But, how? Mr. Saya, how did you...
Akol, don't worry about that. I've taken care of everything.
- And we can work? - Yes.
A good friend of mine has arranged jobs for each of you.
Use the skills that you were taught.
Do what you're told,
and you'll all accomplish great things in America.
Thank you, Mr. Saya.
Thank you for... for giving us this chance.
I didn't give you anything.
You earned it.
I'm gonna miss you guys.
We are going to New York City!
Akol Salih?
Yes?
Do I know you?
No, but I know you.
You and Jaden and Winny are from the Sudan.
You've lived in this refugee camp for most of your lives.
And you are in grave danger.
I think you should go.
Mr. Saya will be back soon.
Mr. Saya is a liar.
The men he works for are terrible people
who do terrible things.
They want to hurt you and everyone in this camp.
Who are you?
Look at the jobs Mr. Saya's friend gives you.
Look at what he asks you to do.
You'll see I'm telling the truth, and when you do,
call this number.
Megan Butani? Who is she?
A journalist.
She's going to save your lives.
Make a choice. You can't have both.
I don't want either, Meg, I hate coffee,
and I really gotta get to work.
What if I told you one of these coffees costs $18?
Then I'd tell you there better be $16 in change
in one of those cups.
I know! But people are buying it.
And that is why I'm writing the article.
All good?
Yeah, just some guy who keeps calling me.
Some guy keeps calling you?
A source.
A refugee from the Sudan wants me to tell his story.
I'm gonna refer him to a friend.
Oh, 'cause... who needs a Pulitzer anyway?
I told you,
I don't want to be the immigrant reporter
who only does immigrant stories.
Do you even know what his story is?
He won't say on the phone.
His last message said him and his brother and sister
are refugees at Camp Iko?
Camp Iko?
- In Kenya? - Yeah.
I mean, the whole thing seems sketchy.
He keeps saying he wants to meet.
Maybe we should hear him out. I'll... I'll take you.
Why are you being weird?
I thought you were going to work.
Camp Iko might be related to an ongoing FBI case.
Which case?
It's about those tattoos, isn't it?
The ones you can't tell me about?
You're not even supposed to know those tattoos exist.
I just think we should go and hear him out.
Fine. I'll call him back.
But you still owe me a taste test.
Hey, it's me, um...
I'm just leaving you another message.
I'm leaving.
Take all the time that you need.
- When you're ready, we can... - No.
I am leaving you.
I should be the one staying at a hotel.
Not you.
So, please... just... just come home.
I love you.
Hi.
How are you?
Hi.
Mm...
I missed you.
How was Morocco?
It was, uh, interesting.
It was hot. Where's Hank?
Oh, my father had to fly to Zurich unexpectedly.
You didn't think to tell me that?
Yeah, like I said, it was unexpected.
I'm your dad's VP of Operations.
What the hell am I even doing here
if he's not going to the Relief Fund luncheon?
Don't worry about him. He didn't get much sleep on the plane.
Yeah, I can see that.
I will be filling in for my father at the luncheon.
And I'll need a date.
All right, when should I pick you up?
You're more than welcome to tag along with me and Tom.
Sorry, what... What is this luncheon?
It's a couple hundred socialites
getting day drunk... hopefully opening their wallets.
And don't forget the shameless self-promotion
and press coverage.
Tom, I assume you'll want a new suit for the pictures.
So, I had our London tailor sent up to our room.
Uh... actually,
I think I might give it a miss this time, if you don't mind.
I'm feeling a big jet-lagged myself.
Well, we won't stay long.
I just have to kiss some cheeks and pose for some photos.
Yeah, sorry, I... I can't.
Why not?
The crowd... and the cameras.
The flashes can be, uh...
The flashes can be what?
Triggers.
Isn't that right TJ? For your PTSD?
I keep forgetting your guy here is shell-shocked.
It's very sad.
Right.
No, I... I didn't realize it was so pronounced.
I apologize if I've been insensitive.
Excuse me, I should get ready.
Hey.
Are you getting my messages?
I have everything I need.
Okay.
If you want anything, Jane...
I have everything that I need.
Hey...
So, Reade called, he's gonna be late.
- He's looking into a tattoo. - Which one?
Well, oddly enough...
Why was he looking into that alone?
I was... just about to get to that.
We can do all the questions first if we want,
- and then I can... - We're good, just go.
Yeah, so, remember the Semaphore Signal tattoo?
It's the one with the three figures
holding the spears and shields?
Black, red and green. The colors of the Kenyan flag.
Right, so we knew that the spears and shields
decoded to the letters I-K-O,
which seemed to be pointing us to... Camp Iko.
The refugee camp.
Yeah, except we couldn't find anything.
200,000 refugees live in that camp.
And anything that seemed like anything
- kept coming up a dead end. - Until now.
A Sudanese refugee from the camp just called Meg.
- Meg who? - Reade's girlfriend.
She's a journalist.
- They live together. - Why?
Not everybody waits until marriage
- to move in with their partners. - No, I mean,
why did a Sudanese refugee from Camp Iko call her?
That's what Reade went to find out.
Akol Salih, arrived in New York with his siblings
Winny and Jaden last month.
Where's Reade now?
He and Meg are getting coffee with them near Union Square.
Why would Roman steer these refugees to Meg and not us?
I don't like this, something feels off.
We saw the Statue of Liberty as we arrived.
It was... beyond words.
I must say that your words are pretty good.
Your English is much better than mine was when I got here.
I fear my brother's and sister's is worse.
I read everything in the camp library.
It helped me improve.
Is that how you got my name?
From an old article I wrote or something?
No, a man gave me this.
Describe this man.
- Ed... - No, please.
Describe him, was he a white man?
Beard? Kind of tall? Really intense?
Yes! That's him!
Are you friends?
No, we're not. Excuse me.
I have to make a phone call.
Babe, do you have a signal?
Well, I did a minute ago.
So did I.
Oh, no... they found us.
FBI! Ladies and gentlemen, I need you to get up
and make your way to the exits.
Stay calm and make your way towards the exit!
- Let's go, move! - What's happening?
We're under attack.
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Guys go that way, to that exit.
So, what else do we know about Akol and his siblings?
We know they got preferential treatment.
Refugees lucky enough to get resettled
have a wait time of three years
while they undergo extreme vetting.
Jaden, Akol, and Winny's paperwork
got approved in only six months.
Well, who sponsored their application?
A non-governmental organization
that works in Camp Iko called One World Alliance.
But it only exists on paper.
The board members, the Executive Director,
all fake except THIS GUY: John Saya.
We need to call the police.
We can't call anyone right now. We have no signal.
Emergency lines always stay open!
Not if they're jammed.
Akol, did you know any of the men with guns?
Only one. His name is Derek.
He's a friend of Mr. Saya's.
He wants to make it look like we hurt people.
What do you mean, hurt people? And who is Mr. Saya?
John Saya's a private military contractor turned N.G.O. advisor
who sponsors refugees.
Yeah, uh, even as I say it, it doesn't even makes any sense.
But his N.G.O. received several contracts
to work in refugee camps worldwide.
- Who gave him the contracts? - The host countries.
Most don't have the resources for day-to-day operations
so they outsource.
Contractors see dollar signs and they come running.
There's a ton of money in the refugee and aid industry.
It really shouldn't be an industry.
Well, it is, and it is worth billions.
All right, come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Okay, barricade the door.
Don't let anyone in here unless it's me, all right?
Wait, wait, where are you going?
To find a landline and call for help.
There are three guys with guns out there.
I know, but I'm not the target, they are.
Just stay here and keep them safe.
I'll be back, all right? I love you.
I love you, too.
So, nobody's checking up on the contractors in these camps?
They tried to, but these camps are the size of cities
with none of the infrastructure.
Is that Reade?
Um... no, it's, uh... I should take this.
- Hey. - Hey?
That's all I get?
I mean, after everything we've been through,
I was hoping for at least a "what's up".
- What's up? - I got your message.
Hey, Clem, it's Jane.
18 years ago, I gave up my daughter for adoption.
I thought if anyone could track her down, it would be you.
I gotta say I was surprised to learn you had a daughter.
Though it sounds like you were, too.
I did some digging, I found something.
Six months ago, Avery was in Berlin.
- After that, the trail kinda... - Uh, Clem, uh...
I'm sorry, I should have called you sooner, but, uh...
Avery's dead.
Where are you?
New York.
Cab driver's gonna need something more specific.
- Wait, you're here? - I got in last night.
I thought we'd have better luck finding Avery together, but...
- I'm sorry you came all this way. - I'm not.
Where are you? I'm coming to you.
No, okay? I can't, I'm sorry.
We can't get a hold of Reade.
There's a fire alarm going off at his location and shots fired.
It's five minutes away, so let's move.
Uhh!
Keep going, keep going!
You okay? Is anyone injured?
- No... no. Are you okay? - I'm fine.
What part of "stay here" didn't you understand?
We heard gunshots.
And then I thought that you were...
Look, I just need to find you guys a hiding spot, okay?
Follow me and stay close.
Clear!
- You again. - This is my job.
It's mine, too.
I was here first.
If by first you mean second.
What, you didn't think it was odd
that there were no guards to stop you?
I took out four guards.
Yeah, four out of ten... You're welcome.
You, too, Larry.
I see you're still rubbing the locals the wrong way.
You know this guy?
Yeah, I've rescued him three times already.
One more and the next one's free.
I'll split him with you, 50/50.
You want the top half or the bottom?
All right, fine, split's gotta be three ways, though.
I got a guy outside, he can drive us outta here.
Your guy ain't interested in no three-way.
Dwire, what the hell, man? She's one of us, you dumb son...
Uhh!
There sure as hell ain't no "us."
Clear!
Come on, guys.
Everyone okay?
Yeah, you get a shooter?
One. How many are there?
Three, I put one down back there.
That still leaves one active.
Where the hell is he?
The FBI just showed up and took the refugees.
Do we cancel the op?
No, we move it up.
Activate Bravo squad.
The attack happens today.
Akol, this is Special Agent Weller.
Uh...
Why don't we start by telling him
what you told Megan and I at the coffee shop.
Per our Sixth Amendment rights,
we request to have counsel present.
Akol, you don't need to...
You, your brother, and your sister aren't in any trouble.
But you are very new to this country.
Now, three gunmen just tried to kill you.
So, we need to know why.
Per our Sixth Amendment rights,
we request to have counsel present.
Okay.
They want a lawyer.
Akol had his Sixth Amendment rights
written on Meg's business card.
Roman must've coached him on what to say.
- No, I did. - What? When?
On the way here.
I... I am not trying to be difficult.
But they are new to this country and in FBI custody,
and they have the right to an attorney.
They were just attacked. I know, so was I.
But given their status, they need to be very careful.
I... I understand you're trying to help.
So are we.
The people who just attacked Akol and his siblings,
they could do it again.
Or they could be planning for something bigger.
We are just trying to do our job.
And I am trying to protect my source.
- He called us. - No, he called me.
She's right. I've been there before.
Sitting in that room, at that table, afraid.
Not knowing what was happening, what my rights were.
I wish I had had someone looking out for me.
With that said, someone wants them dead.
So, if you are really trying to protect your sources,
convince them to cooperate before it's too late.
Yeah, almost ready.
Just because you look amazing,
doesn't mean you're off the hook.
You walk out when I tell you I have PTSD,
and I'm the one on the hook?
Oh, no, you didn't tell me. Victor did.
And I walked out because you're lying to me.
No, I'm not.
We met at a charity function.
A huge crowd with lots of cameras.
I didn't see you shaking in the corner then.
Different situations can... You're still lying to me.
I can see it in your eyes, and don't tell me that's PTSD.
I was crawling out of my skin the night we met.
And the only reason I forced myself there was to get rid
of some of the money my dead best friend left me
so I could stop carrying it like a weight around my neck.
And the only reason I wasn't shaking in the corner...
was you.
You keep me steady like no one I've ever met.
So, what aren't you telling me, Tom?
That I love you.
You don't believe me?
Look me in the eye and tell me I'm lying.
You love me?
Yeah.
You know what it feels like to be let down again and again
by the people who are supposed to care about you?
- Yes. - You suck it up, Tom.
You suck it up for the people you love, and you show up.
- I did. - You don't get to say no
because you don't feel like it,
because it's not convenient for you.
I'm not, I'm right here.
Is Akol talking yet?
Yeah, uh, thanks to Meg.
She has everyone set up in the conference room.
He said he'd tell us everything as long as she was with him.
Is Reade losing his mind?
Yeah...
How are you and Weller?
Not good.
I still love him, but, uh...
I just don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive him.
You gonna run away again?
No.
Good.
'Cause he's not the only one who would miss you.
Don't go back to that hotel room.
Stay at my place.
I promise I won't make you talk about your feelings.
I hate feelings, we can just drink.
The hotel is fine... really.
But if you change your mind, the mini-bar's always open.
Tell your buddy Dwire
this is seriously going to affect his cut.
Yeah, well... Dwire's not my buddy.
I just use him sometimes 'cause he's cheap and available.
Think I'm starting to see why.
Such high standards you have.
So what's your story?
You running an op in Paris alone?
- Nobody watching your back? - You're right.
Maybe I should just hire someone
to shoot me and steal all my money.
All right, what's the plan?
Well, first of all, we gotta get out of these zip-ties.
And into something more comfortable?
I like the way you think.
Are you gonna flirt or are you gonna help me break these?
Why can't I do both?
All right, count of three?
One, two, three!
All right.
One, two, three.
Ah, well, see ya.
Hey, you got a name?
What, for the next time we get zip-tied together?
How 'bout the next time I need a partner?
It looks like I need a new one, and, I don't know,
something tells me we'd make a good team.
Jane.
Clem. And, uh, I wasn't the only one flirting.
You just do it different. It's more subtle.
Maybe I just don't like you as much.
Mm...
We met Mr. Saya in Camp Iko
after it was attacked by a militia.
He taught us how to protect ourselves
and other skills to help us get jobs when we left camp.
And then he sponsored you and got you jobs here?
Yes, delivery jobs with his friend Derek,
who owns a courier service.
The man who tried to kill you?
You said that you think Derek
wants to make it look like you hurt people.
Why do you think that?
Because of what happened to Osman in Germany.
Osman Baris? The church bomber?
Osman was not a bomber.
That's just what the news said!
We grew up with him. He would never hurt anyone.
The news said Osman tried to escape in a van.
And when he couldn't, he blew himself up,
along with two accomplices.
I don't believe it.
Mr. Saya sent all of them to Germany.
Just like he sent you here.
So, you think Saya and Derek did the bombings
and then made it look like your friends did it?
That's why I called you.
I think they want to do the same to us.
What makes you think that?
Because of these.
The circled items on Akol's receipts
are the exact same things used in the German church bomb,
right down to the shrapnel.
Akol said Derek made him drive the van around
and purchase all of those items.
To build a paper trail, get him on CCTV camera
in the attack vehicle.
He also said he followed Derek
and saw him meeting with Saya, yesterday.
Well, there's no record of Saya leaving Kenya.
So, if he's here, he's using forged travel documents.
Why risk coming here himself?
Because he's 89 Delta.
Look, Saya's Military Occupational Skill
is Explosive Ordinance Specialist.
He's the bomb maker.
So now we know his M.O.
One bomb for the target, one bomb for the scapegoats.
But why is Saya planning these attacks at all?
To drum up public fear.
It closes borders and slows relocation efforts.
And it keeps refugees in the camps.
Right, but it's not like there's been a shortage of refugees.
The camps are already an endless revenue stream.
What if it's not about revenue?
What if Roman's pointing us to something bigger?
Well, if he is, we don't know what that is yet.
And Derek is still out there,
which means Saya knows we're onto him.
But as long as we keep the refugees safe,
his attack can't move forward... There'd be nobody to pin it on.
We still have to figure out what the target is.
Akol gave us a list of places they delivered items to.
Hotels, airports, malls.
I've been digging into Saya
through his One World Alliance N.G.O.
He fast-tracked another group of refugees.
Three men from a camp in Thailand.
- Where did they land? - Here in New York,
two days after Akol and his siblings.
Saya's got a backup team.
And if we don't find them,
they're about to be killed in the attack.
Along with God knows how many more people.
You got a minute?
Kinda...
I'm trying to locate the second group of refugees,
but the computer's doing most of the heavy lifting.
- What's up? - It's about Jane's daughter.
Oh, yeah, um...
I would love to be left out of that.
She's mourning the loss of someone she never even met.
I couldn't find much about her online
except a couple of photos.
So, I was hoping you could dig a little deeper.
Just find something to give her some sort of closure.
That's a terrible idea.
I don't know what else to do.
I don't think there's anything you can do.
I know this isn't what you wanna hear, but...
I think you should leave Jane alone.
Not forever. Just for now.
What is it?
We found the second group of refugees.
I have got more questions for Akol.
You can't just throw me out.
I'm not throwing you out.
You are literally throwing me out.
Patterson found something.
We're gonna be discussing details
that I can't share with a journalist, so...
agents are waiting for you. What, in case I refuse to leave?
No, in case someone tries to shoot at you again.
Okay? I've assigned you a protective detail
to keep you safe as a precaution.
At home.
Akol said that he would call me as soon as he is done here.
You can't stop me from talking to him.
I want you to tell his story, so tell it... from home.
Well, all right, then.
I'm just trying to do my job.
- You were great today. - So were you.
Taking control, darting around...
Well, I wasn't darting. I was being tactical.
Mm-hmm...
You wanna get tactical later?
Oh, yes, you know I do, but again, at home.
- Bye. - Bye.
Oh, uh, sorry, heh.
That was a work kiss, it's cool.
Bye, Tasha. Let's get together again
when no one is trying to kill anyone.
Yes, sounds good.
Meg seems to be doing okay.
I thought she'd be a little shaken up.
Actually, I think it might have fired her up.
She's very passionate. One of the reasons why I love her.
Wow...
I think that's the first time I've heard you say the "L" word.
It's, uh, kinda weird.
It'd be weird if I didn't say it, Tasha, we live together.
Yeah, just, just one more minute!
That's the fourth time they've knocked.
Yeah, I should probably get down there
and give my father's speech.
Okay, well, I'll be the guy hiding from all the cameras
and people... shaking in the corner.
Oh, no, we can't go down there together looking like this.
This is... This is not the story
that I want them to write about this event.
- I think you look beautiful. - Yeah? Well...
You look like you just had sex in the green room, um...
Okay, you're off the hook.
- You sure? - Yeah.
No, I'm good, I'll just,
I'll just throw my hair in a bun and head down.
I mean, I can do these things on autopilot.
Just go find Vic.
He hates our Relief Fund events, too,
and he'll be hiding at the bar.
Go find Vic? Thought you said I was off the hook.
Just try not get into too much trouble.
He likes to party.
What's the story with you two anyway?
Me and Vic?
Oh, we've just...
I mean, we've known each other for a long time.
He started from the bottom, worked his way up.
Earned my father's trust, and now he's like a son.
And a brother?
Well, I don't know if I would go that far.
But he's very protective of me.
And... threatened by you.
But I'd like you to be friends, if only because
he's not an enemy that you wanna have.
So keep him close or... keep him closer.
Good advice.
When Saya framed Osman
for the German church bombing,
police found all kinds of evidence in his apartment.
Planted evidence.
So we're looking for an apartment.
- No, I found the apartment. - How?
Well, people think you can't get a credit card without a Social.
But fun tip, you can get
a gas station credit card with almost zero personal...
She ran the Thai refugees' names through the credit bureaus,
and she found gas station cards and a billing address.
We sent a team.
There's no sign of the refugees.
But the whole place is littered with planted evidence.
Our agents are sending me photos as they go through it, so...
All right, laptops, bomb-making materials,
screws, nails, ball bearings...
Saya's making the case against them a slam dunk.
Yeah, why dig deeper
when all the answers are right in front of you?
So if the evidence has already been planted,
that means the refugees aren't coming back.
No, they're in a van waiting to be blown up.
This attack is happening right now.
Hang on, look at this.
A floor plan off one of the laptops.
- The Sloan Hotel. - That's gotta be the target.
Call NYPD, evacuate the hotel. Let's move.
Hang tight, guys.
I'll be right back.
The FBI's at the apartment.
They're catching up faster than expected.
Doesn't matter. Package was dropped.
First bomb goes off in 17 minutes.
As soon as it does, I turn the van
and everything in a 200-foot radius to dust.
This is an emergency evacuation.
Proceed to the nearest exit.
Patterson, we're at the hotel. Where's the bomb squad?
En route now. I had all the rooms unlocked.
The NYPD's clearing the top floors, working their way down.
I'm ripping through CCTV footage,
looking for any suspicious deliveries.
Any sign of our targets or the second refugee group?
Not yet. The hotel's sold out for the tech conference.
Vendors in white vans have been showing up all day.
Okay, let's split up.
We got one bomb in the van and one in the hotel.
- Okay, I've got the hotel. - I got the hotel.
Okay, guess we get the van.
This is an emergency evacuation.
So many white delivery vans.
Where are you, where are you?
We're almost at the conference room.
- What are we looking for? - I don't know yet.
Wait, I've got it.
I just found footage of one of the refugees
rolling in a black suitcase earlier today.
He dropped it in the lobby, so check the luggage room.
We're on our way!
Excuse me, coming through.
What does the suitcase look like?
Uh, it's big and black.
It's a hardtop with wheels and a handle.
This is not very helpful.
Okay, we're gonna have to check 'em all.
Wait, uh, it's got a...
pink airport tag on it.
A lost luggage sticker.
Reade, I tracked the van using traffic cams.
DK0-34M8.
White panel van. No rear windows.
It's parked on the street around the block.
On our way.
Jane.
Okay, Patterson, we found the bomb.
The shrapnel is not inside it.
It's surrounding it.
Okay, we're gonna have to dig it out.
Okay, just remember
that Saya is a pro trying to look like an amateur.
So it won't be a high-tech device, which means
it's probably extremely unstable.
Okay, what exactly do you want us to do?
Just try not to disturb the body of the bomb.
Okay, whoa-whoa, stop-stop-stop-stop.
The components on this side are coming loose.
Okay. I'll hold the bomb together.
Okay.
You move some of that shrapnel,
so we can lift it out.
Okay.
Here we go.
Do you have it out yet?
Yeah, uh, it's crude.
Digital face, batteries, wires...
I don't see a det cord anywhere. It must be hidden inside.
Damn it! We're gonna need a robot.
Bomb Squad's two minutes out.
- Okay, well, we have 46 seconds. - Okay...
Then all we can do is minimize casualties, give me a sec.
Patterson, the bomb is in my hands.
Is this room secure enough that we can detonate it in here?
Nope, that's a load-bearing wall.
The whole building will come down, uh...
Not the mechanical room, not the laundry room...
Patterson?
Can you get it to the kitchen?!
Yes! If you tell us where it is!
Head through the lobby and take a left at the stairs.
Stop! Stop! Get out of here!
I got the van.
I got Saya!
Take your next left,
and then right, then straight down the hall.
There should be an industrial freezer in the kitchen.
It should act like a bomb containment chamber.
Just, you know, colder.
Saya's got the detonator.
It's okay! It's okay, we're here to help.
They're locked inside with the bomb.
Back! I need you to get back!
Uhh!
Go! I got 'em! The refugees are secure!
So's the detonator.
Are you guys gonna make it?
We've got 15 seconds!
Hurry!
Jane, we got three seconds!
Tell me you're in the kitchen.
- Hey. - Are you okay?
Yeah... you?
Thanks for not shooting me and stealing my money.
Well, the night's not over yet.
There's a lot of money on that bed.
That's just in six months.
Imagine what a couple years would look like.
What's with the storm cloud?
Uh... nothing.
I... I just, um...
I missed being a part of a team.
A team or one particular?
Stop running, stop being alone.
Start being here, right here.
You're allowed to be happy, Jane.
Well...
Can't blame a guy for tryin'.
Port Authority just arrested Derek at JFK.
He and Saya both lawyered up, they're not talking.
Any idea why Roman picked Meg in the first place?
Wish I knew.
Any time he's gotten this personal,
it's been to expose one of our secrets.
And why did Roman wanna help the refugees in the first place?
How does that connect to the bigger picture?
Well, there is a connection. It's just not illegal.
So, several of Crawford's companies
hold contracts inside refugee camps.
And he's made huge donations to all of them, including Camp Iko.
Something tells me he's after more than just a tax break.
But what it? What's his endgame?
Come on, man, I thought you were getting the bill.
Night's young, TJ, night's young.
Most people buy the expensive stuff 'cause they don't realize
the expensive stuff is made for American tourists.
This here, it's the real deal.
People just get distracted with fancy things.
Oh, I see.
We're not talking about vodka.
You pissed I told her about the PTSD?
Wasn't exactly yours to tell.
Guess Blake was pretty lucky
that you happened to be in Barcelona when she got mugged.
Right place, right time, huh?
Excuse me.
Yeah?
Wire the money to his lawyer
and don't ever call me on this number again.
Everything all right?
Yeah.
Just a little setback in New York is all.
Why'd you set me up in Morocco?
No idea what you're talking about.
You gave me Crawford's coin, the one that's gonna help
close a $30 billion deal, and then you hired
a couple of guys to steal it from me.
So you could tell Crawford I lost it
and look like a hero when you got it back.
I feel like you kinda just answered your own question.
It was a good plan.
You just hired the wrong guys.
I mean, if you wanna do something right, you gotta...
...do it yourself.
So, what do you wanna do?
- Just forgive and forget? - Not really.
Me neither.
You should have killed me.
I still might.
Yeah?
See you tomorrow.
Not if I see you first.
Run his prints.
I wanna know who Tom Jakeman really is.
Just like that, huh?
I wish I could stay.
Then stay.
I can't.
You're a great guy.
But I already have a great guy.
Then where is he?
You really love him?
I really do.
But...
I'm gonna miss you.
It's madness.
Refugees are the most highly vetted immigrants
entering the United States.
You gonna let me read it
or are you gonna keep dishing out spoilers?
Saya makes them look dangerous.
Makes it seem like the vetting doesn't work,
which means the refugees go back to the camps.
Which means more money for people like him.
Sorry... Just skip to the end.
They're letting Akol stay.
They're letting them all stay.
You should have heard the joy in his voice, it was...
Beyond words.
I could make this story into a whole investigative series.
Of course, I'll have to sideline my expos� on expensive coffee.
Oh, well, there goes your Pulitzer.
What's wrong?
It's my editor.
She wants to put my story on the front page.
That... that's amazing. That's great, right?
It's a lot of attention.
Oh, babe, no...
No one knows anything.
It'll be okay.
Hm.
I don't know why I'm here.
You don't need a reason.
I got your text. What's up?
Remember when I told you it was a terrible idea
to go digging into Avery
and that you should leave Jane alone and do nothing?
Yeah, rings a vague bell.
Well, I did not listen to my own advice.
I took the dates you were in Berlin,
and I wanted to widen the scope,
just out of curiosity.
Here.
That's the hotel where I met Avery.
Yeah, this is you and Avery on the day you met.
And this... is on the day before.
She's meeting with someone.
And if I had to guess,
there is a stack of cash in that envelope.
Can you get a different angle?
I was about to do that when you walked in.
Let me see if I can pull up the time code
and get into another camera.
Oh, my God, is that...
It's Roman.
Wait, does that mean...
It means that he set me up.