Lioness

- Are you back for dinner? - I should be.

Could get used to this nine-to-five thing.

Don't.

- We good? - You're good.

Aleksi Yurimov.

I'm sorry. I'm not up on my Russian spies.

You'd be taking Putin's queen off the chessboard.

Ever been to Ukraine?

- -

Never seen that shit.

Blow it.

Gray beard

- right in front of you. - Dump the rest.

Can I help you?

We're with state police.

You're not the police.

I need FBI to my house right now.

I'm blown.

I'm blackjacked!

- Joe? - No!

- -

- -

- -

No more fight.

Try again and the hurt will be bad.

No.

- -

- -

I don't wear a locator.

Of course you wear a locator. You're a spy.

- You have implant. - We don't do that.

- Everyone does that. -

Not us.

We'll see.

I know all the hiding places.

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Open mouth.

Open mouth.

Where is it?

I told you we don't wear locators.

If you don't tell me, I just keep looking.

We don't use them.

Airport scanners pick them up.

I'll tear you in half to find it.

No! Oh!

- -

- Roll her over. -

Wait.

Wait.

Okay.

Big toe, left foot.

Get dressed.

Talon, this is Roadrunner.

We are three mikes to target.

- Over. - Roger, Roadrunner.

We see Raven still on site.

- Over. - Roger that.

I read the same. Over. Two minutes!

Drop-off at release point one.

Bravo at release point two.

Then rally at the south edge of property for exfil.

Same if exfil's hot?

Won't be hot.

Killing every one of these motherfuckers.

Get inside. Close and lock the door.

- With you. -

On you.

- Clear. - Clear.

- -

Give me good news.

I don't have any.

They found the locator. That's all they found.

Left it behind?

Mm-hmm.

Overplaying their hand a bit.

Maybe. Maybe it's their way of saying we overplayed ours.

You need to find me the common denominator

in this mess.

May I make a request?

- Sure. - Call in our team from Peary.

That's a pretty blunt instrument stateside, Kaitlyn.

You have her QRF.

You have her HRT standing by.

Everybody breaks, Byron.

You know that.

And when she breaks,

who knows what spills out?

I'll have 'em to you in six hours.

You shake that tree until you find her.

Yes, sir. With both fucking hands.

Don't leave a mess.

We'll clean as we go.

Dad, what are you doing?

Uh, I forgot something.

Won't take a second. I'll be right back.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- Neal. Neal. - Kaitlyn.

- Yes. Walk with me. Walk with... - No. What? What? What?!

What happened to my wife?!

Shut the fuck up.

Shut the fuck up.

The neighbors are watching.

There has been an incident,

which we are solving.

Your wife is alive, okay?

She's gonna stay that way.

Is that all you got for me, Kaitlyn?

I'm sure you've discussed this.

Worst-case scenarios.

Is that what this is?

Worst-case scenario?

When I know more, you'll know more.

What do I tell my kids?

Nothing. Okay?

Nothing? I have to drive them to school.

And when I back out of that driveway

and they see their mother's battered fucking car

- right there... - I'll take care of the car.

You have 90 seconds.