The November Man

I'm going back to work.

Don't worry,

I checked her out.

Scenario:
Agent

falls in love with girl.

Agent runs 'em up.

Girl gets kidnapped.

The other guys wanna know

the agent's source.

What does he do?

What do they do

to the girl, hmm?

- Is there a point to this?

- Yeah.

Over your right shoulder.

- Us or them?

- How the f*** should I know?

Does it really matter?

You feel the need for

a relationship? Get a dog.

Channel four.

Oh, sh*t! Mason, give us a hand

with this mike, will you?

Want me to put your corsage

on too, Miss Prom Queen?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Sit on this and twist.

You're funny.

Hanley.

Right.

We have confirmation.

There's definitely a credible

threat. We've got 2O minutes.

You ready?

Mason, you ready?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready.

- Comm check, one, two.

Good hunting.

COPY-

Hi, there.

Ambassador, I'm gonna

need your clothes.

We believe there may be

an attempt

on your life this morning.

Target is male,

Caucasian, 35 to 40.

- Wanna bet your life on that?

- No. I'm betting on you.

This is it, Peter.

I'm in

the yellow building,

green shutters,

left of the clock tower.

How many potentials?

Too many.

I don't like it.

Call off the op,

we don't have the coverage.

We're not calling this op.

Body armor is not

gonna stop a head shot.

I've been having

these headaches, anyway.

Blue suit, two o'clock.

Got him.

He's moving.

Hold your shot.

Hold your shot.

Check your line of fire.

Don't shoot!

- No, he's moving on you.

- Do not shoot!

Devereaux?

Jesus.

He tagged you,

I had to hit him!

What the hell

was I supposed to do?

Learn to take orders.

No! No, no, no...

Peter? There is a man

outside by the water.

He says he knows you.

That's it?

No "Hello, Hanley,

good to see you"?

- "Been a long time"?

- You still out of Berlin?

Berlin? Christ, no.

The action's moved,

my friend.

The frontline

is now in Belgrade.

You look good.

Better than him, at least.

- Kargan.

- Retirement got him fat.

- Not her, though.

- Oh, God.

Craig.

They knew the risks.

We all did.

We lD'd the killer.

Alexa Demoystria.

Contract killer out of Moscow.

She's cutting a swath through people

who have no business dying.

Agency thinks

it's Arkady Federov

killing anyone or anything

that reminds him of his past.

The guy's gonna be

the next Russian president.

What's this got to do with me?

Natalia.

You'd be proud of her, Peter.

After you left, she got

very close to Federov.

But she wants to come in.

She has something on him.

Something that's scaring

even her.

- What?

- A name.

Claims it changes everything.

And if she's right,

how long before you think

she's gonna join these?

You go in,

you get her out.

Moscow to Petersburg.

Cross the border to Helsinki,

I'll meet you there.

She asked for you.

Only you.

She won't give you the name

until you bring her out, right?

She always was a ballbuster.

Drone's airborne.

Exfil on standby.

Monitoring.

Bravo! Bravo!

Do you have a link

to the drone?

Yes, we do.

Rendezvous with

the extraction team in...

...four minutes.

We have eyes

on the prize.

Traveling northbound

on Tverskaya.

Message received from prize.

We are five minutes

from exfil.

Langley's online.

What time is it there, Perry?

You don't need to be

in on this one.

If our girl's actually got

something on Federov,

a lot of people are interested.

Subject's nearing

extraction location.

Sir, we have an issue.

- Who?

- It looks like FSB.

The Russians

have made her.

Get in the car!

Peter! Why are you here?

Whose car is that

she got into?

Whoever it is,

it's not us.

How is Lucy? Hmm?

She misses you.

I miss her too.

Both of you.

We're tracking

from parallel streets.

Plotting intercept location...

Tverskoy Boulevard.

Belgrade Control, send 42.

Mason's got the ball.

- No! Perry, you can't!

- Belgrade Control, send 42.

Mason's got the ball.

- Op One.

- Copy.

Forty-two. Confirm.

Forty-two, confirm.

You have a name.

lneedit

Right now,

I need the name!

Mira Filipova.

- Yes.

- Mira Filipova.

Mira Filipova.

Peter, you're blown.

Forty-two complete.

Peter...

She was one of ours, Weinstein.

It was over when

the Russians made her.

We did her a favor.

Go, go!

Get down!

I've tapped

into a CCTV feed.

What the hell's

going on?

Op One, this is Control.

Respond.

What happened?

Op Two, respond.

It was Devereaux.

It was goddamn Devereaux!

What was he doing here?

Who's Devereaux?

Peter Devereaux,

one of ours.

Active '77 to '08.

Used to work with Hanley.

I'm on the next plane down.

Bring Mason in.

Mira Filipova.

Go, go, go!

- Oh, Smokey!

- I think this belongs to you.

Come here, you dumb cat.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

She spends so much time

in my apartment,

she should pay some rent.

She likes you better than me.

Would you like to come in

for a cup of coffee?

I just made some.

Tastes like home.

Sorry, work.

Hello?

Hi, I'm looking for

Alice Fournier.

Alice!

- Can I help you?

Yes, hello.

My name's Edgar Simpson.

I'm an investigative journalist.

I work with The New York Times.

I want to talk to you

about this man.

Arkady Federov.

He's a Russian politician.

I'm researching a story on him.

- Hello.

- Hello.

I have reservation.

Why didn't you shoot?

Here.

Why didn't you shoot?

Yes, Mr. Mason,

why didn't you shoot?

There was no threat, sir.

The man who just assassinated

your entire team

is pointing a gun at you,

and you say there was no threat.

Devereaux was disoriented.

He didn't expect to see me there.

He was doing exactly

what I would have done.

We tried to kill him.

He killed us.

You gleaned all this

in less than two seconds?

Yes, sir.

The question remains:

Why didn't you shoot?

Why didn't he shoot?

- You think you know Devereaux?

- Just let me find him.

If I can talk to him, maybe I can

stop this from getting crazy.

You don't know him.

I know how he trained you.

No connections.

But there were things

in this world

that mattered

to Peter Devereaux.

People he let inside,

people he loved, perhaps.

And we just killed

a very important one.

And now he'll come after us

with everything he's got.

That's how he's wired.

He killed three of our people.

The call is to

terminate Devereaux.

Do you have a problem

with the call?

I do what I'm told to do, sir.

Hard drive's OK.

I think I've got something here.

What do you got?

It's what we're looking for.

The last search that Hanley ran.

See what else

you can find.

Uh. Everything's a real mess.

What a clusterfuck.

Hi. How you doing?

I got some stuff for you.

Look, this girl, Mira,

arrives Belgrade late '90s.

UN refugee.

She's processed by these two.

They hand it off

to a social worker,

this woman, Alice Fournier.

Two or three other girls

were friends.

You know,

prostitutes, junkies.

Last trace of your Mira

was a decade ago.

If she was anything like her

friends, she's probably dead.

Give me her.

Here you go.

She has lunch plans.

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