ExPatriot

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My name...

My name is Riley...

My name is Riley Connors.

And my father was a us marine.

F***.

My name is Riley Connors.

And my father was a us marine.

My first doll was a GI Joe

and until today,

I was an analyst for the CIA.

- Bill.

- Yeah.

Nothing. Never mind.

Still on for dinner tomorrow?

- Mm-hmm.

- Good luck saving the world.

Can't wait for tomorrow.

They're not watching you.

They're watching everyone.

For two years,

I ran a surveillance team

on select us citizens.

We never required a warrant,

and none of these people

have ever been charged

with a crime.

Yet, we watched them.

I watched them...

At their jobs

at their homes,

in their bedrooms

and I won't watch any longer.

Today, I released evidence

of government spying

and illegal surveillance

committed against

these us citizens.

My name is Riley Connors.

You deserve the truth.

What you do with it

is up to you.

It's okay. You did great.

Trust me.

You'll be a hero by tomorrow.

You're doing the right thing.

My name is Riley Connors.

You deserve the truth.

What you do with it

is up to you.

Whistleblower, a traitor

according to the vice

or a former vice-president,

in any event.

Everyone seems so empowered

to stick it to her.

I just hope they're not in some

sort of surveillance...

These disclosures have caused

significant harm to our nation

and to our safety.

The American people look at us

and and asks us, "keep us safe."

She betrayed her country.

Now, she's a traitor.

No, she's not a traitor.

Riley Connors

is keeping America safe.

Safe from our own

tyrannical government.

According to a Reuters poll

23% of Americans think

Riley Connors is a traitor.

Thirty one percent think

she's a patriot.

What are you doing?

Haven't you been listening?

What are you talking about?

Estelle, we're going to win,

just like you said.

What?

Oh, my god.

I'm so sorry.

Everything went wrong.

The homemade explosive detonated

on a public transit bus

just hours ago.

Authorities have named

rob Temmons, a city bus driver

for more than eight years, as

the perpetrator of this attack

which took his own life

along with 16 others.

Sixteen people?

And one of the names

released just a few weeks ago

by the notorious CIA

Whistleblower, Riley Connors.

This is impossible.

Scene with investigators.

It's unclear at this time if

Ms. Connors was a part of this

act of terror

or if she just failed to see...

You're in a private flight

to Columbia.

Find this address

as soon as you arrive.

He's my brother.

He'll look out for you

till we can figure this out.

We need to go, okay? You're not

safe here anymore, Riley.

Please. You understand?

- Come on.

- Cheer up.

You'll go home someday.

Not unless I'm behind bars.

At least you're from a place

where people are prosecuted

not just taken away

during the night.

Estelle's in town.

The usual place.

Thanks. Go finish your rally.

You should come.

Find something new to stand for.

Just tell Estelle I'll be there.

You changed your hair again.

I only have a few hours

until my next shift.

You can find a better job.

And end my penance so early?

You'd love this country

if you ever impact.

Were you able to talk to bill?

He won't meet with me.

I kept him in the dark

to protect him.

I know. He might need more time.

I'm only asking for a few words.

Even if they're

"go f*** yourself"

at least I'd know

I-i still exist to him.

I brought you to Columbia, to my

home because here it's safe.

You can start over.

I'd rather go to prison than

spend another day in this hell.

They'll send you

to Guantanamo, Riley.

Temmons hand washed his uniform

every night after work,

and then just went...

Stop it.

I mean, how does someone like

that just sleep so easily?

Show me the video, I missed

of him planning his attack

breaking the law,

and I'd know I'd screwed up

but he didn't do anything,

he did nothing

until I put his name

on CNN and...

People have moved on

from that story

and you should do the same.

Wow.

It was never

a story to me, Estelle.

Okay.

Listen, I opened you

a bank account.

There is money in it

to get you sorted.

- Pity?

- No. A life.

And a part of me

can't move on until you do.

Estelle.

Senora Connors?

Riley!

Riley.

How did you find me?

Your friend from the times

is a lot easier

to track than you are.

You owe me a new door, a**hole.

Pascal's my liaison down here.

He can be a little overeager.

You're a field agent now?

A lot has changed in two years.

I'm here on assignment.

- To bring me in.

- No.

I think I have a way

to help you.

Get you home.

Riley, I found you

an opportunity.

You need a presidential pardon

but you got to work with me.

No more secrets.

- Bill, what I did...

- I know, Ry.

Let's just put one foot

in front of the other, okay?

I'm listening.

I'm here on a co-op with

the Columbian national police.

These...

Are the Ruiz brothers.

That's Fernando,

the younger brother.

He did a short stint

in the Cuban secret police

before migrating to Columbia

working his way up

in mid-level corporations.

The older one's Carlito.

A rising star

in the secret police

before he left Castro

with his baby brother.

He handles the physical side

of the business.

Fernando's our key.

He operates the largest

boutique banking network

in south America.

How does he get me home?

Turns out the banks

aren't Fernando's

only source of income.

He also owns a piece

of computer gaming site.

Next wave play.

Millions of us members, very

lucrative, completely illegal.

The CIA doesn't police

virtual gaming.

It does when there's millions of

dollars and illegally laundered

money funds domestic terrorists.

Director thinks Fernando's banks

are top financial creditor.

Thinks or knows?

Right now

it's all circumstantial.

We need bank records, accounts,

proof of transfers.

We can't hack him,

and we haven't been able

to get anyone inside until now.

This is the op-center.

It's a basic set-up, but we're

a small team, so it works.

We've got audiovisual

outside the bank.

Here, I'll show you.

I'm not a field agent.

I'm not even an analyst anymore.

Exactly, but you're in.

It's a great cover.

Even the director admitted

you're perfect for the job.

Mm, because I'm expendable.

If this works,

maybe I get a ticket home.

If not, one less CIA traitor

out there.

Agency wins, either way.

It's the only way

I can get you home.

No more watching

from a cubicle, Riley.

You can look this a**hole

in the eye and take him down.

Not everyone

gets a second chance.

Not everyone deserves one.

You do.

We both do.

Okay.

My name is Riley Connors.

My name is Riley Connors.

My name is Riley...

You're doing

that thing where you

say your name to yourself?

You look good.

That's not what

I'm worried about.

I barely know anything

about this guy and...

- I don't trust myself anymore.

- Then trust me.

Forget about the past.

You have a future

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