The Copenhagen Test

It's anti-anxiety medication.

Some sort of metallic nanite residue inside.

Where'd the pills come from?

Rachel kasperian. My ex-fiancée.

I figured you were almost out.

He was tied to the three assets

we lost in North Korea.

And then he just happened to point us in the direction

of the evidence that exonerated him.

He's cleared. Drop it.

If the two of you need to communicate openly,

there's a basement where signals are blocked.

If he's such a good guy,

then part of him will feel guilty

that I've been assigned to fall for him.

That's good.

I'll update the pages.

"You're easy to pretend to fall for."

You're asking me to see real intel.

Classified intel. Why?

Because we want our enemy to see it, too.

If we stop giving them valuable intel, they'll notice.

You're sacrificing Poseidon.

Now we start the hunt.

Our enemy's selling intel to whoever wants it,

regardless of how it destabilizes political alliances.

We're hunting a lone wolf.

If you think this is all I have to deal with

this morning, you would be wrong.

I have better things to do,

but I will stay here all day until I find out the truth.

Seven people were on that email.

It has to be one of you.

Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't leak it.

I didn't leak the draft memo, sir.

I know your type.

I've seen it a hundred times on the hill.

Young, first time staffer,

and you think you can do everyone's job

better than they can.

But to your surprise,

Washington didn't have the good sense

to anoint you the new golden boy.

So, you see a way to get some revenge.

Make a buddy in the press

and leak something to make us all look bad.

I didn't leak the draft memo, sir.

So, tell me, was it the money?

Money would be hard to turn down for me, too,

if I grew up like you.

Dirt poor.

Trailer parks as far as the eye could see.

Got into Princeton on a needs-base scholarship,

terrified for everyone to find out

you didn't belong there with the rich kids.

We've all noticed that nice suit

you wear every single day.

Almost as if it's the only suit you own.

So, here's where we're at.

I don't care if you did it or not.

Just admit to leaking it. Let this be done.

And you can keep your job.

You know how you can be sure that I didn't leak it?

Because if I did, I wouldn't have sent it

to fucking pro public a.

I'd have contacted Jim siedler at the post.

Siedler, s-i-e-d-l-e-r.

Had him confirm

with committee chair staff on background,

then instead of running from it,

I would've convinced the senator to see it

for the winning campaign issue it is

and use it to help her get reelected.

Then, in six month, I'd have your job, sir.

You're fired.

Never seen anybody make him nervous before.

You must be important.

If you're part of the congressional investigation,

you should know I'm pretty sure he leaked it himself.

I know.

I wasn't here for him.

Have you thought about what you wanna do next?

The things you can't carry...

write it all down

then Bury it away...

and try not to dig it back up.

You have an office, you know.

I think better in here.

That's concerning.

What's that?

That is the lone wolf hacker that we're after.

A non-state actor with ties to Russian intelligence.

And I think I know

how we use Alexander to draw him out.

Five thousand to you, sir.

- Raise, twenty thousand. - Ooh!

Strong, silent type.

Thinks he's got the cards.

Or... or has he been waiting all night

just to bluff now?

I like it when new people show up at this game, I do.

I... I find it to be interesting.

It's an interesting challenge.

You're trying to figure out how to read someone.

Three of a kind on the board.

I call.

Straight flush.

Ooh...

Nice pull.

I'm gettin' a drink. Who wants one?

Drink? No? Drink?

Nah, I'm good.

You guys are so boring, my god.

So, you've been undercover for two weeks.

Why don't you tell us what you know?

Our target, Saul, is patient. Careful. Smart.

He buys in with two hundred thousand dollars, loses fifty,

and then walks away with a hundred and fifty

in clean cash.

He's making everyone believe

that he's just a terrible poker player.

But he's laundering money.

Exactly. He's dirty.

Interpol liaison with the FBI

and in constant close contact with criminal organizations.

It's perfect for taking bribes.

What does he want? Just the money?

I think it's more than that.

He paranoid. Afraid.

He knows his time is running out

and he needs protection.

Too many skeletons in the closet to walk away clean.

You... already knew all this.

It's been on our radar

that there was someone compromised

in the international division at FBI headquarters.

The profile suggested an Interpol liaison.

Now we have confirmation. It's Saul clemente.

And you wanted me to see his face.

Yeah.

You know why?

You built claymore on the idea

of a source called mosaic.

You're telling the enemy that Saul is mosaic because...

because there is no mosaic.

You made him up when you were still suspecting me.

But now you're picking a mosaic the enemy would want.

Someone compromised they'd wanna use.

You're drawing the enemy out.

We sacrificed real operations

to make our lone wolf comfortable.

Now we set a trap using Saul clemente as mosaic.

And how do we do that?

The story we tell the enemy

is that mosaic has an encrypted magnetic drive

with classified intel on it.

We make it known that the drive came from this region.

The region we know our lone wolf operates in.

And on the drive is the identity

of whoever placed the mole at the orphanage.

He thinks someone close to him has flipped

and is selling him out.

He's exposed.

Exactly.

We get the drive to mosaic

through an untraceable third party.

The lone wolf won't know who sent it,

just that mosaic is the one who has it.

The drive is the bait.

Our enemy has to use mosaic.

He needs to know where the drive is and who's seen it.

You get it on camera and we back off

and see who shows up.

Not bad, Parker.

It's better than "not bad."

It's brilliant.

"Brilliant."

Get close to him.

Position yourself as a potential buyer for the drive.

We need him to tell you about the drive on broadcast

so the enemy hears about it.

But don't let him figure out who you are yet.

If he thinks you're orphanage,

he might assume the worst and run.

It'll take time.

The next step is one-on-one contact.

I'm already there.

He caught on that somebody else

was staking me financially.

He thinks I'm a ringer.

He invited me to some big game in Baltimore.

I leave tomorrow.

Keep selling the idea to Alexander

that he's a part of it.

That he's earned his place here.

You're good at that.

Nice work, hale.

Instincts of an operative, brains of an analyst.

Where were you in the mid-nineties when I needed you?

Work is good?