The shipment is already in transit.
Let's just say that might have regrettable consequences.
I wouldn't. Open your safe.
I'll pay you a lot of money to walk away.
Shut up. Open the safe.
- Who do you work for? CIA? - Hurry up.
Kill her!
Someone!
Don't walk! Quick!
The woman's up there!
Up there! Kill her!
Catch that *****!
Come on. We both know how long these things take.
We need get it through customs.
Now, I'm working on getting another shipment.
But without the support from the consulate at the UN
we have no chance of that happening on time.
I know, but we don't have time for that.
They're in the middle of a malaria outbreak.
I'm working on another shipment,
but we have to get what we have through customs now.
I'm gonna call you back.
Hey, you.
Are you early or am I late?
Hey.
- I missed you. - I missed you, too.
Happy anniversary. Come see.
- Wait, that's too much. - When we went on that wine run,
it was in the shop next door. I saw you looking at it.
- My turn. - No, no, no.
I need a redo gift. I'm embarrassed. No, no, no.
My... My... My gift.
Big in Japan.
I love 'em. They're my new favourite pant.
Although I do think that year two is cotton. Three is leather.
Oh, you're so much better at this than me.
Try this.
Wow. You really cracked out the good stuff.
You're too good to me, you know that?
Ain't it great? And this is the last piece.
- Ah! How cute. - They need a home.
Think about their little tails wagging. Their hot breath on you in the morning.
No, no, I can't. I can't be trusted to keep something alive.
I almost killed the both of us with that omelette I made.
Well, they only eat kibble, so you'll be fine.
Don't worry. We'll build up to it. Let's get you fed.
No. Can I please just take you to dinner? My treat. I got to redeem myself.
I love the pants. I'm gonna wear them to dinner.
- Okay. - Let's go.
Hm. This is an interesting route to the restaurant.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
Feels like it's almost intentionally out of the way.
- That's just in your head. - Obviously, I have Alzheimer's.
Okay. I'm on to you. Sneaky way to the proposal spot. Romantic stroll.
You really want that puppy, huh?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
- I resent all these accusations. - You're the sickest person.
Do you remember that dinner we had
- with that German doctor we met in Iraq? - Mm-hm.
He and I are going to New York in a few weeks to raise some funds
and recruit some doctors. And I thought you could come.
Finally take a proper holiday.
An actual vacation together. It's been so long. I would love that.
Great.
It'd be great. You could show us all your old college stomping grounds.
First kiss. Your first everything.
We're gonna need a longer vacation.
Besides my glory days, what else is on the touristy menu?
Well, I'm still working out some of the finer details.
- Which are? - Like the Chelsea Hotel,
champagne, clothing optional.
Mm, okay. Now you're piquing my interest.
- Babe, is my phone out there? - Yeah.
- You feeling all right? - I am tired.
Trip took it out of me a little bit.
Why don't you stay home from work today? Work from home?
I mean, bed. I mean... I mean, let's just go back to bed.
That sounds so good. I'd almost kill for that.
- Do you have plans this weekend? - Not set in stone.
Okay. Don't make any.
- Bye. - Bye.
Hey, how was the trip?
Views were incredible. Some of the people could have been friendlier.
Hm. And the client?
Oh, I left him speechless.
- Hmm. - Hmm. Oh.
Hey, a token of my appreciation. For everything.
Ave, you shouldn't have.
- Oh! - Don't worry. It's a knock-off.
It's beautiful. Thank you.
Thanks. How's Maggie?
Homesick. Lucky you married a European. How are you and David?
Great. Except my anniversary gift was a disaster.
Why didn't you tell me there was some kind of gift list thing?
There is?
Next year's fruit.
Hey, don't beat yourself up. You're doing fine.
Every marriage takes effort, especially in our world.
You got plenty of time to work out the kinks.
I tell you what. Why don't you let David and I take you and Maggie for dinner?
Maybe she can share some marriage pointers with me.
Oh, I'm sure she's got a whole bunch.
I'm proud of you, Ave.
We've come a long way since Kandahar.
- Blake. - Yes, sir.
We have lots to discuss.
Pull up the files Avery got from Japan.
- Yes, sir. - Let's go private and fire it up.
Pull up the intel in Kenji's black book.
Business firms used for weapon shipments.
Officials he was paying off. Terrorist networks he was supplying.
But the drive had a lot more than that on it. Kali fulfilled a contract for him.
He's been deviating from his M.O. for the last year.
Pull up the Triad file.
When you were in Japan, this went down in Krakow, courtesy of the Russian mob.
Looks like the Triads were encroaching on their customers.
Guess who's responsible?
Kali did another hit for the Russians?
Why is a top assassin solely taking contracts for the Russian mob?
He also put a bullet in the head of two undercover agents in South Africa.
Maybe this will help us identify him.
That would be one hell of a coup.
Good work, Agent Graves.
Finish your report, and take the rest of the day.
Thank you, sir.
- Pull up Kali's file. - Yes, ma'am.
Arms dealers, drug runners.
All low grade targets.
Why are you deviating?
- Hi, neighbour. - Hey, Abby.
Missed you at the gym the last few days.
- Business trip. - I'm jealous.
Hey, where did you go? Someplace fun?
- Hi, Avery. - Niklaus.
Missed you at the gym.
Hey, you and David want to come over for dinner this weekend?
We have plans.
Don't be a stranger.
Hey, I'm home.
Honey?
Hey, I've been thinking about our New York trip.
I've got a few ideas.
Who is this?
You're home early, Agent Graves.
Where's my husband?
Located in your sister CIA black site
is detainee number 0912749.
Hidden in his fake tooth is a file. You are going to steal it for me.
You have nine hours to get me what I want if you want to see your husband alive.
I want proof of life.
Once you have the file.
No. Proof of life or he's already dead. And this phone call is over.
Avery...
David, listen to me!
There's your proof.
You touch him again, I will break every bone in your ****ing body.
There's a phone booth in an alleyway.
It will ring at midnight.
If you don't answer it with the Canary Black file in hand,
your husband dies.
Failure to comply, as well as any involvement from your agency,
will result in his execution.
- Hello? - Sorina, it's me.
- I need a favour. - **** your favours.
A favour is a ride to the airport. Not the usual bullshit you ask me to do.
You're a hacker.
Don't pretend just because you got a real job, you suddenly have morals.
I'm at work. Call one of your agency hacks.
No, this needs to be off the books. Are you gonna do it?
Or am I telling the Russian FSB about the time you hacked their servers?
Good.
I need you to ping the location of the last incoming call to this cell phone.
Hang on.
The phone's a burner. It's on the south side.
But I need more time to triangulate the exact location.
As soon as I have it, I'll text you the address.
So, are we good?
Hurry.
I sent you home early so you could at least pretend to have a life.
You know me.
09... 749.
Come on, please.
Yeah.
You're not following my instructions, Agent Graves.
Well, that's a character flaw of mine.
You think I didn't know that you'd try to trace the call?
You just stepped on a pressure activated explosive device.
Take a step and you lose your life.
- I'm listening. - Then do exactly as you're told.
Your psych file is quite a read, Agent Graves. "Psychologically astute.
"Prone to self-reliance,
"she's uniquely suitable as a lone wolf due to her lack of a family unit
"and comfortability with high pressure situations and covert identities.
"And a case history of zero failed missions."
If anyone can get me the file, it's you.
So now that we've bonded, I'm assuming you're gonna disarm this bomb.
There is a price for disobeying instructions.
You're expendable.
Show me progress and get me Canary Black.
Get to work, Agent Graves.
Tick tock.
Bouncing Betty, you ***hole.
Can I help you, Agent Graves?
I need to talk to Agent Maxfield.
Service weapon. Security protocol.
No outside weapons on site.
Maxfield.
What can I do for you, Agent Graves?
I believe detainee CPD0912749
has actionable intel related to the case I'm assigned to.
I highly doubt that. He's way above your pay grade.
An arms dealer tried to bargain with intel he says he received from your detainee.
What intel?
He said it involved an assassin named Kali.
I need to know what his connection is.
What did this detainee do exactly?
He got his hands on a top secret, sensitive compartmented information file.
The scope of this breach is deadly.
What's he doing here?
Enjoying fewer rights than if we took him to Guantanamo.
You don't get answers by asking politely with a lawyer present.
We renditioned him here after we caught him trying to get to Odessa.
You guys probably have baggage then. Might be faster if I go in by myself.
I'll be in the other room... monitoring.
Mr Stoica.
I recently met with a friend of yours in Japan.
Kenji Nakajima.
I don't know who that is.
Well, he knows you. According to him, you backchannelled a meeting
because you had something to sell.
He didn't want guns.
Pull up Agent Graves' file.
He wanted cash and lots of it.
I can help you, but this is a two-way street.
I heard the two of you discussed a file.
Canary Black.
Is this Agent Maxfield's idea?
Look around. I'm the friendliest face in here.
So why don't you tell me about the file,
and then I can help you.
**** you, you American cunt.
**** you!
Shit!
I'm taking that file.
Where is it?
What the hell are you doing? You don't pull that shit on my detainee.
Improvising.
We good?
You just killed your career, Agent Graves!
Fix him up.
- Go ahead. - Get me Station Chief Hedlund.
Okay.
She has the file! Lock it down!
Hey, stop!
Graves, down...
Don't move! Don't move!
Agent Graves, only way you're leaving here is on a stretcher.
- Put the knife down. - Not happening, Maxfield.
Read the room. Open the door. Open the door.
****!
Hunt her down. She's a threat to national security.
- Redirect the plane. - Yes, sir.
What the...?
Deputy Director Evans. Yes, sir. Just came over the wire now.
Yes, sir.
Agent Maxfield, I put you in charge of finding Canary Black,
and it was right under your nose the whole time.
I need a blow by blow of what happened. Who is she?
My best, sir. Her father worked for the agency.
Her mother was from the UK.
Both deceased. She was groomed since she was 18.
Aced Langley, passed the Wintertide programme
That's exactly what she is right now.
You mark my words, Hedlund, she's going in the ground
and you're the one that's gonna put her there.
Yes, sir. What file are we after?
Canary Black.
It's a top-secret master list of blackmail material for all government personnel.
We built it to keep track of pressure points
foreign governments might use to flip our people
into spies. Legal, illegal, everything.
From the highest office in the land to, uh...
Well, you, Hedlund.
That affair you had four years ago. It's on the list.
If our enemies get their hands on this,
it will jeopardise the very office of the president
and every department below it.
You have carte blanche to contain this.
I'm taking that file.
I don't understand.
She played you, Hedlund.
You're just too close to her to see it.
Where would she go?
She's a ghost if she wants to be.
- And her husband? - Doesn't know who she is.
David Brooks, civilian.
Works in logistics and finance for Doctors Without Frontiers.
A British national. He's the only family she's got.
Besides you.
Okay. Bring him in.
Scrape her husband's phone calls, texts,
e-mails, credit cards, and get me a map of where he's been.
- Yes, sir. - She has to trust someone.
Sir, his cell has been off the grid for hours,
and he has an ATM withdrawal in Vienna.
There was also a flight booked this morning
under his name and Miss Olga Mirav.
That's one of her aliases.
It leaves Vienna in three hours for Rome.
He's on the run with her.
- Get me teams stationed at both airports. - Yes, sir.
Honey, this isn't the right time.
It's me.
Someone kidnapped David.
They want the Canary Black file.
But there was no file.
This could be Kali.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that. I won't be home till late.
If I could know the contents,
maybe I can figure out who has David, but it's beyond my clearance.
You know, you really should get some rest.
This file is the only chance I have of saving him.
Hey, don't worry about the dishes. I'll do them when I get home.
Go to my house. See for yourself.
Yeah.
I am not a traitor.
Love you, too.
- Everything okay? - Yeah. Yeah.
It's the wife. A bit under the weather.
It's okay, Maggie.
I'm sure Jarvis will sort it out.
I have a set...
of keys.
Downstairs.
Ever consider the husband was taken and the file is a ransom?
All this is a setup.
If that were the case, she would have brought us in.
Rule number one for a kidnap and ransom.
Tear this place apart.
You weren't answering your phone.
So you show up in person?
I need your help. Please.
I don't conduct business here.
I don't have time for decorum. I'm ****ed.
By who?
By whoever's blackmailing me. And now my own agency, which is nice.
- And you're looking for safe passage? - Information.
Get me a list of every foreign agent, assassin and intel broker
- that's currently in town. - That's expensive.
I have the cash in my safe house. I'll pay you when it's done.
Also, I need you to go shopping.
Avery, coming here you're burning a bridge. I hope it's worth it.
Any sign of her?
I'd ask him, but there's a hole in his face.
Well, well, well. Aren't we ambitious, Agent Graves?
Looks like I chose the right woman for the job.
Just trying to crack that glass ceiling.
I took the liberty of cashing out your rainy day fund.
Consider it a tax for jerking me around.
- Bring me the file. - Your intel was wrong. There was no file.
Are you sure that's the game you want to play?
Look, the tooth was empty.
Either you got it wrong or he ditched it before they caught him.
Hello?
Listen to me. Listen to me! I don't have it, but I can get it.
I just need some time.
Stoica had the file, which means you have the file,
which is why your agency is after you. It's 8:00 pm. That gives you four hours.
No, I need more...
Jesus Christ, Avery, this is one hell of a mess.
I couldn't involve you.
You know that's impossible.
I had no choice. They have my classified psych file.
They know everything about me.
Everyone's looking for you.
Deputy Director himself is flying in to oversee the hunt.
Your house was clean.
David's made transactions in Vienna.
He bought two tickets, one with your alias and we can't find him.
- Because he's been kidnapped. - It's not the way it looks.
Of course, it's not how it looks. It's how they want it to look.
They're setting me up to take the fall. What the **** is Canary Black?
It's a blackmail list.
The kompromat on everyone in government with security clearance.
I'm on that list, Avery.
Even if you did have the file,
you couldn't make the exchange, you know that.
- But, David... - I know.
People like us need people like David and Maggie.
- I can't lose him, Jarvis. - We'll find him.
You've just got David killed.
They were gonna kill you. I won't let that happen.
On the ground, now!
Get the **** off me.
- Give me the file. - I never had it.
Let's go.
Did you already make the transfer?
Who were you working with?
Who's the buyer? How did you know about the file? Answer me!
I'm gonna take pleasure in breaking you down, traitor.
How patriotic of you.
Shit. Shit.
Maxfield, we got company.
Get us to base camp. Protect the asset at all cost.
They're boxing us in.
Get us out of here.
- Don't stop! - Car in pursuit.
Requesting immediate backup.
Give me the file.
Niklaus. Where's David? Niklaus, where is he?
Who are you working for? Niklaus, give me a name.
Rurik, are you okay? Rurik, answer me.
By carte blanche, I didn't mean create an international incident.
I have to temper the blowback on this now with my counterpart.
It's one woman, dammit. Just find her. We're going to the NSS.
Her husband never showed at the airport in Vienna.
Like I said, maybe she's been compromised.
More like her accomplices were worried
we snagged her and her husband is in hiding.
I'm not buying it.
She betrayed you. If that's not something you can handle,
then I can talk to Deputy Director Evans and have you relieved.
Consider the angles.
And consider why the hell none of these people have files.
Sir, police just found another body. I'm pulling up the image.
That's Avery's neighbour.
Then we've got a sleeper cell in our outfit.
Your outfit.
I want to know who the hell these people are.
Rurik is dead. I should have been there.
Soldiers die. That's the job.
- You've failed. - We stopped them from getting her.
And now she's back on the run with the file.
Once we get the file...
you'll have your revenge.
Thanks for the quick turnaround and the gear.
Be thankful that I even showed.
I'm told Deputy Director Evans just flew in to personally deal with you.
Good timing.
Do you have a list of names for me?
What's that? A tip?
My safe house was torched.
I don't go out of pocket for anyone.
They have a knack for dying before paying the freight.
I can tell you who orchestrated the assassination attempt
on the French ambassador last month.
I wouldn't be very good at my job if I didn't already know that, would I?
I can give you access to a drop box for a Russian cell operating out of the UK.
Give me the Rolls Royce of intel or find yourself another patron saint.
Kenji Nakajima's dealmaker on the UN Security Council.
Pierre Delacourt.
His cut is routed through his wife's Panamanian shell corporation.
The Kruger brothers are here. Vanya Stover, Stavros the Greek, Kali.
Kali's in town?
That's the rumour.
They say he owes. The Russians said that.
If anybody's capable of this, it's him.
There's not a debt in the world this file couldn't pay off.
What about this guy?
He called himself Niklaus, but his name's Rurik. Austrian.
He and his wife were my neighbours for the past eight months.
His name is Rurik van Klaus. Private contractor.
He worked in Chechnya, Libya, Ukraine.
How does the CIA not have him on file?
Ghosts live longer.
I picked up your shopping list.
Don't call me again.
- Deputy Director Evans? - Yeah.
Sorry to keep you waiting. Director Breznov will see you now.
- Okay, let's go. Wait here. - Yes, sir.
Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.
As you know, we have an issue that needs containment.
You have a rogue agent on foreign soil. My soil.
It's your turf. We want to handle this diplomatically.
Your agency had a gunfight in the middle of the city.
I have dead bodies, burned out cars
and zero patience for your version of events.
You'll find we're very generous to our friends.
And this agent. What did she do?
She stole top secret information.
What exactly do you have in mind?
We work together to hunt her down.
In the light of bilateral cooperation and preferential treatment,
I accept your offer.
But when she's caught, I want to be the first one to interrogate her.
Hello. I'd like a room for two nights, please.
And preferably the west side of the third floor.
Can't get enough of that view.
- That shouldn't be a problem. Miss? - Olivia Oxley.
Stop ****ing interrupting me then!
Keep up appearances.
Anyone asks, it's a pre-scheduled meeting with Breznov
regarding international intelligence protocols.
- I'll be working from my room. - Yes, sir.
Goodnight, sir.
You're wearing a mute mask.
Help! Get in here!
Scream, shout. It won't matter.
It controls the decibel level of your voice.
Stoica didn't have the file. Nor did I betray my country.
What do you call this?
Last resort. Somebody kidnapped my husband to get it.
If that's true, then I'm telling you we can handle this together.
There's more than one life at stake here.
No one knows what's at stake here more than I do.
I don't think you do.
You turn over that file, you're both dead. I promise you.
You have the file and you're gonna give it to me.
I get my husband back. You get your little file back.
Password?
Agent Graves, keep your emotions in check.
Use your goddamn head. I'm giving you one chance to walk away.
I assume you've heard of the Wintertide programme.
The PSYOP stress test. What about it?
I survived it. You want to know what they found?
That you're a crazy *****?
We're not really using that word to describe women anymore,
especially in the workplace. There's been a whole thing.
What they found is that I have an extremely high tolerance for pain.
Are you willing to find out how much pain you can take, Deputy Director Evans?
I'm your goddamn superior. How dare you threaten me?
I appreciate the bravado as much as the next girl.
I will hunt you to the ends of the earth for this.
I'm having kind of a shitty day, sir,
so I'm really gonna need the next words out of your mouth to be,
"My password is..."
I, Nathan Evans, do solemnly swear to support,
defend the Constitution of the United States
against all enemies, foreign and domestic...
Jesus ****ing Christ!
Password?
Victory, Maker, Charlie,
3-0-9-1.
God!
Keep this up, I'm gonna move on to something you're really gonna hate.
Archer, Dexter, Travis, 2-2-3-8.
Like I said, foreign and domestic.
Now you're just pissing me off, sir.
This is a remote detonator.
I'm gonna ask you one more time for your password.
If you lie to me again, I'm going to blow your ****ing head off.
Canary Black is Armageddon. You'll destroy the world as we know it.
Password?
Bravo, Delta, Zulu, 5-7-2-3.
It won't do you any good. You can only access the file on a secure server.
You're a smart one.
- Hello? - Sorina, I have one more job for you.
I need you to find the nearest secure server with CIA access.
This is the last time.
Jarvis speaking.
Jarvis, I need your help. This is gonna put you in a bad spot.
That's gonna be tricky. The anvil's dropping. About earlier...
I need the blueprints for PLK Technologies.
The defence contractor.
They have a military contract with the DOD.
It means they have a secure server to send top secret material.
You realise what you're asking? They'll trace it back to me immediately.
- It's treason. - You're the only one I can ask.
I'll see what I can do.
This could be Kali.
Yep. Yep. That's the deal. Payment for any intel leading to her capture.
You've always believed in me. Believe in me now.
Hey. Thanks for showing up.
Like I had a choice. Let's just get this over with.
What's the plan? Go in and shoot up the place.
Not if I can help it. Ten minutes. In and out.
The drone is a prototype. Autonomy sucks. Still has some glitches.
I'll bring it back. Just give me a warning.
Are you trying to steal industrial secrets or something?
I left my purse inside.
Lock decoder. Earpiece.
- Are you ready? - One minute.
Come on, Jarvis. Come through.
- Let's go. - Okay.
- Com check. - Loud and clear. Take me up.
- You hanging in there? - Save the jokes.
Come and get me in ten.
Come on, come on, come on.
Shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, Christ. Help!
Somebody get in here now!
I don't know why he's not answering, sir. I'm almost at his room. Did he leave?
No, ma'am.
Open the door.
- Hey! - Director Evans!
Get the mask. Get the mask.
- Get this bomb off of me! - ****.
Your badge was just used to access a secure server at PLK Technologies, sir.
It's Agent Graves! She's stealing Canary Black.
Kill access to the server. Inform PLK Technologies they've been breached.
Server room breach. Lock it down.
Change of plan. Get that drone in the air, now.
Uh, okay. Just... Just give me a second.
It's a big building. Where am I going?
I need that drone on the 34th floor.
Eastside hallway window.
Freeze! Don't move!
I need that drone, now!
Shit.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Avery!
Avery, are you alive?
Uh... barely.
Sorina, meet me where we first met.
Uh, yeah. Yeah. I'll be there.
- Oh, my God. Are you okay? - No.
Wait, hey! My car! Hey, come back here!
Stop, you crazy *****!
Oh, my God. I'm so fired.
She broke two of my fingers, strapped a ****ing bomb to my neck.
I want her dead. No, I'm coming to you.
Our girl just broke into secured facility.
I want everyone and everything in their places standing by.
You're crazy. You know that, right?
Get your laptop. I need to know what's on this.
Hurry. I'm running out of time.
Do you know how much that drone cost? I'm so ****ed.
Holy shit.
That's not a blackmail list.
It's a virus. It looks like it corrupts and encrypts all internet traffic,
locks down all the devices connected to it and the result will be full system crash.
No e-mail, credit cards, communication, military satellites.
It's a doomsday virus.
Is it targeted?
Yeah. One for each country.
It uses country code top level domain targeting,
ISP and IP geotargeting and geofencing.
So could you target a specific country without it affecting your own?
Looks that way. But to use that option...
Would stop the world from spinning.
Can you encrypt it for me?
The people who want this, they'll use it. I need to be sure they can't.
I can't guarantee that.
Time's up.
- Come on. - A programme like this, if it's launched,
there is no way to undo it.
Forget you saw this.
What the ****?! My drone and my laptop?!
I need your phone.
This doesn't sound like Kali's MO.
Get the **** out of the way!
- Are you okay? - No. Sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm here.
Come on. Please, please, please.
I'm here. Please call. Please, please.
I want every agent, private contractor and informant on the case.
- Tear this city apart and find her. - We're working on it, sir.
SIGINT is scraping all mobile and electronic traffic in the city,
and we're running facial recognition profiles with CCTV.
Why don't we know who she's working for, huh?
Pull up a list of all foreign operatives in the country.
Her investigations for the last year are all about Kali. Right?
Is that who she's working for?
There's nothing to suggest that, sir.
Sir, it's the director.
Sir. No, sir. We are... That is correct, sir.
- Ready? - Yes, sir.
I've decrypted the Canary Black files
and pre-loaded the requested country file.
Let's go live.
As the world becomes more connected through technology,
so too comes our need to work together.
Our shared enemies are becoming increasingly sophisticated
and have a deep understanding of the blind spots of global policing.
Ladies and gentlemen.
I'm here to ask you a very simple question.
Do you want your country to survive?
You need to see this. There's a potential threat.
We live in a world where bullies thrive...
The weak kneel to survive.
But tonight, you are all equal and must kneel together.
Care of the United States government, I have in my possession Canary Black.
It's a geo-targeted computer virus that will end internet use as you know it.
We had nothing to do with this.
There's a file for each and every one of you.
Stock markets will crash. Government institutions will freeze.
Chaos will be inevitable.
The ransom for saving your country is 1% of your nation's GDP.
The cost of non-compliance, however, will be far more expensive.
As an example of my determination,
please direct your attention to the country of... Singapore.
You have each been sent an account in which to pay the required amount.
This is non-negotiable. You have one hour to comply.
The entire world will be hunting us.
Can they really pay in an hour?
The more time we give them, the more exposed we are.
Prepare to steal a trillion dollars.
Pull up the Singapore satellite feeds and country analytics.
What's going on?
They just unleashed Canary Black on Singapore.
If someone doesn't pay, the world stops turning or he starts World War III.
That's one hell of a blackmail file.
It's more than that.
We built Canary Black as a pre-emptive first strike weapon
to counter the increasing threat of cyber warfare.
It's a digital nuke in the cyber arms race.
It's the highest level of clearance.
Even the president doesn't know about it.
We also built a US file inside it,
in case of a civil war, a coup or an invasion.
There is no workaround, you understand?
We need to find out where the hell this broadcast is coming from.
Where's Station Chief Hedlund?
♪ Her eyes, there was her eyes Her eyes, her whole heart...
Drop your gun... slowly.
We have a tourist.
Station Chief Hedlund.
This is an unpleasant surprise.
Breznov. You're behind this.
- Is he alone? - Yes.
Where's Avery? Is she alive?
If you're alone, that means you're helping her,
which means CIA is not aware.
- Is she alive?! - You should know better, Hedlund.
Don't get attached to people you can't save.
The agency will hunt you to the grave.
You've grown old, my friend.
You're stuck in the Cold War, while I'm fighting a digital one.
Cold War. Digital war. Only the assholes change.
Kill his phone and dump his body.
Consider me impressed, Avery Graves.
Breznov.
I have Canary Black, and now the world will pay for your weakness.
You've made me a very rich man.
You're a bleeding-heart nationalist. This can't just be about money.
And you are an arrogant American with a saviour complex.
The reign of the global superpower is over.
You all treat the rest of the world like servants. But for no longer.
If you release those files, millions of people will die.
Collateral casualties in a war without bullets.
You're blaming the wrong person, Avery.
It is the United States who built Canary Black to be used one day, and it pays.
No, no, it doesn't have to be.
Let me see David. We had a deal.
I consider myself a man of my word.
How did you find me?
By looking in the gutter.
My father was a patriot.
He used this space to interrogate men sent to kill him.
This has always been a place where tyrants come to die.
David.
Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
No! You don't need him. We had an agreement.
- We had an ultimatum. - **** you!
Make it last.
Shit...
You have a lot to talk about.
Your programme is taking us all to the brink of collapse.
This is not our programme.
It's an act of sabotage against my country.
It's an extinction-level event
for our economy. What do we do?
They should pay for everyone's ransom.
...wants an answer.
South Korea paid 10.7 billion dollars.
10.4 billion dollars from Mexico. China, too, 180 billion!
I want total silence!
Mr President.
I'm working on it.
Yes, sir. In light of the danger I have to recommend again that we pay.
It'll buy us time to figure out who's behind this.
Mr President.
This is for Rurik.
David Brooks doesn't know how to do that.
I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean for this to happen.
Who the **** are you?
Your husband.
Tell me the truth or I swear to God, I'll shoot you myself.
Breznov knows about Canary Black because I told him.
It was the only leverage I had.
My source said that Stoica still had the file on him.
We had to make you believe that I'd been kidnapped so you'd go and get it.
This isn't answering any of my questions.
I botched a job for the Russian mob.
They saddled me with a $20 million debt and snitched my identity to Breznov.
But the plan went to shite because there was no file
and Breznov said he would kill you.
You're Kali.
No, then...
Jesus Christ. So everything is a lie.
No. No. Not our marriage.
Our whole life together was totally real.
I'm sorry. I was trying to protect us.
I will deal with Breznov and I will make this right, I promise.
**** you. Find a way to cut their internet feed. I'm gonna stop Breznov.
My Treasury Department made a transfer. Brazil and Sweden have paid as well.
Same with Italy, Egypt and Greece.
We have no choice.
We have to transfer the money.
Otherwise, we might not have a working country in eight minutes!
We can't allow you to be known as the president
that destroyed his country.
Pay it.
No matter what happens,
I will not let the US get away with this.
We must protect our country at all costs.
1.4 billion from Morocco.
Japan is in. 40 billion.
They're ghosting the system. It could take days to find out
- where the source of the feed is. - You got minutes.
China and Russia elevated their alert status. The EU is doing the same.
Everyone is pointing the finger at us. Find me Agent Graves! Where's Hedlund?
M.I.A. Phone's off. We're pinging his cell for a location.
His cell is currently located in the Gretsch neighbourhood.
Also, his computer logs show
he accessed the PLK building blueprints right before it was broken into.
This entire station is compromised.
I want a full tactical team to hit that location, now.
- Let's move. - Should we inform Breznov?
Let's contain this ourselves.
We're at 940 billion. The EU. The US.
They all paid.
Ready the files for China, Russia, Germany, France, the UK
and the United States of America.
It's time to level the playing field.
- What the hell is going on? - It must be overloaded.
Check the breaker.
Come on, hurry.
Make it operational. Quick.
Guys, flip the breaker switches!
Has the breaker tripped?
We need to make sure the lines are connected.
How long until it's operational again?
I don't know yet.
- We need to turn on the backup batteries. - I'm on it.
What's taking so long? Hurry up.
How long will this take...? Hurry.
You go that way.
- How much longer? - Ten seconds.
Seal this room.
Launch the files!
- Launch the files! - I can't! The routers are down!
- We need to get upstairs! - Grab the laptop, move it!
Somebody kill her!
Go!
Come on!
Go, go, go!
I'll cover you. I'll sweep the area.
Come on, come on.
Open the door, hurry!
Move, move, move.
Come on, come on!
Go! Go!
Get online.
Help me! Breznov!
Breznov. Please.
Get to that computer or I'll shoot you myself.
I don't suppose I can bribe you with billions of dollars.
You're the only woman in this world who would turn down that money.
You're putting up a better fight than your husband ever did.
You ****ing *****.
Will you ****ing die?!
Not my ****ing time.
Honey...
Avery...
Are you okay?
I'll live.
So... where do we even start?
Listen, if I could go back and undo everything I would,
except loving you and you letting me.
We can start over. On our own terms, with no secrets, no lies.
We can fix this. We have each other, just like always.
Do we? I'm not so sure. I loved you, David.
Go, go, go!
What are you...? No.
- Some things are beyond fixing. - No.
This is one of them.
We can get through this.
Just give me one more chance.
Avery.
We don't get a happy ever after, David.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
Drop your weapons! Drop your weapons!
- Stay down on your knees. - Drop your weapons!
- Stay where you are. - Don't move!
I love you.
- David! - Stay down!
Don't move!
- Hands, hands! - Stay down!
You know what this is?
Every oath of allegiance you broke.
The estimated damages caused, the crimes you committed.
You got your co-conspirator mentor killed,
your co-conspirator husband killed.
You took the entire world to the brink of war.
A bad luck charm for anyone that crosses your path.
And when we dredge up your husband's body,
he'll be buried in a landfill like the trash he is.
You... have no country.
You have no rights.
You do not exist anymore.
I own you. And for the rest of your miserable life,
I'm gonna make sure you remember that. But first...
I'm gonna return the favour.
God... Goddamn it.
Seems you require medical attention. That will be all, Deputy Director Evans.
Who the hell are you?
You should be receiving a call right about now
that will explain the situation. Do close the door on your way out.
Mr President? Yes, sir.
Quite the tempest you've stirred, Mrs Graves.
Who are you?
My friends call me Elizabeth.
I'd like to offer you a job. You've proven your skills to be exemplary.
And I hire only the best. I'd like you to join MC6.
I don't know what that is.
Well, that's because until tonight, we didn't exist.
I suppose I should thank you for that.
We're tasked with handling only the most critical missions
on the highest scale of the threat alert
beyond the capabilities of the other agencies.
Now, I can make all of this unpleasantness disappear.
Unless, of course, you'd like to rot in prison for the rest of your life.
That's assuming they can contain me.
Is that a yes?
We could use you.
The world needs saving.