You don't sound like yourself.
You're preoccupied when we're talking.
You're not sleeping.
I'm just asking you, what's the difference now?
I don't know.
Something's just off.
You want to tell me your name?
They found me.
Are you sure it was them?
This is not a drill.
I want to amount to more than just a complication
in your story.
It's a different thing now, Zoe.
I don't know who we can trust.
Uh, Assistant Director Harper?
- This is Harper. - In July 1987,
a man under you went M.I.A. near Torkham.
You know the man I'm referring to?
This thing has been buried in the ground for 30 years,
and I wanted it to stay there.
The nightmare scenario is
that Faraz Hamzad wants to see you again
and he convinced someone in the U.S. government
to make that happen.
Your daughter is about to be a part of this.
Faraz Hamzad was a warlord in Afghanistan
during the Soviet invasion.
He had a man in his camp.
Scared the living shit out of everyone over there.
They called him Baba-khorkhore.
And word is, Baba-khorkhore was Dan Chase.
I heard from the Russians
that they had become aware
of a foreign prospecting crew.
This crew
had found a mineral deposit
of unimaginable value.
That mine makes Faraz Hamzad the next president of Afghanistan.
Which is why I cannot tell him.
Chase had a relationship
with your client and with your client's first wife.
Her name was Belour Daadfar.
He's starting to get suspicious about me,
and if I abandon him now, he's going to know
that's not just something that I would do.
You or Angela?
I'm starting to forget what the difference is.
I gave you a daughter.
If Angela Adams is never heard from again,
this can all be laid at her feet.
Where's my daughter?
I know she was with you. Where is she now?
She's been taken.
We're gonna go get her back.
Look, Farad Hamzad can have whatever he wants.
In this case, what he wants is you.
What the fuck is this?
Whoa, back up, back up.
I told you not to leave Hamzad alive,
that it would come back and haunt you,
and you did it anyway.
I never told you what happened that night.
It would've been so easy just to kill him,
like I told you I would.
I couldn't do it.
I couldn't kill him in front of his daughter.
When you were a little girl,
I imagined there was nothing
that could ever come between us.
Then you were taken to a place so far away,
I resolved to remember you as only a ghost.
_
Wherever this leads, we're in this together now.
CREDITS
How long have I been out?
Not long.
How far till the border?
Not far.
Eh.
Gumdrops? Were...
Were you telling me something about...?
Was that a dream?
The Gumballs.
It was the name of her...
Her soccer team.
- Yeah. - Right.
Yeah. You were telling me
how she never had any interest in sports.
And then she woke up one morning,
and suddenly it was a thing.
- She was what? - Nine.
Nine years old.
Was that strange for you?
For her to surprise you in that way?
- Harold... - What?
We're gonna take a break from story time now.
Things are about to get serious. Get your head in the game.
Well, the stories are important.
When we see her again, I want to be able to tell her
how we're trying to make sense of all this.
I want to be able to tell her
how we're trying to understand her,
all of her,
the sides of her she can't imagine we'll ever understand.
And the stories are how we're gonna piece all that together.
We're about to find out if your man knows
how to bribe a border guard properly.
His name is Hameed. He's not my man.
Look, we agreed on this plan.
- All right, all right... - Let's not do this like you had
any better ideas.
Welcome to Afghanistan.
It's a problem if you feel the need
to make sense of things.
Excuse me?
We just crossed a line.
On the other side of it, the deeper we get,
the closer we get to him,
the less sense anything is gonna make.
Well, everything makes sense
if you're willing to do the work to make sense of it.
Not for us, not here.
And I don't mean this in a shitty way...
...but it scares me when you talk like that.
- Like what? - Like a cop.
Oh, yes, God forbid.
Uh, we don't have to make sense of shit.
We're not here to solve a crime.
Emily has been in his possession for three weeks now.
It's taken us three fucking weeks to get this far.
All that's important now
is to get to her as fast as possible and get her out of here.
Please tell me you understand that.
Of course.
- Oh, shit. - Your man Hameed.
- He's not my man. - He was the only one who knew
where we were going.
Wait a minute. Wait. No!
So that's a problem.
Drug gang, maybe.
Pirating cargo coming across the border.
Returning to the problem at hand,
the fact that we have no idea where we're going.
You're gonna have to call her.
I can't.
She's your connection. She set up this plan.
If the plan's in the shitter, you got to call her.
He's not gonna be able to help.
Stop shooting people without asking me first.
Stop assuming that you know what I'm thinking,
and stop telling me what else I should be thinking instead.
Look, we made it this far somehow
without killing each other.
It's just a little further to go.
Let's not fuck it all up now.
We've done it before, you know?
A long time ago maybe, but we did it.
Went into the shit, stuck together,
did a job, did it well.
We just need to remember.
There's a destination set.
It's safe to assume that that's where we were supposed
to meet our contact from the resistance.
This used to be your neighborhood.
You know how to get us there?
That's how you remember it, huh?
That it used to go that well?
This is just outside the valley.
I can get us there.
The bigger issue is, without him,
how are we gonna find the guy?
Ah, Christ.
Please call her.
I'm not calling her.
It says turn left here.
Okay, where the fuck are we going?
If you don't know, just say so.
I know where I'm going.
Because the phone seems to think you're full of shit.
Feel better now?
This is how I remember it,
- in case you were wondering. - How's that?
Doubt. Second-guessing.
Always knowing better. Oh.
I was never as dumb as you thought I was.
I never thought you were dumb.
I was never as reckless, as irresponsible.
Uh, never as...
I don't know, whatever you want to call that thing
that you were so certain I was, I wasn't.
If I were some resistance guys wanting to keep this quiet...
...I'd do it right there.
You haven't been here in decades.
How did you know that was there?
Well, I guess it takes longer than that
for things to change much here.
_
Johnny.
_
Where is Hameed?
We were ambushed on the road. He's dead.
A woman has been kidnapped.
We were assured that the commander and his men
would help us get her back.
We're not soldiers for hire.
The woman was kidnapped by Faraz Hamzad.
_
They will not bother you anymore.
My name is Omar.
We have much to discuss,
but we must be careful.
The Taliban has spies everywhere.
Come.
Our unit is one of the last ones in this part of the valley
offering any resistance against the government.
We're small, but... we have spies, too.
There were whispers in recent days
that an agent with the FBI has been abducted
by Faraz Hamzad,
that everyone expected a response from Washington.
A response that, after several weeks, never came.
You two are the response?
- It's complicated. - Apparently.
The FBI's hands are tied,
but...
Listen, our friend who set this up
is guaranteeing a funding windfall
for your unit if you help us.
We were told that causing Hamzad trouble
wouldn't be a problem for you.
What kind of trouble will this cause him?
The devastating kind.
- What would you need? - Transport into the valley.
Supplies.
Day or two to observe the village and build a plan,
and then we'd move.
20 men, small arms, in and out.
Can you do that?
A day or two to observe the village is not enough.
Oh, well, we have no time to delay.
No one I know has spent any time inside his compound.
It is said that there is a web of hidden passages beneath it.
It would take us weeks to plan it.
A day or two.
We'll handle the rest of it.
You gonna help us or no?
He was a hero,
once, to our fathers.
To my friends,
we only knew Faraz Hamzad
as the monster that lurks at the dark end of the valley,
an angry old man best avoided.
But when the Taliban took control,
the resistance commanders all went to him,
to beg him to lead a fight to keep Panjshir free.
To live up to the stories and make them true.
He refused.
Why?
It turns out,
he has business with the government.
Business so valuable
he'd see the rest of Panjshir on its knees
rather than risk losing it.
What kind of business?
Funny you should ask.
You're looking at what is believed to be
one of the largest deposits of lithium in the world.
The Meshbahar deposit.
Faraz Hamzad found it.
He controls it.
He has plans to exploit it,
and it has made him the most unexpected of friends.
Hamzad, he's no friend of the Taliban.
He hated those guys almost as much
as he hated the Russians during the war.
Yes.
So, how much money must be in the ground over there
to have brought mortal enemies together like this?
How much money must be in the ground
that no one will even talk about how much money is in the ground?
The details of the deposit are held as state secrets.
What do they need Hamzad for?
Why doesn't the Taliban just come in
and take it for themselves?
Because your government has sanctioned them all.
Them and everyone here they know.
Everyone.
Except Faraz Hamzad.
For reasons no one seems to be able to explain,
his name was kept off all the lists.
So he's the man in the middle.
He's indispensable,
and that makes him a very dangerous enemy to have.
Your friends aren't afraid to cross him?
We aren't.
I just want to make sure you aren't
before we go any farther.
I want to make sure you understand what kind of enemy
you face should you choose to continue.
Beyond this point, we will be entering his territory.
The deeper into it we get, the...
the more his presence will be felt.
The stronger his influence,
the harder it may be to turn back.
We're not turning back without her.
This woman who is so important to you...
This woman who is so important to Hamzad.
This woman no one seems willing to talk about.
Complicated, indeed.
Well, I look forward to meeting her.
What are we gonna call these new people we're about to be?
Uh... I'm a little more worried about
what we're gonna tell each other.
What we're gonna tell her.
We're going to tell her nothing.
She will come from nowhere.
In this place, that is the dream, is it not?
To build a future without regard to a past.
Yeah.
That's what she will have.
That's what we'll give her the opportunity to do.
She's afraid of me.
Yes.
But less and less every day.
Well...
Who will we tell her I am?
You will be her father.
The only one she will ever know.
Yeah.
And you must promise me this.
She can never know his name.
She can never know anything about Faraz Hamzad.
I promise.
He will look for her.
And he cannot be allowed to find her.
She would be in such grave danger.
I won't let that happen.
I promise.
Hey.
What? I'm-I'm fine. What is it?
I don't know what's happening to her right now...
...but I also don't know how it helps her
for us to pretend not to be worrying about it.
Listen.
What is it?
What, you need to stop again?
Yeah. You?
Not really.
Okay. I'll wait.
No reason to stop again so soon.
Oh, fuck it.
We're gonna stop!
Again?
Tell me about it.
This is the partner you chose to do this thing?
Yeah.
I assume there are good reasons, but...
...he does not fit.
Not like you, at least.
Uh-huh, how do I fit?
I'm not certain, but... you do.
- Can I ask you something? - What's that?
You know things about Hamzad.
I think you might have been inside his compound.
You are connected to him somehow,
aren't you?
Among the many stories I have heard about him
but find hard to believe is the one about an American
who secretly fought in his service against the Russians.
A living terror, willing to do unspeakable brutality
in the name of his master.
So connected they were,
it was said a monster could be compelled into action
with no more than a thought in Hamzad's head.
They had a name for him, even.
They called him...
Baba-khorkhore.
Is that story true?
Is that monster you?
A good story.
But that's all it is.
A good story.
Nothing in the world more dangerous.
Don't you think?
You guys hear that?
- Yeah. - Taliban patrols.
With Hamzad as an ally, they grow ever bolder.
Camp isn't far.
Let me take you to the commander.
You need to call her.
Now.
Yeah.
- Harold? - Marion.
I'm sorry, I know I said I wouldn't call again,
but we've got a problem here.
We connected with Abdul Nazary's man, as you arranged,
he brought us to their camp, but...
someone had gotten here first.
- Survivors? - No.
Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine. - And Johnny?
- Is he still with you? - We're-we're both fine.
But listen, we need to find another way forward.
What else might you be able to do here to help?
- Give me some time. - We don't have time.
You might as well be on the moon right now, Harold.
I will need some time to manufacture an outcome.
Harold?
I'm just...
trying to figure out how concerned I should be
about who manufactured this outcome.
Until a few days ago,
I hadn't heard your voice in 30 years.
You ask me to help you do the impossible,
I offer you that help freely.
If your first instinct when things get difficult
is that I am trying to manipulate you into ruin,
honestly, why on earth did you call me to begin with?
Do you want me to attempt to find you a new source of help?
Yeah.
Then I shall.
In the meantime, I recommend you ask Ali
to help you find a safe place to hide.
Who's Ali?
Commander Abdul Nazary's man. Ali.
The man who came to meet you.
I assume you're still with him.
Who is she?
Excuse me?
An FBI agent is abducted,
the U.S. government should be moving heaven and earth
to rescue her, and where are they?
Their hands are tied because she is complicated.
This... happens the day when you arrive to rescue her.
Please don't ask me to believe
one has nothing to do with the other.
That one hasn't caused the other.
It certainly seems as though this complicated woman
is the reason my brothers are dead.
What are you not telling me?
Who is this woman my brothers just died for?
Who is she?
Who are you?
The Taliban has many spies.
But I'd like to be something more than one of many.
Faraz Hamzad is jeopardizing all of his influence,
and no one seems to understand why.
I'd like to be the one to know why.
Tell me.
_
What is this?
This is where Abbey would come.
A place she could hide, disappear.
I used it once or twice towards the end.
I left some things in the ground.
Hey, stop. Let me do that.
Come on. Get up.
There's a first aid kit in there.
So, what did we just walk into back there?
Taliban intelligence.
I should've seen it. Stupid.
Well, it's not like it was the first time
you got someone mad enough to put a knife in you.
I was there for one or two of 'em.
Can't imagine how many I missed
since you stopped returning my calls.
Yeah, I sort of stopped doing that.
That's one of the nice things about Vermont.
Yeah, I bet.
This is him?
When was the last time you spoke to your wife?
I don't know.
Maybe you should call her.
Yeah.
You should call Marion, too.
No, she needs time to find help.
It's not like there are competent armed units for hire
growing on trees around here.
You should call her and see if she can get you out of here.
I was wondering how long that was gonna take.
You have people at home who need you.
This is a different thing now.
You know...
I was never as weak as you thought I was.
Never as afraid. Never as incapable
of keeping up with your... heroism.
She's dead.
Emily.
Almost certainly.
She's been dead for a few days now.
What are you talking about?
Well, maybe it took him a day to... get her here.
Maybe it took him two days to work up the courage
to talk to her.
Well, and from there, it's just a matter of time
before she says the wrong thing
and he can't bear it anymore.
What's the matter with you?
Why are you saying this?
Because I've been pretending...
...that it isn't true for days,
and right now it seems silly to continue.
Bullshit. She's trained for this.
She's not going to antagonize him.
No, it won't be like that.
It won't be something she chooses.
Bullshit.
Y-You have no idea what she's capable of.
Uh, you don't even have any idea who she is.
Yeah, I know who he is.
And I know what it's going to feel like
the moment he hears something in her voice...
...or a look in her eye, the way she moves, something...
it's gonna remind him of Abbey.
Or worse... remind him of me.
And the moment that happens,
nothing can protect her from the reaction.
You want to know what it felt like
when she asked us to play soccer out of the blue?
Wasn't surprise, no, it was dread.
Because...
...she asked with such conviction.
She looked so courageous.
Reminded me of him.
And it reminded me that there would always be some part of her
that didn't belong to me.
The part we were lying to her about.
Part that I promised Abbey I'd pretend didn't exist.
The part that eventually would demand to be heard and seen.
You are so afraid of seeing her again,
of having to explain yourself in some way
where this isn't all your fault,
that you don't know what to do.
You're ready to give up rather than just face it.
I'm not giving up.
There's no place else for me to go. There's...
there's nothing else for me to do.
I couldn't leave if I wanted to.
You can.
You have to.
You should.
Harold?
Hey.
Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.
Where are you? Are-are-are you in the hotel or...?
Yeah. We're still... still working on this.
We might have a lead on Angela's location,
but it's taking a little longer than I was hoping.
Harold, I got a phone call this morning.
Oh, shit, Cheryl, y-you don't have to take those.
Just tell them they have to call the lawyers
and let them handle it.
It was from Marion.
It was from your ex-wife.
Sh... she called the house?
She said you'd been in contact.
And she wanted to leave you a number
that you could call day or night if you needed her.
I thought you told me that she'd become someone so dangerous,
you hoped she'd forgotten she ever knew your name.
And you're in contact with her?
Cheryl, you understand how this works.
Sometimes I have to do things
that I can't talk about with you.
Our life is falling apart here.
When are we going to see you again?
Are we gonna see you again?
_
CREDITS