[ Indistinct conversation ]
Reporter: Two freelance American journalists
were arrested by the Syrian military
for "grave offenses to the Syrian people."
There to cover the bloody civil war
and alleged war crimes by the Syrian military,
the two journalists have strenuously
maintained their innocence.
With tensions high between Syria and the U.S.,
it is no surprise that there are growing calls
inside the Syrian government
for the immediate execution of the two journalists.
If they execute two Americans on international TV,
it'll cross a red line the Oval Office couldn't ignore.
We'll be dragged into another war in the Middle East.
The Russians have made it clear that if we take military action,
they'll be forced to support Syria.
We've all seen situations like this go black before.
The president wants to avoid that.
I want the asset in theater by morning.
Understood.
They're being held here, in an old Soviet-era Ba'ath party prison.
Yeah, but I can't find any specs on that facility.
Me neither.
That's because there are none.
We also don't have assets on the ground.
This is sounding better and better.
Syria is locked up tight right now.
Finding a way in without intel or support
is next to impossible.
We have a way in.
30 minutes ago, the white house announced
former president Finnegan as a special envoy
to negotiate for the journalists' release.
Riley, because of your past history with the Secret Service,
you and Gabriel will be embedded in Finnegan's detail.
You're not serious.
Jameson will pose as a doctor
to check on the health of the journalists.
How do you think we're gonna hide this from Finnegan?
We aren't. He's already agreed.
Why would he agree to compromise a diplomatic mission?
If I knew Finnegan had the balls to run interference
on a covert rescue mission, I might've voted for him.
You probably should have. He voted for you.
What do you mean?
In 1998, president Stanwick Finnegan
signed executive order 1451,
establishing a pilot program code-named "Clockwork."
How come I've never been able to access that?
Because the order was never entered into any database.
Only on paper.
Our thinking was that the very people who would want
this program would be the same people
with the means to find it electronically.
So it was Finnegan?
[ As Darth Vader ] Luke, I am your father.
Actually, technologically speaking, I am Gabriel's father.
Once you're in theater, you will break from the team,
locate and extract the journalists,
once you're in theater, and exfil on Finnegan's plane.
The stakes are high.
If we fail, if we're exposed, we are at war.
If we fail, two innocent people die.
And there's that.
God only knows what those kids are going through.
I'm going to ask you again.
What were you doing in Syria without papers?
[ Weakly ] Please.
We're journalists.
You are spies! No, we're not.
We're journalists. We're --
Silence!
Secret Service has been read-in on the extraction,
but obviously they're not cleared for Clockwork.
So I shouldn't do anything too...chippy?
"Chippy"?
Riley Neal? [ Chuckles ]
What do you know? The loner has friends.
You're alive?
You thought I was dead? Or on a desk.
Is there a difference?
Hi. Barber. This is Thomas.
Jameson. Gabriel.
Thriller?
Is that you?
"Thriller"? It was a code name.
I didn't ask for it. Let it go.
When I saw "Riley Neal" in the prep-report,
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Gabriel, Jameson, this is special agent in charge
Charlie Griffin.
He's the D.L. on the mission.
Detail leader. Got it.
That's right. Batman and Robin, hmm?
Which one of you is Robin?
You're here to save Gotham, right?
Look, to be clear, my assignment is tangent.
That's Finnegan.
Secret Service protocol is 90% to the client,
10% to the problem.
While I want you to succeed, obviously,
if you get yourself into trouble,
neither I nor my men will be able to help you.
Is that clear? Unless we only need 10%.
This guy's good, Riley. Keep him.
[ Chuckles ] What?
You didn't always hate him.
Gabriel.
Official reprimand for consorting with a fellow agent?
Damn it, Gabriel, you promised to stay out of my personnel file.
I'm not in yours.
I'm in his.
Yes, absolutely.
[ Gabriel sighs ]
Jameson: Finally, a ride in the comfy seats.
Do you know how many miles I've logged
in military-transport planes?
831,367.
They keep records on everything.
That is so annoying.
You must be Gabriel.
Yes, sir, Mr. President.
Special Agent Chris Jameson, sir. Cybercom.
This is Riley Neal. The protector.
Yes, sir.
[ Sighs ]
I apologize.
This was all just a -- a marvelous theory.
But now here you are.
Can you show me how it works?
I'm sorry. What do you mean?
Tell me something only I know.
I'm not a mind reader, sir.
Do an old man a favor.
[ Whispering indistinctly ]
[ Chuckles softly ]
[ Laughs ]
Sir, do you mind if I ask you a question?
Please.
Why did you allow us to accompany you
on a diplomatic mission when you knew it was a covert op?
There have been 25 men in history who have wielded
the awesome power of the American military
during wartime.
If you asked any one of them what their greatest regret was,
it would be that they didn't have the power to avoid war.
The Syrians are going through the motions.
Talks will break down after day one.
Let's move quickly and bring these kids home.
Yes, sir.
Lillian: One of our nation's most decorated soldiers.
He's a hero, and now our country's most secret weapon.
Gabriel possesses a rare genetic mutation
that allowedus to implant a microchip in his brain.
We connected his mind directly to the information grid.
It's something the chip does that nobody expected.
I can create a virtual snapshot of an event in my mind
and then walk through it.
It's like a virtual evidence wall.
At U.S. cyber command,
we created a highly specialized unit around him...
Amos: Satellite in five.
...and assigned an agent to protect him.
Run!
He's the first of his kind --
the next evolution of intelligence.
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So, what went wrong?
What do you mean?
Riley, you were in the show. The west wing.
After Panama, I figured they'd give you your own detail.
Not my thing. Too much paperwork.
Does he know about Panama?
Panama is classified.
Right.
Really? You and that guy? Shut up.
Finnegan: Damascus.
The oldest continuously inhabited city on earth.
Let's go say hello.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
Keyhole is up and running.
The talks are starting.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Agent Griffin, can you give us
a little breathing room here, please?
Yes, sir.
Gabriel, do you have any intel that'll help me here?
You were right, Mr. President.
They aren't taking this seriously.
Second from the left.
Hafez Shawqat, head of Syrian military intel.
Your garden-variety sociopath.
You know him? I do now.
Russian FSB keeps a photo album of all their friends.
Shawqat's a charmer.
Since the civil war began, he's burned villages,
tortured and murdered women and children. [ Sighs ]
When did you see the FSB files?
I'm in them now.
Half these guys are Syrian secret police.
Pretty hostile room, sir.
You want hostile, go to a DNC fundraiser.
It's okay. I got this.
You go show me we got our money's worth.
Yes, sir.
Medical expedition is away.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Gabriel: We're approaching the prison.
Dr. Jameson here will check their health,
and that should give us a good look at their security.
Lillian: When the talks break down, there will be a rush
to punish us by executing those journalists.
You need to have them back on the plane
before the Syrians realize what happened.
One question.
What if the journalists need a real doctor?
[ Men shouting in Arabic ]
[ Brakes squeal ]
[ Speaking Arabic ]
Jameson: Thank you, gentlemen.
- Or should I say I'd like to shove those AK-47s right up -- - We're in.
The security system is wireless.
They're being held in a sub-basement
in the southwest corner.
There's a steam tunnel I can get them through.
Once the doctors make them presentable,
a guard contingent will arrive
and transfer them upstairs for the dog-and-pony.
You two have to get clear of the building
before the guards realize something's wrong.
Accessing the security cameras now.
I'll start feeding back empty loops on all of them.
Then you should be able to move around the prison freely
'cause now now I control what the Syrians see.
The Syrian medical team is headed down to the prisoners.
Go. We'll meet you at the rendezvous.
[ Door buzzes ]
[ Laughter ]
[ Men conversing in Arabic ]
[ Conversing in Arabic ]
Let's move.
No.
[ Men conversing in Arabic ]
Now.
Their medical people are leaving.
Make your move.
[ Grunting ]
[ Beep ]
[ Neck cracks ]
He set off an alarm! I'm not sure I disabled it.
What kind of show you think I'm running here, bro, huh?
You think we all need a chip in our heads to disable an alarm?
[ Scoffs ] This guy.
Hey, what's -- what's going on? Who are you?
My name is Gabriel.
I'll be serving as your rescue team today.
Guys, I'm in.
Who are you talking to?
Girl looks good.
The other one looks pretty bad.
Pulse is weak, breathing's labored.
I'm gonna have to carry him. No, no, no, no, no. You can't.
Emily, listen. I don't have time to explain.
We have to move quickly. No.
Look, I know you're scared. Just stay on my six.
I'll get you both out.
You're not listening to me!
We're not going anywhere!
You're not Langley? U.S. cyber command.
Cybercom? All right, fine.
Listen closely.
I'm talking to whoever is on the other end of your comm.
A hot extraction is mission-negative.
I'm not burning a year-long red op
by alerting the Syrians I'm back in play.
You want to do me a favor?
You can Charlie-Mike the op and pluck my target.
Then, and only then, do you come back for me.
Who the hell is this woman? [ Gasps ]
You're no journalist.
[ Sighs ] We're CIA.
Heads up! Gabriel, we got two guards headed your way.
[ Sighs ]
We were sent to identify and locate
a scientist working on a missile-guidance system.
They knew we were looking but couldn't find her.
Now they think she's safe.
If we got out, they'd move her underground.
What's her name? I don't have one.
We got a break on it just before we were grabbed.
An Israeli Mossad agent took pictures of her
and uploaded them to a protected site,
a digital dead drop, just before he was killed.
Gabriel, you have 20 seconds.
You got a good memory?
4-7-3-9-dot-I-L. Password -- "geshem."
Find her and deliver her to my people.
They'll know what to do.
Gabriel, get out of there now!
[ Door opens, closes ]
What the hell were you thinking?
I know you're upset, but I'd be careful if I were you.
I'm still the director of the CIA.
We've known each other for a long time, Jeff.
We both know where the bodies are buried and who put them there.
You sure you want to threaten me?
You let my people drop into one of your messes
without so much as a heads-up.
It's not like I was read-in on your mission.
Oh, what is this? Hurt feelings? Don't be ridiculous.
By the time I was briefed,
you were already in the middle of a hot extraction.
Frankly, I was hoping I'd be thanking you right now.
Please. You knew your asset wouldn't leave that prison.
That was a field call, not an order.
Did Weatherly know?
What are you looking for?
You think I'm set up on you?
Are you?
No.
But I'm clocking two of your pavement artists right now.
You've had me in a floating box since I left Angel's Bluff.
Weatherly didn't know.
The president still doesn't.
If we told 1600 that the Syrians are right,
that the prisoners are spooks,
it would leak inside of 24 hours.
The white house is a sieve. It always has been.
Did your people learn anything else
from their visit to the prison? Anything I need to know?
Just the scientist and we're empty on that so far.
Is there anything else we should have asked about?
Not that I'm aware of.
Nothing much changes at Langley, does it?
One of the things I learned from your father --
change is not always progress.
I assume you'll let me know if you find the scientist.
Of course.
I want to find her.
Why do we need her?
Because she's important.
Every country in the region wants a missile-guidance system.
Right now, Syria's arsenal consists of
several hundred Soviet-made scud missiles --
essentially pipe-bombs
attached to highly inaccurate propellant.
But with an advanced guidance system,
the Syrians can make precision attacks
against Tel Aviv, Riyadh, Ankara,
maybe even our bases in the area.
- Have you accessed the photos yet from the digital dead drop? - Of course.
They're all photos of an open air market, taken cloverfield.
What does cloverfield mean?
If you're afraid somebody might find your photos
and you don't want them to spot your subject,
you take a crowd shot.
A four-leaf clover hidden in a cloverfield.
You're the only one that knows where to look.
Nelson: Needle in a haystack.
No name, no idea what she looks like.
She could be anyone. Not anyone.
At Secret Service, we used a profiling assessment
for any anonymous threat.
What do we know?
We know it's a woman.
We know she's a rocket scientist.
All right, so she would need a background in aeronautics,
control-system retrofits, meta-stable feedback design.
How many institutions provide that kind of training?
In the U.S.? Only a handful.
Uh...Caltech, Stanford, M.I.T...
maybe Rice.
[ Scoffs ] Rice?
Don't be a snob, son.
Sorry.
Internationally,
there is E.T.H. In Zurich and Estaca in France.
She would've attended one of those schools
within the last 10 years.
Can you cross-reference?
I can do more than that.
I'm using facial recognition
to see if anyone in the marketplace
attended one of those schools.
I have a match.
Ready for this?
Her name is Susan Hawkins.
She's American.
[ Keyboard clacking ]
Nelson: Susan Hawkins.
Born Dayton, Ohio, September 30, 1977.
PhD aeronautics,
subspecialty in supersonic structural dynamics.
Girl's got skills.
Susan Hawkins married a Syrian national
in Massachusetts in 2003.
Disappeared 2005.
The digital trail ends there.
Well, at least we know where she eats lunch.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Gabriel: What was it? Like a heat-of-the-battle thing?
What? You and your friend Griffin.
You know what the army says.
Nothing like a pitched battle
to stick two soldiers to each other.
Ew.
Seriously, what happened?
It's classified.
I'm surprised you haven't opened the file.
I did. But tell me about it anyway.
We were covering the vice president on vacation.
V.P. and his wife had a fight.
He went for a walk, we followed.
He got into a tussle with some locals.
There were guns.
We got our client out. It was no big deal.
No big deal? That's not what the file said.
It got a little hairy.
You didn't get any recognition.
Because it never officially happened.
That's her.
And that's an SMI shadow.
Syrian Military Intelligence.
They really are paranoid about her.
I'll take care of the shadow. You go talk to Susan.
[ Bell ringing ]
Hello? Hello?
[ Speaking Arabic ]
Sorry.
It's okay, Susan. I know they're watching.
[ Chicken clucks ]
Whoever you are, go. Leave now.
Why don't they trust you?
Hello? Hello?
[ Goat bleats ]
[ Speed-dialing ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
[ Speaking Arabic ]
[ Static ]
[ Conversing in Arabic ]
Hello?
Are you being kept here against your will?
Hello? You have a child.
Please go!
[ Speaks Arabic ]
You don't understand.
My husband, he's one of them.
He brought you here, and now you can't leave.
Please, just leave us alone.
[ Speaking Arabic ]
Riley, you've got 10 seconds.
What are you gonna say to her when she grows up
and learns about all the other mothers and daughters
that were killed because of your work?
What will she think of you then?
[ Speaking Arabic ]
Time's up.
We can help you, Susan.
We can protect your daughter, but you need to come with me right now.
Where is your daughter now?
At her school.
How do you think she'd feel about a half-day?
[ Dialing ]
Mm-hmm.
Impressive.
Secret Service gives you post-9/11 Arabic training?
Semester abroad in Cairo.
I love the desert.
I got a little sick of it, myself.
Too much beige?
Yeah. That was the problem.
And all the guys shooting at me.
Boys and girls? Our day is about to suck.
Guards at the prison just found the body you hid in the closet.
How long do we have? [ Sighs ]
10 minutes before the entire Syrian government comes looking for you.
Cell towers locked out. Alert system's down. Hydraulic gates disabled.
But none of it's gonna hold much longer.
[ Sighs ]
What the hell is Griffin waiting for?
He needs to get the president out of there.
They are not spies!
They're American journalists.
You want something from us.
Well, I'm here because we're prepared to listen.
Killing them won't accomplish anything.
Excuse me.
We just got a message from the plane, sir.
The message was 1451 says it's time to go.
Gentlemen, before we go any further,
I'm going to need to consult with Washington.
I have tangent. We are on the move.
Pull the chain. Repeat -- pull the chain.
All right, we're moving. This way, sir. Sir, please.
[ Door opens ]
Now we just hope she doesn't panic.
Tell your friend to ask my daughter a question.
Tell her it must be these words.
Gabriel: Ask the kid if she's a lion or a mouse.
What? Just ask her.
I'm a lion.
As-salamu alaykum.
Alaykum assalam.
This is D.L. I have tangent at the L.Z.
Where's Gabriel? Here he comes now.
Are these all our people? Not quite all of them, sir.
I'm sorry, Mr. President. I need to borrow your vehicle.
We need something bulletproof. What?
We came here for Tyner and Edwards.
We're not going home without them.
No, absolutely not. You are not taking this vehicle.
Yes, they are, Agent Griffin.
And you're going with them. Sir?
If it's all the same to you, Mr. President, we don't need him.
If you want to break people out of prison,
you're gonna need all the help you can get.
He's right.
Saddle up.
Agent Thomas, cover tangent.
Man: Blue team, that's right.
You know, for a giant slab of impenetrable steel,
this thing handles like a dream.
Gabriel, the parameters of this operation have been satisfied.
Turn that car around and go back to the plane.
Are we clear?
Don't let some inter-agency rivalry
get in the way of doing the right thing, Lillian.
That's not what this is about, and you know it.
Back in delta we had one rule -- everybody goes home.
I knew it! There's a heart in there after all.
I can't hold that plane for you forever.
We'll see you when we get home.
Would someone like to tell me what's going on?
It's gonna be just like Panama, except this time it'll be the three of us.
I thought you said he didn't know anything about Panama.
There's no way to get back inside. Not even for you.
They knew the risks they were taking. We all do.
I really can't get to them, can I? No.
Then what do you say we let the Syrians bring them to us?
What do you mean?
Nelson, go ahead and stop jamming that prison alarm.
In fact, why don't you sound as many alarms as you can?
O-kay.
Yes, all right. Copy that.
[ Keyboard clacking ]
What the hell are you doing?
I'm flooding the social media
and Syrian defense network with chatter about a jailbreak.
What do you mean you're flooding social media?
He means our people back in Washington are.
If the Syrians act as expected, they'll try and move
their most valuable assets out of the facility.
Or they'll line them up against a wall
and put a bullet in each of their heads.
If we leave now, they're dead anyway.
We have motion. We have motion.
Lillian: Is that Tyner? Affirmative.
Gabriel, they're moving the prisoners.
This has to be them.
They have to be in that transport.
Okay, so what's your plan now, cowboy?
What kind of insurance do you get on a bulletproof limo?
Gabriel, no.
Buckle up.
[ Engine revs ]
Riley, this is insane. You can't be part of this.
Relax. You might even get another promotion.
Agent Vaughn -- just like Panama, right?
What's he talking about?
Go ahead, detail leader, tell her. Tell me what?
Your compadre back there took the credit for saving the V.P. down in Panama.
What?
He stole your promotion. That is not true.
Come on, Grif, we're all about to get killed.
You really want your final act to be another lie?
That's how you end up on the down elevator, if you know what I mean.
How can you possibly know any of this?
I read the letter you wrote the V.P.'s wife.
Nice piece of fiction, though a little passive-aggressive.
Wait. You're the reason I didn't make D.L.? You son of a bitch.
[ Tires screech ]
Aah!
Stop!
Where's Gil?
He didn't make it. He's dead.
Come on.
[ Groans ]
Come on, come on. Let's go, let's go.
Go, go.
Riley: Come on, go!
[ Engine revs ]
Heads up. Limo's coming in hot!
Damn. Where in the hell did you learn to drive?
Urban combat driving school. High-threat escape scenarios.
This is D.L. Tangent is safe and sound.
We are go for takeoff. Man: Roger that.
I need it.
Susan: You don't need it.
I do!
Mommy, please, it has my things in it.
[ Sighs ] Fine.
I'll get it.
You stay here.
Lillian, any word?
They just left Syrian airspace, headed for Washington.
[ Sighs ]
The things we do to protect our children.
[ Chuckles ]
Wait a minute.
What is it?
CIA revoked Susan Hawkins' passport
and stripped her of her American citizenship.
Well, they thought she was a traitor.
They told us they didn't know who she was.
This is dated
less than a month before they sent their agents in.
So, if they were planning to extract her,
why take away her citizenship?
Because they never intended to bring her home.
Gabriel... it was a wet op.
CIA was sent to kill Susan Hawkins.
You scared me.
A little girl needs her crayons.
Is everything okay?
I'm just so glad we found you.
Susan, step back. Emily, show us your hands.
Let her go.
Are you crazy? You can't shoot a gun on a plane.
It only matters if I miss.
She's a great shot, Emily.
You should do what she says.
Aah!
Why, Emily?
I'm on-mission till told otherwise.
I think she just told you otherwise.
[ Sighs ]
Aah! That's a lot of blood.
Isn't that a lot of blood?
Second time she saved your ass. Stopped being such a baby.
[ Groans ]
[ Tires screech ]
Talk about irony.
He'll probably get another promotion.
Great.
You knew he screwed you over, didn't you?
I had a feeling.
You didn't want to be detail leader anyway.
For what it's worth, you're exactly where you belong.
Excuse me.
Son. Yes, sir?
I've been thinking about this,
and I just can't get my mind around one question.
Why? Sir?
Why would a man volunteer for something like this?
A computer in his brain?
Gabriel doesn't like to talk about it, sir,
but the truth is he did it for love.
Love?
Love of country, naturally.
Sounds like you're running for office.
[ Chuckles ] Not me, sir.
You play golf? Yes, sir.
That chip help your golf game?
I wish.
Good. Then we'll play.
I'd be honored, sir.
For what it's worth,
you're exactly where you belong, too.
Thanks.
Thriller.
[ Sighs ]
[ Indistinct conversation ]
It's time for you two to kiss and make up.
Despite what you may believe, the mission was not wet
unless we couldn't extract the scientist.
Emily went off-book.
If that were true, she'd be in prison.
I won't tell you how to parent, so don't tell me.
And you're okay with this?
It's complicated.
Not to me.
You kept us out of a war, Lillian.
We're all appreciative of that.
Spare me.
I read your after-action report.
Your team was impressive.
That report is classified.
I'm the director of the CIA. I'm cleared.
Not for this, you're not.
We've decided to bring Jeff in on this.
You've decided? And who's we?
The president.
Why?
Checks and balances.
What the hell does that mean?
I couldn't help but notice
that the asset diverted from the primary objective.
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Yes, Jeff, he diverted,
and, as a result, your agent was liberated.
I would think the chip would make him more predictable.
He improvised.
It's one of the reasons we chose Gabriel.
He's a human being. Unlike Emily Tyner, apparently.
There's a thin line between improvisation
and insubordination.
Wait a minute.
What's going on here?
Checks and balances.
The president is concerned about the day
when we're not gonna be able to control Gabriel at all.
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