Contract Killers

So how was work?

Boring.

Just boring?

It was boring ...

Are you sure that's Merlot?

Don't make fun of the cheap stuff, okay?

Better open another bottle.

Are you okay?

David?

David?

Sarah Bentley,

this is the FBI.

Please approach the nearest window

with your hands clasped behind your head.

Do not attempt to run.

You're completely surrounded.

Please approach the nearest window

with your hands behind your head.

Dogwood Pest Control, how may I direct your call?

Authorized, Alpha, Tango, Six, Niner, Seven.

...secure line.

Did you say you were looking for Witkoff?

I'm sorry, no one works here by that name.

David is dead. Lisa. They know about Lisa.

I need to speak to Witkoff.

I'm sorry but you dialed the wrong number.

She's playing dumb.

Trust is such a fragile thing.

Keep me in the loop.

You have 10 seconds, Sarah.

Are you sure she's even in there?

A neighbor saw them go in, never saw them come out.

This is your final warning.

What the hell... Pull back!

Anybody copy? Please respond!

No, goddammit, I need a medivac here right now.

I've got 10 wounded.

We do not acknowledge culpability.

Fine!I said fine! Just send the coordinates!

We're escalating. Rick, plug in sat coverage coordinates coming to you.

This is level 3 now, so nobody leaves this room.

You gotta go? You go in your pants. Understood?

Lindsay, buzz the old man.

This isn't your fault.

You say that like it makes a difference.

Sat's on-line, I'm running it to your terminal.

Got somebody coming up the other way!

Cut her off!

What kind of a Busch League idiot managed to screw this up?

Sir, the agent at the scene attempted to secure the mark...

What was your response?

Re-routing local police and FBI units into a perimeter...

Who gave you that order?

Slr, I'm following procedure...

Downgrade it.

Block the exits! Get me a perimeter!

Listen up, folks.

The mark is one of us.

She's former NOC,

so let's take her out clean, shall we?

She's family. A family cleans up its own mess.

Alex...

what operatives do we have in the area?

The list is up.

Call Mr. Pernell.

Mm? What you want? A little bit of this.

Yes, you good girl.

Yes, your mummy was a good cook, wasn't she?

Momma was a really good cook, wasn't she? Yes.

Pernell.

Yeah. Send me the file.

Hands on your head! Hands on your head!

Get off the bike!

Cuff her.

Five minutes.

Did you happen to notice a tall man with red hair

back at your house, I mean.

Yeah, I guess he'd be kind of easy to miss.

Forgettable face, average features, you know.

You shot him.

He was in my wedding.

But you're not a big fan of marriage, are you?

You shoulda heard what came over the walkie

when our man walked into your bedroom.

What did he do, anyway? Leave the toilet seat up?

Who are you really?

Dogwood won't say.

Thanks for the escort, guys, but I can take it from here.

Say again, are you waving us off?

Hell of a mess back there.

You guys have better things to do.

Copy that.

Almost there.

This is our stop.

You're telling me.

Okay.

Get out of the car. Out of the car.

Let's walk over there.

I'm not an evil man.

So how was work?

Dull.

Shit!

Hello?

Did you kill my husband?

How did you get this number?

That's not a no.

No! Of course not.

He has a tattoo. Lisa. Explain that.

Did you give it to him?

What?

Jane, your husband wasn't the only one.

There were others.

Look, you're losing touch.

What you're doing doesn't make a lot of sense.

Jim! It's me!

I'm very concerned. You've done this before.

I loved him. Loved.

Do you understand that?

Yes, I understand.

Almost there. Guide me in.

Look, Jane, why don't you come home?

Prove the evidence wrong.

It's the only play you've got left.

She's currently MIA, six guys in the hospital.

one more shot dead, mlsslng...

Fifty bucks says she's hormonal.

No! No, no, no!

Don't turn around!

I hope you're feeling helpful.

Look, I don't know even if I can do it.

My password can only access

whatever information you find helpful.

Log in.

FBI Intranet. What am I looking for?

Someone that shouldn't exist.

I want to know when this name was added to the criminal database.

Ignore the metadata.

Find the log that shows the upload.

I should really get that.

They're gonna wonder why...

Find the log. Let it ring.

You're talking IP logs for the entire Bureau.

That's a hell of a lot of chatter.

It came from SAD.

Who-who-who are you?

Stay focused.

There.

Uploaded on January ninth. It's buried but it's there.

Sarah Bentley.

Who sent it?

It doesn't work that way.

We have an IP address...

Show me the file!

Skip forward to the last entry.

The file was uploaded on the ninth?

Something's wrong.

There shouldn't be an entry post-dating the creation of the file.

Copy the IP routing logs to this.

Don't make me wait.

What did I just do?

Give me your driver's license.

Chuck Ditmar. 1820 Foreman Avenue.

I'm keeping this,

and you're keeping your eyes forward.

And then I won't have to use it.

Your mark is Stephen Wynters,

CEO of White Hat Softwerks.

Current intel indicates he's furnishing

foreign parties with tools for sabotage.

You don't have to do this!

Nasty stuff. Destroys bank records, wipes out electronic assets.

It won't work without the key.

It's encrypted. He doesn't know that. For my protection.

This is a preemptive strike. So please be discreet.

We have unofficial authorization for a domestic hit.

Look, you can take it.

He can have the money.

Ministry of Fear. Second shelf.

Take it!

Plausible deniability. Eyes only.

Take it!

Sorry. It wasn't in the briefing.

Oh my God.

Jane.

The hit on White Hat wasn't authorized, was it?

So you admit that now?

You ready to turn yourself in?

What am I covering up for you?

Now you're accusing me?

The kill was uploaded into my FBI file four days before I pulled the trigger.

Am I supposed to believe the Fed are fortunetellers?

Reality is just a buzz deep in your skull, isn't it?

What's Source9?

I don't know.

You paid for it.

Really? And what did I buy?

I've got an IP trail connecting you to the purchase.

If you believed that you wouldn't be running.

It's encrypted. Did you know that?

Guess not.