02x19 - MHORDER

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Previously on "Quantico"...

Christian Kelly, Henry Roarke, Rebecca Sherman, Thomas Roth, Alice Winter, Peter Theo, Maxwell Fletcher, and finally, Warren Shepherd.

So, if our analysis is right and we're looking for eight Collaborators, we have everyone.

We all know who's next in succession when she resigns.

Henry Roarke.

If you want to keep your job, you'll find out what he's up to.

Your sister...

She d*ed at the Al-Qaeda train bombing.

This is not about my sister.

Whatever it is that's happening between you two, you have to stop it.

I like you, Sasha.

You intrigue me.

I like you, too, okay?

So, eight listening devices and his laptop in under 20 minutes.

Not a personal record, but not bad.

And you thought you'd lost your instincts.

Yeah.

We've got company.

Did something happen?

Oh, morning.

We're with, uh, PrimeWell Securities.

We just did a routine inspection on Mr.

Fletcher's system on the property.

So, that monster gets to sleep safely while he terrorizes half the country?

You should disable the system so he gets what's coming to him.

We should recruit her.

Clay!

Clay?

Who's gonna make me waffles?

You didn't ask for cream, but I noticed you've been taking...

Yes?

Good.

See you back at The Farm.

Oh, God.

I am the worst agent ever, falling asleep on the job.

It's all right.

It was my shift.

I let you.

And I forwarded the feed to my phone.

Alex and Owen finished bugging Fletcher's house.

They'll start their surveillance today.

So, what did I miss on Theo during my nap?

Well, Peter woke up at 5:00, worked out, showered, ate a very odd breakfast that came vacuum-packed via messenger, and then spent the next 20 minutes with the messenger in his bedroom.

And you didn't wake me up.

Unless the messenger was underage, we've still got nothing to take him down with.

He wasn't.

I checked.

And powerful men don't fall easy.

We need to keep listening.

I can think of worse ways to spend time than watching you snore.

Hello?

Is there anybody there I went to Quantico with, but now works on a top-secret task force attempting to stop a vast conspiracy to overthrow my mom, home?

Or are you out fighting?

Nimah!

Oh, my...

Are you pretending to be Raina?

I'm just kidding.

I know it's you.

I'd like to say it's good to see you, but I'm still trying to figure out if it's true.

Oh, school is good.

Thank you for asking.

I'm looking for my brother.

Why would he be here?

Well, Shelby lives here, right?

Well, she's not here, either, and...

Why would you think that they're...

He's engaged, and she's...

Goldilocks looking for the one that's just right.

Okay.

Now I know it's not good to see you.

I swear.

I'm telling you...

he thought he could be in a boy band, wanted to call himself "Cal," wrote letters to, uh, NSYNC and Backstreet, 98 Degrees, even Lou Pearlman.

Well, hey there, Cal.

I thought you were headed back to Berkeley.

Well, I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to mi familia.

Do you know that word... "goodbye"?

No, you don't.

It's that thing that you can't seem to say to them, either.

- I'm going to the bunker.

- _ Is everything okay?

I'm not sure.

Wait.

Raina, I'll come with you.

Hey, you know what's a really good way to stay away from somebody?

By spending the entire night with them alone.

Okay, for the last time, my relationship with your brother is strictly professional.

Like your relationship with your boss was or your relationship with your fellow recruit?

No, no, no.

Don't even intimate that either of those was only my doing.

You had a say in the matter.

So did your father.

I'm not leaving till you're off this team.

Good luck to you 'cause if your mother had to choose between me and you, I'm pretty sure I know the answer.

Oh, what... are you sleeping with her, too?!

Hey.

The Journal reported Sasha Barinov was k*lled two nights ago in a freak accident...

Faulty gas t*nk in her car, but that's not what happened, is it?

I know she was important to you.

I'm so sorry.

Thanks, Raina, but I'm fine.

What's going on with him?

I have no idea.

So, this is where the magic happens, huh?

Caleb, what are you doing here?

I swiped Clay's access card.

Thank you for the extra 20 minutes I spent talking my way past security.

No one's going anywhere.

We're on lockdown.

Someone tried to hack into my e-mail this morning.

I called Maxine, found out my old friend Felix Cordova came to our place in Georgetown last night.

Said he'd been out drinking with aides.

He got a little too drunk to make his way home.

The thing is, Felix doesn't get drunk... ever.

I think it was an excuse to hack into my private e-mails.

I thought you said that this guy was like family to you.

I think Roarke may have dispatched him to look into me after our coup in Cleveland...

And not just me.

Raina, federal marshals requested the transfer that led to your sister being moved.

You know who asked the DOJ for that transfer?

Congressman Henry Roarke.

I think the Collaborators know about us.

You were telling me last night about large blocks of McGregor-Wyatt stock being bought by a company called Generon Industries?

It's not some shell company's strategic investment...

It's an attempt at taking controlling interest.

Guess who owns Generon.

Peter Theo.

I thought the Collaborators would come at us g*ns blazing.

Instead, they've snuck through the back door with silencers.

They've already sent me a message, loud and clear.

They k*lled my asset...

Sasha.

Got too close, and they m*rder*d her right in front of me.

And if we keep going after them, they're gonna k*ll every single one of us, too.

He's right.

They know we're coming, which is why we haven't been able to get anything on them.

Then what do we do?

No time to build individual cases anymore, so we get them all at once.

How is that even possible?

We get them all in the same place at the same time.

But this isn't an Agatha Christie novel.

They're not gonna just be together somewhere.

Unless they had to.

There's one offer none of them can refuse.

Our mother.

The President can't just invite them over for tea.

That'd be su1c1de.

- No.

- She can invite them to an event.

And they'd have to be on their best behavior.

No.

No way.

Like the societal event of the season...

her son's engagement party.

We've used my personal life already.

- We're not using it again.

- Come on, Clay.

You're the President's son.

No one could say no.

We'd have a c*ptive audience.

Is anyone hearing me?

Even if we get them all together in one room, so what?

It's not like they're suddenly gonna confess.

We play them against each other.

We were able to sway Rebecca Sherman to our side.

We can do this again.

We just need to turn one to take out all of them.

This is insane.

Oh, come on, bro.

I mean, everybody loves a party, even r*cist fascists trying to overthrow the government.

So, ugh!

Unpart your hair.

Definitely get rid of that sweater.

This is gonna work.

Oh I'm totally gonna help.

Then let's get started.

It's time to take them down once and for all.

Thank you, Senator Warren.

You will be a welcome addition to our luncheon next month.

Bye.

Well, if it isn't the man I love and two people I don't.

Aw.

You've almost gotten funny since the last time I saw you.

Uh, there's something we need to discuss.

It concerns our engagement party.

The one we're not having?

Yes.

Now we are.

You said...

And I quote...

"During this current political climate, it would be insane for the country to see us dancing on the upper deck of the Titanic as it's going down." Nice memory.

You don't forget something like that.

Well, how could you?

And though I agree having a party at this precise moment makes about as much sense as putting a, uh, former speech writer in charge of the biggest clandestine operation...

You are gonna once again ask me to do something beneficial for your secret job that I still can't know anything about.

- Yes, exactly.

- Yep.

That's pretty much right.

Could have told her myself.

Well, she would have said no.

- She hasn't said yes.

- Uh, Earth to Clay...

Seriously, both of you.

Yes, we want you to throw an engagement party for us to use as a backdrop for a matter of national security.

And I'm supposed to just blindly accept this?

Unfortunately, yes.

Right now, outside those doors, there's a vast conspiracy threatening everything you care about, and we're the only ones fighting it.

You want to know what I've been doing?

I've been playing superhero, only I-I'm failing.

Like Ben Affleck as Batman.

And I need you.

We need you.

- Well, not Caleb.

He's not part of this.

- Yes, I am.

And the best place to stage this secret mission...

I prefer "final showdown." at our engagement party?

Yeah.

Think of it like the third act of a romantic comedy, except everybody might die at the end.

You really haven't changed at all, have you?

Well, I've cut back on the heroin.

It's just a party.

It's not our wedding.

And it just might save the free world.

Please say yes.

Only if I can seat him near the kitchen.

I think we should cap the guest list at 400.

And enough people so that we blend in, but not so many that our marks do, as well.

Definitely enough room in here to keep the supervillains separated.

If we need more help keeping them separate, we should do multiple bar stations instead of one large bar Let's start there, there, and there.

Great idea, Mrs. Smith.

To turn a Collaborator, we need to plant the seed in their mind that their ultimate plan will fail...

that their compatriots will turn on them.

Once we convince one, then switch to enticement.

And to adequately entice, we'll need to hear everything.

Let's...

Let's go with the peonies.

On every table.

A fuller bouquet can hide the Mic.

We can hide signal jammers under chairs, turn this dance floor...

into a giant cellular black hole.

And with cell service being out, radio frequencies will be the only thing clicking.

RFID chips in the coatcheck tags.

Any of the Collaborator bad guys moves an inch, we'll know about it.

You're starting to like this, aren't you?

Little bit.

We are going to divide and conquer...

which means seating all the Collaborators at separate tables We just can't afford to have them confer with each other in any way.

Done.

Peter Theo is now close enough to his college roommate, we might catch something on the Mic, but far enough from his ex-husband that, hopefully, he won't get distracted.

Damn.

You're good.

Yeah, you're Prime Roster material.

How about it?

When you're done saving the world, you can mentor the next generation of Supergirls.

I would love that.

Uh, Clay needs your help.

He's outside on the phone with the Portuguese ambassador trying to explain why he can't bring both his mistresses.

I know what you're doing.

I've seen you do it before.

You did it with my mother.

You're positioning yourself as her friend so she won't worry when you're alone with Clay.

I am not positioning myself as anything, Caleb, except for a person who hopes to never see you again.

So, the party's been set.

You each have your marks.

And as you turn one, what's your offer?

Well, Alice Winter is a mercenary who will work for whoever pays the most.

I'll tell her that the Pentagon's got a whole schedule of open bidding assignments and let her take her pick.

Roarke's adviser, Maxwell Fletcher...

He's a die-hard Catholic, so I figured an ambassadorship to the Vatican should be a good way to get him out of the country if he'd turn on his friends.

Warren Shepherd of Shepherd Communications.

He's been mired in antitrust lawsuits for decades.

If we can get the DOJ to look the other way, he can consolidate his business like he's been trying to since the '80s.

Christian Kelly...

Venture capitalist and the moneyman for the bad guys.

He's got millions tied in embargoed foreign banks, and if we can help him repatriate his fortune, it could buy us his loyalty.

Last but not least, Peter Theo, FundFriend CEO, is branching out from tech into medical research.

Apparently, he wants to live forever, but that requires human testing, illegal testing.

Still, if the FDA gave him a waiver to allow for volunteers...

Caleb and I will be keeping tabs as we make our way through the party.

Okay.

We got this.

You all have the skills.

So, distract them.

Charm them.

Make them feel comfortable.

Give them whatever they want so we can get what we need.

Remember, we are dealing with some of the most powerful people in the country.

They didn't rise by letting people pull the wool over their eyes.

We need to be subtle, strategic, merciless.

That is the only way we're gonna bring them to their knees.

This is our last chance.

Time for a roll call.

Bride-and groom-to-be standing by.

I'm here.

And so is Alice Winter.

I have eyes on my target.

No sign of Maxwell Fletcher yet.

And my target might be a no-show, too.

Christian Kelly's ready to engage once he steps out of the men's room.

Roarke is all yours, Madam President.

No, he's gonna have to wait.

I've got a general from CENTCOM calling with a go/no-go on a m*ssile strike in Yemen.

We'll buy you time.

- Max.

- Oh.

Did you know I owe Clay $100?

I bet him you'd never say yes.

You seem to be feeling better, Felix.

I am.

I am.

But I can't stay long.

I'm supposed to come to my boss with an emergency so he can leave in 20 minutes.

Leave Felix to me.

Now is the only time I have with you two.

I'm not letting you out of my sight.

Hello.

You again.

I was hoping to see you here.

Nimah, right?

You're buying me a drink.

Um, but drinks are free.

Did you contact Winter?

I'm picking my moment.

What about your target?

Did he fall in?

Oh, I stepped up to the plate, wound up for the pitch, but then I saw him duck out before I had the chance.

Not surprised.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Why?

Eh, when my asset d*ed in Munich...

This is about more than my asset.

This is about the team, the people that I care about that are still alive.

We're all out in the open, completely exposed, and I'm trying to figure out how this doesn't end very badly for everyone.

It doesn't end badly if we succeed.

If we succeed, it won't be the way we planned it.

There you two are.

Ms. Griffin.

- Hi.

- Mr. Haas.

Congratulations to you both.

Thank you for coming, Mr. Speaker.

Well, who could deny the two of you?

Have you seen Felix?

I was told that he was looking for me.

I'm still waiting on this general.

You're gonna have to hold him.

Bourbon, old-fashioned.

Uh, well, sir, uh, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind explaining to us something I've always wanted to know about policy.

Ah, there's Felix right there.

Best to you both.

Someone, we need a play now.

Ah, good women and men of Washington...

Not the play I wanted.

I'd like to propose a toast...

Not to Clay and Maxine.

Th-They get enough attention as it is.

Um, to the brave patriots that have made this country great, like George Washington, you know, a guy so great, they gave him a city and a state.

Keep stalling.

And Abraham Lincoln, you know, the...

The only Republican nobody's embarrassed of.

Uh, and also...

to Henry Roarke, ladies and gentlemen.

Henry, where are you?

There he is.

Henry Roarke, ladies and gentlemen, a real patriot.

He's gonna protect this country till it hurts.

President at staircase.

- I, uh...

I prepared a song...

- Just a little bit longer.

For Mr.

Roarke, so bear with me.

Um...

♪ This white man ♪

♪ Old fascist ♪

♪ He wants Muslims on a list ♪

♪ With a knick-knack paddywhack ♪

♪ Send 'em all back ♪

♪ Next, he'll come for the Jews ♪ Excuse me.

Madam President.

I didn't get to pass on my congratulations on your son's engagement.

Well, let's do that...

In private.

There's nothing to discuss, Ms. Wyatt.

Your company is public.

I have every right to scoop up all the shares the market will sell me.

Oh, I didn't mean my company.

I meant the conspiracy you're engaged in against the United States.

You know, sometimes in life, people think they know more than they actually do.

Well, I have a track record with these things, like the att*ck on the summit in September.

I knew who was really behind it months before it happened.

Likely story.

I have a white paper that proves it.

I will make sure that report never includes your name if you talk to me.

So, you're letting me do all the talking.

Why?

Would you like to ask me a question?

Or would you like to deport me?

Or maybe you would like to parade me around the party so you can show everyone that you're not r*cist because you have a friend who looks like me.

You are nicer than last time.

I wasn't drinking last time, was I?

I'm glad.

I thought that Sharia law didn't let you drink or wear that dress...

or talk to men.

I'm not religious.

My sister is.

And you can't possibly be that ignorant.

But, of course, you only believe the lies that your fascist boss feeds you.

You know, the FBI gets briefing memos about people we come into contact with...

background.

- So?

- Your sister d*ed in the Madrid train att*ck, and an act of v*olence like that can turn someone from thoughtful into vengeful.

I know it from my own life.

We've already had this conversation.

Here I thought I was gonna find someone to take home tonight.

Instead, I'm being accused of being an enemy of the state.

It's not an accusation.

It's just a conversation.

- We're friends.

- Ah.

It was nice meeting you.

Like I said...

friends.

And now we can actually talk.

We get briefing memos, too...

Crimes against this country, threats to our security, people in custody who look like the right person, but don't match fingerprints on file.

Can I have another one?

I think this conversation is over.

I think you'll regret that.

I need to find Roarke.

We have a problem.

Theo's looking for Roarke.

Clay.

Felix is looking for Roarke, too.

Okay.

Wait here.

- What are you...

- Just trust me.

Felix!

So, you're being summoned to the bar by my future husband, something about a girl you have to meet or a drink you have to make.

Thank you for rescuing Shelby.

Nice spec.

It's almost as good as what Greypool's got.

We're clear now.

I believe you.

I also believe you know about some of my friends' extracurricular activities.

So what?

Am I supposed to be scared?

Look, my team thinks that they can b*at you, turn you against each other.

But I know better.

You're all five steps ahead, and no matter what we try, we'll lose.

I just want to make sure that everybody survives in the process, so I want to help you.

But first I need assurances that you'll keep my friends safe in exchange.

I already have a hundred grunts like you ready to pull the trigger, no questions asked.

Has to be some way I can earn your trust.

You won't like it.

So, my target hasn't shown.

Can I start seriously drinking yet?

At least you didn't strike out.

It happens.

And here's your chance to do it.

- Owen Hall.

- Maxwell Fletcher.

We've never met, but Dean Donovan at the SFS sings your praises.

If you don't mind, I'd like to borrow Ms.

Parrish for a dance.

I'm not his to lend.

I know you've been waiting for me.

Chatham House Rule.

What's said in this room stays in this room.

Oh.

Are we negotiating?

Hopefully.

Well, how is this anything but a surrender?

My people are winning.

Well, that's not what my people say.

I'll see you at the finish line.

Henry, America's had statesmen who couldn't put aside their differences.

Their arrogance watered battlefields with the blood of an entire generation.

Let's be better than those men.

Let's not start another Civil w*r.

Some differences are too great to be set aside, Madam President.

Mm.

The vice presidency...

It's yours.

Too late for that.

Even if it comes with my resignation?

To be kept in your safe, postdated several months, enough time for you to secure your confirmation.

- Why now?

- Because I want to see if you'll take it, if you actually want this country to survive, or if you're just looking to burn it all down.

Broad-spectrum frequency jammer.

All your people can hear over your comms is white noise.

All your mics can pick up is static.

Well, I guess we're free to talk, then.

Change is coming, Alex.

Once every few generations, the world is truly transformed.

The new guard takes office, and the old guard swings from the gallows.

Our generation will not be spared that change.

But we need the right people there to guide the rebirth...

people like me and you.

Assuming I want to betray my country, which I don't, what makes me the right woman for this job?

Your people are titans, influencers, industrialists.

They're not heroes.

You're a hero.

You're a leader.

The public will believe you.

The public will turn to you when the time is right.

Think it over.

When you find your senses, pick up your phone and say so.

Who do I call?

Anyone.

We'll be listening.

Thanks for the dance.

The bunker where we operate is two levels underground, EMP-shielded, blast-protected, self-contained air and water system, able to withstand a nuclear blast.

I'll get you the blueprints.

You trust me now?

- Getting there.

- Good.

I wouldn't want to wind up on the wrong end of a car b*mb.

We're just glad you didn't get in that car with her.

It's, uh, pretty long lengths to go to silence a reporter in this day and age, don't you think?

Could have just...

I don't know...

Slit her wrists like you did with León Velez.

Is apologizing for every one of your friends and lovers I've had k*lled part of this negotiation?

Only the last part.

You're on tape confessing to two murders.

So, what do you want to do about that?

- This conversation is over.

- No.

No, this conversation is just getting started, unless you want to spend the rest of your life in prison.

What do you want?

Your full and total cooperation and every bit of dirt we need on your friends.

And what do I get?

A watertight immunity agreement...

if you sign right now.

If you give me some time, I can bring you two more.

So, this is what our friendship is now?

You sneaking around my house, trying to break into my e-mail?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Keep it up, you're gonna get a lot of good people hurt.

Right now, all I'm doing is what I have to do to survive.

And all these people with you and the wrong woman in jail...

and using your own fiancée, the only person in this entire place who's truly good?

I can't believe you're on their side.

You have no idea what side I'm on.

I've offered you the vice presidency, my resignation.

What more could you want?

You think this is just about the presidency?

If I wanted that, I could have it far easier than all this.

So, no, I don't want your resignation.

And I'm not interested in talking terms.

I need you exactly where you are, and I need to be exactly where I am.

But don't worry.

It's almost over.

Uh.

Sorry to interrupt your meeting with, um, Mr.

Burns, Mom, but I was told to give you this.

Henry, I think we're done.

W...

I thought I made it quite clear I'm not interested in your resignation.

It's not mine.

It's yours.

So, what was this all about?

A distraction to keep you away from your comrades while we turned one of them against you.

The job is done now, so you're free to go.

The President thanks you for your service.

Oh.

What can I do at our rehearsal dinner?

Can I thwart an assassination attempt?

Can I stop World w*r III with our vows?

What?

Marry me right now.

I know like 10 judges.

I'll wake one up.

Come on.

No, I'm serious.

It's not the alcohol.

I...

Let's just be married, enjoy being married.

I mean, we can have a wedding for everyone else, but let's elope for us.

We can't do that.

I mean, I'll...

I'll talk to my mom...

No.

I love you.

And I want to be married to you.

And I could do without the wedding and the weird, I don't know, "my dad gives me away wearing a white dress conveying a virginhood I clearly don't have." But you don't want to elope because it's romantic.

You just want to put a wall between you and whatever's pulling you away from me.

Hey, nothing's pulling me away.

Oh, your secret job?

This Third World w*r?

The people you work with?

I want to marry you because I'm the best thing that will ever happen to you and you know it...

Not because you're afraid.

Don't marry me out of fear.

All right, good news, folks.

Alice Winter is willing to bring us Christian Kelly and Warren Shepherd.

They've agreed to meet tonight.

All three will testify against the other Collaborators in exchange for protection and immunity.

That's enough evidence and testimony to bring everybody else on this board down.

But, Ryan, what if it's a trap?

Alice knows that she's caught.

If the other Collaborators react like her, they'll want a deal.

They want freedom.

They'll protect their power and their money.

We have them against the ropes.

My mom challenged Henry Roarke, and he backed down.

So I-I agree with Ryan.

You guys wanted to find a weak point.

You just found it.

I feel like I'm going crazy here.

You all feel this is the right way forward?

They're playing us.

Alex, yes, they're smart, but that also means they know when to give up.

Maybe they regroup and try again, but we'll have averted disaster.

We have to try.

Ryan could be walking into a trap and get k*lled just like his asset.

We could all be walking into a trap.

You're asking us to trust people that are responsible for a massive conspiracy.

No, Alex.

I'm trying to bring this to a peaceful end.

I'm trying to protect everybody else here so that we don't end up like...

Look, we tried Owen's way of turning them through confrontation, planting seeds of doubt, and then offering a lifeline.

It didn't work.

So I deceived my target.

I pretended I was weak and willing to betray my team, and that shadow game worked.

So accept it, and let's move on.

This is not your call, Ryan.

No.

It's mine.

I've already cleared it with Keyes.

This is what we're doing.

We'll meet back here in the morning, and Ryan will brief us on what happened.

Shelby, a word?

You okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

You just don't ask to speak to me alone very often or ever.

I love Maxine.

Okay.

Non sequitur.

Yeah, she's...

she's great.

Don't.

Okay?

Okay.

She's not great.

She's perfect.

She's exactly who I need to spend the rest of my life with.

She is a good person.

She...

Yeah.

Yeah.

I get it.

When my mother told me that I would be working with you, I was terrified.

You were Shelby Wyatt, the Siren who sang my brother and father against the rocks.

You know, I am pretty tired of hearing that everything that happened was my fault.

And it wasn't.

I know that now because I am in the exact same place that they were.

And I know now that they made a choice to jump and you were there to catch them.

So...

I need you to make me a promise...

That you're not gonna catch me, no matter what happens, that when I get in a stupid fight with Maxine in a month or a year or 10 years...

you're not gonna pick up the phone and comfort me or meet me for a drink if I ask, that you're not gonna be kind to me in any way 'cause I'm pretty sure, if you're any kinder to me...

Can I quit?

No.

Because we're adults?

Yep.

What can I do?

Make me hate you again.

Help yourself.

You have the good stuff.

It's not that good.

Why didn't you stand up for me, Owen?

I know you don't think Ryan's plan's the way forward.

I don't, but I couldn't fight the tide because my strategy wasn't the way forward, either.

So, what?

That's it?

We're out of options?

There's, um...

There's still a way we can win, but it's a big risk.

We turn an asset.

But we've already tried that.

Not one of them.

One of us.

Do you still trust me?

There's no one I trust more.

Alice?

Alice, you here?

Hey!

Hey, hey, relax!

I'm with The Washington Post!

Hey!

What the hell are you doing here?!

I'm running down a tip that the CIA is operating on domestic soil.

Are you Ryan Booth?

I was told I could find you here...

- Turn that thing off.

- That you were undercover.

Turn it off!

What's going on, J.F.

Clay Jr.?

Don't you sleep?

Something's coming.

I'm trying to figure out what.

Wh-What are you doing up?

It's not even 6:00.

I'm just getting us some juice.

Oh, my God.

We didn't know that you were here.

I knew.

I just didn't care.

That's fine.

I... just got a...

troubling phone call from Felix Cordova.

I'm calling a meeting to the bunker ASAP.

I should probably put a shirt on for that.

Hey, I'm sorry you had to see that.

No.

I should be sorry for what I said last night.

No.

Don't be.

After we spoke, I realized all this time around you, I thought that I had feelings for you.

But the person I really care about...

Was my brother.

Yeah, I was...

I was just projecting.

It wasn't right of me, and I didn't mean for you to find out like this.

No.

It's better I did.

See you at the bunker.

Well that worked.

It did.

Well, we should get dressed, head to the bunker.

Actually, I think it's time that I head back to school.

I'm pretty sure I've done enough damage to keep Thanksgiving interesting, you know, maybe even Christmas.

And, besides, if I stay, then we both have to keep this whole charade going, and, uh...

You did the right thing.

So, um...

till next time?

Okay.

It's gone, all of it.

Someone erased everything we have, all our research on the Collaborators, all our dossiers.

They wiped every hard drive.

You have any idea what the hell happened down here?

Felix called me and said the Collaborators are coming for us.

Now we're party to an inside job?

And you think that I had something to do with it?

Let me tell you something.

Alice played me.

She sent a reporter from The Washington Post instead.

Where are Alex and Owen?

Turn on the news...

Now!

news coming out of Washington that President Claire Haas has been operating an off-book, black-ops intelligence team on American soil, violating the 1878 Posse Comitatus Act.

Drafts for impeachment are already circulating Congress as questions grow about what this unregulated team has been used for or whether or not their intelligence actions were used - against American citizens.

- What the hell are you doing here?!

That would be a violation of the CIA's mission.

Highly placed sources on the Hill already are confirming that violation.

Congressional intelligence committees are asking to be debriefed by CIA operate Ryan Booth...

seen here in the midst of what many believe is an operation on American soil.

The Attorney General has also issued a subpoena for testimony from FBI agent Shelby Wyatt about her ties to President Haas and an alleged cover-up regarding a 2016 report dealing with the G20...

What the hell do we do now?

There's nothing we can do.

My mother is gonna be impeached.

We're all gonna be exposed.

This operation is over.

We've lost.

I'm not usually one to cop to being afraid.

I'm scared, too.

The last time I handled an asset, it...

it didn't end well.

This time, it will.

Be careful.

In case I don't come back, I...

You will.

You will.

I don't even remember what I was gonna say.

Glad you called.

Rest assured, you're making the right choice here.

Your people would succeed with or without me.

I want to be on the winning side of history.

Good.

Your skills are wasted trying to fight us.

I know.

And after everything that they've done to me, I will discover no allegiance.

Here.

This is everything President Haas' task force has on your team.

They won't be a problem for us.

Listen, there's, uh, some people I would like to introduce you to.

Do you have the time?

Of course.

All yours.