The Old Man

Can I help you with that?

Thanks.

Morgan Bote gave me your number.

Are you good at this?

Yeah.

I know what I'm doing.

A Russian named Pavlovich ordered Morgan Bote's murder

to protect a business deal of his in Afghanistan.

He also ordered mercenaries

to Afghanistan to protect that deal.

Dad? Can you take me off speaker?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

No, wait! Wait!

The men that killed Emily were his men.

Morgan Bote wasn't his only target.

Who was his other target?

The Dixons.

-Marcia and Henry. -Why?

Hamzad's lawyer, she wanted to tell you something,

something she was afraid to say over the phone.

Maybe she knows.

Then we're going to London.

Because fuck him.

I wanna hurt him. Don't you?

Hey.

It's you.

Hey. You're--

I am.

We-We met...

When I had crutches for my thing,

you helped me onto the bus.

I did.

I was wondering if I was ever gonna run into you again.

Is this your way home from work?

No, no, no, it's not.

Gotcha.

I--

It was, but I quit my job.

Oh, congratulations.

Did I just say "congratulations"?

It's okay.

Let me try that again.

So you quit your job.

What a wide variety of experiences that might involve.

How are you feeling about this?

Seems like someone else might want to quit their job.

Can you tell?

What do you do?

And you wanna make a difference,

so you pour all of yourself into it, and you make the sacrifices.

But eventually it gets hard to tell

where the work ends and you begin.

It's hard to feel good about participating in

your own erasure in that way.

But it's hard leaving something

that may cost pieces of you in the leaving.

I lost my best friend recently.

Just before the end, he started to have the same questions.

"Is this the only way to live?

Is this all we are?"

I couldn't hear him back then.

And now...

...it's the only thing I can think about.

We don't live in a place that makes it easy

to ask those kinda questions.

Yeah.

But, hey, you got out.

Maybe that's the first step towards something.

So...

congratulations?

What do you want?

Wasn't easy to find you.

What do you want?

I think Morgan Bote sent you an email

just before he was murdered.

I need you to show me what it said.

Mr. and Mrs. Dixon.

Welcome.

I have you checked into room 1409.

You have anything on the 12th floor?

Let me check.

Actually, we do.

I can put you in 1231.

Hmm. Lower.

I beg your pardon, sir?

Anything, uh, between 01 and 05, please.

Odd

not even.

Thanks very much.

Thank you, sir.

Dad?

Can you take me off speaker?

Shit. Shit.

No, wait! Wait!

I miss you, Daddy.

This feeling just doesn't wanna be turned off.

Maybe it's okay to be angry.

There is a time when anger can help.

This isn't it.

We need answers

we don't even understand the questions for yet.

We need our wits.

Pavlovich--

he dies before this is all said and done.

That much is certain.

When it's time for the anger to play its role in that,

it won't be hard to find.

Scorched-earth.

Yeah.

Okay.

We've got 24 hours

before this meeting is supposed to go down.

You wanna catch a show?

That was a joke.

That was funny.

Maybe we should talk about the meeting, how to manage it.

Morgan talked to me about it a little.

Yeah? What did he say?

He said that Pavlovich is connected somehow

to this deal for Hamzad's mineral deposit.

-We don't know how. -Mmm.

Nina Kruger, Hamzad's lawyer, knows something about it,

and we have to figure out what she knows.

That's what you have to get from her.

What we should talk about is how you plan to do that.

He said there were three kinds of lawyers.

The kind that would do anything for a client,

and the kind that would do anything to be a client,

and that I should figure out which one she is quickly.

What was the third?

He said that only an idiot would accept

that there's only two kinds of anything in this world,

even if we can't imagine the third yet.

Yeah, yeah. Right.

What else did he say?

He said all tradecraft is waged

wielding two weapons in concert.

Hmm.

See, in your left hand, you have your empathy.

Uh-huh.

I told him that sounded awful familiar.

Hey, he may have been an asshole,

but that asshole understood the game

better than anyone I ever knew.

He taught me well.

It's a scary idea.

This weapon that I've been given.

In order to wield it,

you have to be okay never trusting anybody ever again.

Never getting close to anybody ever again.

No, I didn't say that exactly.

No, I did.

Oh. I see.

You think if we get close again, I might be ruthless with you.

Maybe.

But I know I might.

I'm someone who breaks things, remember?

I think maybe I always have been.

Except now I'm armed.

I think you're in the wrong house, friend.

You might wanna leave before you get hurt.

You're not Julian Carson?

Morgan Bote's personal field operative?

Let's assume I'm in the right house,

and let's assume whatever it is

that you wish I didn't know about you,

I know.

The email that Morgan Bote sent.

-I didn't get an email. -It's critical that I see it.

Even if it weren't a national security issue,

which I'm pretty sure it is, there are lives at stake here.

The lives of people who are counting on me.

I didn't get any email.

I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

Now, please leave my house.

How did I find you?

The Old Man took care of the people

he needed to take care of.

He built a wall around you, around your name, your life,

so that nothing you did for him could blow back on you

or the people you care about.

So, how on earth did I find you?

That wall was built out of his influence.

The moment he was gone, the cracks appeared.

There'll be more.

I imagine you have plenty of enemies out there.

They'll show, and you won't be safe.

And neither will the new girl that you're seeing right now.

I am fucking certain you did not just threaten her.

-Because if you did-- -It's not gonna be me you need to worry about.

I'm fucking certain you're smart enough to know that.

I spent a long time

living behind one of those walls.

So trust me when I tell you when they fall,

and the things you thought were safe behind them are exposed

to the world...

there's nothing worse.

Help me,

and I'll help make sure that your wall holds for a long time.

Don't, and you're on your own.