know who I am?
Do you?
Do not try me.
You're Bob Goodman's son.
So Carl told you before I killed him?
You want to know about Palomar?
Is that it?
I already know everything about Palomar.
You know nothing.
Kids turned into murderers by the CIA.
By your father.
Yeah.
You think he protected
your people, yeah?
On the battlefield, in uniform.
You have never seen a real fight.
My home, Georgia,
was tearing itself apart.
Chechen jihadists fleeing
Russia, hiding in the forest.
Moscow was ready to move in
and would have done so
if we did not turn over the separatists.
My people let in the CIA
to guide their hand,
to kill in the shadows.
And he taught you to do it.
Oh, I see, you, uh
You want to know what kind
of man your father was.
I loved him.
As you did.
Then why did you kill him?
You spoke to Gorham.
So you did kill him.
Hmm.
Answer me.
Bill!
Hey.
- What are you doing?
- He's playing with you.
Of course he is. He's been trained to.
Whatever happened between
him and your dad is over now,
but he will continue
to use it to hurt you.
I see.
You don't think I can make him talk.
I promise you, I will make him talk.
Yes, Bill, but there's a line,
and once you cross it,
there's no going back.
I thought we operate in the gray.
Mate, listen to me.
It's over.
Okay?
You don't wanna do what you need to do
to make a man like that talk.
Trust me.
Okay.
Okay?
Yeah.
Sorry, man, I'm not thinking straight.
It's okay.
You're right.
I'll turn him in.
But not to CIA.
Bill, he'll be safer in FBI hands.
He murdered DEA contractors.
That's a slam dunk case for the DOJ.
They'll keep him safe until trial.
I'll need to run it past Nikki.
She'll have to tell Olivia.
Nah, it's better CIA doesn't know yet.
I'll make the call.
Where is he?
Where is Vincente?
He he got away.
He escaped.
How?
I pursued him onto
the subway and followed him
to another station, at which point
I was able to engage,
but he got the upper hand.
He got the upper hand?
That's right.
We needed FBI backup.
But you shut that down.
Yeah, we've been searching
for him for hours, but
Agent Goodman, you possess
a firearm, do you not?
I do.
Then why didn't you
use it and shoot him?
He was unarmed.
So what?
FBI doesn't shoot fleeing felons.
That would be murder.
That's not who I am.
Oh, I see. I see.
So despite him getting the upper hand,
this assassin just
decided to let you live?
Do I have that right?
I'm glad you're okay, Bill.
Good job, mate.
See you tomorrow.
- Hey?
- Hey.
Are you gonna invite me in?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
Can I have a drink?
Yeah, I just poured myself one.
Here, take this.
Thank you.
You all right?
No.
- Hmm.
- No, I'm not.
This, you and me working together,
it's not working for me, I'm afraid.
I figured.
Just, you know,
much as I'd like not to, I
I care about you so much, and, um
you know, that makes you
a vulnerability, doesn't it?
One that I can't afford in this job.
I agree.
You do?
Yes.
That's why I didn't push back
when Nikki told me
I was being posted to London.
I leave first thing in the morning.
Which means, um,
this is goodbye.
Right.
At least I get to say goodbye
this time, huh?
Goodbye, Toni.
Yeah.
Oh, Reese.
What do you know about Bill Goodwin?
- The FBI agent?
- Mm.
He's a Boy Scout.
I'm not so sure about that.
I want you to look into him for me.
Quietly, of course.
Any reason?
I just don't trust him.
I wanna see what he's up to.
Thank you.
No one knows you're here.
Now, you're gonna tell me
what I wanna know,
or you're never getting
out of this room alive.