02x04 - A.T.N.W.H.Y.P.A.B.H.

[bunniefuu]

[Owen] Previously on The Recruit...

[grunting]

I owed you for saving my life.
And if you need anything, well, call me.

[Hannah] I've been wanting
to spend more time with you

than maybe is appropriate.

Do I have to worry
about you being the jealous type?

- No.
- We never spoke tonight.

What didn't we speak about?

CEG being on the way to your house.

They're searching for anything
connected to the Meladze op.

[Dawn] Guess who
I got a call from yesterday.

- How hard is it to k*ll a lawyer?
- [Owen groans]

Now get me an asset. A good one.

[Dawn] Conditions on the ground
have changed.

[Lester yells, grunts]

- [gasps]
- [man groans]

Do you think the Russians
are giving my wife a breather?

No, because they do not have her.
The Yakuza does.

They don't know where she's being held.

The NIS created a traceable crypto.

[Jang Kyun] The CIA created it with us.

- When I say jump, then...
- [Owen grunts, pants]

- [tires screech]
- [engine revving]

[dramatic music playing]

[music fades out]

[radio static crackling]

[static ends]

- [car horn honks]
- [Janus] Where the hell are you?

I'm heading to break into
Jang Kyun's apartment.

- I went rogue.
- Uh... define "rogue."

No, no. Better yet,
hang up and lose my number.

How do I find his dead man's switch?

[Janus] Uh... I don't know.

It's most likely digital.

A release of secrets if he fails
to check in or sends a coded message.

And he's too smart to leave
any kind of a smoking g*n at home.

But there are probably clues

that Operations could use
to help figure it out,

so just take pictures of everything.

[Owen] Pictures. Got it.

But if you get caught spying,
you are a dead man.

[Owen] sh*t. Really? I thought they
would just kick me out of the country.

[Janus] Oh, they will.

And then Nyland
will have you pulled apart by horses.

[tires screech]

[tense music playing]

[music fades]

- [keys jangle]
- [lock clatters]

[door opens]

[quiet, suspenseful music playing]

[door closes]

[phone camera clicking]

[camera clicks]

[breathes heavily]

[grunts, groans]

[in Korean] m*therf*cker.

[Korean hip-hop music playing]

[groans]

[both grunting]

[Owen groans, grunts]

[grunts]

[groans]

[dull thwack]

[Owen groans]

[Jang Kyun yells]

[Owen grunts]

- Ah!
- [Owen groans]

[groans]

[Jang Kyun groans]

f*ck! Enough!

[laughs, coughs]

[in English] What are you gonna do? Huh?

Are you gonna k*ll me
in your own apartment?

[both breathing heavily]

The police will be here in minutes,
followed by the NIS.

That'll be the final nail
in your wife's coffin.

You know I'm not stupid enough

to keep the dead man's switch
in my apartment, right?

It's the only thing...
keeping the CIA from k*lling me.

Oh, I know.

[heavy breathing slows]

[g*n clatters]

[Jang Kyun groans]

This... is our home.

You had no right to destroy it.

I guess I just got a
little bit desperate.

You think I'm not?

Nan Hee

is pregnant.

I can't save her without you.

[intriguing electronic music playing]

- [music ends]
- [door slams]

[footsteps approach]

Wake up. Someone tried to k*ll me.

What?

[cork squeaks, clatters]

- [liquor pours]
- Hey, where did that come from?

[huffs] The guy who tried to k*ll me.

- [glass thumps]
- Okay, and where is he now?

[Lester] Morgue.

You seen him?

- Uh, no.
- [Lester sighs]

- So you think your cover's blown?
- I don't know.

But I do know that it's a CZ-75.
High-end European special forces weapon.

And the guy was a f*cking ninja.

I don't know why
they're trying to k*ll me.

I'm a new operator in the region
with nothing on my front burner.

- You wanna stick around and find out?
- No!

But if I alert Langley to the
possibility I've been compromised,

they'll blame it on me.

Pull me from the field.
I'll be rubber-roomed.

My chance at Moscow
Station will be done.

Well, as your lawyer
and your reluctant roommate,

I recommend
that you get the f*ck out of Poland,

where someone is trying to k*ll you,

and go back to DC,
where no one is trying to k*ll you.

- Then we figure out what to do next there.
- [glass thumps]

[sighs]

I love that plan. [thumps hand]

[grunts] I'll call the travel office
and get us on the first flight out.

Hey.

You think this has
anything to do with Nichka?

By Nichka, you mean
Owen? Then f*ck yeah.

f*ck.

[Dodge] Got bad news.

I don't want it.

Tough. Heavy weighs the crown.

- Lee is dead.
- [door lock rattles]

Who's Lee?

Mercenary we sent after Owen last week.

Warsaw cops found his body last night.

You sent the same guy who failed to
k*ll Hendricks to fail to k*ll Lester.

Not a lot of choices on short notice.

Is there a way to track him back to us?

Give me a little credit.
We're completely firewalled.

But?

Owen, Lester, and Violet
all booked flights back to DC

through the Agency travel office.

Well, that can't be a coincidence. That
means that they are onto us somehow.

- We gotta get back to DC.
- I figured you'd say that.

Got us a ride in a Lockheed cargo plane.
Wheels up in 90.

Good.

What?

How far are you planning to take this?

I know I owe you for South Sudan,

but I'd rather not spend
the rest of my life

in a federal penitentiary.

Or worse.

This is life-and-death for me.

But I... won't blame
you if you wanna walk.

[Dodge] No.

I'm good.

Ride or die, right?

Ride or die.

- [Owen] You need to fly back with me.
- Nope. I'm staying here.

The fact that the Agency
created a cryptocurrency

that is currently being used
by over ten million Americans

is a nuclear-level secret, dude.

Which is why I don't wanna be
anywhere near the blast radius

when you tell Nyland.

Besides, one of us
has to monitor Jang Kyun,

who is doing exactly what
while you fly back to DC?

He is heading to the NIS to dig into
the recent crypto transactions.

If the Yakuza abducted Nan Hee
because they suspected

the crypto she bribed them with,
they're gonna start dumping it.

Which Jang Kyun better be super subtle
about the way he checks into it.

Otherwise, his boss
is gonna get suspicious.

Grace Cho.

[percussive music playing]

What, you got a thing for her?

No. Shut up.

I mean,
just don't get honey-potted, right?

God. I should be so lucky.

But the guy is a pro.
He can do subtle, right?

[tense music playing]

[card reader trills]

[in Korean] No change.

[music fades]

[suspenseful music playing]

[music building]

- [music stops]
- [Grace] There you are.

What were you doing in there?

You have something going
with organized crime?

Oh, no. Just looking for Officer Yoon.

I heard he was selling his Peloton.

A surprise for Nan Hee.
She's been wanting one.

What happened to your face?

Oh, this?

It's a bit embarrassing.

I fell down the steps in my building,
looking at my phone.

Inspiring.

Did you know Owen Hendricks
is back on a plane to DC?

Yes, but I'm still working on flipping
the other lawyer to find out why...

Listen.

The Director heard rumors
that the CIA is up to something.

And he's looking to me for answers.

If you can't get them
in the next 24 hours,

I'll find someone who can

and banish you to a watchtower
on the DMZ until the world ends.

[tense music playing]

- [card reader trills]
- [door opens]

[music fades]

[in English] Thanks for the heads-up
you didn't give me on CEG last night.

How didn't that go?

They're on their heels. For now.
But they are not diverted so easily.

And they have a real
hard-on for Hendricks

and everyone else that got caught up in
that Eastern European shitshow with him.

So we're gonna have to
keep the whole clown car,

Hendricks, Kitchens, Ebner, and Gilbane,

away from them until a new crisis
can steal all the oxygen.

Luckily for us, those four are currently
scattered across the globe.

[plane engine whooshing]

[percussive music playing]

[scoffs] Well, Nyland's gonna wanna know
why we left Warsaw.

We gotta come up with
something good or...

Or you can kiss Moscow Station goodbye?

Yeah, you mentioned it
only about a thousand times.

You know, we, you and I,
were supposed to be a team. Right?

I mean, Moscow Station
was not part of the plan.

What are you saying?

[sighs] What I'm saying is,
is that you made your own bed...

[strains] ...and I am
gonna go back to mine.

Mm. I even think I've got
some Ben & Jerry's in the freezer.

It's like he's haunting us.

[Lester sighs]

Only way to get rid of him
is an occupational exorcism.

We need a priest.

We need a baseball bat.

Damn.

[woman chatters over PA]

What are you doing here?

Oh, just... lighting a fire
underneath that transfer paperwork.

All right.

How about you? Wait, you know what?
I don't wanna know.

What happened to your face?

Angry husband.

What happened to yours?

Uh, ninja assassin.

[chuckles wryly]

Everything all right in Warsaw?

Yeah. Why? What'd you hear?

Nothing. You just look like
you're on edge.

Nah, man. I'm just...

Any time I'm around you,
I always am. [chuckles]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

[inaudible chatter]

That's not good.

[tense music playing]

What's the play? Take 'em out?

[Dawn] Negative.

We're here to see
what the f*ck is going on.

Then we take 'em out.

Split up. You follow Kitchens.

I'll take Hendricks.

[tense music continues]

All right, so there's Hannah hiding
in the congresswoman's closet,

whilst I'm trapped under the bed
with the woman's half-naked son.

And I was full-on in cat allergy attack,

trying to hold in a sneeze
that would get us all caught.

- No.
- [chuckles]

At which point, my college boyfriend

is gonna have to come out
to his fundamentalist mother...

[Hannah] Mm.

...whilst we're all high on shrooms.

- Oh my God.
- [Terence laughs] I swear.

- How the hell did you get out of it?
- [both chuckling]

Hannah called the only person
who'd come and rescue us

without a single question asked.

[Hannah] Yeah.

["Hell N Back" by Bakar
playing over stereo]

- Owen.
- [Terence chuckles]

[Hannah] Mm-hmm.

- Yeah.
- [chuckles]

[door opens]

Hey!

- [door closes]
- Hi.

- Hey. Uh, welcome home.
- Thanks.

Hey. Uh... it's Jae, right?

Yeah. We, uh, met at
the State Department.

- [Owen] Right. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Cool.
- [Hannah] Mm.

Oh, you guys are dating now?

Yes.

Awesome. Don't let me interrupt dinner.

I just came to drop off my bag and
change before heading to the office.

I thought you guys at State
kept post office hours.

Um... Mostly. Yeah.

I just... I have
this time-sensitive project.

And... it's not gonna get done
unless I do it, right? So...

♪ I remember, I
remember I was all alone ♪

♪ Late night, you would call my phone
Just to check if I was blessed... ♪

I'll be right back.

♪ Head gone, rolling off the throne ♪

♪ I remember, I remember
We was in the park ♪

♪ Late night, made love on the grass ♪

♪ Got my head in the clouds... ♪

Come and eat with us.

It doesn't have to be weird.

It isn't.

You're looking a little worse for wear.

- Am I?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, he seems like a really good guy.

I'm not just saying that.

You are.

But... he is.

And he makes you happy?

Yes.

Good.

You deserve it.

Thank you.

I don't want you to think I didn't hear
everything you said to me in Germany.

- We don't have...
- I do.

I'm trying to learn from my mistakes.

Trying to listen to the person
I care about the most in the world.

To be a better man and...

not be so selfish all the time.

To grow up.

Sorry.

Sounded super earnest.
Blame the jet lag.

[chuckles, hesitates]

[Jae] Oh.

Hey. I was just looking
for the bathroom.

Yeah. You can use mine.

[door closing, shuts]

[lock clacks]

Okay, well, just... [sighs] ...come
eat something with us before you go.

We ordered from Noshi.

- Whoa! Noshi?
- [Hannah] Mm-hmm.

How could I say no to that?

You can't.

[distant siren wailing]

[tense music playing]

[sent alert whooshes]

[tense music fades]

[hip-hop music playing over stereo]

[Terence and Owen chuckle]

- Baba.
- [Terence] Mm?

We need furniture.

- [Terence] No sh*t.
- [Owen laughs]

[distant siren wails]

[music continues]

Hey, you know there's some wine too?
But you have to fish out a mug.

Add glasses to the list of things
that we no longer have.

[Hannah chuckles]

[Owen] I'm good.
I gotta go. Thank you though.

Hey, good luck with that project.
Gotta stay on your grind, right?


letting me crash dinner.

Nothing says thank you
quite like a new coffee table.

[Owen chuckles] Coffee tables
are for closers.

[door closes]

You good?

I'm good.

[hip-hop music continues]

[music ends]

Well, we can't risk exposure.

- We have to neutralize this threat now.
- [Owen] Yes, sir. Uh...

But at this moment, our best option still
is to give the graymailer what he wants.

His wife back.
We trade her for his dead man's switch.

And how do you plan on getting her back?

Well, the good news
is we now know who's holding her.

So I think the next step
is to involve Operations.

We need their skill set to locate her
and perform an exfil.

There is no way we are running a
covert tactical operation in South Korea

without notifying our counterparts
at the NIS.

Which we can't do without alerting them
that one of their own is compromised,

and that we've been working him
behind their backs.

What if we involved Operations
without involving Operations?

Lester Kitchens. His transfer paperwork
to Operations hasn't gone through yet,

so technically, he's still employed
as a lawyer for the OGC.

He could run the op without...
anyone... having to notify...

[softly] ...NIS.

[intriguing percussive music playing]

What do you think?

You don't wanna know what I think.

All right, bring Lester in from Poland.

Actually, sir, Lester's not in Poland.

[Lester] I'm gonna
straight-up m*rder you!

Whoa! Hey! Hey! I didn't have a choice.

Oh, you had a choice. You opened
your big mouth and you uttered my name.

That was your choice.
Now my shot at Moscow Station is DOA.

I think it's the opposite.

I think that you're gonna be a hero once
you save the director's butt, right?

How is that a bad thing?

Because you have set me up
for failure, dude.

I don't have access
to any of my Operational resources.

IMINT! HUMINT! SIGINT!

Okay, well, Jang Kyun could get
some of that stuff for us.

Oh, you are a f*cking moron.
You know that?

Have you not learned anything
from the Meladze f*ck-up?

Do not trust the person
who's graymailing you!

So unless you got some kind of
other intel on the Yakuza... you SOL.

And I don't know what this weird-a*s
Schoolhouse Rock acid trip is.

- But you need to paint this wall.
- I, uh...

Actually, I, um...

I might.

I got a guy.

- You got a guy?
- Yeah.

[Lester] What guy?

[Chinese hip-hop music playing]

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

[lyrics in Chinese]

♪ I been out here all night long... ♪

- [cell phone ringing]
- [headset beeps]

- Hello?
- [Owen] Oliver.

It's, uh, Owen Hendricks... from Doha.

Ah, yes, of course, Owen.
How are you, dear boy?

[Owen] So good.

Listen, uh, I'm here
with an associate of mine.

He found out who was holding my hostage.

Oh.

- [Owen] The Yakuza.
- Uh-huh.

[Owen] Specifically, the Yamazaki clan.

Wondering if you have
any contacts there.

I have contacts everywhere, Owen.

- It's what I do.
- [music playing on tablet]

Just one moment.

Uh, Yamazaki clan, please.

[music stops]

Thank you. Yes, Owen.

- What is it you want to know, Owen?
- Anything is helpful.

Uh... [clears throat]

We're a bit compartmentalized right now

and don't have access
to our normal resources.

It seems the Yamazaki clan
have their grubby little fingers

in rather a lot of pies.

Um... drug trafficking, loan-sharking,
gambling, prostitution.

And that is adjacent
to their legal ventures

of construction, restaurants,
nightclubs, and property.

- [tense music playing]
- They are based in Tokyo.

They also like to play in...
in Russia, South Korea,

and China.

Any idea
why they would have taken Nan Hee?

They usually reserve kidnapping
for people who owe them money

or... high-status targets
that they can blackmail,

so your...

your NGO wife
doesn't really fit the bill, does she?

No, I'd hazard a guess that she's become
embroiled in one or two of their affairs.

So I shall have to do some, uh...
some careful digging

to find out more.

- We appreciate that.
- [Lester] Mm.

Any chance that you would,
uh, meet us in Seoul?

Yes, I could, uh...

I have a mistress whose rent I pay
on a charming little flat in Hongdae.

Great. We are wheels up in two hours.
We'll see you there.

- [receiver clatters]
- Heads-up.

CEG got pinged
you're both in the building.

[tense music continues]

[card reader beeps]

[huffs]

Hi. You're here late.

We were alerted that Mr. Hendricks
and Mr. Kitchens are here.

[softly] Not with your card!

Really? I haven't seen them.
Last I heard, Lester was in Poland.

[Juno] Cologne.

Or deodorant.

[tense music continues]

- [whispers] Lock it! Lock it!
- f*ck!

[lock clacks]

- [Lester] Is it locked?
- It's locked.

[door handle rattles]

[whispers] Oh my God.

Wait. Nah, nah, nah, nah.

[door handle rattles]

[whispers] Okay. Go, go, go, go.

Let's get security up here with the
keys. We need to check all these offices.

[tense music continues]

- [Amelia] Hey.
- [door closes]

I'm, uh...

heading home now.

You're positive you didn't see
Hendricks or Kitchens?

[Amelia] Yeah.
I seriously doubt that they were here.

- Also, we've been having issues...
- [door squeaks]

...with our badge readers
the last few weeks.

You know how hard it is
to get IT and maintenance to coordinate.

[tense music continues]

Night!

[dramatic music playing]

- What are you... There's a...
- [panel beeps]

[breathes anxiously]

[dramatic music continues]

[footsteps echo]

[stairwell door beeps, opens]

[elevator bongs]

[music abates]

Miss Gilbane.

[percussive music playing]

Juno Marsh, CEG. I need to talk to you.

Hold the door.

We were not alerted
that you'd flown back to the US.

I won't be here long.

Then we should talk now.

[button panel beeps]

[percussive music continues]

[music ends]

[breathing nervously]

[card reader beeps]

[Marcy] So what are you doing in DC?

You've been posted
to the Port Louis Station.

And there's no record
of your travel back to the US.

With all due respect, if you don't know,
it's not my place to tell you.

And what is it exactly
that we don't know?

- You really think I was rubber-roomed?
- [Marcy] Yes.

It's standard procedure after an officer
has been involved in a covert clusterfuck.

Both you and Mr. Hendricks
have been sidelined

till there's clarity
around the events in Prague.

Okay, let's just go with that, then.

[Juno] What are you trying
to make us believe?

That you being rubber-roomed
is a cover for some covert assignment?

Well, if I was,
clearly, you haven't been read in,

which means you're not trusted.

Not surprising, given that
you didn't sniff out Meladze and Goi

as being compromised.

- You're bluffing.
- [percussive music playing]

Okay.

What use could you possibly be
to the director

after being pulled out of the quicksand
in Eastern Europe?

None.

Is it regarding Mr. Hendricks?

We're here all night.
You need to start talking.

Look, all I can say
without the appropriate clearance

is that Hendricks is an unknown unknown.

A young lawyer who was thrown
into the deep end before he could swim,

and now he's running around
thinking he's Operations.

It's made him a wild card. And paranoid.

I heard he's convinced
he's an assassination target.

But... you didn't hear that from me.

[music intensifies]

[music ends]

[car engine starts]

[huffs]

[idling engine rumbling]

[man on radio] ...Street Bridge. This is
your top-of-the-hour traffic update.

And it looks like we got a mixed...

- What took so long?
- [sighs] CEG.

- Are we f*cked?
- No. I think we're in the clear for now.

If Lester knew I was the one
who sent an assassin after him,

we'd already be in custody.

And by some miracle, Hendricks has been
smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

Good.

Those two are up to something, for sure.
They just took off on a plane to Seoul.

- f*ck it. We're going.
- [percussive music playing]

But don't use
any of our established cover IDs.

They'll ping Agency radar.

Get us some new travel docs.
We'll fly in on the DL.

It'll slow things down a bit.

You want something done right,
you do it yourself.

[plane engine whooshing]

[man over PA] We have
a small security issue.

Remain in your seats
until it's dealt with.

- [yawns]
- [whimsical, intriguing music playing]

[yawns]

[Grace yawns]

[exhales]

[music fades]

[cell phone vibrating]

[Jae sighs]

Uh...

Mind if I take this?
I've been dodging his calls all day.

Yeah. Of course.

[woman on TV] You are no longer
Hank Tracy.

Hi, Dad.

[Grace] Why is Hendricks here

with another CO masking as a lawyer?

- [Jae] I don't know.
- [Grace] Not good enough.

- You need to get me something actionable.
- [softly] What about the picture I sent?

Of him and the girl?
It was taken about a decade ago.

He kept it
with his dad's military memorabilia.

- She means something to him.
- You're grasping at straws.

And I need hard intelligence.

That's why I placed you
with the ex-girlfriend.

[chatter continues on TV]

Yeah, but I don't think
she knows anything.

- She's not with him anymore.
- Are you falling for her?

- No.
- Pull yourself together.

And get me what I need on Hendricks.

Or I'll release the arrest warrant
I have for your drug offenses,

and you will be extradited back here.

Or worse, I'll let the
US government know

that you are operating as a spy
without official cover,

and they'll arrest you for treason.

[disconnect tone]

[Hannah] Everything okay?

[chuckles] Yeah.

Totally. Just, uh... the normal
parent-filling-me-with-anxiety bullshit.

- Yeah, I know the feeling. [chuckles]
- [chuckles]

- [unsettling music playing]
- [Jae chuckles]

[sighing groan]

[Lester snoring]

[grunts, clears throat]

[music fades]

[clears throat]

[inhales sharply] Hi!
Hey. So good to see you again.

I know what you're thinking.
"Two more Agency lawyers? WTF." But...

It's fine. You're free to go.

Uh, okay. Yeah. Great.

Thank you.

- That was too easy.
- Yup.

Too easy is bad. Right?

Oh yeah. We're definitely leaving here
with a full surveillance team in tow.

- That's a problem.
- No. I know a surefire way to lose 'em.

Oh. Okay. Cool.

And there's only a 40% chance
of us dying horribly pulling it off.

[train horn blares]

Well, I can officially cross

jumping in front of a subway
off of my bucket list.

- Hey, you got something on your nose.
- What?

Nose.

There's no way
they followed us into the tunnel.

Not after they saw
what happened to our luggage.

Yeah, but the problem is,

by shaking our surveillance,
we started a ticking clock.

We got about 12 hours
before Grace Cho pulls a fire alarm

and sends the army to hunt us down.

- Is this the place?
- It's the address he sent.

[K-pop music playing on TV]

[knocking on door]

[music continues]

[Lester sniffs]

It's an interesting
take... on a safe house.

It's cheap, no one asks for ID,
and there's no cameras in the building.

- Here's all the stuff you requisitioned.
- Tight.

[knocking on door]

What up?

- [door closes]
- [Jang Kyun] Smart.

Cheap. No ID. No cameras.

[Janus] Thank you.

[knocking on door]

- [Owen] Oliver.
- Owen.

Thank you for coming. Hopefully
you have some good news for us.

I wouldn't qualify it wholly as good,
but we can stay local for this.

Uh... the Yamazaki lieutenant
that we need to speak to

is currently in Seoul.

Now, I can't set up a face-to-face
until you come up with sufficient cover.

Can't we just say
we have a vested interest

in her NGO's diplomatic attachés?

[chuckling]

- [chuckles]
- What?

You can't possibly
use the word "attaché"

without everyone thinking
that you are US intelligence.

Can we still use the NGO angle?

The American arm of her nonprofit.

She repatriates Koreans
from Sakhalin Island in Russia.

It's kind of niche.

[Lester] What about K&R reps?

I worked an op a few years back

where we set up
a kidnapping and ransom firm.

I like it. An NGO worker like Nan Hee
could have been covered by her nonprofit.

Okay, so then we get a meeting
as K&R guys. Then what?

I mean, it's standard procedure
to get a proof-of-life call.

You get her on the phone,

I can trace her location,
and we send in an extraction team.

Or... I mean, I'm just spitballing here.

...if we're posing as insurance reps
ready to pay for her safe return, then...

[percussive music playing]

...why don't we just
buy her back for real?

[Oliver] Occam's razor.

Simplicity in action.
Now that is beautiful.

So how much is an NGO worker worth?

Oh, I'd estimate
between one and two million dollars.

- Easy. The CIA's made of money.
- Hold on a second. That's not...

Dude, I made one phone call

and you handed Nichka 200 grand
without blinking.

Yeah, that was
from a small discretionary fund.

We're talking about a million dollars.
That's real money.

And it's gonna require authorization. And
our mandate is to fly under the radar.

[Janus] Correct me if I'm wrong,

but since your transfer paperwork
hasn't gone through yet,

Warsaw Station is still technically
under the purview of Dawn.

[Lester] It is.

I could pull a million
from several different accounts

and just back-paper it later.

- Or leave Dawn holding the bag.
- I like that.

[Owen] What about you? Can you get
that other million in US dollars?

[Jang Kyun] I can play
a similar bureaucratic game.

By the time my superiors find out,
this will all be over,

and I'll happily suffer
the consequences.

[Oliver] Excellent.

Now, I... I've gotta make a few calls,
and you chaps have gotta get busy.

So... chop-chop, eh?

[grunts]

[suspenseful music playing]

[laptop beeps]

Hey, it's live.

- [keyboard clacking]
- [Janus grunts]

[Owen murmurs]

[Owen] Ah.

We have picture.

Boom.

Don't you have any real work to do?

- [keyboard clacking]
- Uh, no.

I am here solely to give legal advice,

which, when everything we're doing
is ill*gal in this country,

means I'm watching K-pop videos
and dreaming of bibimbap.

[suspenseful music continues]

- [Oliver] A meeting has been arranged.
- [music fades]

Now, this gentleman here

is Kenta Nakano.

He's the front-facing
member of the clan.

Graduated from Japan's
top business school

and is in charge of much
of the Yamazaki clan's

semi-legitimate business ventures.

He is cunning and charming
and abso-f*cking-lutely ruthless.

He's, uh, not a man
who is easily fooled,

so you are gonna have to be
right at the very top of your game

to pull the wool over his eyes.

What about the angry-looking dude?

- [Oliver] Oh, this chap?
- [Owen] Mm.

[Oliver] Yes, um, the closest
translation for his Japanese nickname

is "he who brings carnage
and agony to our enemies."

It's catchy.

Hmm. If that guy shows up,
we are in serious trouble.

Meanwhile, Janus and I will be set up
to trace the proof-of-life call,

as a backstop,
in case something goes wrong.

But what could possibly go wrong?

[chuckles] Right?

All right, guys,
we're at T-minus five hours

until the meeting.

Let's try to grab some shut-eye.
We need to be on our A-game tonight.

[Lester sighs]

[Janus] Okay. Well...

[tense music playing]

- [music fades]
- [Lester snoring]

[handle clacks softly]

[Jang Kyun] Psst. Where are you going?

I'm getting some air.

- I'm climbing up the walls.
- [Lester grunting]

- It's too risky.
- [Owen] It's fine.

Trust me.

I'll be back in a few.

[door closes]

[rock music playing]

[singing in Korean]

[in English] ♪ Don't go buying
A second toothbrush ♪

♪ Hey, you're not moving in ♪

♪ You're not my boy ♪

♪ Not my boyfriend, no ♪

[sings in Korean]

[in English] ♪ Not my boyfriend, no ♪

[music ends]

[crowd cheering]

Woo-woo!

[in Korean] Thank you.
We are Don't Touch My Stuff.

We'll be back for another set at 8:00.

[crowd cheers, applauds]

[applause abates]

- [rock music playing]
- [bartender chatters in Korean]

[in English] Hey.

You were... amazing.

- Owen!
- [chuckles]

Uh... do you ever make, like, plans,

or do you just always pop up
and disappear?

Well, I mean, you know, popping up and
disappearing has definitely been my...

MO... as of lately.

Who was the guy
that grabbed you at my bar?

You're not really a lawyer, are you?

- Drug dealer?
- Ah.

- Hit man for hire?
- [chuckles]

Runway model-slash-sex trafficker.

You know, I actually did
go to school for the last one.

I just couldn't really take
the dieting all the time.

It's complicated. Um...

I am a lawyer.

Just... for the CIA.

[Yoo Jin laughs]

Okay. If you're just
gonna f*ck with me...

No, no, no, no. I
promise. I am. I'm a...

I'm a lawyer for spies.

For real.

That is so f*cking cool.

[chuckles] That is definitely
not the adjective

that I would use to describe
it currently, but thank you.

And you're allowed to tell me this?

Technically, yeah.

I mean, I usually lie.

But I... I kind of promised myself
that I wasn't gonna manipulate people

that I actually give a sh*t about anymore
in my life, so I... didn't wanna lie to you.

Well, I wish you had.

Here I am, playing in a crap club,
still living with my parents.

You're running around being a sexy spy.

I'm, uh, not a spy.

I'm a lawyer.

Maybe a sexy one.

[chuckles]

[funky rock music playing]

[sighs] I have another set.

But then we can do some more of this.

I wish. I, um... I have
to get back to work.

But can I call you later,
we'll make a plan?

[inhales deeply]

No.

You're the only thing in my life
that surprises me.

So let's keep it that way.

[sighs]

You are f*cking this up.

No, I had to... I had to meet my friend.

Okay? I ghosted her,
and she deserved an explanation, so I...

Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.

Bollocks.

You were hoping to get your leg over,
which normally,

you know, knock
yourself out, but... [sighs]

...there is a motel room
of people back there

who are putting not only their careers
but their lives on the line,

and you seem
to just be thinking about yourself.

I've hurt people before,
and I am trying to be a better man.

Why?

[scoffs, chuckles] I mean...

I... I think you might be in the wrong
line of work with that, Sonny Jim.

You are a mercenary... for psychopaths.

Act accordingly.

Now...

we'd better get our
skates on, hadn't we?

'Cause we have got
one f*cking serious meeting to go to.

[funky hip-hop music playing]

- ♪ Here it comes ♪
- ♪ And here it comes ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ♪

- ♪ So here it comes ♪
- ♪ And here it comes ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ♪

- ♪ Hey, genre went left so I went right ♪
- ♪ Went right ♪

- ♪ Things got loose so I came tight ♪
- ♪ Gained sight ♪

♪ For this human, no media coolin' ♪

- ♪ Radio 1 afternoonin' ♪
- ♪ So here it comes ♪

- ♪ And here it comes ♪
- ♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Here it comes! ♪

- [Janus] So...
- [music fades]

...who's gonna f*ck this up first?

The chaos agent?

Husband on edge?

- Or the shady Brit?
- [scoffs]

As much as I hate to admit it...
Owen's a rock star under pressure.

He's just a f*cking moron
the rest of the time.

- It's our graymailer I'm worried about.
- [Janus] Mm-hmm.

[Lester] He's hanging on
by his emotional fingertips.

[elevator dings]

Konbawa, gentlemen.

We are here to see Mr. Nakano.

I expect this back.

[patting]

[patting]

You're really getting in there, huh?

[tense, unsettling music playing]

[distant siren wailing]

[Oliver] Mr. Nakano.

Uh, thank you
for taking the time to talk to us.

I'd like to introduce,
uh, Mr. Fisk and Mr. Jung.

They represent GFL Insurance.

Will you have something to drink?
We stock a full bar.

No.

[case thumps]

[Owen] I'd love a beer. Thank you.

Yes, a single malt. Neat. Thank you.

[tense music continues]

[Kenta sighs]

- Thank you.
- [Oliver] Thank you.

- [sighs, smacks lips]
- [music fades]

Gentlemen, as our mutual friend here
has explained to you,

you are currently
in possession of a young woman

whose employer has hired us
to negotiate for her release.

Mm, but perhaps, uh, first, we'd
like to express our sincere gratitude

for your assistance in... this matter.

Of course. [chuckles]

My apologies.

Look, we know that your time
is very valuable,

so we are prepared to offer you
one million for her delivery to us.

That is not sufficient.

Well, as I'm sure you're well aware,
the policyholder, in this case,

is a charitable organization
with limited resources.

What's your price?

[sighs] I told you
this guy's gonna f*ck it up.

[Owen] Please excuse
my colleague's bluntness.

Uh, as you can tell,

we're very eager
to resolve this situation.

[door opens]

- [suspenseful music playing]
- [footsteps]

[tense music playing]

In order to preserve our reputation,

we are willing to upset our underwriters
and go as high as two million.

The price is ten million.

Mr. Nakano, our client is...
is an ordinary NGO worker,

so her policy is capped.

We need to bring
that number down significantly if...

If you do not meet our number,

I cannot guarantee her continued safety

or survival.

How do we even know she is alive?

We demand proof of life.

[chuckles] He means
"respectfully request," obviously.

I meant what I said.

If it turns into a bloodbath, we're
just running for the airport, right?

[tense music continues]

[laptop whirs]

[Kenta] As you can see, she is alive.

And mostly unharmed.

[somber music continues]

[Nan Hee groans]

[breathing heavily]

- [wind howls]
- [breath quivers]

- [water dripping]
- [breathes shakily]

[sobs]

- [tense music building]
- [Nan Hee gasps]

- [Nan Hee's breath trembles]
- [music swells]

- [Owen] Could you... Oh!
- [music stops]

Oh Jesus. Um...

- [bottle clinks]
- [Owen tuts]

I'm...

I'm so sorry about that. Uh, bill me.

I'll have it replaced immediately.
[chuckles] I promise.

You see she is alive,
so the question is,

are you willing to pay our price?

Mr. Nakano, if I may be blunt,

just to avoid
any misunderstandings whatsoever...

the answer to your question is

not a chance in hell.

- [thrum]
- [tense music playing]

[Owen groans] Um... Okay.

Oh sh*t.

[Owen] I cannot go back to my boss
and say ten million.

This woman is a f*cking NGO worker.

She's not a C-suite executive.
He is going to break my ba*ls.

Or he's going to laugh in my face. Or
both. And then he is going to fire me.

With all due respect,

you need to be smart here, because
you are in the kidnapping business.

We are in
the paying-kidnappers-off business.

And we all make a ton of money doing it.

Right? Why?

Because it's a steady,
repeatable... revenue stream.

But if you get greedy

and you start asking
for more than the market can bear,

it falls apart.

Now,

I am more than willing to go back to
my boss and try to get you more money.

But first, you have to adjust your
number to something reasonable.

[tense music continues]

What do you think?

The price is the price,

and this meeting is over.

[Owen] If I may...

The Yamazaki hospitality
has now been rescinded,

and it's time
to get the f*ck out of here, okay?

[Owen sighs] Relax.

[clears throat]

- Hey. What...
- Hey.

[softly] f*ck.

I got him.

- Hey, hey. Relax.
- [breathes heavily]

- I'm gonna f*cking lose her.
- I know that wasn't easy for you to see.

She looked so scared.

So hurt. So...

[scoffs] So alone.

But she's not alone. Okay?

You have single-handedly forced

the world's largest intelligence agency
to help you save her.

They don't wanna save her.
They wanna k*ll me.

But they can't, because you have
all the leverage, for now,

but that could change at any moment.

So you... you need to
hold your f*cking nerve.

You need to get your
head back in the game

because we have to decide
what we're gonna do next.

- And we are running out of time.
- [case clatters]

- [footsteps departing]
- [tense music playing]

[sighs]

- [shower running]
- [tense music continues]

[Hannah] Mm...

[shower continues running]

- Hey.
- Hey.

What are you doing?

Uh... Sorry. [scoffs] We have that meeting
with Congresswoman Meyers next week.

I wanted to review the term sheet,
but I left my laptop at my place.

[laptop whirring]

So you're copying... my hard drive?

- [tense music continues]
- [chuckles]

What the f*ck are you up to?

Nothing.

Nothing.

- I... Hannah!
- Jae!

- Jae!
- Whoa, whoa, Hannah.

- [Hannah] No.
- No. Don't. No. Wait.

- Wait. Don't do that. Han...
- [grunts]

- Jae, stop!
- No, Hannah!

- [Hannah grunts]
- Ow!

- Stop!
- Let me go! Let me...

- [Jae] Just let me ex...
- [yells]

- [Hannah groans]
- [music stops]

[Jae panting]

- [shower running]
- [tense music resumes]

[grunts]

[ominous music playing]

- [shoe squeaks]
- [Lester] We found her.

What?

I was able to trace the IP address
of the video call back to its source.

- [ominous music continues]
- Uh. Great.

Why do your faces look like that?

[tense music playing]

'Cause she's being held in Vladivostok.

- [sighs, in Korean] sh*t.
- [in English] Wait. You mean, um...

Russia.

[music swells]

[music fades out]

[dramatic electronic music playing]

[music fades out]