The Old Man

When I was a little girl,

I imagined there was nothing you were afraid of.

No measure of distance between us that might cause you concern.

No depth of silence that might compel you to speak.

You were inaccessible.

You were remote.

You were a fantasy.

Is your work finished?

I don't understand it.

You're not trying hard enough.

I am trying.

I'm afraid.

What could you possibly have to be afraid of?

That Daddy will die.

That both of them will.

That I'm asking too many questions.

That it will be my fault.

Get your head out of your ass, Adams.

- Open your eyes. - (monitor beeping steadily)

- (monitor continues beeping) - (music playing in distance)

You serve?

Excuse me?

Were you in the military before Langley?

Yeah. Why do you ask?

- (traffic passing in distance) - Just asking.

Where'd you serve?

Fort Huachuca, few years.

Fort Drum before that.

Get out. I was with the 10th.

Yeah?

Uh, for a bit. Before JSOC.

Small world.

You were JSOC?

Yeah.

Hey.

What's up?

You remember last summer--

the guy who came to the center.

Leukemia,

maybe he was about 24, 25.

He'd started a landscaping business.

I remember him talking about that feeling.

The sun in the morning.

Tending to the world.

I found myself thinking about that today.

What are you talking about, man?

Something doesn't feel right out there.

- Shit. What'd you see? - Nothing.

But maybe it's the wrong kind of nothing.

(indistinct conversations on the street)

This is Waters.

Yeah, he's here.

Well, let's talk about our expectations

for the next few hours.

Is he talking to Hamzad?

No, he's talking to the men

who are holding Emily.

He's trying to figure out what exactly they want.

If I knew something about Faraz Hamzad

that maybe you didn't know,

now would be the time to tell you, though, right?

Sure, yeah.

So, back on the island, with his lawyer.

She said she could get me out of all this.

And I said to her... I asked her

if she could guarantee that Hamzad

would support whatever she was offering.

And...

she kind of made a face.

- She made a face? - Y-You said to watch for

the little things that might suggest bigger things, and...

and, uh, well, I-I'm saying that-that...

that she might be indicating that there's some tension

between her and her client,

and if there's tension, maybe-maybe

- we could use that. - I get it, yeah.

Faraz Hamzad is not a guy

who tolerates disloyal people.

Faraz Hamzad's not a guy who tolerates

the making of vaguely disloyal faces.

You read it wrong.

That was Morgan Bote's man.

Bote's been wanting this whole thing to go away

from the moment it started.

Now he's stepping in to end it himself,

and using Adams-- Emily--

to guarantee that it happens.

Bote told Hamzad to have a plane ready at an airfield nearby.

If you're on it...

he lets Emily go.

If you're not,

he delivers her to Hamzad instead.

I don't know what happens then,

but nothing good.

What?

Hamzad has allies amongst my superiors.

I've been ordered to see it through.

- I can delay it for a bit. - Don't...

No, don't delay it.

Bote's man. Do you know him?

Yeah.

Do you trust him, well,

to keep his side of the bargain?

Is he gonna release her once they have me?

Yeah.

Mm. Okay, that's it, that's the ballgame.

I don't understand.

Well, everyone's getting what they want, so it ends.

You're going home now.

I go home when you go home.

No, you're safe now,

there's no reason for you to stay.

You go back to living your life.

There-there's nothing else you can do?

How can that be?

Uh, the gun to her head--

that's, uh, that's checkmate.

That's a bluff I'm not willing to call.

There has to be another way.

- No, there isn't. - Okay, so, we should be talking about

how to get you back out afterwards,

- what the rescue plan looks like. - Zoe, Zoe.

- You're gonna have to stop... - It doesn't matter

what happens to you after this?

I'm sorry, but it does matter

what happens to you after this.

At a bare minimum, it matters to me

what happens to you after this.

It matters to me whether you make it out alive.

She's my little girl.

She's my little girl.

I'm sorry for bringing you into this.

I'm sorry this has to be the end of it.

That's a face.

Guess I'll never know what it's indicating, will I?

Huh?

This is happening faster than I thought.

I'm gonna need your help.

And you think she's in danger.

I thought she and Hamzad were inseparable.

They were, until he realized

there were things he didn't know about her.

It's undoing him, I'm telling you, I'm watching it happen.

Jesus.

I have been funneling guns and cash to this guy

on your say-so,

and now you're saying he's so off the rails

he might actually murder his top advisor,

who also happens to be his wife.

This is...

This is so monumentally fucked-up.

If I offer you any support

in betraying him, and then some day

he actually ends up winning this thing,

we are going to have to answer for that with him.

He can't win without her.

Well, that's not going to be good enough.

I need assurances.

Johnny?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

If I get involved in crossing him...

...I need to know that we're never

going to hear from him again.

Help get us out of here.

And I'll take care of the rest.

How well do you know Harold Harper?

How well?

Do you trust he isn't making a move,

trying to blow this up?

I doubt it. Last thing he wants

is for things to get messy with her in the middle.

You know, I thought I knew most of the guys in private practice

who came from JSOC.

Why have I never heard of you?

We don't work much.

When we do, it's for one client.

You're a personal covert ops unit for Morgan Bote.

Whole CIA was a personal covert ops unit for him at one point.

Trying to tell me this is any different?

This?

You know who she is?

‘cos you should know her, man. You'd like her. She's a cop,

yeah, but I-I've never met a cop

that felt more like one of us.

What the fuck are you trying to say?

Uh, there's things I'm not supposed to understand, right?

Questions I'm not supposed to ask.

But you never got this feeling before?

Like, how on Earth does this one make sense?

Hey.

- Yeah. - We okay?

No. I think it's two groups,

a dozen to two dozen men, total,

- they're moving in position now. - You saw that many men outside?

Only saw a few. But they're out there.

How do you know? - Because it would take that many men to cut off the street

from both directions. Which is what I would do.

Now, we need to move before they move in on us,

and we need to wake her up in case we need to move on foot.

I assume that was Zoe McDonald back there.