The Night Agent

Get out.

No, he stays.

I lived up to my end of the arrangement.

Peter.

Good to see you, Richie.

The deeper that I get into this job, the more I learn, the more I fear.

I could use a friend around me.

- White House shit. - What I'm talking about isn't that.

- Who are you? - The name's Adam.

- What are you doing here? - The president sent me.

I'm your new partner.

You'll do solo time for two hours.

Stay away from the river's edge.

- Are you doing solo time too? - Yeah.

Give me your phone.

Go.

The crypto wallet that the LFS was using?

There's been several new deposits that have been made this week.

They're planning something else.

If the timeline of the deposit matches the first attack,

then we got less than a week before whatever it is happens.

I see Jacob Monroe's name.

This investigation into him, is it really that bad?

He's been a major donor for years.

The investigation into him

and the one into the terrorist attack are one and the same.

Chelsea, what's up?

I think there's something weird going on with the president and First Lady.

I shouldn't be saying anything about this.

I think maybe you're the only person I can really talk to.

If I find this guy, I find Jay. But right now, I have nothing.

I have a source. He's helped me ID things in the past. I can head there now.

- Want me to go with you? - No, that would spook him.

He knows me. He trusts me. I need to speak with him alone.

She looks nervous.

Do you think she might be on The Broker's payroll?

I'm starting to think everybody is.

She said he was a source. But he'd be smart to own a journalist, so…

There he is. Got a visual.

- You told her he was dangerous, right? - Yeah, and she went right to him.

They're leaving.

- She's going willingly. - Wait, are they hooking up?

Oh, damn it. I could have sworn I was her type.

Looks like you are her type.

- Are you calling me old? - Yeah.

You got facial recognition on you?

Yeah, send me the photo.

- Where are we with ears? - Kyemera's 47% and rising.

Half the FBI is looking for this guy. Do we call Mosley?

Not yet. Let's see where he's taking her, then I'll call it in.

You're sure putting a lot of distance between us.

That's some real restraint.

Not every tail can be a joyride through Istanbul.

Well, try Havana during a parade.

D.C. Interstate, against traffic.

That just sounds irresponsible.

Oh, we got an ID.

- Yeah, that's him. - His name's Jacob Monroe.

- Criminal history? - None.

- Notable affiliations? - None.

The report says he runs his own private consulting firm.

Handles everything from compliance assessment to negotiation support.

Negotiation support?

- What the hell is that? - He's wealthy, he's connected.

At first glance, this all looks legit.

But wait, wait, wait.

- R.M.G. Management. - What? What about it?

Listed as a previous employer. It's just a hunch, but, uh…

My lovely lady, Linda over at Langley, try and say that three times fast,

she owes me her firstborn.

Let's see if she can run a trace, keep it off the books.

- You think Monroe's CIA? - Yeah, or CIA adjacent.

R.M.G. Management.

Sounds a hell of a lot like the type of front they use for asset payroll.

Linda.

To us.

I just brushed my teeth.

Nah, I wanna cheers to our success, to our future.

Hmm.

And I wanna compare our usual two-buck Chuck

to the president's favorite Bordeaux

before I forget what good taste tastes like.

- Hey, your good taste led you to me. - Yeah.

Hmm.

I honestly can't tell the difference.

No, I think I get it.

Says the man who ordered beer that tastes like beer on our first date.

That was before we were invited to dinner in the White House with the president.

Babe, we're fancy now.

- Why aren't you psyched about this? - I am.

It's very cool. It's, uh…

It's just you didn't notice anything weird with FLOTUS tonight, did you?

Well, she didn't laugh at my estate-tax joke,

and that usually kills.

You mean something else?

Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned you looking into the intruder thing.

No, anything off between me and her?

Come on, she threw a whole thank-you dinner. She clearly loves you.

POTUS didn't seem off?

During dessert, I thought he was quiet.

Well, my job would be a whole lot easier if that man knew how to be quiet.

Lay it out for me. What's going on?

Always on my side, yeah?

Always.

I found Brian Mott's phone.

- I thought you said FLOTUS had it. - I recovered it during dinner.

- From where? - Her desk in their bedroom study.

So by "recovered," you mean "stole"?

Recovered for the investigation.

The Service's investigation or your off-the-books one?

She lied, Theo.

She lied about Mott having a gun.

There was no gun.

She lied about not knowing him. She's been meeting with him for months.

- That's not what she said at dinner. - I know. She lied.

She's the wife of a politician. I know she can lie.

- But I am also worried about you. - No. Don't make this about me.

You stole from the private residence of the president and the First Lady.

- Recovered. - That is a big deal, Chelsea.

That is a career-ender and arrest-size deal.

Please, put it back where you found it.

- Nobody needs to know. - The Secret Service needs to know.

And they can get an anonymous tip to its location after you put it back.

Babe, if you need time to heal,

just ask for it.

Nobody's gonna blame you.

But you gotta put some distance between yourself and the shooting.

It… it's not about that.

Then what is it about?

We're here toasting to our future,

and you're putting all of it in jeopardy if anyone found out.

Hey, I don't want you to worry about me.

Okay?

Great.

So you're gonna put it back where you found it

first thing tomorrow.

Okay.

- Uh, yep. Everything okay? - Please tell me you have something.

- Yeah, the shell company checked out. - Corepoint Dynamics?

- You found Mott's employer? - Yeah.

You have an ID?

- Yeah. - But you can't talk right now.

- Not really, no. - Just listen, then.

I found Brian Mott's phone in the residence.

I saw the First Lady hide it after Mott's attack.

- Download's wrapping up. - I think she's part of this.

Hiding something. And I know that sounds absurd, but I--

No, it doesn't.

I think you're onto something, but I gotta go.

Thank you.

I'm gonna send you my address in New York just in case.

But keep me in the loop.

- Stay safe. - Yeah, you too.

Bye.

Anything important?

No, no, it's unrelated.

Just an old friend needed a gut check.

Looks like we're here.

So how's this Kyemera thing work anyway?

Just gotta tell the program to call Isabel's phone,

then the malware downloads in the background.

Calling her now.

You need to get that?

It's just scammers.

- She ignore the call? - Kyemera's connecting anyway.

- She doesn't have to do anything? - She just did.

This tech's as invasive as it gets.

Is that, uh… is that a problem?

No. Go for it.

Did you redecorate since I've last been here,

or has it always been this grand?

I had a little bit of time to play around with it.

I've come to prefer my nights spent at home than on the town.

I imagine this is a good place to recover.

Well, chemo hasn't been a problem for me.

Not even cancer slows you down.

Knew it wasn't a stomach bug.

I have too much to accomplish.

Now, you know my door is always open to you,

and, in fact, the food alone is worth the drive.

I lured Chef Maggie away from La Capirucha,

and I asked her to make flan for dessert.

Thanks, but I can only manage dinner tonight. I have a deadline.

- You're seldom without a deadline. - I have too much I want to accomplish.

I'm willing to bet that you already have a draft

that you're gonna research and perfect till the very last minute.

Research is what actually brings me here tonight.

I need your expertise. On background, of course.

Well, I was hoping it was a social visit, but let's make a deal.

I'll answer anything you want if you stay for dessert.

I guess I'll have the flan, then.

Okay. One second.

Maggie?

- I don't think she likes him. - No, but he likes her.

This is ridiculous. We need a visual.

- Does that Kyemera work through comms? - Yeah.

Thirty seconds! That's my best yet!

No, you have consistently underestimated and misrepresented this job.

You have assigned me a new client every day,

and now I've got experienced competitors trying to intervene.