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We've intercepted chatter...

that the weapon is still being

offered to the highest bidder.

Someone other than Boyanov

knows where that nuke is.

It's probably

his daughter, Rayna.

She's really the only

person he's trusted.

Jesus, Cooper,

do you have pinkeye?

Go home. You're going

to infect everybody.

Told you.

No, it's not pinkeye, ma'am.

It's just I'm having a bit

of an allergic reaction.

Well, I'm allergic to disgusting

childhood illnesses,

so stay away from me.

Sorry.

Anyway, you're right.

After Boyanov's death,

Rayna went to a safety deposit

box at a DSK bank in Varna.

The chatter picked up

later that night.

What do we know about her?

I can pull up her file.

That's stuck.

It's just a little warm in here.

Pull up my file...

Jesus! Not my keyboard

with your pinkeye-infected

fingers!

Why don't you just cry directly

into my mouth

while you're at it?

It really is just

an allergic reaction...

Sit down. I'll do it.

- Okay, I'm gonna go sit down.

- Rayna Boyanov.

Majored in international law

at Oxford.

Top of her class.

Been living in London

for the past 10 years.

We know she has been

communicating

with the heads of several

terrorist organizations.

Most ominously...

Solsa Dudaev,

the al-Qaeda-funded leader

of the Chechen Martyrs' Brigade.

We have compelling evidence that

he has the machinery in place

to get that nuke

to New York in time

for next week's

UN General Assembly.

I'm already packed.

One of our sources was told

she has taken up residence

outside of Sofia.

Go get her.

Grab my things, Coop.

Jesus, Cooper, go put on

some sunglasses or something.

I feel like you're a Gypsy,

cursing me with it.

Yep, I'm on it.

Yeah, that's all good.

Fine?

Hi.

Hey, Super Cooper.

Um...

I just was feeling

a little weird about...

Yeah?...some of the stuff,

and I think the intel...

on Rayna's location

seems a little too easy.

I just...

Something doesn't feel right.

It'll be right when

we get Rayna behind bars

and that nuke back in our hands.

Yeah, sure. I just...

I don't know. All my alarm bells

are going off with this one.

Really?

Well, then, it's okay 'cause I have a plan.

You and I gotta stop going

on these awful missions.

Run off together.

Do you mean that?

What?

Do I mean that?

You got me. You kidder.

You sucker! No.

You should have seen your face!

You were like...

Fine, I'm sorry if I...

Don't be.

God, I admire you.

"I admire you"?

Well, did he at least say it

in a flirty tone that says...

"And because of my admiration,

I shall now take my shirt off...

"and penetrate ye"?

No.

The only way he'd

invite me to his bedroom

is if he wants me

to fix his bed.

I'm so stupid.

Can I just have a sip of your wine?

It's quite buttery.

Wow. Okay, we could

order you your own glass.

That was mine!

My life is a disaster.

No, it's not.

I'm 40, I live by myself...

I haven't been

in a real relationship

since Jerry left me

three years ago.

Well, Jerry was a jackass.

When I gave up teaching

to join the CIA,

I thought everything

was gonna be different.

I thought I was gonna be

this amazing spy.

I'm just the same boring

person I was before.

Well, for what it's worth,

I think you're brilliant

as you are.

You're exciting.

Come on, let's cheer you up.

Okay. My nephew

loves this. All right.

Okay. Thanks.

Isn't your nephew three?

My God.

That's the same face.

Okay, this will be different.

Exactly the same face.

This will be different.

Ready? Aah...

That's the exact same thing.

How is that the same thing?

There was a little bit

of tongue there.

Please stop.

That's not cheering me up.

Do you know what?

I'm glad you said that to Fine.

I am, because you

play it too safe.

I still hear my mom's voice...

"Well-behaved women

often make history."

Yes, you do know

the phrase is...

"Well-behaved women

seldom make history"?

Yeah. That's never

how she said it.

What were her others?

"Just blend in."

"Let somebody else win."

Classic.

I got that a lot in high school.

And there was, "Give up

on your dream, Susan."

She used to write that

in my lunchbox.

I mean, look, okay?

What's really so

different between us

and Karen Walker?

I think literally everything.

No, hang on, no,

because you were

just as good as her

at the Academy.

She's had more successful

missions than even Fine.

She's the worst.

Look at her.

She thinks she's so perfect, doesn't she?

"Hi, I'm Karen Walker,

super spy."

Perfect hair.

Perfect face.

She probably cries herself

to sleep every night.

I don't think she probably does.

She probably does.

And not, like,

sort of cute, little tears.

Like, really sort of

silent, kind of big.

I don't think that's what...

Like a sort of upside

down kidney bean.

"This is what I look like

when I'm asleep."

Shut up, be quiet.

She won't know who we are.

She's so full of herself.

Hi. Hey, Nancy.

Hi, Susan.

Hi!

Look at you two cuties

sitting here being all cute.

Aw!

You.

Can I have

an Old Fashioned, please?

The service is really slow.

Super slow.

Good luck getting that in the next hour.

Here you go, Miss Walker.

Thank you.

Wow.

Alan and I go way back.

I come here all the time.

So do we.

Right, Alan?

Hey, Alan. Alan!

Big A, Big A!

Whoo-hoo!

AI! We got a whole...

Miss Walker,

are these two bothering you?

No, thank you.

They're fine. Okay.

Alan!

He's the sweetest.

He totally pretends

not to know. It's a game.

He's funny.

Yeah.

Well, anyway,

I'm taking some time off,

so I'll see you guys

when I get back.

Where are you going?

Capri.

Capri.

Capri.

I believe it's "Cahpri."

That's how the locals say it, anyway.

I wish I could just

stick around here...

curl up with a good book.

But I have a yacht full of

friends waiting for me.

Wow.

Yachts are the worst.

They seem so glamorous, but...

- They're the worst.

- Boo, yachts.

Anyhoo, I'll see you guys

when I get back,

all freckled and tan.

We're gonna see you.

Bye.

Bye!

Sorry.

Susan is ill.

It's her stomach.

My God.

Thank you for that.

Why would you do that?

I panicked.

What a great moment.

Just look at her.

I know. That dress.

Look at that confidence.

You're not even allowed

to smoke in here.

I'm gonna go home.

No, come on.

Yes.

Susan.

Feel better.

Thank you. Yeah.

Fine, you good?

Okay, Coop.

Just pulling up.

Susan, you're killing it.

Good.

It's the chicory.

Yeah.

Any sign of her in the house?

Heat sensors

aren't picking anything up.

There's some kind

of interference.

I don't like this, Fine.

I'm up for the challenge.

Let's go in.

Shoot, there's something

wrong with your camera.

Can you switch it out

for a new one?

Too late.

No security.

Her father would never have

left himself this exposed.

Pull back, Fine.

This is too easy.

I like things that are easy.

My God, Fine!

I don't know how

you do things like that.

Hey.

Who's the finest of them all?

I don't know.

I'm guessing you?

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