The Amateur

Babe, are you out here?

Yeah.

Thought you might be.

I have to go soon.

Okay. Okay, I'm comin'.

Come say goodbye to me.

- Coffee? - Good call.

Would you make one while I finish packing?

Of course.

Car should be here in a minute.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, my God.

West bound is experiencing heavy traffic...

starting from the 610

Garret road exit and stretching...

What am I gonna do without your coffee for five days?

- They have coffee in London. - Do they?

You sound really sure for somebody who's never been.

Five days? I thought you said four.

Yeah. Four days there, and then I'm back on the overnight.

Oh, right.

You can still come, you know.

I can't.

I mean, there's somethin' I'm tr yin' to untangle at work.

Oh, come on.

Just this once. Take a risk.

Next time. I promise.

Mm-hm.

This is a list of things that need to be watered.

Thursday morning, don't forget to leave your key

- for Mike and his son for the boiler. - Right.

Mm.

Uh, those should last until I get home.

Remind you of me.

Don't need reminding.

No?

Are you sure you're gonna be okay?

I'll be fine.

Come on.

Love you.

- Bye. - Bye.

Bye.

- Bye! - Ooh.

Good to see you, brother. Yeah. Yeah.

- Uh, oh! What's going on, Chuck? - Hey.

Hey, you, uh-- you just back from somewhere?

Across the pond, man. Everywhere and nowhere. You know how it is.

Yeah. You just buzzin' in and buzzin' out?

Yeah. I got a day of security debrief...

and then, it's the home base, man.

- Go kiss my little girl. - Oh, that's important.

Yeah. I just said goodbye to my wife.

Hey, man, what are you doing for lunch today?

- Nothin'. No, no plans. - Yeah?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm completely free, man. - That's great.

You know, I got this computer shit.

Just a few, like, bits and bytes

I would love to get that big brain of yours to decipher.

I swear, last time, bro, you saved my life.

- Yeah. - Yeah?

- Yeah, of course. - Oh, that's great. All right.

So, uh, you go ahead and you eat your lunch,

then I'll come get ya?

- Yeah. - My man.

Tick tock, tick boom, bro.

Floor Minus Two. Operations.

Floor Minus Five, Decryption and Analysis.

Hello. Are you there, Charlie?

What do you have for me today, Señor Inquiline?

2. 1 terabyte tranche.

Kabul Station.

2014 to 2022.

Open this alone.

No charge this time.

How's the weather in Istanbul?

Nice try.

It's just a matter of time.

You think?

It's been five years, Charlie, and you're still guessing.

I'll get there.

I like puzzles.

Not as much as I like anonymity.

If I had to guess, you're a 50-year-old

Russian man living in Istanbul...

with an affinity for Reddit boards

and Turkish coffee.

Perhaps, perhaps not.

I'm serious. Be careful with this data.

It's highly compromising for your agency.

Hey.

Hi, Team.

Tell me again. How big did you say the crate was?

Twenty meters by 10.

Another one of Slater's hypotheticals.

Satellite images of a crate on the back of a semi-truck...

rectangular in shape, 20 by 10 meters.

Destination?

A major metropolitan area.

- Mm. LA. - Wrong coast.

Is the truck from Pennsylvania?

Mm-hm.

Headed to DC?

So far, so good.

- A flagpole. - No, a missile.

Christmas tree.

The White House tree always comes from a farm

in Lehighton, Pennsylvania.

And dimensions of the truck tell the rest.

He can be really annoying sometimes.

Wow.

Oh, who's that?

The most dangerous man in the building.

Secret agent. Bang, bang.

He and Heller are besties.

I'm his bestie.

No. We're just, uh, acquaintances.

How do you know him?

Saved his life.

Heller.

What are you wearing?

Sarah?

No. Saddam Hussein.

He's dead.

Humor, Heller.

Right, right.

I'm just calling to let you know I'm here.

Right. I know. I-I know. I tracked you.

I'd be hurt if you didn't.

I'm just grabbing a coffee.

Trying to keep me awake a little bit longer

while I wait for the rest of the team.

All right. Take a walk. Go get some fresh air, honey.

But I want to lie down.

No. If you lie down, you'll never get up.

Oh. Is that-- is that sage advice from the world traveler?

Harsh.

Hey, listen. I'm on to something here.

Can I call you later?

Yeah. I love you.

I love you, babe. Bye. Bye.

- Bye. Bye. - Bye.

- Bye. - Bye-bye.

What the hell?

There are witness reports of a drone strike...

but U.S. sources have confirmed that it was a suicide bomber.

The scale of the attacks devastated...

Some 150 people killed...

including French special forces.

Seven Danish marines were killed in the explosion...

which was initially reported as a misdirected air strike.

A Department of Defense spokesman...

denied reports of U.S. Air Force operations in the area...

blaming the attack on local insurgents.

Chief Moore.

Hey, buddy.

Carlos.

You okay? You look like a damn ghost.

I was just rectifying some...

Charlie?

Some files.

Okay.

I may have looked somewhere I shouldn't have.

Within our department?

Gray area.

We don't do gray areas, Charlie.

Our work is decidedly binary.

Then, no.

In that case, what you do is you keep quiet.

Yeah.

Hey, I'm either busy or dropped my cell

at the bottom of my bag.

Tell me who you are and I'll call you back.

Hey, it's me.

Um... Miss you.

I will water the flowers first thing.

Call me.

- Chief Moore. - Charlie.

I'm sorry, I don't see you down here very often, sir.

Why would you?

Nice office you have.

Yeah. Yeah, if you don't like sunlight or fresh air.

For a moss or a lichen or mushrooms...

Charlie, have you been tracking the news?

Well, I'm still tr yin' to find an outlet I can trust.

That's what we thought

when we heard you were here this morning.

We?

I need you to come with me to the Director's office.

Please.

Floor Seven. Executive.

Director.

Director O'Brien, this is Charlie Heller.

- Hi. - Hello, Charlie.

Come have a seat.

I'd rather not.

Mr. Heller, I'm afraid there was a situation in London.

Have you heard?

London?

An attack at the Christopher Street Hotel.

- Charlie... - No, no.