The Recruit

Previously on The Recruit...

I owed you for saving my life. And if you need anything, well, call me.

I've been wanting to spend more time with you

than maybe is appropriate.

Do I have to worry about you being the jealous type?

- No. - We never spoke tonight.

What didn't we speak about?

CEG being on the way to your house.

They're searching for anything connected to the Meladze op.

Guess who I got a call from yesterday.

How hard is it to kill a lawyer?

Now get me an asset. A good one.

Conditions on the ground have changed.

Do you think the Russians are giving my wife a breather?

No, because they do not have her. The Yakuza does.

They don't know where she's being held.

The NIS created a traceable crypto.

The CIA created it with us.

When I say jump, then--

Where the hell are you?

I'm heading to break into Jang Kyun's apartment.

- I went rogue. - Uh... define "rogue."

No, no. Better yet, hang up and lose my number.

How do I find his dead man's switch?

Uh... I don't know.

It's most likely digital.

A release of secrets if he fails to check in or sends a coded message.

And he's too smart to leave any kind of a smoking gun at home.

But there are probably clues

that Operations could use to help figure it out,

so just take pictures of everything.

Pictures. Got it.

But if you get caught spying, you are a dead man.

Shit. Really? I thought they would just kick me out of the country.

Oh, they will.

And then Nyland will have you pulled apart by horses.

Motherfucker.

Ah!

Fuck! Enough!

What are you gonna do? Huh?

Are you gonna kill me in your own apartment?

The police will be here in minutes, followed by the NIS.

That'll be the final nail in your wife's coffin.

You know I'm not stupid enough

to keep the dead man's switch in my apartment, right?

It's the only thing... keeping the CIA from killing me.

Oh, I know.

This... is our home.

You had no right to destroy it.

I guess I just got a little bit desperate.

You think I'm not?

Nan Hee

is pregnant.

I can't save her without you.

Wake up. Someone tried to kill me.

What?

Hey, where did that come from?

The guy who tried to kill me.

Okay, and where is he now?

Morgue.

You seen him?

Uh, no.

- So you think your cover's blown? - I don't know.

But I do know that it's a CZ-75. High-end European special forces weapon.

And the guy was a fucking ninja.

I don't know why they're trying to kill me.

I'm a new operator in the region with nothing on my front burner.

- You wanna stick around and find out? - No!

But if I alert Langley to the possibility I've been compromised,

they'll blame it on me.

Pull me from the field. I'll be rubber-roomed.

My chance at Moscow Station will be done.

Well, as your lawyer and your reluctant roommate,

I recommend that you get the fuck out of Poland,

where someone is trying to kill you,

and go back to DC, where no one is trying to kill you.

Then we figure out what to do next there.

I love that plan.

I'll call the travel office and get us on the first flight out.

Hey.

You think this has anything to do with Nichka?

By Nichka, you mean Owen? Then fuck yeah.

Fuck.

Got bad news.

I don't want it.

Tough. Heavy weighs the crown.

Lee is dead.

Who's Lee?

Mercenary we sent after Owen last week.

Warsaw cops found his body last night.

You sent the same guy who failed to kill Hendricks to fail to kill Lester.

Not a lot of choices on short notice.

Is there a way to track him back to us?

Give me a little credit. We're completely firewalled.

But?

Owen, Lester, and Violet all booked flights back to DC

through the Agency travel office.

Well, that can't be a coincidence. That means that they are onto us somehow.

- We gotta get back to DC. - I figured you'd say that.

Got us a ride in a Lockheed cargo plane. Wheels up in 90.

Good.

What?

How far are you planning to take this?

I know I owe you for South Sudan,

but I'd rather not spend the rest of my life

in a federal penitentiary.

Or worse.

This is life-and-death for me.

But I... won't blame you if you wanna walk.

No.

I'm good.

Ride or die, right?

Ride or die.

- You need to fly back with me. - Nope. I'm staying here.

The fact that the Agency created a cryptocurrency

that is currently being used by over ten million Americans

is a nuclear-level secret, dude.

Which is why I don't wanna be anywhere near the blast radius

when you tell Nyland.

Besides, one of us has to monitor Jang Kyun,

who is doing exactly what while you fly back to DC?

He is heading to the NIS to dig into the recent crypto transactions.

If the Yakuza abducted Nan Hee because they suspected

the crypto she bribed them with, they're gonna start dumping it.

Which Jang Kyun better be super subtle about the way he checks into it.

Otherwise, his boss is gonna get suspicious.

Grace Cho.

What, you got a thing for her?

No. Shut up.

I mean, just don't get honey-potted, right?

God. I should be so lucky.

But the guy is a pro. He can do subtle, right?

No change.

There you are.

What were you doing in there?

You have something going with organized crime?

Oh, no. Just looking for Officer Yoon.

I heard he was selling his Peloton.

A surprise for Nan Hee. She's been wanting one.

What happened to your face?

Oh, this?

It's a bit embarrassing.

I fell down the steps in my building, looking at my phone.

Inspiring.

Did you know Owen Hendricks is back on a plane to DC?

Yes, but I'm still working on flipping the other lawyer to find out why--

Listen.

The Director heard rumors that the CIA is up to something.

And he's looking to me for answers.

If you can't get them in the next 24 hours,

I'll find someone who can

and banish you to a watchtower on the DMZ until the world ends.

Thanks for the heads-up you didn't give me on CEG last night.

How didn't that go?

They're on their heels. For now. But they are not diverted so easily.

And they have a real hard-on for Hendricks

and everyone else that got caught up in that Eastern European shitshow with him.

So we're gonna have to keep the whole clown car,

Hendricks, Kitchens, Ebner, and Gilbane,

away from them until a new crisis can steal all the oxygen.

Luckily for us, those four are currently scattered across the globe.

Well, Nyland's gonna wanna know why we left Warsaw.

We gotta come up with something good or--

Or you can kiss Moscow Station goodbye?

Yeah, you mentioned it only about a thousand times.

You know, we, you and I, were supposed to be a team. Right?

I mean, Moscow Station was not part of the plan.

What are you saying?

What I'm saying is, is that you made your own bed...

...and I am gonna go back to mine.

Mm. I even think I've got some Ben & Jerry's in the freezer.

It's like he's haunting us.

Only way to get rid of him is an occupational exorcism.

We need a priest.

We need a baseball bat.

Damn.

What are you doing here?

Oh, just... lighting a fire underneath that transfer paperwork.

All right.

How about you? Wait, you know what? I don't wanna know.

What happened to your face?

Angry husband.

What happened to yours?

Uh, ninja assassin.

Everything all right in Warsaw?

Yeah. Why? What'd you hear?

Nothing. You just look like you're on edge.

Nah, man. I'm just...

Any time I'm around you, I always am.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That's not good.

What's the play? Take 'em out?

Negative.

We're here to see what the fuck is going on.

Then we take 'em out.

Split up. You follow Kitchens.

I'll take Hendricks.

All right, so there's Hannah hiding in the congresswoman's closet,

whilst I'm trapped under the bed with the woman's half-naked son.

And I was full-on in cat allergy attack,