The Night Agent (2023) s03e09 Episode Script

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[pensive music playing]
[Peter] The hell is this?
There's a secure online database
where the intelligence we need is stored.
It's encrypted to the point
where I can't even access it
unless I have this book.
- So it's a cipher.
- Yeah.
The crypto wallet that the LFS was using,
there's been several new deposits
that have been made this week.
They're planning something else.
[Peter] Corepoint Dynamics.
Does that sound familiar?
The company wasn't linked
to the crypto wallet,
so I thought it was completely unrelated.
This is definitely the company
that paid for the White House attacker.
I've been hunting Zapata for a long time.
I'll take him off the board.
All you need to do
is point me in the right direction.
He's hiding in one of three
potential locations.
It's all right there.
The crypto transaction Jay flagged
was payment to a shipping company,
Albertelli Maritime.
Peter, you coming?
[Peter grunting, groaning]
- [Son grunting]
- Thank you.
[door banging open]
- Dad?
- [Peter] We're good, right?
[Patterson] You have Brian Mott's
personal cell phone in your possession?
I'm putting you on disciplinary leave
pending a further investigation.
I know there was top-secret intel
on his phone.
But that phone is in evidence now.
You've been acting strange all day.
I know when something's bothering you.
It's Jacob Monroe.
I didn't assess you as someone
that I could make a deal with.
What changed?
- Orders.
- [gun firing]
Adam, I need you to come get me.
Actually, you better come to me.
[music fades]
[ominous music playing]
- [crickets chirping]
- [indistinct chatter]
So we'll just see what happens
on Super Tuesday.
So you still like your chances, huh?
We do, actually.
We'd like them better if we had
your continued financial support.
I'm sorry, Richard, but at the moment,
I'm in a wait-and-see kind of mood.
[soft piano music in distance]
[Hagan scoffing]
I thought Berke was a lock.
[softly] Just keep hitting them
with that gorgeous smile.
[Hagan] Oh, Brennan.
[Jenny] Jacob.
I'm glad you made it.
You put on a lovely event here, Jenny.
Although the attendance seems thin.
Oh, by design.
We wanted to do something
for our supporters
who've been with us from the start.
I suppose it's hard to back a horse
when the odds aren't in its favor.
- Odds can change.
- Don't I know it.
It's what I love about politics
and horse racing.
Then why don't you double your bet
while the odds are in your favor?
Double? I don't know, Jenny.
[Jenny] Whatever you're feeling.
I was thinking six million to start?
To the Super PAC?
Jacob, thank you.
Wow, that's incredibly generous.
I think with some creative accounting,
we can get it straight to the campaign.
I mean, that'd be more useful
for you both, no?
It's a gorgeous night.
Why don't we step outside?
Well, after you.
Yes, sorry. Creative accounting,
that sounds a lot like fraud.
Well, it doesn't have to be,
with the right banker at the right bank.
Who do you think we are?
A very ambitious couple that I think
would be great for this country.
It would require
your participation, of course.
Meaning?
A legitimate pass-through.
A non-profit… like yours.
My charity?
What? Why?
We're in this together, aren't we?
Mutually assured destruction.
If you choose to view it that way.
You shouldn't look a gift horse
in the mouth.
Yeah, tell that to the Trojans.
Even a whisper of this
would sink our campaign.
[Monroe] What campaign, Jenny?
You've lost the early primaries,
no key endorsements.
Enthusiasm is waning,
and they haven't even seen
the internal polls I have.
Hello, glue factory.
[tense music playing]
Just so I understand…
what exactly are you proposing?
A partnership.
[tense music swelling]
[opening theme music playing]
[Peter panting]
[door creaking]
[exhales]
- No.
- Yeah.
What happened?
He shot himself in the head.
Yeah, I see that.
What… what the fuck, man?
I… I should've caught it.
I should've caught it.
I was hoping he'd come through
like he did with Hutson.
What are you talking about?
After you went MIA,
he started cooperating.
He was able to leverage Hutson
to give us real intel on Zapata.
Potential hideouts,
the name of the company he uses
for his global arms trade.
Albertelli Maritime Shipping.
- You ever heard of that?
- No.
Operates up and down
the Eastern Seaboard.
I was gonna run it down
after I brought him in, but then…
Then what, he offered you a deal?
You know, I searched for you
for two full hours. That's all I found.
And then he tells me
he knows who took you.
All I had to do in exchange was to
bring him here, get some documents.
He goes in there,
works through his
papers, pulls out a gun…
and I was too slow.
Did he say anything? Before he, uh…
No, nothing.
But after the way
he and Isabel left things, I think maybe…
Maybe he finally came to terms
with everything he'd done.
Yeah.
Isabel?
She's at your place.
I haven't told her.
I was gonna call it in,
but then I heard from you.
I figured you decide the next steps.
Yeah, call it in.
I'll let her know.
This is not on Isabel. You let her know.
I will.
I figure you got the bastard
who's been after us.
He took himself out of play.
[Adam] Voluntarily?
Call it in, Adam.
I'll explain it later.
[suspenseful music playing]
[keyboard clacking]
[keyboard clacking]
[sighing] Damn it.
[knocking on door]
[ominous music playing]
[floor creaking]
[Chelsea] Peter?
It's Chelsea.
Hello?
Peter's not here.
Do you know where he is?
Who are you?
My name's Chelsea Arrington.
I'm a friend of his.
I've been trying to call him,
but he isn't answering.
Please, I really need his help.
Help with what?
It's complicated. I just…
I need to talk to him.
He's not here.
When will he be back?
I don't know.
Okay.
Um, look, if you see him, please tell him
to call Chelsea back ASAP.
Tell him it's about Corepoint.
[lock clicking]
What about Corepoint?
[General] We have drones surveilling
all three of Zapata's possible hideouts.
Still no visual confirmation.
Mr. President,
if you don't mind me asking,
how reliable was this intelligence?
- Very.
- Then this is an easy conversation.
We bomb all three.
[General] The potential for escalation
if we hit three separate compounds
is extraordinarily high.
Massive collateral damage,
women, children.
I'm more concerned
with American women and children.
This guy is planning
an imminent attack on domestic soil.
Agreed. We need to strike now.
The body count we have on him
likely doesn't even scratch the surface.
If we lose him
Then don't lose him.
[music fades]
General,
do you believe
that you have everything you need
to carry out a successful operation?
I do, sir.
And do you think
you'd be able to do so on a dime?
[pensive music playing]
Yes, sir.
Monitor all three locations.
Wait for confirmation.
I want you poised to strike
the second I order it.
Mr. President
We're not bombing blind.
We will not build peace
from the bricks of collateral damage,
especially women and children.
Not in my presidency.
Thank you, everyone.
[door opening]
[indistinct chatter]
[door closing]
I think you should have listened
to Kimbal and Gardner.
It's not a time to waver.
This is a legacy moment.
A legacy moment? [scoffing]
Well, we've had a few of those today.
I got a call earlier.
Monroe is no longer an issue.
Richard…
[inaudible]
How often did they meet?
- [music fades]
- We're still off the record, right?
You don't have to keep on checking.
At least a dozen times.
I think the First Lady was leaking
intelligence via Mott to an outside party.
Corepoint Dynamics,
owned by Jacob Monroe.
God, I swear I know that name.
[Isabel] Look familiar?
[Chelsea] Yeah, actually.
He visited POTUS,
uh, before the election.
On the campaign trail.
He was a donor or something.
They seemed friendly.
So why would he hire someone
to attack the First Lady?
Peter said this guy
is an intelligence broker?
I mean, maybe he turned
the First Lady, or the president.
He said the online drive contained
evidence of his entire operation.
Proof of every intelligence agent
and politician on his payroll.
Insurance, in case he got caught.
So if he and the First Family
had any kind of dirty relationship,
the evidence is in there.
But it's encrypted
by a book of fairy tales.
I know, it sounds crazy.
Yeah, doesn't mean it's not true.
- [lock clicking]
- Behind me.
[door opening]
- [tense music playing]
- [keys jangling]
[door closing]
[lock clicking]
Whoa.
[music fades]
Chelsea?
Peter, are you hurt? Where have you been?
Is that his copy? With the misprints?
Yeah.
It's, uh…
- Chelsea, what are you doing here?
- Things got complicated in D.C.
Isabel brought me
up to speed on everything.
I thought I had a shitty week.
Yeah, uh…
Love to hear about it, but…
Hey, uh, can I talk to you for a minute?
Yeah. Just give me a second.
[keyboard clacking]
[Peter] Isabel.
Did he tell you how to unlock this thing?
- I… I can't figure it out.
- Hey.
[somber music playing]
Can I talk to you outside?
What's wrong?
Did something happen?
What?
Adam was bringing your father
into custody,
and, um…
he got hold of a gun.
Just say it.
[Peter] He took his own life.
Look, I'm sorry,
but, uh…
he's gone, Isabel.
[music fades]
[sighing] I just got Chase back to sleep.
- [Hagan sighing]
- Any news on Zapata?
No. Still no confirmation
of his exact location.
If we wait too long
- If I wait too long.
- [Jenny] Right.
If you wait too long,
you risk missing an opportunity
to give those families justice
and define your presidency.
Maybe.
Or maybe it'll be overshadowed
by the news that my wife's charity
illegally laundered money
into my presidential campaign.
- Where's my cheese plate?
- I had Alma take it away.
I didn't want it to just sit.
- I'll make you something.
- [Hagan] No. It's fine.
I'm not hungry.
How about you drop
the petulant schoolboy attitude
so we can assess the situation
and troubleshoot?
Troubleshoot?
I think historians and impeachment
prosecutors prefer the word "cover-up."
It's called crisis management.
I don't like how you're framing this.
How am I supposed to frame it?
You've been lying to me for two years.
Bolstering you.
And I was not the only one who withheld,
by the way.
No, it's not even
remotely the same thing.
A donation? A bit of oppo in exchange
for a line item veto as… as governor?
That's just politics.
You? You made a deal with the devil
and thought he'd never come to collect.
What did he want in return?
- He didn't say at first.
- [Hagan] What did he want?
Access to the presidential daily brief.
Oh my God.
You were losing in the primary,
and suddenly things turned around.
What do you think happened, luck?
Uh, we… we pivoted?
We… we tweaked the messaging?
- [Jenny] No!
- Targeted ad buys?
I secured your most reliable donor
so that you had the freedom
and the bandwidth
to do the important work that got
us all the way to the White House
and your nightly fucking cheese plate!
I didn't need your help to win.
You needed a miracle.
And I got you one.
Yeah, but you did
You should have talked to me.
I wanted your hands clean.
Yeah? And how's that going?
Lately, I have thought a lot
about whether I would make
the same decision again.
And would you?
Every fucking time.
Look at where we are,
where you are.
But I should've told you.
That's where I went wrong.
We've always done everything in lockstep,
and I violated that bond.
I thought I was helping.
[pensive music playing]
I'm so sorry.
Lockstep?
[softly] It's how we've always done it.
How we built our life,
our family, how we got here.
Then that's how we'll stay here.
No. I don't believe it.
[sighing] Isabel, I saw him.
- He wouldn't have done that.
- He was sick.
Maybe he was more sick than
he was letting on, and he decided
He thought he was never going to die.
He always thought
there was another card to play.
Always. He never gave up.
Isabel…
Peter, Adam is lying.
Did you see him?
- Did you see him pull the trigger?
- No.
If you or Adam or anyone in your program
wanted to kill someone and make it seem
like it was a suicide, could you do it?
Yes.
Yes, but I… I can't imagine that Adam
Adam?
Does he have a cabin Upstate?
Yeah.
Why?
Earlier this year,
the president went to see him.
Said he was an old friend.
You're not just a regular FBI agent
anymore, are you?
Who runs your program, Peter?
The president?
Yes.
I was recruited by Travers
after Camp David.
- And now you answer to Hagan.
- [Peter] Yeah.
You were suspicious of Hagan,
even when I bumped into you
at the White House. Why?
[tense music playing]
[Peter sighing]
A month before the election,
you remember that tape that got leaked?
The one that got Knox
to drop out of the presidential race?
- And got Hagan elected?
- [Peter] Yeah.
Monroe was the one
who gave Hagan's campaign that tape.
He made Hagan president?
If POTUS and/or FLOTUS colluded
with a suspected terrorist
to swing an election,
they would do anything to cover that up.
Yeah. And use an old friend to help.
Okay, but why would Adam
take Monroe here first, then?
Why would he invite me
to the scene of the crime?
- Why not just cover it up?
- Are you saying you believe him?
I don't know.
I don't.
- [cell phone vibrating]
- Okay? But I
Hold on.
Shit.
Jay's trying to leave the hospital
against medical advice.
I gotta go talk to him.
- You need a ride?
- Yeah, I just gotta change first.
I'm coming with.
Are you sure?
- Mr. President.
- [Hagan] Trent.
You're up early.
Yes, sir. There's a
lot to do with this
Mott investigation, yes.
That's actually something
I wanted to discuss. Uh…
[sighing] Sort of feels like it's
run its course, don't you think?
[suspenseful music playing]
[elevator bell dinging]
[sighing]
Renee. So sorry to drag you in here
at this ungodly hour.
Any time away from home's
a blessing these days.
There's a story developing,
something we wanna get ahead of.
It involves…
…Agent Arrington.
Taking another person's life…
I can only imagine
that her strange behavior
was trying to make sense
of a sad situation
involving a very disturbed man.
I came to you because you're someone we…
…can trust to exercise discretion.
Okay, well, it's not really protocol.
Usually,
we'd let the investigation play out,
let this come through
official channels. I'm just…
…trying to protect you as best we can.
This investigation allows us
to determine our vulnerabilities,
protect against
a similar attack in the future.
Even if that determination
puts your position at risk?
Jenny and I know
how lucky we are to have you, Trent.
You are…
[Jenny] …a star, he says.
I mean, he even Well, I shouldn't,
but whatever.
You know how Simmons
is retiring next year?
Yeah.
Someone has to take his House seat,
and I may have seen your name
on a rather short list.
We thought this was something to get
ahead of, but if you think otherwise,
we'll defer to your instincts.
Uh, Mrs. Hagan.
Maybe…
…you're right.
Might be best for all of us
just to move on.
Yeah?
[sucking teeth] I was on the fence,
but I'm glad you agree that this is the…
…best course of action.
But Theo…
Conflict of interest.
We'll deal with it without him.
Instincts, I love it.
Thanks, Trent.
[suspenseful music playing]
I got a call about him
trying to leave or something.
- Name?
- Jay Batra, B-A-T-R-A.
[indistinct chatter]
[Isabel sighing]
[nurse] Someone will bring him out
in a bit.
- [Peter] I'm sorry, how long is a bit?
- [nurse] As long as it is.
[woman crying]
[softly] It's okay, ma'am.
[Peter grunting]
Any luck?
No.
I have to get out of here.
[Peter] What's going on?
Isabel, are you okay?
Peter.
- Go. I'll check on her.
- Yeah, thanks.
What was that about?
Uh, I'll tell you later. You okay?
Am I okay? You ever been shot, man?
- Yeah.
- Oh.
- Well, then you know that shit hurts.
- So, what's going on?
You were trying to get out, escape?
What are you doing?
I knew that's the only way
they'd call you.
There's been new activity
in the LFS crypto wallet.
- I know. The second attack, the deposits
- No, not those.
Show me your phone.
Think I'll have a cool scar
when this heals?
No.
Are you shitting me?
What's the point of getting shot, then?
[tense music playing]
Okay, here.
It's a list of all the activity
on the blockchain in the crypto wallet.
Look at the most recent one.
It's a withdrawal earlier today.
It's a Bitcoin ATM
at a pharmacy in Salem, New Jersey.
Uh, Salem, that's, uh…
that's a shipping town.
Let's see if Zapata's company
runs out of there.
- [car horns honking]
- [Isabel sniffling, crying]
[sirens wailing in distance]
Thank you.
You know, um, sometimes it's easier
to say the hard stuff to strangers.
I didn't know him all that well.
But the more I found out…
He…
He was a sad, pathetic, awful man.
It doesn't mean you don't get to feel sad
or angry or confused or scared,
or all of the above.
He doesn't deserve it, you know?
Not a single fucking tear.
[somber music playing]
I'm gonna crack this thing open.
And I'm gonna make sure the world
knows exactly who he really was.
Uh, Chelsea, this is Jay.
- You good?
- Yeah, I'll be okay.
Peter told me.
[music fades]
Your dad, he was an interesting guy.
You know, it was kind of complicated,
obviously, between us.
Kidnapped me, was a terrorist.
Anyway…
- Yeah, I'm sorry.
- Thanks.
Jay caught a withdrawal from an LFS
crypto wallet at a Bitcoin ATM.
Albertelli Maritime Shipping
that operates nearby.
Whatever they're smuggling in,
they're smuggling it through there.
- I'm gonna go check it out, do some recon.
- I'll be backup.
Isabel's gonna break open the drive.
Might as well make myself
useful in the meantime.
[cell phone vibrating]
- Hold on.
- [suspenseful music playing]
[Jay] What drive?
It's a cloud drive. It's my father's.
It contains a full ledger
of his criminal activity,
but it's encrypted in this book.
Okay, so like a book cipher?
Except that doesn't work.
Yeah, a guy like your dad,
I'd be surprised if there was
just one layer of encryption.
Did you try, like, a simple substitution?
ROT13, Caesar cipher?
What, am I the only
one who likes puzzles?
Okay, just let me try, okay?
Forensics is still processing the scene,
but the FBI cleared Adam.
- So he'll meet us up in Salem.
- [Chelsea] Okay.
Jay and I will head to The Register.
But be careful with Adam,
both of you, yeah?
Who's Adam?
[ominous music playing]
- Hey.
- Hey.
[Theo] What is this?
- Who gave you that?
- [Theo] One of the interns.
You shouldn't have seen it.
Conflict of interest.
We're taking care of it.
No, you can't print this, Renee.
It's all lies.
Look, I don't know
what Chelsea's been up to,
and it sounds like you don't either,
but our job's to serve the president
and handle the narrative.
So fall in line or step aside.
Yeah, they say he came in yesterday
during your shift.
2:13 p.m.
Tell her he would've been using
that thing right there.
2:13.
Okay. My boss says
she's checking the tape. Hang on.
Can you let her know
we're in a rush, please?
[clerk] He says they're in a rush.
She says she's not a fucking magician.
Thanks.
[cell phone vibrating]
[indistinct chatter]
I don't know who Theo is,
but that's four times in ten minutes.
I'd answer it or file
a restraining order.
It's just my fiancé.
You're engaged? Congratulations.
Yeah, he's great.
But?
He just, uh… He's a fix-it guy.
You know, he sees a problem,
he has to fix it.
Sometimes it's great, but this time
I needed him to just listen to me,
and instead he went behind my back.
- Tried to fix it?
- Yeah, really fucked things up for me.
That sucks, Chelsea, but…
at least you have somebody
that cares enough to try.
Trust me.
- Hey.
- [Adam] Hey.
Owner's pulling the security footage
from the time of the ATM withdrawal.
And Isabel?
How'd she take the news?
You know.
Where is she now?
She's with… She's with Jay. They're
trying to get into Monroe's drive.
At the apartment?
I think so, yeah.
You think so? What does that mean?
Come on, I thought we were past this part.
If it's need-to-know, look me in the eye.
- Tell me.
- It's not that.
I know at some point they were planning
to go to The Financial Register.
I just don't know when exactly.
- Filing a story?
- No.
Just sorting through the facts.
Are we good?
- Yes.
- [Adam] Yeah?
Yeah, we're good.
[tense music playing]
Adam, this is Chelsea Arrington.
Arrington, yeah, Secret Service.
You were on the news the other night.
We've met before, actually.
At my cabin. Yeah, POTUS's detail.
Did he send you here to babysit us?
Just helping out a friend.
[Peter] What'd you find?
These are our guys.
Great. Let's go to the port, ask some
questions, see if anybody can ID 'em.
I'll ride with Adam.
Hey, you good?
Yeah.
I can't be stopped! It's too late!
- I am the tickle monster, and I got you!
- [kids giggling]
[Jenny] I cannot be stopped!
I cannot be stopped!
"Mayden" with a Y instead of an I.
[keyboard clacking]
[music fades]
Yeah, so like I said,
if I was your father,
I would encrypt this one step further.
- How would that work?
- Mono-alphabetic substitution.
Basically, to decode a message,
you shift the entire alphabet
left or right by a fixed value.
It could be a number,
but in this day and age, a word's better.
How so?
Just easier for a human to remember,
harder for a computer to guess, so…
It's kinda genius
when you think about it.
A substitution cipher
with a keyword only your father knows
on top of a book cipher
tied to a rare misprint…
There is no way anybody's getting
through there that's not supposed to.
Hence the problem.
Right.
Uh, anything stand out
as being really important to him?
Power? Money? Terrorism?
No, I mean something important to him.
Something personal,
something he wouldn't forget.
It's strange.
He tried to give me this book
the first time that I met him,
when I was 15, when he was trying
to claw his way into my life.
But it's weird.
Why would he use this as a
Key to his doomsday files?
[pensive music playing]
Guess he was sentimental like that?
Let's try "Isabel."
- Look up the next word.
- Uh… [sighing]
[pages rustling]
"Sillver." Two Ls.
Try that.
[keyboard clacking]
Figures.
[tense music swelling]
- [suspenseful music playing]
- [seagulls warbling]
[ship horn blaring]
Middle of the day and it's a ghost town.
Maybe the money was just to make sure
this place was empty.
Hey, look. Last dock on the south end.
Yeah, those are our guys.
What do you think's in those coolers?
Is sashimi too much to hope for?
I'm gonna go get a closer look.
You guys stay here, keep watch.
Go comms on, okay?
[gun cocking]
[Chelsea] Clear.
[suspenseful music continues]
[crate rolling]
[objects clattering]
[panting] They're loading the coolers
into the trucks.
They're filled with some sort
of red plastic explosive.
Semtex.
Truck full of it
could wipe out a city block.
Shit. I'll call for backup.
[crate thudding]
[keys jangling]
Brooklyn Bridge.
Empire State.
[in Spanish] Rafael and I
will take care of Grand Central.
And you two
will get things started in Times Square.
Let's go!
[lock clicking]
[indistinct chatter]
[in English] I think one of the trucks
is leaving.
[truck engine starting]
We gotta stop it.
[car horn honking]
- Get out of the way.
- You work here?
[man] No.
How'd you get in?
I've been waiting for like 15 minutes
for someone to show up.
I've got a delivery coming any moment.
Where are they?
[man] We don't know anything
about your delivery.
Okay, well then tell me who does.
[in Spanish] Who is this dumbass?
Oh, pendejo, huh?
You think I don't know what that means?
[man 2 in Spanish] Move your car.
[Adam in English]
That… that means move, right?
[man 2] I will count to three.
Yeah, in English or Spanish?
If you aren't in your car by tres…
Oh shit. Whoa, whoa. Hey, whoa.
All right, I'm just gonna call
Chris in the office.
Happens all the time.
He's gonna sort it out, right?
I mean, this
[in Spanish] What's happening?
[man 2] This guy is in our way.
[in English] Hey, turn around.
Turn around.
[in Spanish] He was at the casino.
He's a Fed!
[gun firing]
[indistinct yelling]
[grunting]
[indistinct shouting]
[in Spanish] Grab him!
[truck engine revving]
[intense music playing]
[in English] Shit.
[Peter grunting]
Adam, where are you?
South side. Can't shake 'em.
[Adam grunting, panting]
[Peter grunting]
No guns. The explosives.
[Chelsea] Adam, there's a repair yard
northwest of you.
See the green flag on that mast?
- [Adam] I see it.
- Get there.
[Peter grunting]
[man grunting]
[man yelling]
[tires screeching]
[device beeping]
[both grunting]
[engine revving]
Shit.
I'm here. Where are you?
- [Chelsea] Just keep running.
- Then what?
Just trust me.
You okay?
No, wait!
Peter, where are you?
They triggered the explosives.
I gotta ditch this thing.
[Peter grunting]
Shit.
[both grunting]
[man grunting]
[both grunting]
[Peter straining]
[man grunting]
[both straining]
[man choking]
[suspenseful music swelling]
Peter!
[Peter breathing heavily]
[Chelsea] You okay?
[coughing]
- [music fades]
- [sirens wailing in distance]
[tense music playing]
[pages rustling]
"Dear Isabel, your mother told me about
this book on our first date together."
"I hope one day we can return
to that bookshop in her memory."
Why would he write an inscription?
Totally destroys the value.
Unless the writing itself
is more valuable.
Try that.
Okay.
Look up the next word.
"Goldn." No E.
[softly] Here, try that.
[keyboard clacking]
How'd you know?
It's where he took my mom
on their first date.
[Jay] Oh, wow.
That is gonna take
forever to get through.
Start with Corepoint Dynamics.
[sirens chirping]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[music fades]
Excuse me, sir.
How long do I have to wait here?
Not sure. Orders are to keep you here
till we get you debriefed.
- I have to get back to my team.
- [agent] It shouldn't be too much longer.
- [cell phone vibrating]
- Okay.
Hey.
- We got the drive open.
- [Peter] Great. What'd you find?
Everything. President Hagan
and the First Lady
go back years with my father.
He has so much stuff on them.
From money laundering
to campaign finance violations,
all facilitated
by Walcott Capital and Freya Myers.
That's the woman trying to murder us
and bury the story.
- Just make copies of everything, okay?
- That's just the tip of the iceberg.
There are thousands of files on there.
Names, dates, audio recordings,
financial documents.
Your name is on there too, Peter.
Yeah, I know.
Uh, it's a long story, but…
Isabel, I need you to trust me, okay?
- I do.
- [Peter] Well, just secure everything.
I'll find Chelsea,
and we'll come to you, okay?
You haven't been released.
Released? What
You heard me.
Take a seat.
[tense music playing]
Okay, sorry.
[indistinct chatter]
- [Hagan] You found him?
- We think so, sir.
A cell phone recovered
from the LFS terrorists in New Jersey
made a call earlier today.
Pinged a tower near
one of the three Zapata hideouts.
On your call, Mr. President.
Proceed.
[suspenseful music playing]
Operation's green light.
T-minus 20 seconds to impact.
T-minus 10.
Five, four, three, two…
Ground team on standby, sir.
Send them in.
Ground team to go.
[dramatic music playing]
[cell phone vibrating]
- Thank you.
- [medic] You're good.
- Sir?
- [Hagan] We got Zapata.
Ground team found his remains,
confirmed his identity.
I'm going live in 15
to address the nation.
Hey, it was the right call, buddy,
bringing you into Night Action.
Oh, I wish I could take all the credit,
sir, but that was a team effort.
Sutherland and Arrington,
they deserve just as much praise.
Is that right?
[tense music playing]
Hey, is, uh, Arrington still with you?
[Adam] Yeah, she's here. Why?
Adam, I need you to do
one more thing for me.
And, um…
this one won't be easy.
Understood, yeah.
All good?
Yeah, a couple of scrapes,
but I will live.
And I believe I have you
to thank for that.
Oh, likewise.
Let's call it even, shall we?
That was Peter.
He's still getting grilled in there,
but he wants us to, uh, check in
with the guys at The Register.
He's gonna join us when he can.
Okay.
[suspenseful music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[cell phone vibrating]
Hey.
Thank God you answered.
Listen, they're putting out a narrative
framing you for colluding with Mott.
What?
The Hagans, they tried
to hide it from me, but I got wind.
Are you safe?
Uh, I… I don't know where you are,
but you should come home.
Yeah, everything's fine.
I'm in New York visiting a friend,
but I'll let you know
when I'm heading back.
New York? Okay.
I love you.
Yeah, I love you too.
All good?
Yeah.
My fiancé.
Still getting used to saying that.
[chuckling] Mazel.
[Chelsea chuckling]
Was that our exit?
Oh shit.
Yeah.
Uh, it's all good. We'll, uh…
We'll grab the, uh, country road.
[sinister music playing]
Excuse me.
Have you seen my friend, Arrington?
She's Secret Service. You were talking
to her over there earlier.
- Do you know where she went?
- She went off with the other guy.
- This way?
- That's right.
- Thank you.
- [cell phone vibrating]
[suspenseful music playing]
Shit.
[cell phone vibrating]
- [Peter] Hello?
- [Hagan] Peter?
- Mr. President?
- [Hagan] Sorry.
Probably should've led with that.
Someone usually dials on my behalf
and announces me,
but I thought this would be better,
just you and me.
I've been trying to reach
Deputy Director Mosley, but he
[Hagan] Yeah,
Mosley's on another assignment.
He won't be reachable for a bit.
In fact, that's, uh, why I'm calling.
I'm not sure if you heard,
but thanks to your fine work,
Raúl Zapata's dead.
And this case is pretty damn well closed.
You've earned yourself a vacation.
Sir, I think this goes a lot further
than Zapata and the LFS.
[Hagan] Jacob Monroe, yeah.
I heard.
But, uh, sounds like
he also found some justice.
Self-inflicted, of course.
Sir, I have reason to believe that
one of your night agents has gone rogue.
- He kidnapped Chelsea Arrington
- Adam is acting on my orders.
He's not the one I'm worried about.
I'm not sure what you think is happening
here, Peter, so let me explain.
Chelsea has been acting erratic
since the shooting.
She was put on leave, ran away from home,
from her fiancé.
She clearly isn't thinking straight.
Those are the facts.
I told Adam to bring her in before
she does something she'll regret
Chelsea is not the problem here.
[Hagan chuckling softly]
Then what is the problem,
in your estimation?
Sir…
I think you and your wife
got mixed up with Monroe,
did some things you shouldn't have,
and now you're using Adam
to cover your tracks.
That's quite the theory.
[Peter] It's not a theory, sir.
It's facts.
And I was raised to believe
that those matter.
Stand down, agent.
That is an order
from your commander-in-chief.
Can't do that.
Well, then I think that's treason, Peter.
Just like your father.
But, uh, apples and trees, I suppose.
With all due respect, sir…
fuck you.
[ominous music playing]
[Hagan] My fellow Americans,
I stand here
addressing the nation and the world
because today, at my direction,
the United States launched
a narrowly targeted strike
against Raúl Zapata,
the arms dealer and terrorist leader
whose organization
has directly caused the deaths
of thousands of men, women, and children,
as well as the recent victims
of the attack on Flight Pima 12.
Raúl Zapata is dead
at the hands of American forces.
Furthermore,
the brave men and women of the FBI
have thwarted an intended attack
against New York City
by an active cell of LFS terrorists.
No American law enforcement
or service members
were harmed in these operations,
and there were no civilian casualties,
a detail that was
of the utmost importance to me.
I leave you with this promise.
I will stop at nothing
to keep our people,
our country, our families safe.
In the battle of good versus evil,
the chips have a habit
of falling in our favor.
May God bless you,
may God bless our troops,
and may God bless
these United States of America.
[music fades]
[ending theme music playing]
[music fades]