[Owen] Previously on The Recruit…
[grunting]
I owed you for saving my life. And if you need anything, well, call me.
[Hannah] I've been wanting to spend more time with you
than maybe is appropriate.
Do I have to worry about you being the jealous type?
-No. -We never spoke tonight.
What didn't we speak about?
CEG being on the way to your house.
They're searching for anything connected to the Meladze op.
[Dawn] Guess who I got a call from yesterday.
-How hard is it to kill a lawyer? -[Owen groans]
Now get me an asset. A good one.
[Dawn] Conditions on the ground have changed.
[Lester yells, grunts]
-[gasps] -[man groans]
Do you think the Russians are giving my wife a breather?
No, because they do not have her. The Yakuza does.
They don't know where she's being held.
The NIS created a traceable crypto.
[Jang Kyun] The CIA created it with us.
-When I say jump, then-- -[Owen grunts, pants]
-[tires screech] -[engine revving]
[dramatic music playing]
[music fades out]
[radio static crackling]
[static ends]
-[car horn honks] -[Janus] Where the hell are you?
I'm heading to break into Jang Kyun's apartment.
-I went rogue. -Uh… define "rogue."
No, no. Better yet, hang up and lose my number.
How do I find his dead man's switch?
[Janus] Uh… I don't know.
It's most likely digital.
A release of secrets if he fails to check in or sends a coded message.
And he's too smart to leave any kind of a smoking gun at home.
But there are probably clues
that Operations could use to help figure it out,
so just take pictures of everything.
[Owen] Pictures. Got it.
But if you get caught spying, you are a dead man.
[Owen] Shit. Really? I thought they would just kick me out of the country.
[Janus] Oh, they will.
And then Nyland will have you pulled apart by horses.
[tires screech]
[tense music playing]
[music fades]
-[keys jangle] -[lock clatters]
[door opens]
[quiet, suspenseful music playing]
[door closes]
[phone camera clicking]
[camera clicks]
[breathes heavily]
[grunts, groans]
[in Korean] Motherfucker.
[Korean hip-hop music playing]
[groans]
[both grunting]
[Owen groans, grunts]
[grunts]
[groans]
[dull thwack]
[Owen groans]
[Jang Kyun yells]
[Owen grunts]
-Ah! -[Owen groans]
[groans]
[Jang Kyun groans]
Fuck! Enough!
[laughs, coughs]
[in English] What are you gonna do? Huh?
Are you gonna kill me in your own apartment?
[both breathing heavily]
The police will be here in minutes, followed by the NIS.
That'll be the final nail in your wife's coffin.
You know I'm not stupid enough
to keep the dead man's switch in my apartment, right?
It's the only thing… keeping the CIA from killing me.
Oh, I know.
[heavy breathing slows]
[gun clatters]
[Jang Kyun groans]
This… is our home.
You had no right to destroy it.
I guess I just got a little bit desperate.
You think I'm not?
Nan Hee
is pregnant.
I can't save her without you.
[intriguing electronic music playing]
-[music ends] -[door slams]
[footsteps approach]
Wake up. Someone tried to kill me.
What?
[cork squeaks, clatters]
-[liquor pours] -Hey, where did that come from?
[huffs] The guy who tried to kill me.
-[glass thumps] -Okay, and where is he now?
[Lester] Morgue.
You seen him?
-Uh, no. -[Lester sighs]
-So you think your cover's blown? -I don't know.
But I do know that it's a CZ-75. High-end European special forces weapon.
And the guy was a fucking ninja.
I don't know why they're trying to kill me.
I'm a new operator in the region with nothing on my front burner.
-You wanna stick around and find out? -No!
But if I alert Langley to the possibility I've been compromised,
they'll blame it on me.
Pull me from the field. I'll be rubber-roomed.
My chance at Moscow Station will be done.
Well, as your lawyer and your reluctant roommate,
I recommend that you get the fuck out of Poland,
where someone is trying to kill you,
and go back to DC, where no one is trying to kill you.
-Then we figure out what to do next there. -[glass thumps]
[sighs]
I love that plan. [thumps hand]
[grunts] I'll call the travel office and get us on the first flight out.
Hey.
You think this has anything to do with Nichka?
By Nichka, you mean Owen? Then fuck yeah.
Fuck.
[Dodge] Got bad news.
I don't want it.
Tough. Heavy weighs the crown.
-Lee is dead. -[door lock rattles]
Who's Lee?
Mercenary we sent after Owen last week.
Warsaw cops found his body last night.
You sent the same guy who failed to kill Hendricks to fail to kill Lester.
Not a lot of choices on short notice.
Is there a way to track him back to us?
Give me a little credit. We're completely firewalled.
But?
Owen, Lester, and Violet all booked flights back to DC
through the Agency travel office.
Well, that can't be a coincidence. That means that they are onto us somehow.
-We gotta get back to DC. -I figured you'd say that.
Got us a ride in a Lockheed cargo plane. Wheels up in 90.
Good.
What?
How far are you planning to take this?
I know I owe you for South Sudan,
but I'd rather not spend the rest of my life
in a federal penitentiary.
Or worse.
This is life-and-death for me.
But I… won't blame you if you wanna walk.
[Dodge] No.
I'm good.
Ride or die, right?
Ride or die.
-[Owen] You need to fly back with me. -Nope. I'm staying here.
The fact that the Agency created a cryptocurrency
that is currently being used by over ten million Americans
is a nuclear-level secret, dude.
Which is why I don't wanna be anywhere near the blast radius
when you tell Nyland.
Besides, one of us has to monitor Jang Kyun,
who is doing exactly what while you fly back to DC?
He is heading to the NIS to dig into the recent crypto transactions.
If the Yakuza abducted Nan Hee because they suspected
the crypto she bribed them with, they're gonna start dumping it.
Which Jang Kyun better be super subtle about the way he checks into it.
Otherwise, his boss is gonna get suspicious.
Grace Cho.
[percussive music playing]
What, you got a thing for her?
No. Shut up.
I mean, just don't get honey-potted, right?
God. I should be so lucky.
But the guy is a pro. He can do subtle, right?
[tense music playing]
[card reader trills]
[in Korean] No change.
[music fades]
[suspenseful music playing]
[music building]
-[music stops] -[Grace] There you are.
What were you doing in there?
You have something going with organized crime?
Oh, no. Just looking for Officer Yoon.
I heard he was selling his Peloton.
A surprise for Nan Hee. She's been wanting one.
What happened to your face?
Oh, this?
It's a bit embarrassing.
I fell down the steps in my building, looking at my phone.
Inspiring.
Did you know Owen Hendricks is back on a plane to DC?
Yes, but I'm still working on flipping the other lawyer to find out why--
Listen.
The Director heard rumors that the CIA is up to something.
And he's looking to me for answers.
If you can't get them in the next 24 hours,
I'll find someone who can
and banish you to a watchtower on the DMZ until the world ends.
[tense music playing]
-[card reader trills] -[door opens]
[music fades]
[in English] Thanks for the heads-up you didn't give me on CEG last night.
How didn't that go?
They're on their heels. For now. But they are not diverted so easily.
And they have a real hard-on for Hendricks
and everyone else that got caught up in that Eastern European shitshow with him.
So we're gonna have to keep the whole clown car,
Hendricks, Kitchens, Ebner, and Gilbane,
away from them until a new crisis can steal all the oxygen.
Luckily for us, those four are currently scattered across the globe.
[plane engine whooshing]
[percussive music playing]
[scoffs] Well, Nyland's gonna wanna know why we left Warsaw.
We gotta come up with something good or--
Or you can kiss Moscow Station goodbye?
Yeah, you mentioned it only about a thousand times.
You know, we, you and I, were supposed to be a team. Right?
I mean, Moscow Station was not part of the plan.
What are you saying?
[sighs] What I'm saying is, is that you made your own bed…
[strains] …and I am gonna go back to mine.
Mm. I even think I've got some Ben & Jerry's in the freezer.
It's like he's haunting us.
[Lester sighs]
Only way to get rid of him is an occupational exorcism.
We need a priest.
We need a baseball bat.
Damn.
[woman chatters over PA]
What are you doing here?
Oh, just… lighting a fire underneath that transfer paperwork.
All right.
How about you? Wait, you know what? I don't wanna know.
What happened to your face?
Angry husband.
What happened to yours?
Uh, ninja assassin.
[chuckles wryly]
Everything all right in Warsaw?
Yeah. Why? What'd you hear?
Nothing. You just look like you're on edge.
Nah, man. I'm just…
Any time I'm around you, I always am. [chuckles]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
[inaudible chatter]
That's not good.
[tense music playing]
What's the play? Take 'em out?
[Dawn] Negative.
We're here to see what the fuck is going on.
Then we take 'em out.
Split up. You follow Kitchens.
I'll take Hendricks.
[tense music continues]
All right, so there's Hannah hiding in the congresswoman's closet,
whilst I'm trapped under the bed with the woman's half-naked son.
And I was full-on in cat allergy attack,
trying to hold in a sneeze that would get us all caught.
-No. -[chuckles]
At which point, my college boyfriend
is gonna have to come out to his fundamentalist mother…
[Hannah] Mm.
…whilst we're all high on shrooms.
-Oh my God. -[Terence laughs] I swear.
-How the hell did you get out of it? -[both chuckling]
Hannah called the only person who'd come and rescue us
without a single question asked.
[Hannah] Yeah.
["Hell N Back" by Bakar playing over stereo]
-Owen. -[Terence chuckles]
[Hannah] Mm-hmm.
-Yeah. -[chuckles]
[door opens]
Hey!
-[door closes] -Hi.
-Hey. Uh, welcome home. -Thanks.
Hey. Uh… it's Jae, right?
Yeah. We, uh, met at the State Department.
-[Owen] Right. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Cool. -[Hannah] Mm.
Oh, you guys are dating now?
Yes.
Awesome. Don't let me interrupt dinner.
I just came to drop off my bag and change before heading to the office.
I thought you guys at State kept post office hours.
Um… Mostly. Yeah.
I just-- I have this time-sensitive project.
And… it's not gonna get done unless I do it, right? So…
♪ I remember, I remember I was all alone ♪
♪ Late night, you would call my phone Just to check if I was blessed… ♪
I'll be right back.
♪ Head gone, rolling off the throne ♪
♪ I remember, I remember We was in the park ♪
♪ Late night, made love on the grass ♪
♪ Got my head in the clouds… ♪
Come and eat with us.
It doesn't have to be weird.
It isn't.
You're looking a little worse for wear.
-Am I? -Mm-hmm.
Yeah, he seems like a really good guy.
I'm not just saying that.
You are.
But… he is.
And he makes you happy?
Yes.
Good.
You deserve it.
Thank you.
I don't want you to think I didn't hear everything you said to me in Germany.
-We don't have-- -I do.
I'm trying to learn from my mistakes.
Trying to listen to the person I care about the most in the world.
To be a better man and…
not be so selfish all the time.
To grow up.
Sorry.
Sounded super earnest. Blame the jet lag.
[chuckles, hesitates]
[Jae] Oh.
Hey. I was just looking for the bathroom.
Yeah. You can use mine.
[door closing, shuts]
[lock clacks]
Okay, well, just… [sighs] …come eat something with us before you go.
We ordered from Noshi.
-Whoa! Noshi? -[Hannah] Mm-hmm.
How could I say no to that?
You can't.
[distant siren wailing]
[tense music playing]
[sent alert whooshes]
[tense music fades]
[hip-hop music playing over stereo]
[Terence and Owen chuckle]
-Baba. -[Terence] Mm?
We need furniture.
-[Terence] No shit. -[Owen laughs]
[distant siren wails]
[music continues]
Hey, you know there's some wine too? But you have to fish out a mug.
Add glasses to the list of things that we no longer have.
[Hannah chuckles]
[Owen] I'm good. I gotta go. Thank you though.
Hey, good luck with that project. Gotta stay on your grind, right?
100%. Thanks for letting me crash dinner.
Nothing says thank you quite like a new coffee table.
[Owen chuckles] Coffee tables are for closers.
[door closes]
You good?
I'm good.
[hip-hop music continues]
[music ends]
Well, we can't risk exposure.
-We have to neutralize this threat now. -[Owen] Yes, sir. Uh…
But at this moment, our best option still is to give the graymailer what he wants.
His wife back. We trade her for his dead man's switch.
And how do you plan on getting her back?
Well, the good news is we now know who's holding her.
So I think the next step is to involve Operations.
We need their skill set to locate her and perform an exfil.
There is no way we are running a covert tactical operation in South Korea
without notifying our counterparts at the NIS.
Which we can't do without alerting them that one of their own is compromised,
and that we've been working him behind their backs.
What if we involved Operations without involving Operations?
Lester Kitchens. His transfer paperwork to Operations hasn't gone through yet,
so technically, he's still employed as a lawyer for the OGC.
He could run the op without… anyone… having to notify…
[softly] …NIS.
[intriguing percussive music playing]
What do you think?
You don't wanna know what I think.
All right, bring Lester in from Poland.
Actually, sir, Lester's not in Poland.
[Lester] I'm gonna straight-up murder you!
Whoa! Hey! Hey! I didn't have a choice.
Oh, you had a choice. You opened your big mouth and you uttered my name.
That was your choice. Now my shot at Moscow Station is DOA.
I think it's the opposite.
I think that you're gonna be a hero once you save the director's butt, right?
How is that a bad thing?
Because you have set me up for failure, dude.
I don't have access to any of my Operational resources.
IMINT! HUMINT! SIGINT!
Okay, well, Jang Kyun could get some of that stuff for us.
Oh, you are a fucking moron. You know that?
Have you not learned anything from the Meladze fuck-up?
Do not trust the person who's graymailing you!
So unless you got some kind of other intel on the Yakuza… you SOL.
And I don't know what this weird-ass Schoolhouse Rock acid trip is.
-But you need to paint this wall. -I, uh--
Actually, I, um…
I might.
I got a guy.
-You got a guy? -Yeah.
[Lester] What guy?
[Chinese hip-hop music playing]
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
[lyrics in Chinese]
♪ I been out here all night long… ♪
-[cell phone ringing] -[headset beeps]
-Hello? -[Owen] Oliver.
It's, uh, Owen Hendricks… from Doha.
Ah, yes, of course, Owen. How are you, dear boy?
[Owen] So good.
Listen, uh, I'm here with an associate of mine.
He found out who was holding my hostage.
Oh.
-[Owen] The Yakuza. -Uh-huh.
[Owen] Specifically, the Yamazaki clan.
Wondering if you have any contacts there.
I have contacts everywhere, Owen.
-It's what I do. -[music playing on tablet]
Just one moment.
Uh, Yamazaki clan, please.
[music stops]
Thank you. Yes, Owen.
-What is it you want to know, Owen? -Anything is helpful.
Uh… [clears throat]
We're a bit compartmentalized right now
and don't have access to our normal resources.
It seems the Yamazaki clan have their grubby little fingers
in rather a lot of pies.
Um… drug trafficking, loan-sharking, gambling, prostitution.
And that is adjacent to their legal ventures
of construction, restaurants, nightclubs, and property.
-[tense music playing] -They are based in Tokyo.
They also like to play in… in Russia, South Korea,
and China.
Any idea why they would have taken Nan Hee?
They usually reserve kidnapping for people who owe them money
or… high-status targets that they can blackmail,
so your…
your NGO wife doesn't really fit the bill, does she?
No, I'd hazard a guess that she's become embroiled in one or two of their affairs.
So I shall have to do some, uh… some careful digging
to find out more.
-We appreciate that. -[Lester] Mm.
Any chance that you would, uh, meet us in Seoul?
Yes, I could, uh…
I have a mistress whose rent I pay on a charming little flat in Hongdae.
Great. We are wheels up in two hours. We'll see you there.
-[receiver clatters] -Heads-up.
CEG got pinged you're both in the building.
[tense music continues]
[card reader beeps]
[huffs]
Hi. You're here late.
We were alerted that Mr. Hendricks and Mr. Kitchens are here.
[softly] Not with your card!
Really? I haven't seen them. Last I heard, Lester was in Poland.
[Juno] Cologne.
Or deodorant.
[tense music continues]
-[whispers] Lock it! Lock it! -Fuck!
[lock clacks]
-[Lester] Is it locked? -It's locked.
[door handle rattles]
[whispers] Oh my God.
Wait. Nah, nah, nah, nah.
[door handle rattles]
[whispers] Okay. Go, go, go, go.
Let's get security up here with the keys. We need to check all these offices.
[tense music continues]
-[Amelia] Hey. -[door closes]
I'm, uh…
heading home now.
You're positive you didn't see Hendricks or Kitchens?
[Amelia] Yeah. I seriously doubt that they were here.
-Also, we've been having issues… -[door squeaks]
…with our badge readers the last few weeks.
You know how hard it is to get IT and maintenance to coordinate.
[tense music continues]
Night!
[dramatic music playing]
-What are you-- There's a-- -[panel beeps]
[breathes anxiously]
[dramatic music continues]
[footsteps echo]
[stairwell door beeps, opens]
[elevator bongs]
[music abates]
Miss Gilbane.
[percussive music playing]
Juno Marsh, CEG. I need to talk to you.
Hold the door.
We were not alerted that you'd flown back to the US.
I won't be here long.
Then we should talk now.
[button panel beeps]
[percussive music continues]
[music ends]
[breathing nervously]
[card reader beeps]
[Marcy] So what are you doing in DC?
You've been posted to the Port Louis Station.
And there's no record of your travel back to the US.
With all due respect, if you don't know, it's not my place to tell you.
And what is it exactly that we don't know?
-You really think I was rubber-roomed? -[Marcy] Yes.
It's standard procedure after an officer has been involved in a covert clusterfuck.
Both you and Mr. Hendricks have been sidelined
till there's clarity around the events in Prague.
Okay, let's just go with that, then.
[Juno] What are you trying to make us believe?
That you being rubber-roomed is a cover for some covert assignment?
Well, if I was, clearly, you haven't been read in,
which means you're not trusted.
Not surprising, given that you didn't sniff out Meladze and Goi
as being compromised.
-You're bluffing. -[percussive music playing]
Okay.
What use could you possibly be to the director
after being pulled out of the quicksand in Eastern Europe?
None.
Is it regarding Mr. Hendricks?
We're here all night. You need to start talking.
Look, all I can say without the appropriate clearance
is that Hendricks is an unknown unknown.
A young lawyer who was thrown into the deep end before he could swim,
and now he's running around thinking he's Operations.
It's made him a wild card. And paranoid.
I heard he's convinced he's an assassination target.
But… you didn't hear that from me.
[music intensifies]
[music ends]
[car engine starts]
[huffs]
[idling engine rumbling]
[man on radio] …Street Bridge. This is your top-of-the-hour traffic update.
And it looks like we got a mixed…
-What took so long? -[sighs] CEG.
-Are we fucked? -No. I think we're in the clear for now.
If Lester knew I was the one who sent an assassin after him,
we'd already be in custody.
And by some miracle, Hendricks has been smart enough to keep his mouth shut.
Good.
Those two are up to something, for sure. They just took off on a plane to Seoul.
-Fuck it. We're going. -[percussive music playing]
But don't use any of our established cover IDs.
They'll ping Agency radar.
Get us some new travel docs. We'll fly in on the DL.
It'll slow things down a bit.
You want something done right, you do it yourself.
[plane engine whooshing]
[man over PA] We have a small security issue.
Remain in your seats until it's dealt with.
-[yawns] -[whimsical, intriguing music playing]
[yawns]
[Grace yawns]
[exhales]
[music fades]
[cell phone vibrating]
[Jae sighs]
Uh…
Mind if I take this? I've been dodging his calls all day.
Yeah. Of course.
[woman on TV] You are no longer Hank Tracy.
Hi, Dad.
[Grace] Why is Hendricks here
with another CO masking as a lawyer?
-[Jae] I don't know. -[Grace] Not good enough.
-You need to get me something actionable. -[softly] What about the picture I sent?
Of him and the girl? It was taken about a decade ago.
He kept it with his dad's military memorabilia.
-She means something to him. -You're grasping at straws.
And I need hard intelligence.
That's why I placed you with the ex-girlfriend.
[chatter continues on TV]
Yeah, but I don't think she knows anything.
-She's not with him anymore. -Are you falling for her?
-No. -Pull yourself together.
And get me what I need on Hendricks.
Or I'll release the arrest warrant I have for your drug offenses,
and you will be extradited back here.
Or worse, I'll let the US government know
that you are operating as a spy without official cover,
and they'll arrest you for treason.
[disconnect tone]
[Hannah] Everything okay?
[chuckles] Yeah.
Totally. Just, uh… the normal parent-filling-me-with-anxiety bullshit.
-Yeah, I know the feeling. [chuckles] -[chuckles]
-[unsettling music playing] -[Jae chuckles]
[sighing groan]
[Lester snoring]
[grunts, clears throat]
[music fades]
[clears throat]
[inhales sharply] Hi! Hey. So good to see you again.
I know what you're thinking. "Two more Agency lawyers? WTF." But--
It's fine. You're free to go.
Uh, okay. Yeah. Great.
Thank you.
-That was too easy. -Yup.
Too easy is bad. Right?
Oh yeah. We're definitely leaving here with a full surveillance team in tow.
-That's a problem. -No. I know a surefire way to lose 'em.
Oh. Okay. Cool.
And there's only a 40% chance of us dying horribly pulling it off.
[train horn blares]
Well, I can officially cross
jumping in front of a subway off of my bucket list.
-Hey, you got something on your nose. -What?
Nose.
There's no way they followed us into the tunnel.
Not after they saw what happened to our luggage.
Yeah, but the problem is,
by shaking our surveillance, we started a ticking clock.
We got about 12 hours before Grace Cho pulls a fire alarm
and sends the army to hunt us down.
-Is this the place? -It's the address he sent.
[K-pop music playing on TV]
[knocking on door]
[music continues]
[Lester sniffs]
It's an interesting take… on a safe house.
It's cheap, no one asks for ID, and there's no cameras in the building.
-Here's all the stuff you requisitioned. -Tight.
[knocking on door]
What up?
-[door closes] -[Jang Kyun] Smart.
Cheap. No ID. No cameras.
[Janus] Thank you.
[knocking on door]
-[Owen] Oliver. -Owen.
Thank you for coming. Hopefully you have some good news for us.
I wouldn't qualify it wholly as good, but we can stay local for this.
Uh… the Yamazaki lieutenant that we need to speak to
is currently in Seoul.
Now, I can't set up a face-to-face until you come up with sufficient cover.
Can't we just say we have a vested interest
in her NGO's diplomatic attachés?
[chuckling]
-[chuckles] -What?
You can't possibly use the word "attaché"
without everyone thinking that you are US intelligence.
Can we still use the NGO angle?
The American arm of her nonprofit.
She repatriates Koreans from Sakhalin Island in Russia.
It's kind of niche.
[Lester] What about K&R reps?
I worked an op a few years back
where we set up a kidnapping and ransom firm.
I like it. An NGO worker like Nan Hee could have been covered by her nonprofit.
Okay, so then we get a meeting as K&R guys. Then what?
I mean, it's standard procedure to get a proof-of-life call.
You get her on the phone,
I can trace her location, and we send in an extraction team.
Or… I mean, I'm just spitballing here.
…if we're posing as insurance reps ready to pay for her safe return, then…
[percussive music playing]
…why don't we just buy her back for real?
[Oliver] Occam's razor.
Simplicity in action. Now that is beautiful.
So how much is an NGO worker worth?
Oh, I'd estimate between one and two million dollars.
-Easy. The CIA's made of money. -Hold on a second. That's not--
Dude, I made one phone call
and you handed Nichka 200 grand without blinking.
Yeah, that was from a small discretionary fund.
We're talking about a million dollars. That's real money.
And it's gonna require authorization. And our mandate is to fly under the radar.
[Janus] Correct me if I'm wrong,
but since your transfer paperwork hasn't gone through yet,
Warsaw Station is still technically under the purview of Dawn.
[Lester] It is.
I could pull a million from several different accounts
and just back-paper it later.
-Or leave Dawn holding the bag. -I like that.
[Owen] What about you? Can you get that other million in US dollars?
[Jang Kyun] I can play a similar bureaucratic game.
By the time my superiors find out, this will all be over,
and I'll happily suffer the consequences.
[Oliver] Excellent.
Now, I-- I've gotta make a few calls, and you chaps have gotta get busy.
So… chop-chop, eh?
[grunts]
[suspenseful music playing]
[laptop beeps]
Hey, it's live.
-[keyboard clacking] -[Janus grunts]
[Owen murmurs]
[Owen] Ah.
We have picture.
Boom.
Don't you have any real work to do?
-[keyboard clacking] -Uh, no.
I am here solely to give legal advice,
which, when everything we're doing is illegal in this country,
means I'm watching K-pop videos and dreaming of bibimbap.
[suspenseful music continues]
-[Oliver] A meeting has been arranged. -[music fades]
Now, this gentleman here
is Kenta Nakano.
He's the front-facing member of the clan.
Graduated from Japan's top business school
and is in charge of much of the Yamazaki clan's
semi-legitimate business ventures.
He is cunning and charming and abso-fucking-lutely ruthless.
He's, uh, not a man who is easily fooled,
so you are gonna have to be right at the very top of your game
to pull the wool over his eyes.
What about the angry-looking dude?
-[Oliver] Oh, this chap? -[Owen] Mm.
[Oliver] Yes, um, the closest translation for his Japanese nickname
is "he who brings carnage and agony to our enemies."
It's catchy.
Hmm. If that guy shows up, we are in serious trouble.
Meanwhile, Janus and I will be set up to trace the proof-of-life call,
as a backstop, in case something goes wrong.
But what could possibly go wrong?
[chuckles] Right?
All right, guys, we're at T-minus five hours
until the meeting.
Let's try to grab some shut-eye. We need to be on our A-game tonight.
[Lester sighs]
[Janus] Okay. Well…
[tense music playing]
-[music fades] -[Lester snoring]
[handle clacks softly]
[Jang Kyun] Psst. Where are you going?
I'm getting some air.
-I'm climbing up the walls. -[Lester grunting]
-It's too risky. -[Owen] It's fine.
Trust me.
I'll be back in a few.
[door closes]
[rock music playing]
[singing in Korean]
[in English] ♪ Don't go buying A second toothbrush ♪
♪ Hey, you're not moving in ♪
♪ You're not my boy ♪
♪ Not my boyfriend, no ♪
[sings in Korean]
[in English] ♪ Not my boyfriend, no ♪
[music ends]
[crowd cheering]
Woo-woo!
[in Korean] Thank you. We are Don't Touch My Stuff.
We'll be back for another set at 8:00.
[crowd cheers, applauds]
[applause abates]
-[rock music playing] -[bartender chatters in Korean]
[in English] Hey.
You were… amazing.
-Owen! -[chuckles]
Uh… do you ever make, like, plans,
or do you just always pop up and disappear?
Well, I mean, you know, popping up and disappearing has definitely been my…
MO… as of lately.
Who was the guy that grabbed you at my bar?
You're not really a lawyer, are you?
-Drug dealer? -Ah.
-Hit man for hire? -[chuckles]
Runway model-slash-sex trafficker.
You know, I actually did go to school for the last one.
I just couldn't really take the dieting all the time.
It's complicated. Um…
I am a lawyer.
Just… for the CIA.
[Yoo Jin laughs]
Okay. If you're just gonna fuck with me--
No, no, no, no. I promise. I am. I'm a…
I'm a lawyer for spies.
For real.
That is so fucking cool.
[chuckles] That is definitely not the adjective
that I would use to describe it currently, but thank you.
And you're allowed to tell me this?
Technically, yeah.
I mean, I usually lie.
But I… I kind of promised myself that I wasn't gonna manipulate people
that I actually give a shit about anymore in my life, so I… didn't wanna lie to you.
Well, I wish you had.
Here I am, playing in a crap club, still living with my parents.
You're running around being a sexy spy.
I'm, uh, not a spy.
I'm a lawyer.
Maybe a sexy one.
[chuckles]
[funky rock music playing]
[sighs] I have another set.
But then we can do some more of this.
I wish. I, um… I have to get back to work.
But can I call you later, we'll make a plan?
[inhales deeply]
No.
You're the only thing in my life that surprises me.
So let's keep it that way.
[sighs]
You are fucking this up.
No, I had to… I had to meet my friend.
Okay? I ghosted her, and she deserved an explanation, so I--
Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.
Bollocks.
You were hoping to get your leg over, which normally,
you know, knock yourself out, but… [sighs]
…there is a motel room of people back there
who are putting not only their careers but their lives on the line,
and you seem to just be thinking about yourself.
I've hurt people before, and I am trying to be a better man.
Why?
[scoffs, chuckles] I mean…
I… I think you might be in the wrong line of work with that, Sonny Jim.
You are a mercenary… for psychopaths.
Act accordingly.
Now…
we'd better get our skates on, hadn't we?
'Cause we have got one fucking serious meeting to go to.
[funky hip-hop music playing]
-♪ Here it comes ♪ -♪ And here it comes ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ♪
-♪ So here it comes ♪ -♪ And here it comes ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ♪
-♪ Hey, genre went left so I went right ♪ -♪ Went right ♪
-♪ Things got loose so I came tight ♪ -♪ Gained sight ♪
♪ For this human, no media coolin' ♪
-♪ Radio 1 afternoonin' ♪ -♪ So here it comes ♪
-♪ And here it comes ♪ -♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Here it comes! ♪
-[Janus] So… -[music fades]
…who's gonna fuck this up first?
The chaos agent?
Husband on edge?
-Or the shady Brit? -[scoffs]
As much as I hate to admit it… Owen's a rock star under pressure.
He's just a fucking moron the rest of the time.
-It's our graymailer I'm worried about. -[Janus] Mm-hmm.
[Lester] He's hanging on by his emotional fingertips.
[elevator dings]
Konbawa, gentlemen.
We are here to see Mr. Nakano.
I expect this back.
[patting]
You're really getting in there, huh?
[tense, unsettling music playing]
[distant siren wailing]
[Oliver] Mr. Nakano.
Uh, thank you for taking the time to talk to us.
I'd like to introduce, uh, Mr. Fisk and Mr. Jung.
They represent GFL Insurance.
Will you have something to drink? We stock a full bar.
No.
[case thumps]
[Owen] I'd love a beer. Thank you.
Yes, a single malt. Neat. Thank you.
[tense music continues]
[Kenta sighs]
-Thank you. -[Oliver] Thank you.
-[sighs, smacks lips] -[music fades]
Gentlemen, as our mutual friend here has explained to you,
you are currently in possession of a young woman
whose employer has hired us to negotiate for her release.
Mm, but perhaps, uh, first, we'd like to express our sincere gratitude
for your assistance in… this matter.
Of course. [chuckles]
My apologies.
Look, we know that your time is very valuable,
so we are prepared to offer you one million for her delivery to us.
That is not sufficient.
Well, as I'm sure you're well aware, the policyholder, in this case,
is a charitable organization with limited resources.
What's your price?
[sighs] I told you this guy's gonna fuck it up.
[Owen] Please excuse my colleague's bluntness.
Uh, as you can tell,
we're very eager to resolve this situation.
[door opens]
-[suspenseful music playing] -[footsteps]
[tense music playing]
In order to preserve our reputation,
we are willing to upset our underwriters and go as high as two million.
The price is ten million.
Mr. Nakano, our client is… is an ordinary NGO worker,
so her policy is capped.
We need to bring that number down significantly if--
If you do not meet our number,
I cannot guarantee her continued safety
or survival.
How do we even know she is alive?
We demand proof of life.
[chuckles] He means "respectfully request," obviously.
I meant what I said.
If it turns into a bloodbath, we're just running for the airport, right?
[tense music continues]
[laptop whirs]
[Kenta] As you can see, she is alive.
And mostly unharmed.
[somber music continues]
[Nan Hee groans]
[breathing heavily]
-[wind howls] -[breath quivers]
-[water dripping] -[breathes shakily]
[sobs]
-[tense music building] -[Nan Hee gasps]
-[Nan Hee's breath trembles] -[music swells]
-[Owen] Could you-- Oh! -[music stops]
Oh Jesus. Um…
-[bottle clinks] -[Owen tuts]
I'm…
I'm so sorry about that. Uh, bill me.
I'll have it replaced immediately. [chuckles] I promise.
You see she is alive, so the question is,
are you willing to pay our price?
Mr. Nakano, if I may be blunt,
just to avoid any misunderstandings whatsoever…
the answer to your question is
not a chance in hell.
-[thrum] -[tense music playing]
[Owen groans] Um… Okay.
Oh shit.
[Owen] I cannot go back to my boss and say ten million.
This woman is a fucking NGO worker.
She's not a C-suite executive. He is going to break my balls.
Or he's going to laugh in my face. Or both. And then he is going to fire me.
With all due respect,
you need to be smart here, because you are in the kidnapping business.
We are in the paying-kidnappers-off business.
And we all make a ton of money doing it.
Right? Why?
Because it's a steady, repeatable… revenue stream.
But if you get greedy
and you start asking for more than the market can bear,
it falls apart.
Now,
I am more than willing to go back to my boss and try to get you more money.
But first, you have to adjust your number to something reasonable.
[tense music continues]
What do you think?
The price is the price,
and this meeting is over.
[Owen] If I may--
The Yamazaki hospitality has now been rescinded,
and it's time to get the fuck out of here, okay?
[Owen sighs] Relax.
[clears throat]
-Hey. What-- -Hey.
[softly] Fuck.
I got him.
-Hey, hey. Relax. -[breathes heavily]
-I'm gonna fucking lose her. -I know that wasn't easy for you to see.
She looked so scared.
So hurt. So…
[scoffs] So alone.
But she's not alone. Okay?
You have single-handedly forced
the world's largest intelligence agency to help you save her.
They don't wanna save her. They wanna kill me.
But they can't, because you have all the leverage, for now,
but that could change at any moment.
So you… you need to hold your fucking nerve.
You need to get your head back in the game
because we have to decide what we're gonna do next.
-And we are running out of time. -[case clatters]
-[footsteps departing] -[tense music playing]
[sighs]
-[shower running] -[tense music continues]
[Hannah] Mm…
[shower continues running]
-Hey. -Hey.
What are you doing?
Uh… Sorry. [scoffs] We have that meeting with Congresswoman Meyers next week.
I wanted to review the term sheet, but I left my laptop at my place.
[laptop whirring]
So you're copying… my hard drive?
-[tense music continues] -[chuckles]
What the fuck are you up to?
Nothing.
-I-- Hannah! -Jae!
-Whoa, whoa, Hannah.
-[Hannah] No. -No. Don't. No. Wait.
-Wait. Don't do that. Han-- -[grunts]
-Jae, stop! -No, Hannah!
-[Hannah grunts] -Ow!
-Stop! -Let me go! Let me--
-[Jae] Just let me ex-- -[yells]
-[Hannah groans] -[music stops]
[Jae panting]
-[shower running] -[tense music resumes]
[grunts]
[ominous music playing]
-[shoe squeaks] -[Lester] We found her.
What?
I was able to trace the IP address of the video call back to its source.
-[ominous music continues] -Uh. Great.
Why do your faces look like that?
[tense music playing]
'Cause she's being held in Vladivostok.
-[sighs, in Korean] Shit. -[in English] Wait. You mean, um…
Russia.
[music swells]
[music fades out]
[dramatic electronic music playing]
[music fades out]