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government's major communications.

- How long do we have?

- 24 hours from the moment CONDOR goes active.

- Why 24 hours?

- (DOOR OPENS)

Because it takes 24 hours for the CONDOR

to go active and hack all the programs.

- That's Internet, nuclear platforms, GPS...

- Okay. He can stay.

How did you do that?

(BEEPING)

A smart boy.

We'll talk about this later on.

What's the fallout?

If the CONDOR comes online and the government's

affected trace it back to us, at best,

- we lose their trust.

- At worst?

They see it as an act of war.

Look, is there any way

to reverse the activation?

Yes. My team developed a Patriarch Key.

It'll decompile the entire system,

but it has to be physically uploaded

onto the CONDOR. Cannot be done remotely.

Alright. Get me this Patriarch Key,

and I'll ensure that it gets hand-delivered

to our lead agent

who's already on the ground.

Agent, sir? As in singular?

This gets out it's a PR nightmare

for the agency.

The way it is now, technically,

it's FBI jurisdiction,

which we are not so subtly

pissing all over.

It's just better that we keep

as low a profile as possible.

Alright, this is a need-to-know

basis, alright?

None of this goes out

of this room. Understood?

- Understood? Thank you.

- ALL:
Yes, sir!

- Any leads at the moment?

- None.

- One.

- What's this?

It's a starting point. I brought some of this

stuff to Agent Robertson a few days ago.

He said it wasn't enough to make a case.

So I dove back in.

I did a comprehensive search

of any suspected terrorists,

black market dealers entering

the United States in the past 72 hours...

- and I came up with this.

- The Ciocan?

Mm, remnants of the Bucharest's

dissolved Camataru Clan.

Now, they've been on our radar since '07.

They have a small faction operating

in the southeastern United States.

We have a positive ID on Drake entering

the US via Hartsfield, Jackson two days ago.

There's also been a number of coded

messages originating in Bucharest,

talking about the sale of a "rare bird",

which I assume is code for the CONDOR.

As I told Agent Turner, sir,

this is largely circumstantial.

Yeah. Well, still, it's the only lead

we have at the moment.

Alright. We'll take it

from here, Agent Turner.

Agent Higgins, would you escort

Agent Turner to his apartment

- and see that he stays there?

- Sir, I wanna be a part of this.

You wanna be allowed

to go stateside immediately.

- Yes, sir.

- Well, your request is denied.

Look, your goal

is to get your father back.

My goal is to protect the free world.

I can't have your personal agenda

jeopardizing the mission.

- Those goals, director, are one in the same.

- Time's up, kid. Let's go.

All right, don't worry.

We're gonna call you

the minute we have

any information about your father.

Who's the agent on ground?

Agent Victoria Phair.

Welcome to Newark, New Jersey.

You've been briefed?

I know the what. I don't know the who.

Is there a problem, Agent Phair?

No, no problem.

I just think you should know

I have history with Turner's son.

I wouldn't exactly call "f***ing

while you were at the Academy"

a relationship, Agent Phair.

The Agency is fully aware of your

"relationship" with Leonard Turner's son.

That plus the fact that you've lived

in Jersey, went to college here,

and have an exemplary track

record in the field to date,

you have the perfect alibi to be

operating in and around the area.

Now I'm sure I don't need to reiterate

how important it is for a CIA operative

to not get caught operating

on domestic soil.

It would be a shitstorm

of epic proportions if the FBI,

or any other three-letter acronym,

were to discover your presence here

as anything other than...

a friendly familial visit.

I'm guessing this is the Patriarch Key?

Correct.

Now, according to Sitterson,

you install it directly into the CONDOR.

It is the only way to stop the program

once it's been activated.

Anything else?

Harry, I'm sorry about the way

this is going down.

- (THUNDER RUMBLES)

- Me too.

(GRUNTING)

- Hold him down!

- (CHOKING)

- You've got... to f***ing... chill!

- (TIRES SCREECHING)

- (SPEAKS INDISTINCT)

- (HORN HONKS)

- Son of a...

- (HORN HONKING)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

How the hell does a pencil-pushing desk

jockey take out four highly-trained agents?

Harry Turner's been training to be an agent

since the day his mother was murdered.

SITTERSON:
I'm looking at this guy's file,

and it says he was passed over

for clandestine service... four times.

But... I don't know

how "high-speed" he can be.

The only reason he's not a field agent yet

is because his father's

been calling in favors for years,

getting senior leadership to deny

his applications. He's good.

- What you got?

- DARRYL:
First and foremost, watch your ass.

Sitterson's gunning for you.

And Higgins is pissed.

- Hard to blame him.

- I tapped into the Police Department files,

then called in a few favors

to a buddy of mine in the ATF.

And the Ciocan use a local biker gang to

run guns and meth up and down the coast.

The Infidel Motorcycle Club.

Guess they have a place

called the Garage Bar.

Wonder if they have ladies night?

- Thanks, Darryl.

- Yeah. Anytime, buddy.

(MAN SINGING IN BACKGROUND)

(ALARM BLARING)

(ALARM STOPS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Whiskey.

We don't know you, brother.

We don't like people coming

in here that we don't know.

Are you listening to me, dick-brain?

- That's way too much, babe.

- That's for the bottle and the jukebox.

- MAN:
F*** this guy.

- Jukebox?

- (YELLS)

- (GRUNTING)

I'm looking for Drake Chivu.

You tell me where he is,

and I walk on out of here.

Let's kill this motherf***er!

(YELLS)

- MAN:
And stay out!

- (LAUGHING)

(GUNSHOT)

Put the gun down.

Well, sh*t!

I missed you, too.

Let him up!

(COUGHS)

Alright, everyone, I'd like

to thank you for your cooperation.

Harry, let's go.

- Not yet.

- I swear to god, Harry.

- Harry.

- I said not yet!

Now, we are gonna try this

a whole another way.

- (ALL MURMURING)

- Put down the grenade!

- Vic, you should wait outside.

- I'm not waiting outside.

- Vic, wait outside!

- It's Victoria.

- Vic, will you wait outside?

- F*** off.

- F*** off, huh?

- Wait!

Drake's brother's got

a mechanic shop over at Patterson.

His name's Vinn. We get all our orders

from him. We never talk to Drake directly.

- I swear.

- What's the name of the shop?

A-1 Mechanic.

Now was that so hard?

Who owns the Fat Boy outside?

Give 'em here.

Alright. Let's do this.

(ALL YELLING)

(ALL COUGHING)

- Sir?

- Yeah?

Harry Turner just trashed a Newark,

New Jersey biker bar.

Oh, great!

It seems Agent Harry Turner has just

trashed a Newark, New Jersey biker bar.

(SIGHS)

Okay. Check in

with Agent Phair immediately,

and, uh... prep an asset.

An assassin? Jesus Sitterson,

don't walk the deep end!

I didn't say activate. I said prep.

Come on. Look, I need a safeguard in place,

in case I can't rein in baby Turner.

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