The Night Agent

Alice!

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Is this what Night Action does? Threaten civilians?

We stop assholes like you.

You just confirmed Night Action's existence to him.

What are you doing with the Americans?

I offered to give them Iranian intelligence.

Once I inform Abbas,

you will be on the first flight home.

What if I could bring him to you?

Peter. The American.

Someone is trying to synthesize one of the Foxglove weapons listed in that file.

We need your help to determine which one.

They got another chemical compound.

They have everything they need?

Do you think these people can build a chemical weapon on their own?

They're gonna need someone to build it for them.

- No! Mom! - Let her go!

Dad!

- Who the hell are you? - I'm Dr. Cole's postdoc fellow.

You can stop all of this. Just speak to my boss one-on-one.

Catherine? Noor hasn't shown up yet.

We have a bigger problem.

Are they not feeding you enough in that boarding school, Tomás?

- Yeah, but the food's terrible. - The boy misses the taste of home.

The English can't cook. You should send one of your chefs.

Maybe they would feed him better if they knew who his father was.

What are you talking about?

The money that pays for your fancy school exists because of the Bala name.

The meat on your fork, that you suck down without a care in the world,

exists because of the Bala name.

And you are so ashamed of it you cannot even speak it?

After everything I sacrificed for you,

you thank me by introducing yourself as Tomás Dargin in school?

Taking your mother's name?

I thought it would be easier.

The Bala name is your birthright.

What I fought for,

what our countrymen died for,

what every person at this table has dedicated their lives to.

Have you forgotten your family history at that school?

My name is not good enough for you, then my dinner should not be either.

I've heard your speeches, Father.

You sent me to England 'cause you wanted me to make something of myself.

To prove that we could be smarter, not just stronger.

It won't help me to get into university to be from a family of warmongers.

Hey! Hey, Tomás.

Not now, Markus.

- Hey. - I said not now.

Come back to the table. Apologize.

I don't wanna see that bastard.

You should've seen him today when we were out on the hunt,

how disappointed he was that you weren't there.

It's all he could talk about all week,

taking his son hunting again like he did when we were kids.

But you couldn't bother to show up.

He told you this?

I have been on every hunt since you were eight.

I could see it on his face.

Well, you always wanted to be there.

He never gave me the choice.

He gave you a lot more than that.

When my father died fighting for him,

he took me in and treated me like one of his own,

but that does not stop the rest of them in there

from reminding me that I am not really one of you.

You... you cannot see how lucky you are?

I would give anything to be named Bala, and you just throw it away.

When Uncle Viktor heard that you were going by Tomás Dargin in school,

he was devastated.

It was you.

You told him.

Somebody needed to remind you of your place.

Don't forget your place either.

Bala isn't your name.

It never will be.

I'm better than this family. My father hates me for it. You both do.

Go, be his lapdog.

Lick up his leftovers.

It's not that slap that stops the other kids from bullying you.

No.

It's your name.

Bring them in.

Line them up.

Lock the family in one of the fridge units.

Prepare the chemist and his assistant for the lab.

- Dad? - It's going to be okay.

- Just do what they say. - Dad?

Do what they say. You'll be fine.

- Don't do it! - I got her, Wil. I've got her.

Okay. We're out of the city. Where are we going?

Where are we going?

Physical violence is not an effective interrogation technique.

I know, but it felt good, and you're pissing me off.

You still don't know how this works, do you?

- What do you want? - Put a phone in my hands.

I'll call it in, I'll set up the meeting, and I'll take you to him.

It's that simple.

You make one move, one move, that I don't like and we're back to square one.

Do you understand me?

The clock is ticking.

Alice Leeds.

That was her name, right?

Your dead partner?

Do you even know the name of the man whose life you took in Thailand?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Call your boss.

Yeah, I got Sutherland with me. I'm bringing him in.

- What's the update? - His phone is still off.

He ditched the Tahoe next to a warehouse on the outskirts of the city,

and a different set of vehicle tracks left in the opposite direction.

We picked up a gray van on a nearby traffic cam

that could match the time and direction,

but it was the wrong angle to catch a plate.

Christ.

We've got a chemical weapon in the hands of unknown assailants,

a dead French intelligence officer,

agents chasing ghosts around every corner of the city,

multiple civilians abducted.

Now you're telling me your only solid lead for any of it

managed to disappear with your agent?

Let me ask a different way. Is Sutherland a suspect now?

- Not until I know more. - Then get out there and find him.

Foxglove is no longer Night Action's responsibility,

Sutherland is.

Understood.

Shouldn't we be in hazmat suits or something for this?

This whole lab is a hazmat suit.

Designed to provide its own source of clean air

and keep every chemical component in glass-lined, inert, sealed vessels,

all encased behind a thick layer of corrosion-resistant nickel alloy.

Given the nature of what the CIA was using this lab to research,

they wanted to make sure nothing inside could ever get out.

What about when we're inside?

Don't touch anything unless I tell you to,

otherwise a hazmat suit will be the least of your worries.

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Take a moment, survey the lab, make sure you have everything you need.

You really are trying to make K.X. This is never gonna work.

Not according to your research.

That? That was all theory.

Nothing of this magnitude was ever produced during the study.

What you're asking is...

To save your family's lives.

If you do not do as you're told,

I will drag them in front of you and put bullets through their eyes.

Tick, tick, tick.

But it takes... it takes more than just me.

I need... I need time, I need, uh, research staff. I...

So this one is useless?

- Wait! - Wait! No!

You don't understand.

If any part of this process goes wrong, if... if I make a mistake, it could mean...

Then don't fuck it up.

Get to work.

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What do we do?

These materials in these quantities...

What they're asking might not even be possible.

Well, they're gonna know if we're doing nothing.

We have to look like we're working.

If I get this even slightly wrong...

What do you need to do to make it safe? To make sure you're doing it right?

- Maybe a pilot batch. - A what?

A small test to work out process parameters

to replicate on a larger scale.

All right, then.

As slowly as we possibly can, let's get to work.

- And then what? - Then we find a way out of here.

Come on.

You're not getting near him armed.

You're the one in a hurry.

All right, let's go.

It was Caleb,

the man you killed in Bangkok.

His two older brothers, both parents,

a grandmother, uncles, cousins, their families,