The Night Agent
Season 3 – Episode 1
Episode title: Call Waiting
Original release date: February 19, 2026
Plot: A year later, Peter is yet to be contacted by Monroe. Flight Pima 12 is shot down over Venezuela, killing 157 Americans on board. Hagan, now President, blames Raul Zapata and his terror group La Fuerza de La Soberanía (LFS) and promises retribution. After busting Pentagon employees selling Columbia-class submarine schematics, Peter tracks Jay Batra, a FinCEN analyst accused of stealing intel and killing his supervisor Ben Wallace, to Istanbul. Peter discovers Batra gave the intel to Financial Register journalist Isabel De Leon. Batra claims Wallace tried to cover up Suspicious Activity Reports (SARs) of transfers from American companies to an LFS crypto wallet, and was killed accidentally in a struggle when he threatened Batra and pulled a gun. Peter notes this implies the recent Pima 12 attack was funded by someone stateside. The two are pursued through the city by armed assailants, who Peter kills. Whilst extracting Batra from Turkey to be questioned by the FBI, Peter is called by Monroe, who says he wants Batra.
Transcript
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[pensive music playing]
You’re a night agent now. Relationships are dangerous.
I suggest no longer having any personal contacts.
You’re here because POTUS pushed you on us, not because you cleared the usual hurdles.
Nobody can know where I am right now.
[Tomás] Lock the family in the fridge.
Prepare the chemist and his assistant for the lab.
The secretary general of the United Nations has something I seek.
Bring me that file, and I’ll give you the location of where Miss Larkin is currently being held.
[Peter] Why send me? I can never resist a two-for-one deal.
High-security intel and a inside man at Night Action?
Your secret’s safe with me, on one condition.
When I call, you answer.
Where is she?
[officer] Show us your hands!
As long as I’m a night agent, people will try to use you.
[Rose] I’m just tired of running, and I just want a normal life.
[Peter] Promise me something. You’re not gonna wait for me to call.
If you hear I’m in trouble, you won’t come look for me.
You forget about me.
[Mosley] You admitted to breaking and entering into the United Nations, stealing sensitive information from the secretary general, and to transferring said information to–
What was the term you used? [Catherine] An intelligence broker.
Let’s not forget who works for whom.
[Catherine] Governor Hagan’s virtually guaranteed the presidency now.
You aided and abetted in the swinging of a presidential election.
This Broker is about to control a sitting president.
The new mission, determine the exact nature of their relationship.
The Broker still believes he owns you.
What happens now? You wait for him to call.
[tense music swelling]
[music fades]
[ominous music playing]
[phone ringing]
[receiver clicking]
[woman] Hello?
Uh, Dr. Shepard, how are you?
No, I’m alone. Why?
Sorry?
No, uh… No, one second. I don’t understand. Um…
Spread where?
But how is that possible?
Dr. Reynolds said–
How many more rounds of treatment are we talking about?
What are the other options?
[sniffling]
Please, there has to be something.
How long?
[floor creaking]
Uh, sorry, just one second. [sniffling]
Um, everything okay, Peter?
Mom just needs a minute, okay? I’ll be right there.
What are you looking for? The Lego man lost his pants.
Oh. Hmm.
[woman sniffling]
Why are you sad?
[somber music playing]
Oh, it’s nothing. [chuckling]
[sniffling]
Mom’s just being a little silly.
[sniffling]
All right, come here. Let’s find those pants. [straining]
Oh!
You found it. [chuckling]
Now he can go on his next adventure. [Legos clattering]
Thanks. [woman chuckling]
How’d your dad and I get so lucky, huh?
[both chuckling]
Will you promise me something?
What?
Promise you’ll always do the right thing… even when it’s hard.
Promise?
I promise.
[somber music swelling]
[suspenseful music playing]
[bell tolling in distance]
[man] Turn around.
You’re late.
Your directions sucked.
[chuckling]
We safe here?
We’ll be fine.
Come on.
[tense music playing]
Victor. Sandrine.
Good to see you. Here, take a seat.
Actually, this will be brief. We the highest bidder?
[music fades]
You are, assuming all the cash you promised is in that backpack.
[ominous music playing]
Your turn.
Congratulations. We almost went with the other bidder.
Anybody I’d know?
Sorry, you can’t fault me for trying to scope out the competition, right?
The password’s 739824.
Schematics and blueprints for the new Columbia-class nuclear sub rolling into production next month.
Great. So we got a deal, then?
The, uh, first of many, hopefully.
I’ll be in touch.
You guys mind if I ask you something? Just out of curiosity?
It seems like you have a nice life, good job, strong marriage, kids.
Why risk all that to sell this to me and my client?
[scoffing] You probably wouldn’t get it.
Try me.
Uh, our line of work, our jobs at the Pentagon… we sacrificed everything for our country for years.
But all the secrecy, the pressure, it took its toll on our family.
It took a lot.
Then, one day, we decided to take some back.
Thanks.
Move in.
[police sirens wailing]
[opening theme music playing]
[plane rattling]
[PA chiming]
[pilot] Some minor turbulence, folks.
Please stay seated and keep your seatbelts on.
[pilot speaking Spanish]
Next time I insist I’ll be fine on a ten-hour flight without an Ativan, please remind me of this moment.
Hey… five hours left, then we’ll be home, we can sleep in.
Mom’s even offered to come over and cook us dinner.
Lovely evening with your mother. Maybe I’ll stay on the plane.
I’m joking. She’s lovely… to you.
[whooshing]
[ominous music playing]
What?
Uh, no, never mind.
[chuckling] It’s probably nothing.
Hey, come here.
[missile whooshing]
[birds chirping]
[indistinct chatter]
[camera shutter clicking]
[woman] Cheese.
[camera shutter clicking]
[woman chuckling]
[Mosley] Peter.
Deputy Director. Sorry to keep you waiting.
It’s fine. DNI wanted an all-hands meeting.
Pima 12? Lot of Americans went down on that plane.
President Hagan wants answers and a target to go after.
Let’s walk.
I have to pick up a necklace I bought for my girlfriend.
Girlfriend?
I didn’t know you, uh– High school sweethearts.
Reconnected on Facebook after our divorces.
Still new.
Where’s Catherine?
Cairo. Setting up a new agent.
Another one?
POTUS initiated five Night Actions last month alone.
I’m training his new recruits as fast as possible to meet demand.
How long’s he planning on keeping this pace up?
Doesn’t show any signs of slowing down.
Says he wants to ensure his intelligence agencies aren’t compromised.
[scoffing] That’s ironic, considering The Broker might be compromising him.
Might be. We still don’t know what we don’t know.
[dramatic music playing]
So Michael, Sandrine, what did we get from them?
They owned up to all of it. It was a clean case. Good work.
How about their kids? Where are they at now?
I believe there’s an aunt.
I’ll confirm.
What about the other bidder?
They give you a name? Is it The Broker?
Chinese national.
Ties to one of Beijing’s biggest defense contractors.
It’s not the outcome you were hoping for.
Yeah. I know.
You headed back to New York?
Depends.
When’s the next mission?
We closed four cases in six months.
When was the last time you went home, Peter?
It’s been a while.
And Rose Larkin?
You two still in touch?
Why?
No.
But…
It’s, uh, safer for her.
The best agents know they need balance. What I need is for him to call.
The more important The Broker thinks I am to Night Action, the more likely he is to reach out and make contact.
It’s been almost a year. This Broker may never call.
He has to.
You can’t keep doing this to yourself, Peter.
You stopped a terrorist attack at the UN. You saved countless lives.
Yeah, but to do that, I had to let him go.
Okay? And now every time there’s a political assassination, there’s an intelligence leak, terrorists shoot a plane out of the sky, I gotta wonder if I’m responsible.
No, you aren’t.
So why does it feel like I am?
Maybe you should take some time, talk to someone about that.
Look, it sounds like you and Catherine need as many agents as you can spare.
Yeah.
So where do you need me?
[suspenseful music playing]
Two nights ago, Capitol Police and then FBI responded to a gunshot at a D.C. apartment belonging to a Jay Batra, a 28-year-old junior analyst at FinCEN.
FBI found reason to believe Batra stole classified FinCEN intelligence.
But not before killing his supervisor, Benjamin Wallace.
We’re not sure yet how important the intel he took is, but we’d like to find out.
Before we even knew to look for him, Jay Batra had fled the country.
POTUS initiated the Night Action this morning.
Where is he now?
[suspenseful music continues]
[car horns honking]
[cat meowing]
[car horn honking]
[Muslim call to prayer over speakers]
[Peter panting]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, uh… merhaba.
You remember me?
Your boss, he, uh… he texted me. The… the owner, he texted me to come here.
Uh…
[both speaking Turkish]
[reporter speaking Turkish]
FOUND THE FLOATING PIMA 12
[in English] Hey, uh, excuse me.
What is she saying?
All dead.
Jenny and me, our hearts break for the families of all who were lost, but especially the 157 Americans on Flight Pima 12.
And to Raúl Zapata and his animals in the LFS who committed this disgusting act of terror, we will not allow the loss of innocent American lives to go unanswered.
My friend. [Peter] Hey, merhaba.
Uh, you… you saw him? [man speaking Turkish]
[in English] He saw.
You saw… you saw this guy?
Evet. Yes. [Peter] When? Today?
Just five minutes before. You saw this guy five minutes ago?
Did he say something? What did… what did he do?
[both speaking Turkish]
[in English] He bought a pide, just like the last couple of times.
What was he, uh… what was he wearing?
[both speaking Turkish]
[in English] Uh, a gray… Like a sweatshirt. And a hat. Red.
Okay, did he… did he say anything?
[both speaking Turkish]
[in English] Station?
Hey, you speak Turkish now.
Yeah. Uh, which station?
Sirkeci.
[speaking Turkish]
Sirkeci. He told him to go through Spice Bazaar.
Thank you. Sağ ol.
[in Turkish] Commission.
[suspenseful music playing]
[indistinct chatter] [car horn honking]
SPICE BAZAAR
[indistinct chatter]
[suspenseful music continues]
[man speaking Turkish indistinctly on PA]
[locker clattering]
[woman in English] Pardon.
You buy or no? No. No, go for it.
You too. Yeah. Sorry.
Sorry.
Shit.
[man speaking Turkish]
[music fades]
[car horn honking]
[indistinct chatter]
[man speaking Turkish over PA]
[tense music playing]
[tense music continues]
[siren wailing in distance]
[indistinct chatter]
[man singing]
[indistinct chatter]
Quick update. Call me back when you can.
Thank you. Can I take it to the room? [bartender] Of course.
Uh, just a pilsner.
What do you think he’s singing about?
Well, if I had to guess, there was a woman who met a man on the road, and they traveled together, and they fell in love.
But the relationship was doomed because they were headed in different directions.
At least, I think that’s what he said before he started singing.
What direction are you headed in tonight?
Come on, that was pretty smooth, right?
Not the worst line I’ve heard, but far from the best though.
What was the best? [woman chuckling]
You want to end up like him? Heartbroken?
Sounds like they were wasting each other’s time, no?
No, I…
I don’t think so.
“Better to have loved and lost,” is that it?
Yeah, something like that.
[woman] Hmm.
That’s experience talking.
Your fault or hers?
It was mine.
Yeah, it was definitely mine, actually. Uh…
My job got in the way. Maybe get a new one.
[Peter chuckling]
Believe me, um, I’ve considered it, but I started a… a new project last year.
And, uh, I just, I… I don’t know, I kind of wanna see it through to the end.
Is that what brings you to Istanbul, work?
You? Same.
What do you do for a living?
Oh, nothing exciting.
Oh, that’s too bad.
Just means we’ll have to find something exciting to do outside business hours.
Are you trying to get your heart broken again?
Depends.
[woman] On?
Who’s doing the breaking.
[woman chuckling]
Ordinarily, when a handsome guy makes me laugh and asks me out, I’m inclined to say yes.
That’s a great impulse. You know, you should follow it.
Yes. But unfortunately, I have plans tonight, and I fly out tomorrow.
My loss.
I’ve seen you before.
I don’t think so. I’d… I’d, uh…
I think I’d remember. [woman] I have, somewhere.
Around the hotel, maybe.
Yeah. Yeah, maybe.
[Peter] Probably.
It was nice meeting you.
Kevin.
Isabel.
Good to meet you.
Have a nice trip, Kevin. You too. Safe travels.
Can I just get one more of these, please?
Of course. [Peter] Thank you.
[bottle sliding]
[song fading]
[patrons applauding]
[woman 2] Bravo!
[cell phone vibrating]
Hello? You try that baklava place yet?
I’m kind of busy, Catherine. Have them deliver. Thank me later.
Hey. Hey!
Be careful.
Yeah. Yeah, I mean, I’m trying to.
[Catherine] Not you. June.
I’m watching her for the afternoon.
My sister got a new job, so I’m trying to help out more.
Tell her I said hey.
Uncle Peter says hi.
Hey, Uncle Peter.
I spoke with FinCEN earlier.
Anything? Not really.
By all accounts, Jay Batra was a great analyst.
Smart, straight arrow.
Never bumped heads with anyone, let alone shoot a superior.
What about his boss? Ben Wallace.
Stellar career at FinCEN. Helped bring down some big fish.
But nothing out of the ordinary.
[Peter] Something’s off.
Batra never had so much as a speeding ticket.
Then what? He kills Wallace and takes off with classified intelligence?
Just doesn’t add up.
If you’d have seen him today… Wait, you saw him?
For a second, yeah, and then he, um… got away from me.
[Catherine] Well, how’d he look? Paranoid, exhausted.
Like he’s barely keeping his head above water.
Any idea what he’s up to in Istanbul?
He made, uh, contact with this reporter, Isabel De Leon.
She writes for The Financial Register.
[Catherine] A reporter?
Strange. Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. It just…
Just doesn’t sound like somebody trying to sell classified intelligence.
Sounds like someone with a story to tell. Still, he killed someone.
So you’re to treat him as armed and deadly until confirmed otherwise.
You got it? Yes, ma’am.
[Catherine] Anything else? Hey, I gotta go, okay?
[Catherine] Okay. You keep me updated. And, Peter, you be careful too, seriously.
Yeah, I’m… I’m trying to.
[car engine revving]
[tense music playing]
[latch clicking]
[suspenseful music playing]
BEŞİKTAŞ JK
GÖZTEPE ROW: G
SEAT: 34
[door lock beeping, clicking]
[door opening]
[suspenseful music swelling]
[door opening]
[tense music playing]
[door creaking]
[suspenseful music playing]
[crowd chattering, cheering indistinctly]
[car horns honking]
[in Turkish] He’s inside.
We need tickets.
[metal detector beeping]
[wand whirring]
[crowd chanting indistinctly]
[chanting intensifies] [crowd cheering]
[inaudible]
[cheering intensifies] [horn blaring]
[in English] Excuse me.
Uh, sorry, that seat is taken.
Yeah, it’s okay. We won’t be here long.
Hey, hey. Listen. Listen.
There are people looking for you. Okay? They’re here in the stadium.
It’s in your best interest to listen to me. You understand?
What do you want?
Open the backpack.
The FinCEN intelligence, did you give it to that reporter?
How long have you been following me?
Answer the question.
Just a copy. I left the originals back at my place.
Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna get you out of here, unharmed.
We’re gonna go to the place you’ve been holed up in.
You’re gonna give me the intelligence.
All of that happens with no issues, I’ll give you five minutes to explain to me why your boss’s dead body was found on your living room floor.
Deal?
[ominous music playing]
[Peter] Shit. What?
Those guys have been following you since the station yesterday.
Wait, you were at the train station? Now stand up.
Do exactly what I tell you to do, and we’ll get out of here safely.
Now give me your phone.
Hat low, eyes low, stay close.
[whistle blowing]
Let’s go.
[man in Turkish] He isn’t here.
He left the phone behind.
Yeah, I think he’s telling the truth.
I’m looking at them now.
They’re incomplete, but there’s definitely something here.
[gasping] I need to call you back.
Run, Jay! Go! [Jay grunting]
[Isabel] Help!
Help! He stole my wallet!
Help!
Police!
[device beeping]
[man grunting]
[Isabel] Help!
[in Turkish] He’s headed for the main exit.
[intense suspenseful music playing]
[Jay in English] No!
[Peter] Jay!
I’m trying to help you.
[Jay straining] [Peter grunting]
[door opening]
[crowd roaring]
[Jay] Help–
You run, I shoot. You scream, I shoot.
Okay?
[in Turkish] I have him. Meet at the car.
[Peter panting]
[tense music playing]
[car alarm chirping]
[man in English] Get in.
[handle clattering]
Hey, don’t touch that.
[man grunting]
[car alarm chirping]
Hey, Jay, we gotta go.
[man groaning, grunting]
Actually, stay in the car.
[car door opening]
[car engine starting] [Jay] Go!
[car engine revving]
Buckle up.
No shit!
Who are those guys? I was hoping you could tell me.
Who are you?
[intense music playing]
[tires screeching]
[Jay grunting]
Get down! [gunshots]
Where’d they go?
[tires screeching]
Oh shit!
[guns firing]
We’re gonna crash! We’re gonna crash!
[car horn honking]
[tires screeching]
[man grunting]
[tires screeching]
[gun firing]
Check the glove box.
[gun firing] Any weapons?
Uh, nothing. What about the back?
Toys and shit. Wait, there’s something.
Please tell me it’s a gun. First aid kit.
What’s inside? Uh, bandages, gauze, rubbing alcohol.
Here, pour the alcohol into this.
[gun firing]
[Jay] Dude, you’re making me spill.
Now what? Stuff the gauze inside.
Am I making a Molotov cocktail? Not quick enough.
Okay.
Light it.
You ready? Yeah.
Now!
[car horn honking]
[man yelling indistinctly]
[tires screeching]
[bullet ricochets] [gun firing]
[Jay yelling]
[man grunting]
[tires screeching]
[Jay panting]
I’m Peter.
Jay.
Yeah. I know.
[tense music playing]
[car engine revving]
[brakes squealing]
Stay in the car.
[cat meowing]
[dogs barking in distance]
[phone ringing]
Go ahead.
[Peter] Night Action.
Code, please.
Leaf, tower, ice, blade.
Copperhead? I’m on the western edge of Istanbul.
I need an extraction back stateside for two people, ASAP.
Please hold.
[Jay retching]
[coughing]
It’s just your adrenaline, Jay. It’ll pass.
Is this normal for you? Stay close.
[agent] Soonest I can get you out is tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow, no. I said I need it ASAP.
Please. There’s gotta be something you can do.
Our assets are spread thin.
We’ve only got one contractor in the area currently, and they’re helping another agent.
I’m sorry. This is the best I can do right now.
[Peter] I booked a place for us. About a half-mile up from here.
[Jay] You sure they won’t find us? As long as you don’t have your phone.
[Jay] How’d they figure out my number?
I was using a burner. I was careful.
Did you call anybody while you were here?
My cousin, once.
She lives in the city. She helped me find a place to crash before I got in.
That was probably it. Let’s go.
Wait, you don’t think they’re monitoring her phone, right?
I gotta warn her.
[sighing] I can’t let you do that, Jay. No, she has kids.
I’ll have somebody from my organization give her a call from an untraceable line.
Your organization? What are you, FBI? CIA?
Postal inspector?
We’re the people they call when agencies like FinCEN need to be investigated.
I’m trying to figure out what happened between you and your supervisor.
Now wait.
[dog barking in distance]
[Jay sighing]
About a month ago, our office received a bunch of suspicious activity reports. SARs.
Transfers flagged by banks, transactions between accounts they think might be fraudulent.
What was in the reports?
Multiple large money transfers from several American companies to a crypto wallet. It was strange.
I told Wallace we should investigate further.
He told me to drop it.
He say why? Didn’t have to.
Treasury receives about four million SARs a year.
You gotta pick your battles, and he’s the one that gets to pick.
So five days ago, what happened?
He calls me, says he wants to go over the SARS again, then he comes over and starts grilling me like, did I tell anyone about them?
Did I keep digging after he told me to stop?
Then he destroys the hard drive with the SARs on it, so I try to stop him, and he pulls a gun.
Says he’s sorry that they made him do it.
“They”?
It made no sense.
[sighing] I tried to talk him down, get close enough to grab the gun. It just…
It went off.
Okay.
So why didn’t you tell anybody else at FinCEN?
Why not call the FBI? Why’d you run?
‘Cause Wallace recruited me to Treasury four years ago.
I’ve been to his house. I’ve had dinner with his wife and kids.
I would’ve trusted him with my life until he pulled that gun on me.
I was scared, I couldn’t think straight, didn’t know who else was coming after me.
[sighing] Maybe it was stupid, but– [Peter] It wasn’t stupid.
Whoever’s involved in these SARs, they’re just gonna keep coming.
So let’s find what’s left of the originals, then maybe…
What?
[Jay sighing]
I lied back at the stadium. I don’t actually have the originals.
Whatever copies I did have, I gave to Isabel.
I mean, I had photos on my phone, but… Yeah.
I thought going public with the documents would make me safer.
So I sent tips out to multiple journalists, and Isabel’s the only one who followed up.
She’s even trying to get me asylum at some consulate here.
What are you offering?
How about not dragging your ass back home to a federal supermax?
Okay, great.
Listen, when we get back to the U.S., we’ll try to find the missing SARs.
If there’s something in there, we’ll help figure it out.
You and your organization that can’t even get us out of here before tomorrow?
I think I’m better off taking my chances with the Vietnamese or Cambodians.
Too bad I’m not giving you that option.
Now come on, let’s go.
[dramatic music playing]
[keys jangling]
[lock clicking]
[keys jangling]
[light switch clicking]
[Peter] The, uh… the extraction point’s two miles away.
Okay?
[music fades]
[light switch clicking]
[dog barking in distance]
Settle in. Try to stay away from the windows.
I’m gonna make a call.
[Jay sighing]
[Catherine] So on top of killing a federal agent, you have him confessing to leaking intelligence to the press.
He’s scared, Catherine.
He’s desperate. He made a mistake. Okay?
But you don’t have to take my word for it.
Just debrief him when we land. Hear it for yourself.
Assuming Mosley agrees, and I buy what Jay is selling, we could reach out to the journalist, see if she hands the SARs over.
Or maybe the bank that filed them has copies.
But if we can’t find anything that corroborates his story, we’re handing him over.
Understood?
[tense music playing]
Yeah, understood.
[dog barking in distance]
[Jay] Who was that you were calling earlier?
[exhaling] I thought you were asleep, man.
I haven’t slept since I ran.
That was my boss.
And?
She said she’d hear you out.
That we’ll try to help you find the missing SARs… and give you a chance to prove your innocence.
And if I can’t?
I keep seeing him.
Wallace.
I didn’t mean to… kill him.
Look at me.
If it happened the way you said it did, then it was self-defense.
It means he was covering something up, okay?
Still, how can I know I did the right thing?
You can’t.
Not always, at least.
What if it’s not just Wallace?
What if it’s others? What if it’s all of FinCEN?
[dramatic music playing]
How do I prove I’m innocent if the whole institution’s rotten?
Jay, even if that’s the case, we’ll figure it out. Okay?
I promise.
Believe it or not, uh, I’ve been where you are.
You fled the country with confidential Treasury documents after killing your boss?
Not exactly where you are… but same zip code.
How’d you get through it?
[sighing] I… had a partner.
Somebody that believed me.
That believed in me.
Sometimes that’s enough.
You believe me?
[motorcycle engine revving]
[dog barking in distance]
How the hell did they find us?
[Jay] Oh shit.
Did you call your cousin?
To warn her. I was on the phone for 30 seconds.
Didn’t think they could track it that quickly.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Jay grunting]
[Peter grunting]
[in Turkish] This way!
[music intensifies]
[Peter in English] Here, go!
Down the steps.
Hey, try and find an exit, okay?
Wait, what about you? Go, now. I’ll be fine.
[Jay sighing]
[in Turkish] Spread out.
[crunching]
[tense music playing]
[man grunting, yelling]
[body thudding]
[in Turkish] What was that?
Pasha?
[groaning]
[moaning]
What? Behind…
[both grunting]
[gun firing]
[gun firing]
[both straining]
[man 2 grunting]
[gun firing]
[both grunting]
[Jay grunting]
[Jay screaming]
[Jay exclaiming] [in English] Hey, Jay. Hey, you good?
Look at me. Look at me.
Hey, you good?
Did you find an exit? Yeah.
Yeah. Show me.
Yeah. Let’s go.
[music fades]
[sirens wailing in distance]
[Peter] Come on, let’s go.
Hey, Jay? Buddy, we cannot be here right now. We gotta go.
What am I going back to?
What?
I don’t know if I can prove I didn’t do anything wrong.
[Peter panting]
Now, I can’t force you to come with me.
Okay, I probably could, but I’m not gonna do that to you.
I’m not.
[tires screeching]
[sirens wailing]
Now, you can stay here and you can take your chances with the Vietnamese consulate, or whatever you wanna do. That’s your choice.
But I promise you that if you come with me, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, to find the truth, and to give you your life back.
[officers yelling indistinctly]
[indistinct radio chatter]
Jay?
Hey, look at me.
[dramatic music playing]
I believe you.
And sometimes, the right thing isn’t easy.
Let’s go.
[car horns honking]
Last piece is yours.
You sure? Yeah.
Saving up for the welcome buffet.
I’m assuming you guys do that, right?
All the time.
This is our ride.
Wait, one sec.
While it’s just the two of us, there’s something I haven’t told you.
What?
The SARs, I said they involved several American companies transferring money to a crypto wallet.
What I didn’t tell you is that wallet is suspected to belong to a terrorist group.
What?
Three weeks ago, I sent Wallace a memo trying to warn him that I believed this group was a threat to American interests and we should share this intel with the FBI.
Shut me down.
Told me I was grasping at straws.
What, you think this terrorist group is planning something?
No, I think they already pulled it off.
What are you talking about?
[tense music playing]
[sighing] I’m pretty sure that wallet belongs to Raúl Zapata and the LFS.
Jay, are you saying you predicted the attack on Pima 12?
Not the specifics, but…
And if what I suspect is true, that would mean that–
Someone stateside funded the attack.
Who?
I don’t know.
We’ll figure it out together, right?
Yeah.
Thank you. Yeah, let’s go.
[cell phone vibrating]
It’s not me.
[ominous music playing]
Peter, you okay?
[cell phone vibrating]
Yeah, you go on ahead. I’ll catch up. I gotta take this.
[helicopter engine whirring]
Hello?
[Monroe] Peter!
I see you kept the phone.
Well, I’m glad you remembered our deal.
A real man of your word.
So, what’s it been?
Ten?
Eleven months?
What do you want?
[Monroe] Straight to business. I can respect that.
I’m calling, Peter, because it appears that you have something I want.
Or rather… someone.
[ominous music swelling]
[music fades]
[ending theme music playing]
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