[Owen] Previously on The Recruit…
He needs adult supervision, so I'm sending you to Korea with him.
I'm Grace Cho with NIS.
Come with me, please.
[in Korean] The CIA is definitely up to something.
We need to get proactive.
[in English] So you have 48 hours to find my wife,
come up with a plan, and bring her back home.
And don't even think about trying to betray me.
That would trigger the automatic release of everything I know.
Owen?
[Owen] Uh, how are you?
My dad was stationed in Seoul when I was a kid.
Yoo Jin was my BFF. She was my first kiss.
She was the only person there for me when my dad got blown up.
I guess I just… I came here to say… thank you.
They are investigating you for a possible counterintelligence breach
and me for helping you.
[Mike] This is Port Louis Station, the place careers go to die.
There's no operational anythings around here.
You're gonna take over Dawn's job in Warsaw.
I want this girl vetted and in the field ASAP.
Yes, sir.
Lester's asking me to ask you about using your assets.
Why the fuck is he asking you about my assets?
Because I needed to use one of his, and he assumes I have something on you,
which I do.
The hostage is a South Korean national being held in Russia.
-[clatter, whirring] -Shit.
-What's… What is g-- Uh, what was that? -We're taking off.
What? No, I… I gotta get outta here.
-[Tom] No. Sorry. -[Owen] Where are we going?
To have a conversation with the Taliban.
[tense music playing]
[music fades]
[radio static crackling]
[static ends]
["Brand New!" by Hudi playing]
♪ Uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah ♪
♪ Uh-uh, uh-uh ♪
♪ Get it, get it, uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah ♪
[music ends]
-Have you ever been to Qatar? -No, sir.
But I'm pretty sure my father spent a few weeks here
after his first tour of duty.
He was at, uh, Al Udeid.
You should bring him a souvenir.
He tripped an IED in Helmand Province when I was 12.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Wait.
That means this meeting with the Taliban is gonna bring up some shit for you.
-Why didn't you say anything earlier? -I… Because I have a job to do.
You said that the one guy that can help save my hostage is here,
so I don't exactly have time to be getting all in my feelings.
-"Getting all in your feelings"? -Correct.
That's, uh, admirable, you know. But it's a bunch of bullshit.
Because you have zero control
over when your body decides to get all in your feelings.
Trust me.
In another life, I was Special Forces. I lost people.
My feelings, they show up whenever the fuck they feel like it.
And all you can do is not let them control you.
Now that's taken me years to get to.
So I need to know that you are up to the task,
because I'm trying to bring four Americans home here,
and if your trauma is gonna jeopardize my mission, I will leave you in this car.
I can control them.
Good.
-[Owen] Doesn't that bother you? -What?
Doing deals with devils?
"Devils"? [scoffs]
Angels aren't exactly in the kidnapping business, Owen.
[distant dog barking]
[somber music playing]
[distant siren wailing]
[siren grows louder]
[Nan Hee] Jang Kyun!
[siren, music end abruptly]
[in Korean] Did you hear me?
[Jang Kyun] Mm-hmm.
Pay the utility bill. Pick up the new rice cooker.
-Mm. -Water your plants.
And don't ask Mrs. Cho next door about her deadbeat son anymore.
I added the last one.
No fooling.
[clothes rustling]
-Can't you stay? -[Nan Hee] Mm-mm.
Don't start. You know I have to.
What's the American saying?
[in English] "Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
[in Korean] That would be impossible in my case.
Oh? Are you already too fond of me?
[Jang Kyun] Mm.
[Nan Hee giggles]
[distant motorbike rumbling]
[birds chirping]
It's different this time.
The trip is too risky.
I'll be careful.
I promise.
Hmm?
And I pay the jopok good money to keep me safe.
[scoffs] Great.
My wife's safety is in the hands of the Korean mob.
No, I'm in your hands right now.
-[Jang Kyun chuckles] -[rapid smooching]
[Nan Hee chuckling]
Now, either help me pack or cook breakfast. You choose.
But, honey, I'm so hungry right now.
-[siren continues wailing] -[dog barking]
[somber music resumes]
[music pulsing]
[dramatic music playing]
[tires screech]
[dramatic music continues]
Mr. Wallace, sir, Lord Bonner-Jones is waiting. Follow me.
[music fades]
Thomas.
Welcome to Qatar.
-Oliver. -Oh God.
-Yes. Hey. There we are. [chuckles] -I love what you've done with the place.
Yes, well, renovations were started by a minor prince,
but he backed the wrong horse in the Arab Spring and… [rasps]
[Tom mutters]
[Oliver] I then won it in a card game.
Thought it would be a perfect spot for a secret negotiation.
-Is Halifa here? -[Oliver] Uh, yes, yes. He's downstairs.
Now, he is in a little bit of a tizz.
ISIS-K attacked his convoy on the way out of the country, so…
-[phone ringing] -I'm s-- Really sorry about that.
This is Owen Hendricks. He hitched a ride to come talk to you.
Oh. Happy to help a friend of a friend. Are you with the State Department as well?
-No, I'm a lawyer with the Agency. -Oh, right. A lawyer.
-No, I am. -Oh, yes, course you are.
-[phone vibrates] -Seriously, I… [sputters]
-[Oliver chuckles] -Sorry. I gotta take this.
-Yo. -Don't "yo" me. I need a status update.
Have you found my wife yet?
I'm literally in the middle of trying to get that answer for you right now.
There's this guy who knows a guy who he's about to get into it with.
You sound like the subtitles of a bad Mafia film.
I gotta go. I'll call you the second I have something.
-[Jang Kyun] Wait! -[Tom] Saifuddin. Hello.
Thank you for making the trip.
-[Saifuddin] I almost canceled. -[tense music]
My people are closing ranks. IS-K is coming in hard from the right.
-If anyone hears I'm talking to you-- -[Tom] They will not.
I want you to know, I deeply appreciate you making our conversation a priority,
because I do truly believe… that we can find common ground.
So…
shall we?
Please.
[clears throat]
[man chatters in Arabic]
-[tense music continues] -[Owen breathes heavily]
[high-pitched ringing]
[ragged breaths trembling]
-[music intensifies] -[heartbeat thumping]
-[Oliver] You wanted to talk to me? -[music fades]
[sighs] Yes, um… a lot of travel.
Jet lag's killing me.
Ah, yes.
[clears throat] But, yes, um, more importantly,
I need your help locating a South Korean woman
who was kidnapped on Sakhalin Island by the Russians.
Oh.
Yeah. Mm.
What?
Mm, well, Russia, it's a bit dicey for me at the moment.
My friend in Moscow is no longer my friend in Moscow.
I, uh, had relations with his sister.
Uh, sisters.
-Not at the same time. -No judgment. I get how that's awkward.
-Mm. -But this is a top-priority ask.
National security is at stake.
So what can I do to get you to reach out, smooth things over, and get me an answer?
Well, you can't.
[softly] Come on.
And even if you could, it would be, ooh,
blisteringly expensive.
[tense, pulsing music playing]
-Sorry. Could you just give me a second? -Yes, of course.
Excuse me.
[music continues]
[line rings]
-Don't ever hang up on me again. -[Owen] Let me ask you something.
Is it weird if a bodyguard leaves his protectee's side
during a face-to-face with the adversary?
-[Jang Kyun] What? Where are you? -Looking for your wife.
The where will just confuse you.
Now he's texting someone.
And now he's putting earplugs in. That's definitely weird, right?
A bodyguard should be on full sensory alert at all times.
A man with a gun puts in earplugs when he knows it's about to get noisy.
Shit.
[suspenseful music building]
[Owen] Tom!
-Look out! -[music fades]
[men shout in Arabic]
-[Tom in English] Oh shit. -[heavy gunfire]
["Paper Machete" by Queens of the Stone Age playing]
[indistinct shouting in Arabic]
[pants]
[in English] So much for a secret meeting!
Man down!
Keep him covered!
[music continues]
[rapid gunfire]
[distant gunfire echoes]
Not good.
-[Owen grunting] -[music ends]
[hushed] Go! Go!
No! No! No, this way! Come on!
-[distant shouting in Arabic] -[in English] Okay.
We need to find Tom. We'll help him.
[softly] No, no, no. Wrong. No.
We are the ones that move the chess pieces.
We do not run around the board.
So what, we just wait until they rescue us?
Well, now you're beginning to get the measure of it, yeah?
[metallic clatter nearby]
[heavy gunfire]
[nearing gunfire]
[clatter]
[Owen] That's them.
[tense, unsettling music playing]
-[men shouting in Arabic in distance] -[heavy gunfire continues]
[man 1 over radio] Clear the room and meet me outside!
[man 2] Copy.
[music intensifies]
[inaudible chatter]
-[Owen grunts] -[music fades]
[Owen pants]
[gun clatters]
[pipe clatters]
[breathes heavily]
[in English] Clear.
My kind of lawyer.
[approaching footsteps]
-[Oliver sighs] -[dramatic music playing]
There you are, sir.
ISIS fighters are down.
Halifa bugged out… and we should too.
[Oliver] Yeah.
[dramatic music continues]
[music ends]
["Friends" by DJ Pone playing] ♪ Troubles run like rivers ♪
♪ Hold onto my shoulder How can I say no to you? ♪
-[knocking] -[music fades]
-[Terence] Ooh. [chuckles] Hey. -[chuckles]
Sorry to just drop by, but I think I got a package delivered here by accident.
Uh, y-- yeah, you could say that.
I've been doing a little bit of retail therapy. [chuckles]
Still no furniture?
My credit cards are totally maxed out at the moment.
And Owen won't even discuss it.
Hey, uh, I heard
you were at the Rubell Museum last night with a boy.
-From who? -I protect my sources.
But DC is a small town with eyes everywhere.
His name is Jae.
He's not a boy. He's a client.
What?
The Rubell is the place you take your first dates
to make sure they got good taste.
So, is this a thang?
No. I'm a professional.
But he is super charming and funny and attractive.
And I think about kissing him a lot.
You know, that's not illegal in DC. Trust me, I've checked.
No, but it's morally questionable.
Okay, but I'm done talking about me. Let's talk about you.
-How's the hunt for a new roommate going? -It's not. [sighs]
Owen's barely been here since you left.
Tsk. He still thinks you're gonna move back in.
Okay, well, I'm not moving back in.
I know.
And you shouldn't.
What you should do… is Fifty Shades of Jae.
[Terence scoffs] Look, would you stop denying yourself happiness already?
If for no other reason but to get Owen out of your system.
I'm fine. And trust me.
I have no doubt that Owen's busy messing up another woman's life right now.
[indistinct chatter]
[breathes deeply]
[percussive music playing]
Oh, Ms. Salazar, there you are.
We were having a hard time getting you to come to us,
so we thought we'd come to you.
Close the door. Have a seat.
Of course.
How can I help you?
We're looking for clarity.
How well do you know Owen Hendricks?
Well, he's worked here… [sighs] …what, three weeks? Maybe four?
So, not well.
Yet, during that time, the two of you began a romantic relationship.
We went out a couple of times. I ended it.
Why?
Because.
Listen, while this is a fascinating line of inquiry,
I'm not sure how my dating life falls under the purview of counterespionage.
-Oh, it… it doesn't. -Unless you were dating a traitor.
Is that an accusation, or are you just fishing?
So when Mr. Hendricks called you in the middle of the night from Geneva,
was that a booty call, or did he need something work-related?
I'm not prepared to speak on that at this time.
Because it involves Hannah Copeland?
Uh, you took Mr. Hendricks' call, and then you went to his…
well, their apartment.
Did you know Ms. Copeland's ex-boyfriend, Jeff Gilbert,
recently got fired from the White House for leaks?
No… but I'm not sure how that's relevant.
Were you involved in Ms. Copeland's arrival in Geneva
and her subsequent appearance at Ramstein Air Base
after Mr. Hendricks was wounded?
I'm not prepared to answer that at this time.
Just so we're clear, am I under criminal investigation?
We're not prepared to answer that at this time.
We'd recommend transparency here, Ms. Salazar.
Anything less has a certain odor to it.
Noted. But I don't have anything to add that can help you at this time.
Okay. Thank you for your time.
[percussive music continues]
-[door opens] -[music fades]
[footsteps departing]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, so what happens to Halifa now?
Ah. A violent power play if ISIS-K manages to get word back that he met with me.
And if that happens, I'll have to start from scratch.
It'll add months, at a minimum, to bringing our people home.
-There's good news. -[Tom] Yeah?
I just called my Russian contact, smoothed things over.
I owed you for saving my life.
He's made a few quick calls,
and he discovered that the Russians did not abduct any South Korean women.
-Recently, anyway. -And you trust this guy?
Yeah. He was adamant. And I paid him extra for honesty.
-Did he have any idea who did take her? -No. Sorry.
Now, look, I am off to Macau.
And if you need anything… well, call me. Hmm?
I mean that.
-Thank you. -[Oliver] You're welcome.
Thomas, lovely to see you.
I can honestly say, never a dull moment with you, is there?
Oh, I love you too, Your Lordship.
-Get over here. -[phone vibrating]
-All right. That's enough. Quite enough. -Good.
All right.
-All right. Let's go. -Hello?
[Nichka] I have the intel that you asked for.
Yeah, that Russia doesn't have her? I already got that.
[Nichka] Good for you, but I know who does.
[Owen] Who?
Pay me my money and then I will tell you.
How about I double your money and you tell me right now?
How about you double it
and then I will tell you when you hand me my fucking money?
[cell phone beeps]
Hey! Any chance you could drop me off somewhere on the way to DC?
No.
Well, then, uh… this is where I leave you.
You are a good man in a tight spot, Owen, but you got issues you gotta work through.
[plane engine powering up]
Yes, sir.
Take care of yourself. Good luck. Let's get the fuck outta here.
[engine whirring noisily]
[indistinct chatter]
Someone took out a bunch of Russian mobsters
at a strip club yesterday.
-Any rumors on who could have done that? -[phone ringing]
-[phone beeps] -Kitchens.
Hey, buddy.
I need you to bring Nichka 200K in cash right now.
Okay, A, fuck, and B, no.
Have you been making promises to my assets behind my back?
No, she found out that I was the one asking about the Korean and she called me.
You should've hung up the phone and called me.
Well, I don't have hang-up kind of time now.
If you're gonna give me grief,
I will have the ask come from the director himself.
-You're bluffing. -I'm not.
Fine. You still owe me an asset.
[Owen] I… I talked to Dawn.
She said she was gonna hook you up. I swear.
I… I just… Look, I need the intel that Nichka has ASAP.
Can you get it done? Please?
-[Lester] I'm on it. -[disconnect tone]
How the fuck does Owen go from being in the doghouse
to being the director's BFF?
-Mm-mm. Maybe he hasn't. -[bottles clink]
Right? Maybe he's just so toxic that the director is sacrificing him
to remedy something more toxic.
Either way, I have to go give a shit ton of cash to Nichka.
-Where are these requisition forms? -Oh, it's quite a career path you're on.
From OGC lawyer to Owen's personal errand boy.
I've got some dry cleaning waiting if you wanna go pick that up too.
This island is seriously the middle of nowhere.
You're definitely being warehoused.
Guess who I got a call from yesterday?
Hendricks.
Imagine my surprise getting a call from a fucking dead man.
-[electronic music playing] -How hard is it to kill a lawyer?
That's what you get when you have to hire a third-party local.
If you don't care about deniability, I can take a run at him myself.
No. We need to take a beat.
Make sure he's not onto us.
-What's he doing in Korea anyway? -I don't know.
We were both sidelined pending the CEG investigation.
How the hell did he get back in the game?
[Dodge] Maybe he cut a deal with CEG. Sold you out.
If he did, I'd be in handcuffs.
No. We made an agreement.
Mutually assured destruction.
Which you broke immediately by trying to kill him.
Yeah, because the only way to ensure his long-term silence is death.
If he wasn't such a Boy Scout, he'd be trying to take me out.
[telephone ringing]
-[line clicks] -Gilbane.
-[Lester] Still waiting on those assets. -[Dawn] I told Langley I'm working on it.
-And Owen told you to get it done. -I don't work for Hendricks.
Yeah, he was just a messenger.
You're in deep enough shit, you need to be making friends, not enemies.
You wanna be my friend, Lester?
I do not, but I am too tired to make enemies.
All I'm trying to do here is get a win so I can go back to being a lawyer.
Nobody wants to be a lawyer.
And don't try to play me.
That office you're sitting in is the pathway to Moscow Station.
That's right.
It is.
So if you wanna get anywhere in this agency,
you better put some respect on my name.
[smacks lips]
You have a clue what Hendricks is doing in Korea?
Oh, that's news to me.
Last I heard, he was tethered to a desk in Langley.
Now get me an asset, a good one.
-Or I'll pull the fire alarm with the DO. -[phone beeps]
You hear that? "Good asset"?
[Dodge] Think Hendricks told him about your con?
I think we can't afford to wait and find out.
[electronic music continues]
We gotta go to DEFCON 2.
You said we were taking a beat.
Conditions on the ground have changed.
We need to pivot.
To what?
[music fades]
So, now you wanna be Moscow Station chief?
I sure as hell like that more than being Owen's errand boy.
[sighs] I was kidding about that.
You got outta the operations game for a reason.
Yeah, well, now I'm back in it.
With a second chance to be a rock star. And I'm gon' take it.
[knocking on door]
[Hannah chuckles]
-Oh! Uh… Hey. -[chuckles]
-[chuckles] Uh… -[Hannah] Hey.
-Do we have a meeting or-- -No, no, no. Um…
I just brought these fiduciary forms for you to sign, but it can wait.
Oh, no. It's okay. It's… [chuckles]
Let me, uh… throw on some pants.
-Come on in. Yeah. [chuckles] -Okay.
[percussive music playing]
[both chuckle awkwardly]
[Jae] I, uh, thought you were the concierge.
I asked for more towels.
Yeah.
-Sorry to bust in on you. I… -[Jae chuckles]
[clothes rustle, zip]
So the papers?
Yes. [chuckles]
[Jae softly] All right.
Um…
So there's something else I wanted to talk to you about.
-[Jae] Uh-huh. -A, um--
[pen nib scratching]
A conflict of interest has come up.
Did your firm meet with one of my competitors?
I know OIDA has been kicking the tires in DC, but--
[Hannah] No, nothing like that. [chuckles]
[pen nib scratching]
It's me.
I'm the problem.
Um…
[inhales]
I've been wanting to spend more time with you
than maybe is appropriate for a client-counselor relationship.
[Jae] Mm.
[papers shuffle]
I'm glad you brought it up,
'cause… I've been having the same problem.
[Hannah chuckles]
["Pay My Debts" by Beacon playing]
What should we do about it?
♪ I'll pay my debts ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh… ♪
I'm…
-I'm open to suggestions. -Hmm.
'Cause as I see it, there's two options here.
-Hmm. -One is we, uh… keep our distance.
Keep things, uh… strictly professional.
[bag thuds]
And the other option?
Let's find out.
♪ Or am I keeping mine? ♪
♪ Am I keeping mine? ♪
♪ Something in the sky turns black ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Start another fire, I guess ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Something in the sky turns black… ♪
[Hannah exhales]
♪ Start another fire, I guess ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh… ♪
[music fades]
[Owen exhales]
[muted soundscape]
[inhales sharply]
[breathes deeply]
[inhales sharply]
[phone unlocks]
[phone vibrates]
-[card reader trills] -[phone vibrates]
-[Jang Kyun] Hi. -[gasps] Fuck!
[tense music playing]
What are you doing in here?
Officially?
Planting new bugs,
because you allegedly flushed the ones NIS placed on your arrival.
-Did you? -What?
Flush those bugs.
Of course.
And plant new ones.
Of course, but I haven't activated them yet.
Like I didn't activate the first ones.
[chuckles]
[intriguing music playing]
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's that?
Ten thousand dollars.
But I couldn't get the BTS tickets.
Seriously? The government couldn't get the BT…
You know what? I'm not touching that. Even in pretend.
Whether you touch it or not,
Grace is expecting results.
You better give me something I can hand over to her.
Like a better reason you and Owen came to Korea.
-That would be ideal. -Then make something up.
Something that'll scratch her itch in the short term.
Because you have a shelf life of about a week
before we either get your wife back or this all blows up in your face.
In the meantime, I still need to give my boss some real NIS intel.
That was the deal for helping you.
No, the deal was I don't do shit until I see progress rescuing my wife.
Okay. [chuckles]
Okay. Relax.
Owen should be landing soon with an update.
And honestly… I'm not sure what kind of a sob story you told him,
but if anything, he's too invested.
[cell phone vibrates]
I have to go.
No problem. Come back anytime.
[Jang Kyun] I will.
-[door closes] -I didn't mean that.
[plane engine whooshing]
[woman, over PA] Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Seoul, Korea…
[Owen in Korean] Hey, boys.
How are you tonight?
[tense music playing]
-[in English] Right. -[Grace] Help me understand.
You were in Seoul for barely a day before flying back to Washington.
And now, two days later, you're back again.
[yawns]
Only your flight arrives not from DC, but from Qatar.
And yet, there's no record of you flying from DC to Qatar.
I know. It's a crazy amount of travel. The jet lag is killing me.
The jet lag isn't the point.
The lying is.
[scoffs]
I'm not lying.
The HR matter I'm investigating
required that I engage in sensitive face-to-face conversations at Langley.
What I gleaned led me to a high-level CIA employee stationed in Doha.
I hitched a ride there on a C-130.
Just bureaucratic cost-saving measures. You know how it goes.
I don't, really.
In fact, I'm quite invested in throwing any resources necessary
at finding out if you are an undeclared intelligence officer.
Because, at this point,
I relish the thought of having you deported.
Not today… though.
Right? 'Cause I am a lawyer.
And you don't have anything that says otherwise.
-So I would love to be on my way. -[chuckles]
I'm sure you would.
Psyops, or psychological operations, are very tricky to navigate legally.
[cell phone vibrates]
-Owen? -No, it's Walter.
[Amelia] Sir. Why are you calling me from Owen's office?
I'm not.
Um… [clears throat] …we never spoke tonight.
What didn't we speak about?
CEG being on the way to your house.
Oh fuck. Now?
Imminently. They're bringing SPS with them.
They're searching for anything connected to the Meladze op.
-Might wanna make yourself presentable. -[clatter nearby]
[Amelia] Yes, sir. I gotta go. Thank you for not calling.
[tense music playing]
[inhales deeply]
[laptop key clacks]
[vehicle approaching]
The graymail case of Max Meladze took a turn today
when it was revealed that there's an eyewitness t--
[vehicle doors opening, closing]
[softly] Come on, come on, come on.
[music intensifies]
[doorbell rings]
[pounding on front door]
[Marcy] Ms. Salazar.
[pounding continues]
-[pounding continues] -[doorbell ringing]
[pounding]
[doorbell rings]
[pounding]
[Amelia] It's late. Ah. Excuse me.
[woman] Check the car and the garage.
[Amelia scoffs]
Hey!
What is this about?
A little birdie told us you give unauthorized media interviews
in your house.
We came to see for ourselves.
I think you've been misinformed.
I built a fake news studio in my guest room
so that I could practice giving interviews,
so that in the future, when I no longer work at the OGC,
I can exercise my constitutional right as an American to make money
as a TV personality.
Yes, I know that it's weird, but it is not against Agency policy.
Maybe not,
but removing classified intelligence to your home for private purposes… is.
I haven't.
[scoffs] I wouldn't.
Did you ever bring Mr. Hendricks home to practice with him?
[tense music resumes]
Let me ask you some questions.
CEG's mandate is to root out traitors and moles inside the Agency, yes?
Yes.
And yet, you had no idea
that Max Meladze had compromised a senior case officer, Xander Goi.
She was skilled in deception.
Is that how she slipped past your polygrapher?
That's pretty shocking incompetence.
He's been disciplined.
As a scapegoat to hide your fuck-up?
Is that why you're being so zealous? Or is it worse?
Are you involved in a conspiracy to defraud the Agency
of a proper accounting of an op gone horribly wrong?
One born out of your failure to catch a literal spy inside the Agency?
There's no need to throw around wild accusations.
[Amelia] Mere speculation.
But given the seriousness of your investigation,
I feel obligated to prepare a memorandum to the General Counsel
outlining every last one of CEG's failings
that laid the groundwork for the Meladze op disaster.
[music fades]
That won't be necessary.
It's our job to be thorough.
I feel we've exhausted this avenue.
Officers?
Let's shut it down. We're leaving.
["Kingdom" by Hits Over Time playing]
For now.
[officers chatter indistinctly]
[music continues]
[lyrics in Korean]
[music continues over speakers]
[in Korean] What can I get you?
[in English] A redo on our reintroduction.
A beer, maybe.
Owen. [chuckles]
You came back.
Yeah. I told you I would.
[cap hisses, clinks]
-[chuckles] -What?
Nothing. It's just… you look so much like your dad.
-["Afterlight" by Zander Hawley playing] -[chuckles]
So what are you doing back in Seoul? You said something about work?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm in town for a… [clears throat] …client.
I am a lawyer.
-You? -[chuckles]
Yeah, I know. It's pretty unlikely.
[chuckles] It seems crazy.
Although, you were always good at talking your way out of trouble.
And into it.
Life is fucking weird.
You're the lawyer,
and I'm the one working for tips, waiting for my band to hit.
What's the name of your band?
We're actually between names right now and lead singers.
How's your dad doing? He still have the fishing trawler?
Just barely.
It's harder to make money than it used to be.
So what kind of lawyer are you?
Obviously, a fancy one if you're flying across the world.
Sadly not. No. I, um… I got recruited into government work.
You don't have to play it down to make me feel better.
You clearly have your shit together.
Oh, I really don't… have my shit together. I mean, at all.
I'm actually kind of a
mess right now.
[Yoo Jin] What's going on?
The more that I try to get my life under control,
the more it just spins away from me.
Yeah, but I passed Tapgol Park today.
Do you remember? It's where we were when my mom…
Of course I remember.
You just kept saying I was gonna be okay.
♪ I have seen the stars In the Nicaragua sky… ♪
I was 12.
-♪ You are only human… ♪ -Back then, I believed it.
♪ And yet so divine ♪
♪ I… ♪
-[cell phone vibrates] -[music fades]
[Hannah] Is that my phone?
[scoffs] Uh…
You've been blowing up. [chuckles]
I was trying to put it on silent so it wouldn't wake you.
Did you read this?
Okay,
full disclosure
"bae" caught my eye.
[Hannah] Hmm.
Who's Terence?
Another jilted ex?
He's my best friend.
-And he's holding out for Harry Styles. -Oh.
[Hannah] Do I… have to worry about you being the jealous type?
No. Not at all.
[Hannah] Hmm…
Okay, mostly no.
But, um…
I've been the rebound guy before, and it was rough.
So…
fuller disclosure,
I saw "bae" and worried it was from Owen.
-Ah. -But that's totally over, right?
Yes. Very much over.
Trust me, when it comes to Owen and women, it's over before it even gets started.
[sighing chuckle]
Okay.
Phew! [chuckles]
Can you… ever… forgive me
for my momentary lapse of judgment?
Yeah, honestly, I don't need needy right now.
I'm finished giving people the benefit of the doubt.
So if you can't stay out of my shit and just be honest with me,
then I don't think this is gonna work out.
You're right.
100%. I had a moment of weakness.
I put my own previous dating drama on you, but it won't happen again.
I promise.
[softly] Okay.
-Okay? -Okay.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
I am… all…
about putting your needs first.
[Hannah] Mm…
So, um, what do you need?
[softly] Breakfast.
-[chuckles] -[Jae sighs]
Yeah.
[whistle blows]
[train horn blares]
-You sure you weren't followed? -I'm sure.
Is that my money?
You ever go behind my back
to an Agency lawyer again, we're gonna have a real problem.
It worked. I am getting paid.
[train wheels rattling]
[Nichka sighs]
Where's the Korean woman?
I do not know where she is, but I know who has her.
[sniffles]
The Yakuza.
-[cell phone ringing] -[Korean pop music playing]
I gotta take this. Sorry.
Hey.
Call me back on this number from a hard line.
Hey, uh, do you have, like, a bar phone?
-[Yoo Jin] Oh. -Yeah, yeah. That's perfect.
Just a second.
[beeping]
[telephone rings]
-[Owen] Yo. -The Yakuza have her.
Uh…
As in the Japanese mob?
[Lester] Yeah.
Does that mean they're holding her in Japan?
[Lester] No idea.
I have no other intel than what I just told you.
[ominous music playing]
[footsteps departing]
Thanks.
-Everything okay? -I have no idea. [chuckles]
It's kind of normal these days though.
Um, where's your restroom?
Um, in the back.
Be right back.
[grunts]
-[tense music playing] -[groaning]
Shit! [sighs]
When were you gonna tell me that you were back?
Dude, you scared the shit out of me.
You think this is a joke? You work for me.
And I'm gonna destroy the CIA if I think that you're playing me.
Look, man, I get that you're antsy, but I flew nine hours,
only to be yanked off the plane and grilled by your boss for another two.
I needed a drink and a breather before I talked to you.
Do you think the Russians are giving my wife a breather?
No, because they do not have her. The Yakuza does.
-[music fades] -[muffled Korean pop music continues]
[tense music building]
You're positive?
Yeah, I trust my source.
Mostly. They don't know where she's being held.
This is my fault.
[music fades]
What?
[pop music continues]
[in Korean] Hey!
-[in English] What's happening? -Um…
I'm sorry. I… I gotta go.
[engine starts]
[tires screech]
-[car horn honks] -[man shouts]
-[car horns honking] -[people scream]
[tense, unsettling music playing]
[dramatic sting]
[footsteps plodding slowly nearby]
[footsteps continue]
[dramatic music playing]
[gun cocks]
[Lester pants]
[music intensifies]
[music builds]
[breathes heavily]
[music swells]
[music abates]
-[dramatic music resumes] -[grunting]
[attacker grunts]
[Lester grunts, groans]
[groans]
-[blade whistles] -[attacker grunting]
-[grunts] -[Lester strains]
[yelps]
-[grunts] -[attacker groans]
[music intensifies]
[Lester gasps]
-[music stops] -[bullet casing clatters]
[Lester grunts]
[panting heavily]
[huffing]
[panting slows]
[rummaging]
[camera shutter clicking]
[sighs]
[softly] Ah shit.
[lighter flicking]
-[tires screech] -[clatter]
[Owen breathes heavily]
Stay in the car.
[tense music playing]
[seat belt clicks]
-[gunshot] -[man groans]
-[in Korean] You lied to me. -What? No!
[groans]
[in English] What are we doing here?
-Getting answers. -[Ji Min groans]
[grunts, gasps]
[tense music continues]
[Ji Min grunting]
[Owen] Hey! Let's slow it down, all right?
I know you're upset, but there's no need to…
[in Korean] Why are you doing this? Stop!
You said the Russians took my wife.
They did!
Shut up, you fucking bastard!
She paid you protection money, and you sold her to the Yakuza.
No.
-[breathes anxiously] -Which clan?
Tell me or I drop you.
-Wait! Wait! Wait! -Tell me! Tell me!
-Wait! -Are you going to tell me now?
Wait! Wait! Okay! [panting]
Okay, I'll tell you.
The Yamazaki clan. Eastern Russia is their territory.
Where are they holding her?
That part, I don't know.
I don't know. I swear.
-I swear! I swear! -[tense music swells]
[screams]
-[in English] Fuck! -[thud]
-You did not have to do that! -I couldn't risk him talking about this.
But how does the Yakuza having her make it your fault?
-Not now. -No, yes. Now.
[sighs]
Do you know the expression "follow the money"?
Yeah, of course.
It's the heart of intelligence gathering.
But it's reactive and increasingly difficult,
so we decided to create our own money to follow.
What, a cryptocurrency?
Yes. Digital money with a tracker hidden in the code.
The only problem was
how do we get terrorists and organized crime to start using it?
Your… your wife's bribes?
Yes.
I suggested to use her NGO
to inject marked crypto into the bloodstream of our enemies.
Wait, no.
I thought that NGOs were off-limits to intelligence agencies as a cover.
-They are. -What, but she agreed to let you?
She didn't know. It was safer that way.
I believed that the true nature of the crypto was undiscoverable.
But if the Yakuza found out… and they traced it back to her NGO…
Then I was clearly wrong.
I can't believe I fell for it.
"She's my whole world. Nothing matters to me except for her."
I'm a fucking moron.
I thought you were selfless.
-Risking everything for someone you loved. -I am.
No, only because you put the target on her back in the first place.
[distant siren wailing]
She is probably… in a basement somewhere
being tortured, for information she doesn't even know, because of you,
the love of her life.
What the fuck do you know about love? You're a child.
I know that using your wife to get ahead at work ain't it.
Good luck getting her back without me, because I am done.
[Jang Kyun] No, you're not.
You can hate me if you want,
but I got 20 years of joint secrets hanging around your neck.
-Like a goddamn leash. -Yeah?
My boss isn't gonna give a shit about any of that
when I tell him that the NIS created a traceable crypto.
[scoffs] You idiot.
The CIA created it with us.
Bullshit.
[Jang Kyun] And here is where it gets worse.
The crypto that we have created together… has gotten popular with civilians,
which means your government is not only spying on the bad guys…
[tense music playing]
…they're tracking ordinary Americans.
Which means the CIA
is gonna do anything and everything to keep that secret from ever getting out.
So,
if I say jump,
you say…
I said, when I say jump, then you--
-[Owen grunts, pants] -[hip-hop music playing]
What the fuck are you doing?
Taking control.
-[dull thud] -[handle clatters]
-[tires screech] -[engine revving]
[music continues]
[music fades out]
[dramatic electronic music playing]
[music fades out]