The Night Agent

Have you ever heard of Night Action? You shouldn't have.

Night Action is a top-secret investigative program within the FBI.

The operatives who conduct those investigations

are known simply as night agents.

So you want me to be a night agent?

I want you to answer the phone for them.

You put your time in in that hellhole of a room,

manning a phone that never rings, and better things will come your way.

Someone is outside.

Call this number, say "Night Action."

- -

- Uh, yes, go ahead. - Night Action.

- Code, please. - Pen. Clock. Door. Fire.

It's gonna be all right. I answer the phone for night agents in distress.

By agents, you mean spies?

My orders are to protect you with my life, and I will do that.

Rose!

Do you remember the first time when I called Night Action?

You told me to fight like hell.

And that's what I need you to do.

They're preparing another attack.

We know you're planning on killing the president at Camp David.

- It's rigged to blow on liftoff! - Drop it!

- No! - Kill the engines!

Stay down! Stay down!

Peter!

You've been wasting away in the basement.

How would you like to be a night agent?

- I think I wanna go back to California. - With your company?

New name, new start. Learn from my mistakes.

Call me when you get there.

I don't know when it'll be, but I promise I'm gonna call you.

I look forward to hearing about that.

Or you can take it as an aggression upon... You know what I'm saying?

I can't believe you're making this, like, make sense, man.

I'm just trying to, like...

- Right, rationalize. - Yeah, I'm like that. I say dumb stuff.

I know, I've noticed.

- You ready? - Yeah.

Okay.

No, we gotta get back on what we were talking about.

Absolutely not.

- This one very good. - You never finished your story.

- Oh right, about the bet. - Yeah.

So, what this guy didn't know was that back in the day,

I was Wichita City Bowling Champion, 12-and-under division.

Oh, impressive.

Mm-hmm. So the sucker took the bet.

But what I didn't know

was that he was Tennessee State Bowling Champ, adult division.

- So, I took the bet. - And you turned out to be the sucker.

Oh, a royal one.

But that's how I ended up with a Shrek tattoo on my lower back.

- Wow, classy. - Mm.

What's going on? He spot us?

No, not yet, but he's checking for tails.

- Just keep up the honeymooners act. - Okay.

Your collar is all frayed.

Someone really needs to take you shopping.

- You dress like you're single. - I am single.

Well, that shirt is a good way to perpetually stay that way.

- Tell me a joke. - A joke?

For his benefit. Tell me a joke. Make me laugh.

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

I got... I got nothing. I'm sorry.

- He's moving. - Okay, let's give him a little space.

We don't wanna spook him before we know what he's up to.

He's not acting like someone who's just out for a stroll.

He's acting like someone who trained at The Farm.

- Think he's our guy? - He's acting like our guy.

If he really is the leaker...

He could be getting ready to pass some more intel.

There's only one way to find out.

He's about to meet someone.

- How can you be sure? - Men always have tells. Even you.

What's my tell?

They exchange anything?

I don't know. Couldn't see a handoff.

You recognize him?

- No. - Yeah, shit, I don't either.

Okay, go. Comms on.

I'm gonna take the new guy, you take Warren.

- Be careful. - You be careful.

Remember the training, remember the mission.

Yes, ma'am.

Still with the "ma'ams."

- Smile. - Better than the postcard.

- Do you still have him? - Yeah.

Anything?

Hold.

He just made a drop.

Okay, I'll ditch this guy, and I'll come meet you.

Where are you?

One second.

- Somebody just picked it up. - Who?

I don't know. I've never seen him before.

- Looked like a thumb drive. - Okay, don't lose him.

Peter, what's going on?

I'm still following the new guy with the thumb drive.

Where are you?

Sathorn Road.

That place we had lunch that one time with the bad oysters.

I'm on my way.

- -

- Peter? - Alice!

Alice, I'm made!

Shit, me too.

- -

- Peter! - They're still on me!

I'm calling for an extraction.

Go ahead.

- Night Action. - Code, please.

Lake. Soap. Cat. Page.

Peter, you there?

Hold.

Okay, I'm here.

What the fuck?

- How did we get burned? - I don't know.

You okay?

Yeah. Night Action has an extraction point for us.

- Where? - They're sending a helicopter.

Rama VIII Park. You know where that is?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Then get there.

- - Alice!

- -

Yes, sir.

Hold, please.

- Go ahead. - Night Action.

Code, please.

Snake. Cloud. Knife. Pillow.

This is Copperhead?

Hummingbird is dead. They shot her.

I'm in a warehouse near Rama VIII Park.

I got at least three people still following me.

Extraction's five minutes out.

I don't have five minutes. Put me through to Reindeer, now.

Yeah.

Okay, let me talk to him.

- Come on. - Peter, are you there?

They knew where our extraction point was.

I can't hear you.

The fucking extraction point. They were waiting for us.

- Why did you need an extraction? - Somebody tipped them off.

- Okay? They knew. - Knew what?

Everything.

Listen, Catherine, figure out who else knew about this mission but you

because somebody gave us up.

Are you and Alice okay?

Alice is dead.

What?

She's gone.

- - Frag out!

- -

He's headed towards the river.