- Once you start the car, put it in neutral.
[gearshift clicks]
Tap the brake twice.
[light tapping]
And press the volume control three times.
[button clicking]
[hydraulics hissing]
You're looking at the best trap money can buy--
RFID safe.
X-ray won't penetrate.
You could hide a nuke in there, nobody wouldn't know nothing.
- Just because I'm Middle Eastern,
you think I'm smuggling a nuke?
- [laughs]
[gunshots]
[body thuds]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[dog barking]
- Unlock your doors and trunk, please.
Where are you headed tonight, sir?
- Climate change conference in Chicago.
- In this gas guzzler?
- [chuckles]
- ID, please.
♪ ♪
Wait here a sec. - Sure.
♪ ♪
[scanner beeping]
- Yeah. OK. One sec.
Nikki? - Yeah.
- Border Patrol's on the line.
A POI hit at the Champlain border crossing.
- Hey. Yeah, we got it.
- Should we detain him, ma'am?
- How fast can you reroute a satellite?
- Oh, give me 60 seconds?
- You get 30. Yeah.
Let him through. We'll keep an eye out.
[call end beeps]
♪ ♪
- You're free to go.
- All right.
- And, sir?
Welcome to America.
♪ ♪
- [speaking Arabic]
♪ ♪
[tapping brake]
[button pressing]
[hydraulics hissing]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Three-bedroom?
Sounds expensive. [elevator dings]
Huh? I--I was saying that's exciting.
When do we meet the realtor?
Katie, I think I'm losing you.
I'm heading in the elevator.
Yeah, I-- [dial tone hums]
- Evening. - Evening.
[low beep]
[scoffs]
[elevator bell dings] - They change it every week.
- Thanks for telling me.
- Sorry. Must have slipped my mind.
[both whispering indistinctly]
- Oh, arriving together.
What is this, a sleepover?
- Gina, you have something for us?
- Yes, this is Omar Hayel, freelance courier.
Shuttles weapons and other contraband for everyone
from Iran to ISIS.
- And, lucky us, he just crossed into our border
with unknown cargo.
- Surveillance satellite tracked him to a motel
in Plattsburgh.
Appears to be holed up for the night.
- Who the hell let him in?
- I did, Bill.
- Sorry.
All due respect--why?
Known weapons smuggler carrying God knows what.
Shouldn't we scoop him up before something goes boom?
- He's just the bagman.
I want to know who's expecting a bag and what's in it.
- Yeah. Exactly.
You don't arrest the postman if you
want to catch the Unabomber.
- Local PD is sitting on the perimeter right now,
but they'll only move if he bolts.
I'll talk to counterterrorism
and see what they've got on Hayel.
- OK.
Right.
I'm driving, by the way.
I'd quite like to get there this year.
- Do you have a license?
[engine revving]
- This is the guy right here, isn't it?
- Yeah. What was his name?
- Officer Malloy.
Officer Malloy? - Yo.
- Hey. Can you tell us what you saw, mate?
- The guy checked into room 118 last night.
No one's come in or out since.
Thanks for the OT, guys.
- Stay warm.
- I'll try.
- Well, get comfortable.
We could be watching that door awhile.
- Well, you watch.
I plan on listening.
- I assume you have a warrant for that.
"What's a warrant?"
- Oh, now he's getting it.
Here, hold that.
- [slurps, sighs]
[knocking] - Hey.
Omar Hayel, who's he working with?
- Right, Hayel.
So he used to be strictly freelance.
"DHL for the damned."
But now, get this, our sources say he's on contract
with the Lebanese military.
- Why's Lebanon need someone like him?
- Do you follow baseball?
- Not really.
- Oh, it's a beautiful game.
It's a perfect metaphor for international security.
If you want to go to a game sometime--
- Kevin. - Yeah.
- The point.
- Lebanon's in a rebuilding phase.
They're desperate for new prospects.
- Historically, they don't operate
outside the Middle East.
Just listening and surveillance.
- Defensive specialists.
But Hayel signals an intent to change
the face of the franchise.
They're not looking to play defense anymore.
They want to score-- big-time.
- They're not just listening anymore.
They're planning an attack.
- Grand slam.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
- Are you waiting for me to say that was pretty slick?
- Oh, I think the slickness was self-evident.
- Debatable.
Homemade protein bar?
All organic.
100% bioavailable plant protein.
- Yeah, I'm good. Thanks.
I prefer my nutrition processed and carcinogenic, thank you.
[phone buzzing]
Do you want to answer that?
- Not particularly.
[phone dings]
It's my fiancée, Katie.
We were supposed to go condo hunting this week,
third time I've canceled.
I only know so many synonyms for "I'm sorry."
- You're engaged?
How am I only just learning this?
- Well, maybe if you ever asked me a single personal question.
So you've been married?
- [scoffs] No.
No.
If you have someone you care about,
then you have a weakness.
And weakness gets you killed.
But congratulations.
- We got company.
♪ ♪
Pelican case. - Yeah.
♪ ♪
[knocking]
[indistinct speech]
♪ ♪
[people speaking Arabic]
- He's delivering a poison.
- You speak Arabic?
- Pretty slick, huh?
- Untraceable on tox report.
Instantly deadly.
For a hit on a--
[person groaning]
[electronic static]
♪ ♪
Who is that?
- OK. Let's just keep eyes on her.
See if she leads us somewhere.
♪ ♪
- Nope. Not waiting.
♪ ♪
- Oh, God.
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
- You're under arrest.
- Wait! Wait!
- Who are you?
- My name is Mona Azar.
I'm an intelligence officer for the Lebanese military.
I want to defect.
♪ ♪
- Sit.
- You tackle like a man with significant rage issues.
You should look into that.
- You say you want to defect?
We're gonna need an explanation.
- Who are you guys, anyway?
You, you're FBI.
Posture's a dead giveaway.
But you, Stubbles,
you're trouble.
What kind, I wonder?
- You're right.
He is FBI. - Mm.
- Which means he can arrest you here for these two murders.
So, Bill, why don't you go and call it in?
- Happily.
- Wait. No.
Hold on.
[door shuts]
[sighs]
I work for the Deuxième Bureau.
- [scoffs]
What, you're Second Bureau?
- Mm-hmm.
- Black ops wing of the Lebanese military.
- They sent me here to take out a target in New York.
But I got cold feet.
I'm done killing for the state.
- Could've fooled me.
Omar Hayel, was he your target?
- No. Hayel was my ride.
- So who was your target, then?
Your original mission.
- I was supposed to meet my contact tonight
to get the details.
His name is Khalil Malib, director of the Levant
Cultural Exchange in Astoria.
- Mona Azar's story checks out.
Her contact, Khalil Malib?
Counterterrorism has been watching him for years.
They think he's using his cultural center
as a recruitment hub for radicals.
- He recruits Americans with Middle Eastern roots.
- We have nothing concrete on Malib.
He keeps his hands clean.
He is totally insulated.
- He's insulated from us but not from Mona.
Protocol says we take defectors to Langley for debrief,
but if she misses her meet with Malib,
Beirut will just find another assassin
and go ahead with the hit. - Right.
So we use her as bait, take her to that meeting,
we stay in the loop, make a bigger play.
- Exactly.
We play this right, we don't just stop this attack.
We dismantle their entire network.
- You're so tense.
If you uncuff me, I can give you a shoulder rub.
- You touch me, I'm adding assault
to the double homicide charge.
- Relax.
I'm on your side now.
- You're not on my anything.
Those guys under a sheet back there, they were on your side.
And you killed them.
- Spy craft isn't a religion. It's a game.
I played for my team. You caught me.
Now I switch jerseys and play for yours.
- Mm.
- Beats spending life in prison.
- Or worse, Plattsburgh.
- I bet you spent your whole life being a good boy,
following the rules.
That's why you're so angry.
- She's got you pegged, Bill.
We picked up a tail.
Black SUV.
[tense music]
OK. Bill, get ready to engage.
Hold on, everybody.
[tires squealing]
♪ ♪
Go. Go, go, go.
- Down! Down, down, down.
♪ ♪
[gunshots]
[rapid gunfire]
- [groans]
♪ ♪
[gunshots]
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
- Come on.
♪ ♪
- How the hell did they find us?
♪ ♪
[camera shutter snapping]
- [speaking indistinctly]
- Your shoulder.
You need stitches. - I'm fine.
Some more of your friends?
- No. No idea who they are.
I swear.
- All right. Thanks, Nikki.
- Nikki know how they tracked us?
- Officer Malloy.
- The cop watching the motel.
- He never clocked out of his shift.
Apparently, they found his car in the bottom of a ditch.
- Found him. Broke him.
- Yeah.
He must have given them our plates.
- Both these cars are shot anyway.
We better move.
They might have backup right behind them.
- Nikki just told me her ex-husband's got
a vacation home a couple of miles up the road.
She said to make our way there,
lay low, and await further orders.
So come on.
- Let me guess. Another cleanup crew?
- Yep.
- Any luck identifying the hit team?
- Yes.
All right, contractors for a company
called Northlake Defense.
Guns for hire, work for anyone whose money's green.
Payment originated from a shell company in Cyprus.
Financial front for the Second Bureau.
- What twigged them to Mona?
- The courier who smuggled Mona into the country,
he must have had a check-in protocol.
When he missed it, Second Bureau hired
Biff One and Biff Two for cleanup.
- Which means?
- We can't send Mona into the cultural center.
Plan A just crashed and burned.
- Mm. I want everything on Khalil Malib.
If he was rejected by the JV soccer team, I want to know.
- Yes. On it.
Um, for what?
- Plan B.
- All right.
- [exhales sharply]
What are they paying you people?
- Sit down. Don't move.
- Nikki's ex is the rich one.
Apparently, she rejected alimony
because she didn't want to accept
hush money from a narcissist.
- [groans]
- You OK? - Yeah, I'm fine.
I just reopened the graze.
- Hey. That's--that's not a graze.
That's a trench.
- Yeah, I just got to tighten this, and it'll be good.
- They have a first aid kit here.
I can do your stitches.
- And let you near me with a needle?
Not a chance.
- My dad was a doctor.
- I mean, if you lose an arm, you can't shoot a gun.
- [winces] - Relax.
I'm good, but I'm not
kill-a-man-with-a-suture-needle good.
OK?
- Your dad taught you?
- Mm-hmm.
- Were you close?
- Extremely.
My father spent his life trying to keep people on this Earth.
I spent mine finding the most efficient ways
to take them off it.
There.
- Thanks.
Your dad would be proud.
- Thank you.
My mother was a chef, by the way.
- Oh, really?
- Let me share this with you as a thank-you
for the second chance.
- I could eat.
[Arabic music playing]
♪ ♪
- Oh, pardon.
[clears throat]
- What can I get you?
- Hi, um,
I just wanted some tea.
- We have many kinds of teas.
- Oh, well, I just wanted...
regular.
- Give her a Chai-e Irani with nabat.
- [responds in Persian]
- It's a saffron rock candy.
You stir it in, and it sweetens the bitterness.
- Oh. Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- I've walked past this place just a million times.
- Mm. - I've never come in.
- You're Persian?
- Hmm? Oh, well, my parents were.
- Then you are as well.
[both chuckle]
Do you speak the language?
- No, not a word.
My parents came here during the revolution,
so they wanted us to be very American.
So now I can't even order tea.
- Mm, that's a common story.
To survive in the new world, we...
sometimes starve the old one.
- Oh.
- I have a place for people who want
to learn where they came from.
You are welcome there, day or night.
- Thank you.
- [speaking Persian]
- [chuckles]
- Found this in the closet.
Not quite my style, but it'll do.
- Well, that's $2,000 worth of goat hair.
Try not to bleed all over it.
- No promises.
- This would be a lot easier if you hadn't
taken away the knives.
- Well, keep up the good behavior,
and Bill may allow you a spork.
- Let's not get carried away.
- Could you grab the lid for me?
- Sure.
- Thank you.
Mmm.
Good,
but never as good as my Emmeh's.
Agent Bill, your mother a good cook?
- Her pot roast?
My death row meal.
- Colin, what was Mummy's specialty?
- Well, I grew up in England, so "boiled until grey"
is our national cuisine.
- [chuckles] Come on. She had to make something.
- Well, I didn't really get much of my mum's cuisine.
She passed away when I was 10.
And then my dad left us three months later.
- Hmm.
- But, um,
I do remember Sundays after church,
she'd always buy a packet of Fruit Gums.
And she knew that I hated the yellow ones,
so she'd always have my yellows and give me her reds.
- She probably hated the yellow ones too.
That's what a mother does.
Well, it won't be as good as Fruit Gums,
but it'll have to do.
[speaking Arabic]
Mmm.
- Switch with Colin's.
- What, you think I have a cyanide tablet in my tooth?
- I think you're an assassin who knows
a lot of creative ways to kill people.
- OK.
Really?
All right.
OK.
Good enough? Come on. Eat.
- Yeah, it's good enough for me.
Mmm.
Mmm! Oh, wow!
[both chuckle]
- Hell, I'm hungry.
- Mmm.
- Wow.
[coughs]
I'm not normally a spice guy, but that's incredible.
- Your friend has excellent taste in canned peppers,
but they will sneak up on you.
- Yeah. [laughs]
OK. Cheers.
To--to mothers.
[glasses clink] - To America.
- I'll always drink to that.
- [chuckles] [glasses clink]
- You weren't lying.
Those peppers are no joke.
- Yeah, I can--ooh, I can barely feel my tongue.
You know, this totally reminds me of a meal
that I had in Aleppo in--
it was, like, 2014.
It was...
in...
[tense music]
- Colin, you OK?
- In--
- What the hell is--
♪ ♪
Whoa.
The water.
You--
you poisoned--
♪ ♪
- Very good deduction, Agent Bill.
I found muscle relaxers in the emergency kit,
crushed them into the pitcher.
You Westerners never could take spice.
But don't worry.
You'll only be out for an hour...
or 10.
Couldn't find the measuring spoons.
- [groans]
- [speaking French]
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
- [groans]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
How long were we out?
- Oh, almost two hours.
Oh. Go on and say it.
I can hear you screaming it in your head:
"I told you so." - You said it, not me.
But I did warn you.
- Oh, here we go.
- She played you.
Sniffed out your abandonment issues.
Knew you were just desperate for a hug from mommy.
She cracked you open like a walnut
and forced your guard down.
- Oh, and you maintained peak situational awareness.
- What are we doing?
She's got a two-hour head start.
We got to get out of here.
- I need to call Nikki.
- She took my gun.
- No, she didn't.
♪ ♪
- [scoffs]
That's just great.
- Did you check the garage when we got here?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- I'm driving this time.
- No chance.
- They let a Tier One prisoner get away? How?
- It's a question I'm sure I'm gonna ask many times
at our after-action debrief.
Let's just back up and focus on what we know.
Mona only claimed to defect
after Colin and Bill caught her.
- Right. So you think this was all a ruse?
She was scrambling, looking for her first way to escape?
- Her original plan is burned.
She can't meet her contact at the cultural center.
She knows we're gonna have eyes on that place.
- So where is she gonna go?
- I think I might know where.
Mona used a laptop to do a detailed
search on a Samir Allen.
He's a Lebanese-born naturalized US citizen.
Graduate student at Hudson University
in biochemical engineering.
- Samir could be providing her another poison or a bomb.
- Whatever it is, she could be back
on her original mission:
to assassinate her target in New York.
I'll get word back to Colin and Bill.
They need to intercept her ASAP.
- OK. - In the meantime,
can you help me with a distraction?
Can you find the second-biggest donor
to Malib's cultural center?
- Yeah. Give me an hour.
I've got 30 minutes. Right.
[engine revving]
[gun cocking]
- Hudson U is the next exit.
- Copy that.
[gun cocking]
- Hey, by the way, I'm sorry.
- For what?
The crack about the mummy issues?
- No-- well, yes, that--
I'm sorry for everything you've been through.
Your mom dying, dad leaving.
- You have to be a machine in this job.
- And I'm sorry about that too.
I mean, Katie gives me a reason to make it home for dinner.
- She gives you a pressure point.
The moment you let someone in, you hand the enemy
a map to your throat.
- That is a lonely way to live, man.
- Better to be lonely than compromised.
[engine revving]
[indistinct chatter]
- Gina, make the call.
- Copy.
- Excuse me. Hi. I'm looking--
- [speaking Persian]
I didn't expect to see you so soon.
- Oh, well, you made such a compelling case,
I thought I'd come and see for myself.
- Well, I am flattered.
Come. Let me show you a little bit of what we do here.
- Sir, you have a call on line one.
It's the Aldhaibi Foundation.
They want to pull their funding.
- Oh, please, don't let me keep you.
- Eh. I'm so sorry.
Could you come back tomorrow?
- Yeah, I'd like that. - Is that OK?
- That'd be nice, yeah.
- Tomorrow I will show you the VIP tour.
- OK. - OK.
I'll show myself out.
- Please.
Thank you for understanding.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Excuse me.
Samir's lab is empty.
His office hours start in 10 minutes.
- She could be in the building already.
Let's split up.
♪ ♪
- Excuse me. Seen this woman?
- No.
- Thank you. Appreciate it. Excuse me, bud.
Seen this woman?
- No. - All right.
♪ ♪
Excuse me. Seen this woman?
♪ ♪
This a dead end?
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
Wait.
I've got her.
My four o'clock.
Blue hat, red coat. You follow her.
- Got her.
♪ ♪
Excuse me.
♪ ♪
- You know, where I come from, it's traditional for the cook
to stay to the end of the meal.
- We know you're procuring another poison
from your supplier.
- How did you-- - Let's skip the part
where you lie, and take us to Samir Allen.
- Samir isn't my supplier.
He's my son.
- Oh.
- [scoffs] Right.
- It's the truth.
I got pregnant 20 years ago.
But I couldn't raise a child, not in this life.
It would have been cruel.
I paid someone to bring him here.
He never even knew I existed.
It's the most painful thing I ever did.
- And you really expect us to believe you never intended
to assassinate your target?
- That's right.
My mission from the start was always finding Samir.
You can lock me up, but please let me see his face
just once.
♪ ♪
- I buy it. Not sure why.
- Well, the thing is, Mona, you've now put
a target on this kid's back.
Second Bureau knows you've turned.
If they know you have a son here--
and we have to assume they do--
they'll look for any leverage they can.
[sighs]
OK. Come on.
♪ ♪
[blipping]
♪ ♪
[keypad beeping]
[lock clicks]
♪ ♪
- Uh, can I help you?
- Samir?
- Sorry. Do I know you?
- Samir, we believe you're being targeted
by a foreign intelligence agency.
You need to come with us.
- What? Come with? Wait. Who the hell are you?
- We're with the US government.
And this is Mona.
She's traveled a long way to find you.
She's your-- - Mother.
I'm your mother.
You look just like my papa.
Your eyes, they're just like his.
[dramatic music]
- OK, Samir, we can explain in the car, but we need to move.
- Can I, uh, pack a few things first?
- I don't think that's a good idea.
- Please, this is my life's work.
- OK, fine, but be quick.
We may not have much time.
♪ ♪
- Can you hand me that frame?
- These are your parents?
♪ ♪
They look kind.
♪ ♪
I've rehearsed this moment so many times.
There's so much I want to say.
- Well, maybe you can say it all in the car.
Samir, come on.
We cannot pack up your whole lab.
- Just give me a second, OK?
In the past five minutes, my estranged mother
shows up with two guys from the government to tell me
that I've got a target on my back.
So forgive me if I'm a little scattered, fellas.
It's a lot to process.
[phone buzzing]
♪ ♪
- Nikki. - Hey.
Are you with Samir right now?
- Yeah. Why?
- OK. I'm gonna send you a photo.
[camera shutter snaps]
Samir is a Second Bureau sleeper.
They recruited him at the cultural center.
They radicalized him and trained him
in improvised munitions.
I think they tapped him to finish
the job that Mona started. - OK.
Well, we'll--we'll take that under advisement.
- Just excuse me a sec. - Samir!
Stay where you are!
Hey!
[suspenseful music]
Out! Out!
Get out now! This place is gonna blow.
Go! Go! Go! Go!
♪ ♪
[explosion]
- They turned my son.
Why? Why him?
- Because he's your son.
They knew what makes him tick, how to manipulate him.
I mean, he's the perfect recruit.
- And now he's gonna finish the job.
- Yeah, with some sort of improvised explosive.
Gina, have you accessed the files yet?
- Last few hours, Samir's search history
has been tailored towards plastic printing companies.
- Any idea what he's printed?
- Uh, it looks like
an ID badge for St. Michael's Hospital.
- That's where his target is.
- Yeah, yeah.
I mean, it's the perfect kill box, isn't it?
He can walk in masked up like a doctor or nurse.
No one would bat an eyelid.
- Should I have them evacuate the hospital?
- No.
If he's already inside, he'll just detonate
the bomb in the chaos. - Agreed.
You guys need to find the target.
We'll get there and nab Samir.
- Copy.
[engine revving]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Don't hurt him.
Promise me.
- We'll do everything we can.
♪ ♪
[intercom beeps]
He could be anyone, anywhere.
We need to split up. - Yeah.
I'll take the east wing. You take west.
- Yeah.
- Zeeb, Gina, come on.
Give us a fighting chance here.
Any news on finding Samir's target?
- Uh, scanning, pulling.
Violating all sorts of HIPAA laws.
- Do I even bother saying how illegal--
- Wait. I got something.
- Guess not. - Rami Abbas. Lebanese exile.
Outspoken critic of the current regime,
threatening to return to Beirut and run as a reformist.
- Sounds like the kind of target
Lebanese armed forces would want to take out.
Where is he? - He's going into surgery.
OR 6.
Oh, but that wing's closed to the public.
- OK.
♪ ♪
- Tried to tell him.
♪ ♪
- OK. OK.
I've got eyes on Abbas.
♪ ♪
I think I see Samir.
♪ ♪
Hey, Samir!
Samir! Get off me! - All right, buddy, let's go.
- Samir!
[banging]
Lock this floor down now!
He's headed for the stairwell.
♪ ♪
- Back! Stay back.
- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Samir, Samir, Samir, easy.
Easy.
No. Look at me.
You don't want to do this, mate.
- There's no way out of this.
- I let go of this, and this whole building's
gonna go down with me.
- Bill, put the gun down.
Samir, look at me. Look at me.
We've got this, right? You and me have got this.
Bill, put the gun down.
Hey.
You don't want to do this, do you?
- You don't know me. - No.
You're right. I don't.
But trust me, I have seen people
blow themselves up before,
and they have a very different look in their eyes.
Samir, you're not a killer.
You're a--you're a student.
You're an engineer.
You're a friend. You're a son.
But you're not-- - I'm a soldier.
I'm doing this for my people.
- No. No, mate, you're not.
You are doing this right now because you are terrified.
And that's OK.
That's OK.
Emotions are what make us human.
And that's the one thing they can't let you be,
'cause they need you to be a machine.
- I'm fulfilling my mission.
- You blew your mission the moment you met your mum.
- She abandoned me.
- Is that what they said when they recruited you,
that she abandoned you?
- It's the truth.
- No, mate.
I think she was trying to keep you safe.
But they picked at that wound, didn't they?
They rubbed salt in it till it was really hurting.
And I know, because my people did the same thing to me
when they recruited me.
They knew that my mum died when I was 12 years old
and that my dad walked out three months later.
He didn't even leave a note.
And they pushed and pressed on that bruise.
And they pressed, and they pressed.
Said I didn't need a family because they were my family.
Yeah?
But it's not too late for you, Samir.
You still have time,
and you still have a choice.
- No, I don't.
I have nothing.
- Hey, hey, hey.
Your mother, she just risked everything
to spend five minutes with you.
And she is waiting for you downstairs.
I think there's something still there to salvage, mate.
♪ ♪
Don't let them win.
♪ ♪
Come on.
Come see your mum.
♪ ♪
Good lad.
♪ ♪
[handcuffs clicking] Good lad.
♪ ♪
[siren wailing]
♪ ♪
- I just want to say goodbye.
- Yeah.
Sorry.
That's not happening.
♪ ♪
- I spoke to DOJ.
He didn't kill anyone.
He's cooperating.
He could be out in five.
- And what will happen to me?
- You keep feeding us intelligence,
you'll get defector status, a new life.
- "A new life."
The mother goes free while the child pays the price.
What kind of "life" is that?
They are monsters, you know.
On both sides.
♪ ♪
Agent Bill,
be careful.
♪ ♪
- How is she holding up?
- She sacrificed everything and got nothing for it.
I'd say she's taking it in stride.
- Well, she's not the only one talking.
- What, Malib?
Folded like a TV tray, did he?
- He gave up everyone.
- Great work.
- You know, the FBI is rolling up
three dozen sleeper cells as we speak.
You guys didn't just stop one assassination.
You crippled their entire network.
- Huh.
- You know, you two almost look like partners.
If you squint.
- But not too hard.
Could pop a blood vessel. - [chuckles]
So does this mean I've got to give the car back?
We barely got to know each other.
- Oh, no. Keep it for the night.
My ex won't miss it.
And if he does, even better.
- I was hoping you'd say that.
- Mm-hmm.
- Good night. - Night.
- I meant to tell you.
It was really moving, how you handled Samir.
- Oh.
Thanks.
Barely remember what I said, to be honest.
- I remember.
You told him how your mom died when you were 12.
But you told Mona you were 10.
Is any of it true?
[Lynyrd Skynyrd "Simple Man"]
- [chuckles]
Does it matter?
♪ ♪
- ♪ Mama told me ♪
♪ When I was young ♪
♪ Sit beside me, my only son ♪
- I am home.
- ♪ And listen closely ♪
- Katie?
- ♪ To what I say ♪
- You here?
- ♪ Oh, if you do this, it'll help you ♪
♪ Some sunny day ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Oh, take your time ♪
♪ Don't live too fast ♪
♪ Troubles will come ♪
♪ And they will pass ♪
♪ You'll find a woman ♪
♪ And you'll find love ♪
♪ And don't forget, son, there is someone ♪
♪ Up above ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Oh, don't you worry ♪
♪ You'll find yourself ♪
♪ Follow your heart ♪
♪ And nothing else ♪
♪ And you can do this, oh, baby ♪
- Don't make a move!
- ♪ If you try ♪
- You're home!
- [chuckles] Yes, I am, buddy.
Mwah. Missed you.
- I thought you had to work late.
- Well, I thought you liked surprises.
- I do.
And you're just in time for dinner.
- Mm. [chuckles]
I missed you too.
- Come sit.
- So are you gonna lay a place for me, mister?
- OK.
- All right, so what's on the menu, then?
- Max, what's on the menu?
- We have some bread and salad.
- Oh, let's go.
Lovely.
Did you do any cooking yourself?
- ♪ Be a simple man ♪
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
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