Canary Black

The shipment is already in transit.

Let's just say that might have regrettable consequences.

I wouldn't. Open your safe.

I'll pay you a lot of money to walk away.

Shut up. Open the safe.

- Who do you work for? CIA? - Hurry up.

Kill her!

Someone!

Don't walk! Quick!

The woman's up there!

Up there! Kill her!

Catch that bitch!

Come on. We both know how long these things take.

We need get it through customs.

Now, I'm working on getting another shipment.

But without the support from the consulate at the UN

we have no chance of that happening on time.

I know, but we don't have time for that.

They're in the middle of a malaria outbreak.

I'm working on another shipment,

but we have to get what we have through customs now.

I'm gonna call you back.

Hey, you.

Are you early or am I late?

Hey.

- I missed you. - I missed you, too.

Happy anniversary.

Happy anniversary. Come see.

- Wait, that's too much. - When we went on that wine run,

it was in the shop next door. I saw you looking at it.

- My turn. - No, no, no.

I need a redo gift. I'm embarrassed. No, no, no.

My… My… My gift.

Big in Japan.

I love 'em. They're my new favourite pant.

Although I do think that year two is cotton. Three is leather.

Oh, you're so much better at this than me.

Try this.

Wow. You really cracked out the good stuff.

You're too good to me, you know that?

Ain't it great? And this is the last piece.

- Ah! How cute. - They need a home.

Think about their little tails wagging. Their hot breath on you in the morning.

No, no, I can't. I can't be trusted to keep something alive.

I almost killed the both of us with that omelette I made.

Well, they only eat kibble, so you'll be fine.

Don't worry. We'll build up to it. Let's get you fed.

No. Can I please just take you to dinner? My treat. I got to redeem myself.

I love the pants. I'm gonna wear them to dinner.

- Okay. - Let's go.

Hm. This is an interesting route to the restaurant.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

Feels like it's almost intentionally out of the way.

- That's just in your head. - Obviously, I have Alzheimer's.

Okay. I'm on to you. Sneaky way to the proposal spot. Romantic stroll.

You really want that puppy, huh?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

- I resent all these accusations. - You're the sickest person.

Do you remember that dinner we had

- with that German doctor we met in Iraq? - Mm-hm.

He and I are going to New York in a few weeks to raise some funds

and recruit some doctors. And I thought you could come.

Finally take a proper holiday.

An actual vacation together. It's been so long. I would love that.

Great.

It'd be great. You could show us all your old college stomping grounds.

First kiss. Your first everything.

We're gonna need a longer vacation.

Besides my glory days, what else is on the touristy menu?

Well, I'm still working out some of the finer details.

- Which are? - Like the Chelsea Hotel,

champagne, clothing optional.

Mm, okay. Now you're piquing my interest.

- Babe, is my phone out there? - Yeah.

- You feeling all right? - I am tired.

Trip took it out of me a little bit.

Why don't you stay home from work today? Work from home?

I mean, bed. I mean… I mean, let's just go back to bed.

That sounds so good. I'd almost kill for that.

- Do you have plans this weekend? - Not set in stone.

Okay. Don't make any.

- Bye. - Bye.

Hey, how was the trip?

Views were incredible. Some of the people could have been friendlier.

Hm. And the client?

Oh, I left him speechless.

- Hmm. - Hmm. Oh.

Hey, a token of my appreciation. For everything.

Ave, you shouldn't have.

- Oh! - Don't worry. It's a knock-off.

It's beautiful. Thank you.

Thanks. How's Maggie?

Homesick. Lucky you married a European. How are you and David?

Great. Except my anniversary gift was a disaster.

Why didn't you tell me there was some kind of gift list thing?

There is?

Next year's fruit.

Hey, don't beat yourself up. You're doing fine.

Every marriage takes effort, especially in our world.

You got plenty of time to work out the kinks.

I tell you what. Why don't you let David and I take you and Maggie for dinner?

Maybe she can share some marriage pointers with me.

Oh, I'm sure she's got a whole bunch.

I'm proud of you, Ave.

We've come a long way since Kandahar.

- Blake. - Yes, sir.

We have lots to discuss.

Pull up the files Avery got from Japan.

- Yes, sir. - Let's go private and fire it up.

Pull up the intel in Kenji's black book.

Business firms used for weapon shipments.

Officials he was paying off. Terrorist networks he was supplying.

But the drive had a lot more than that on it. Kali fulfilled a contract for him.

He's been deviating from his M.O. for the last year.

Pull up the Triad file.

When you were in Japan, this went down in Krakow, courtesy of the Russian mob.

Looks like the Triads were encroaching on their customers.

Guess who's responsible?

Kali did another hit for the Russians?

Why is a top assassin solely taking contracts for the Russian mob?

He also put a bullet in the head of two undercover agents in South Africa.

Maybe this will help us identify him.

That would be one hell of a coup.

Good work, Agent Graves.

Finish your report, and take the rest of the day.

Thank you, sir.

- Pull up Kali's file. - Yes, ma'am.

Arms dealers, drug runners.

All low grade targets.

Why are you deviating?

- Hi, neighbour. - Hey, Abby.

Missed you at the gym the last few days.

- Business trip. - I'm jealous.

Hey, where did you go? Someplace fun?

- Hi, Avery. - Niklaus.

Missed you at the gym.

Hey, you and David want to come over for dinner this weekend?

We have plans.

Don't be a stranger.

Hey, I'm home.

Honey?

Hey, I've been thinking about our New York trip.

I've got a few ideas.

Who is this?

You're home early, Agent Graves.

Where's my husband?

Located in your sister CIA black site

is detainee number 0912749.

Hidden in his fake tooth is a file. You are going to steal it for me.

You have nine hours to get me what I want if you want to see your husband alive.

I want proof of life.

Once you have the file.

No. Proof of life or he's already dead. And this phone call is over.

Avery…

- -

David, listen to me!

There's your proof.

You touch him again, I will break every bone in your fucking body.

There's a phone booth in an alleyway.

It will ring at midnight.

If you don't answer it with the Canary Black file in hand,

your husband dies.

Failure to comply, as well as any involvement from your agency,

will result in his execution.

- Hello? - Sorina, it's me.

- I need a favour. - Fuck your favours.

A favour is a ride to the airport. Not the usual bullshit you ask me to do.

You're a hacker.

Don't pretend just because you got a real job, you suddenly have morals.

I'm at work. Call one of your agency hacks.

No, this needs to be off the books. Are you gonna do it?

Or am I telling the Russian FSB about the time you hacked their servers?

Good.

I need you to ping the location of the last incoming call to this cell phone.

Hang on.

The phone's a burner. It's on the south side.

But I need more time to triangulate the exact location.

As soon as I have it, I'll text you the address.

So, are we good?

Hurry.

I sent you home early so you could at least pretend to have a life.

You know me.

09… 749.

Come on, please.

Yeah.

You're not following my instructions, Agent Graves.

Well, that's a character flaw of mine.

You think I didn't know that you'd try to trace the call?