Allegiance

Previously on Allegiance...

The operative in charge of Black Dagger is on his way here.

Do you know the name Oscar Christoph?

Operative for hire, assassin.

- He's dead. - He's not.

If we want a life, our life,

we leave now or we never will.

Natalie's gone with Victor.

The O'Connors are on the run.

Alex has been branded a traitor.

Alex illegally accessed classified files

from Special Agent Prado.

We're bringing him in.

Alex, this is Special Agent Faber.

You've been set up for murder.

You brought me here to find out who else knows about Christoph,

not to stop Black Dagger, but to make sure it happens.

- You're the mole. - That's him.

That's the guy that murdered Michelle.

Don't.

We have to find him.

Kill him now!

Faber saw us, the SVR, the task force, everyone.

We can't go home. We can't go to the hospital.

- We're on our own now. - Sarah.

We'll get to her first.

Sorry about the heat, folks.

Maintenance said it'll be another couple hours,

but we're gonna get started anyway.

Given everything that has happened,

we have to assume that our Midtown offices

have been compromised.

Until we stop Black Dagger, this is gonna be our new HQ.

All right, be sure to thank O'Connor for the new digs,

once we catch his sorry ass.

Alex O'Connor,

the prime suspect in the murder of his partner, Michelle Prado.

He is a traitor, and now he is a fugitive.

I want every airport, bus depot,

train station locked down.

If he pops his head up,

I want us there to take him down.

Where the hell you been?

I've been driving all over Queens

looking for this rat's nest.

Ever hear of Google Maps? Even has its own app now.

Yeah, yeah.

But, folks...

We need to be careful.

Alex O'Connor did not escape his hotel room by himself.

He had help. He knew we were coming.

Whoever he is working with, you're gonna need to assume

that they are every bit as dangerous as he is.

She's not picking up.

Sarah, it's Dad.

Listen, you are in danger, honey.

I want you to find someplace in the building.

I want you to hide there.

I want you to wait there until I can find you, okay?

This is not a joke. I love you, sweetheart.

Damn it!

Okay, you don't think that somebody...

No, no, she keeps it on silent during lessons.

Alex,.

Talk to me. Stay with me.

- _ - I think he's going into shock.

- How much time do we got? - I don't know. I don't know.

A half an hour maybe. I don't know.

I can't stop the bleeding.

He needs coagulants, probably a transfusion.

Well, we have blood in the storage unit.

I could drop you off. It's on the way.

No, we have to get Sarah.

No, no, sweetheart. We don't have time.

Go to Sarah.

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Sarah or not?

Go, go, go!

Now, how did that one feel?

Better.

- No, beautiful. - Thanks.

Regionals next week.

Remember to practice your breathing exercises.

Okay, I will.

- Bye. - Bye.

Sarah, it's Dad.

Listen, you are in danger, honey.

I want you to find someplace in the building.

I want you to hide there.

I want you to wait there until I can find you, okay?

This is not a joke.

- Daddy? - Sarah.

Where are you? What's happening?

We're on our way. Where are you?

I'm in the hallway off the Concert Hall.

- What's going on? - I'll explain everything.

Just stay right where you are, and, please, don't hang up.

Can I help you?

Um...

Um, no.

I just... I, uh...

left my songbook.

Oh, which room? I can open it for you.

Sarah, who is that?

Just... just the janitor. He...

Run, now.

Aah!

Don't scream.

Please, don't... Please...

This way.

Okay.

We didn't have as much in storage as I thought.

- We have enough? - I don't know. I hope so.

With my blood, maybe. I hope so.

I'm type O-negative.

Anybody can take type O-negative.

Sarah, come here.

Can you come here, darling?

Take that bag. Hold it up high.

Okay, tape, tape, Mark.

Here you go.

Okay.

Let me have the end of that, please.

All right, here you go.

Okay, all right.

You're doing good, sweetie, real good.

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The truth is, no matter what the official explanation,

we don't know exactly what caused

the Aleutian Wells blowout,

but we suspect a pipeline valve failure.

Umm Al-Quwain, '99.

San Gabriel, 2004.

West Virginia, 2012.

All valve failures.

All led to enormous corporate losses

in dollars, environmental damages,

human life.

These valves have a proven design flaw.

I know it's not cheap to replace them,

but it's really just a matter of time

until the next disaster happens.

Thank you.

Are you enjoying the local cuisine?

Oh, I should've known better

than to order Italian in Germany.

It's not Germany. It's the hotel bar.

But Da Baffi is five blocks away.

They have the best carbonara outside of Roma.

Now you tell me.

You say that like it's too late.

I enjoyed your presentation today.

- It was very impactful. - Oh, thank you.

I imagine everyone in that room will be retrofitting

as soon as they get home.

Oh, you would think that,

and then they all go home and bury their head in the sand.

No one listens

until a city block blows up somewhere.

That's sort of my curse.

Ah, like Cassandra.

Apollo gave her the gift of prophecy,

hoping to sleep with her,

and when she refused,

he gave her the curse of never being believed.

Yeah, sort of exactly like that.

- I'm Marcos. - Elizabeth.

What company do you work for?

Diario Norte.

Oh, you're a journalist?

I don't socialize with journalists.

We're just having drinks.

Not anymore.

_

Unemployed one day, sleeping till noon the next.

I could get used to this.

Slacker.

You better not be going soft on me.

_

You're such an idiot.

And you're stuck with me.

Finally.

Hurry back.

Victor!

Victor!

Natalie!

Why couldn't they just leave us alone?

Hi. I was hoping to make a dinner reservation.

Certainly. Did you have a restaurant in mind?

The best that I can walk to... not Italian.

- How many dining? - One.

Of course. I can get you for one at Borchardt.

It's a classic.

You don't want to eat there.

Uh, checking out... 708.

The chef's secret weapon is truffle oil.

He bathes everything in it.

- What if I love truffle oil? - You don't.

You were picking the mushrooms