The Night Agent

About a month ago, our office received a bunch of suspicious activity reports.

What was in the reports?

Multiple large money transfers from several American companies

to a crypto wallet.

It was strange.

Jay batra was a suspect in a murder investigation,

and I was sent to track him down.

- You don't know where he is, do you? - Please, you can help me.

Heroes in healing?

They're, a nonprofit for injured vets,

which seemed legit until I started flagging their activity.

Heroes in healing donates millions

to senator George Lansing's super pac each year.

The senator was lying to Mike about it.

- But why? - Let's ask him.

What's your poison?

- Who are you? - The president sent me.

I'm your new partner.

Chelsea arrington, I don't wanna go another day without you by my side.

Woo-hoo!

- Did you see the Butler come by this way? - No, ma'am.

Mrs. Hagan?

He's got a gun!

There's no gun on the guy.

- What? - He's unarmed.

Theo, come on, give me something.

Okay, what about, "I used to be a snack,

but now I'm a happy meal 'cause I come with toys and kids"?

Women don't wanna be thought of as snacks.

- Right. - And I'm still a snack, Theo.

Right, right.

"Motherhood is like a fairy tale in reverse."

"You start in a beautiful gown and finish cleaning up everyone's messes."

- No. - You sure?

Is that a good joke?

- No, ma'am, that's not a good joke. - See?

No. You're right, I'm sorry.

I… I don't know what mothers want to hear,

other than "I got into Harvard."

Theo, focus.

Ma'am. It's time.

Great.

These women are gonna eat me alive.

Just tell 'em the truth.

Go on.

Tell them about the bad morning you've had.

Your youngest has the croup, you've got a run in your stocking,

and your speechwriter can't come up with a decent joke.

- I've got a run in my stocking? - You do if you make one right now.

I say this with all due respect, that is a terrible idea.

Give me your pen.

- I've got a run in my stocking. - You've got a run in your stocking.

- What's your name? - Chelsea, ma'am.

Chelsea, Theo.

Theo, Chelsea.

I'm gonna keep my eye on you.

Please welcome the future first lady of the United States,

Jenny hagan.

Sycamore moving.

- This is never gonna work. - Wanna bet?

Yeah, I wanna bet.

Dinner?

Ladies, I have a confession to make.

I'm going on about three hours of sleep.

My youngest has the croup.

I have a huge run in my stockings.

Which... look, I'm not even… I'm not even…

Okay, appetizers. This isn't me being cheap.

I'm having a morning.

But I'm sure you can all relate.

- You know exactly what I'm going through. - Yeah.

We're mothers.

And even when it's all going to hell, we show up.

Am I right?

- A drink. - Throughout history…

- Will you have a drink with me? - Yes.

…they've had to fight to have the issues they care about…

You should think about getting a plant.

No small talk.

No, it's not small talk. It's… it's a practical suggestion.

I've seen afghani prisons nicer than this place. Get a fern.

Who you callin'?

I'm not waiting around all night for mosley to call me back.

So you're gonna give them your code, and we'll see if you're legit.

Right.

The code.

Yes, go ahead.

Night action.

Code, please.

Candle, axe, pin…

Brook.

Harvestman?

That's me. Can you patch me through to deputy director mosley, please?

It's important.

Hold, please.

- Director mosley, you're on. - Hello.

Hey, it's Peter.

My new partner is in my kitchen. He says hagan sent him.

Do you know about this?

No, I do not.

Harvestman came on to night action recently,

but I was not informed that pot us assigned him to you.

He's in your kitchen?

Yeah, he broke in.

Hagan's taken an interest in this case

to the point where he's ignoring protocol.

Not good.

So this guy's either a… a babysitter or a spy?

- What do you want me to do with him? - Read him in.

But proceed with caution. We'll talk later.

I'm hungry. You hungry?

The broker probably wanted Jay because of his theory

that the lfs funded the terrorist attack was spot-on.

The problem is the finances are a maze,

and the broker's protected behind shell companies.

And you think this… this Jay kid is… is still alive?

- Excuse me. - I hope so.

Yeah. Could... I forgot to order a side of sausage.

And can I get some of those jelly things, please?

- Sure you don't want anything? - Not hungry.

You must never be hungry. You've got no fucking food in the house.

So…

You don't eat, you got terrible taste in decor.

What else?

Wait. No, I know.

You lost two colleagues 'cause of this… this broker guy.

I read your file. You've been in it, my friend. Quite a year.

- When do I get to read your file? - That's not up to me.

- Where were you before this? - I was with the agency a while back.

And then…

This and that.

That really clears things up. Thanks, man.

I'm assuming that's a…

Service-related thing?

So how can I help?

Now who doesn't wanna talk?

Touché.

It's a list of suspicious activity reports that came from one bank, walcott capital.

We've been trying to trace who's behind the shell companies.

- "We"? - I.

You wanna help me?

See if you can find any connections or similarities between the companies.

All right. I'll run it through the aleph database. Start there.

What you gonna do?

I'm working an asset,

but it's a delicate solo type of thing.

All right, you don't trust me. That's okay.

We'll start slow.

All right, guys.

Arrington, come with me.

The intruder's name was Brian mott.

No history of instability.

Employed at the white house as a Butler for over seven years.

Yeah, I knew him by sight.

Wife? Kids?

Yes. To both.

Now, I've got the basics.

He parked the sandwich cart,

and you noticed that he'd been in there for some time?

Eight minutes.

Flotus thought he was armed, but there was no indication of a weapon.

No.

But there was a physical altercation. Verbal threats.

Yes, sir.

Anything else?

- No. - We'll do an official debrief tomorrow.

You'll need a psych eval to get cleared to return.

Potus wants you back as soon as you're up to it.

- You solid? - Yes, sir.

Go home.

Here, let me get that.

You need anything? Like herbal tea?

- Do we even have herbal tea? - No, thanks.

Do you wanna watch something dumb? Take your mind off things?

What do you think happened in those eight minutes?

The intruder was in there for eight minutes.

Why didn't flotus sound the alarm sooner?

She was probably trying to talk him down, stay calm.

She didn't press the panic button until she was aware

I was on the other side of the door.

Well, she was probably too scared to do anything before then.

She felt threatened.

What is it?

I don't know.

Just a stable man by all accounts, with a wife and children,

a long-time employee of the white house,

suddenly just snaps and attacks the first lady?

It… it doesn't make any sense.

You can't dissect the psyche of someone you don't know.

Most people don't make sense all the time.

I think you have been through something harrowing,

and maybe you're looking for meaning where there is none.

Hey.

You saved her life.

You're a hero.

And I love you.

Senator Lansing's office has been dodging me.

First, he has no available times,

and now he's out of town at some undisclosed location.

He must know something. Otherwise, why lie to Mike?