FBI: Most Wanted (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Silkworm - full transcript
After a former counter-intelligence officer is caught leaking classified information to a foreign government and attacks his former partners, the team must track him down before he escapes ...
[indistinct chatter]
[instrumental music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[approaching footsteps]
[knocking on door]
Open up!
[knocking on door]
Open up!
- Hey, open the door!
- Open up!
- [knocking on door]
- Open the door!
- Hey, open up!
- Open the door, Hayden.
Hayden!
Hayden, open this door!
[grunts]
[toilet flushing]
[both grunt]
- Son of a bitch!
- On the floor, Hayden.
Get down now!
- Where is it, huh?
- Lift that up.
- Where is it?
Answer him, traitor.
Where is it?
Get him up!
[people speaking
foreign language]
Oh, it looks serious.
- Stay back.
We're working a case.
Well, Paulie,
what a piece of crap
you turned out to be.
You never disappoint, Irving,
sitting out here on your ass
while these guys do
the hard work.
We got it.
[indistinct chatter]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Hold it!
Get him out.
Get him out.
- Hey!
- Get him out!
Come here, you son of a bitch.
- You're pathetic, Paulie.
- Open the door.
Get him in.
[grunts]
You lead, I'll follow.
[engine turns over]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[tense music]
- Damn it, Irving.
What are you doing?
♪ ♪
[scoffs]
♪ ♪
Ah, great.
[car horns honking]
Come on.
Come on.
♪ ♪
[horn honks]
- I'm gonna check this out.
- Let's go!
Come on, you're already
blocking traffic!
[car horns honking]
No, not me.
I was inside.
- Hey.
Stay in the car!
♪ ♪
What the hell?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[upbeat hip-hop music]
♪ ♪
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah,
pity poor immigrant ♪
♪ Whose children are
cold as ice ♪
♪ These kids as cold as ice ♪
♪ Kids as cold as ice ♪
♪ Sleeping on the ground ♪
♪ Tinfoil blankets
wrapped around ♪
♪ These kids cold as ice ♪
♪ Kids cold as ice ♪
♪ You see us out here ♪
♪ We cold as ice ♪
♪ You see us out here,
we cold as ice ♪
That's really great, sweetie.
I really like the song
that you chose.
When I was in that place
in Georgia,
I knew you'd come to find me,
but those kids were so scared.
They had nobody.
Very powerful video.
Look, we posted it on Friday,
and it's already trending.
We have so many followers.
[soft, melancholy music]
♪ ♪
She still has bad dreams.
I know.
Are you reading some
of these comments?
- "You're so 'hawt'."
- [laughs]
It's probably just other kids.
Oh, this one's nice:
"Go back to where
you came from."
[scoffs]
Idiot.
♪ ♪
Maybe making her video public
wasn't such a good idea.
But she's so proud of it.
I know.
So many nasty people out there
with nasty ideas.
[cell phone rings, buzzes]
LaCroix.
[sighs]
[tense music]
The Bureau's freaking out
on this one.
Paul Hayden, one of our own
counterintelligence agents,
was arrested downtown last night
on charges of spying for China.
He escaped, left one agent
dead of unknown causes
and another agent
in the hospital.
What did he do for the Chinese?
Gave intel on
our investigations on
their spies here.
The Chinese were able to pull
their people
before we could arrest them.
There's gotta be more to it
to justify a $5 million reward.
Hayden, he broke some big
case a few years ago, right?
He ran the team
that caught the Russian spy
Alexei Vronsky 12 years ago.
From patriot to traitor
in 12 years.
That's a long fall from grace.
Probably fueled
by money problems, ego...
Bad habits the Chinese used
to blackmail him.
♪ ♪
What's that on his jacket,
vomit?
Bingo; Agent Irving turned
the corner,
and 30 seconds later,
he was dead.
Get me toxicology on him
and that coffee mug right there.
Who's the lead agent
at Counterintel?
Ken Brown.
He was Hayden's partner until
eight years ago.
That's gotta be tough
for that guy.
Gotta be tough for everybody
at Counterintel.
The best morale boost
we can give them
is catching Hayden yesterday.
♪ ♪
Hayden kicked her head
through the side window,
left her with a broke skull
and a brain hemorrhage.
Bastard.
I'm sorry about your partners.
We're here to help.
A $5 million reward,
what's that about?
A Hail Mary.
Hayden has the names of
our moles in China...
Chinese nationals
that work for us.
If the Chinese get hold
of those names,
those people are dead.
Hayden'll trade those names
for a ticket to China.
We can't let that happen.
You were his partner,
where would you find him?
Eight years ago,
I would have said
at home with his wife
or at church.
Now...
What happened eight years ago?
Long story, but after we called
the spy Alexei Vronsky,
somebody decided that
Russia wasn't a threat anymore,
that China was where
the resources should be spent.
How long you been watching
Hayden?
A month now.
For the last year,
Every time the Bureau starts
a case on a Chinese spy,
they get called home.
We knew we had a mole;
common thread was Hayden.
He caught him
while he did a drop
at a Chinese joint downtown.
And while you were watching him,
you see any new faces,
somebody he might run to?
No, Paul was very disciplined,
but I think even
his wife, Jenny, knew
something was going on.
How so?
We have cameras in the house.
We caught her when
Paul wasn't home,
searching his study, the garage.
She knew something wasn't right.
[ominous music]
Check the middle desk drawer,
honey.
It's that wide, thin drawer
where dudes always shove things
at the back that they think
we'll never find.
It is interesting
where she's not looking:
places you might hide
a document or phone numbers.
Tox results on Agent Irving:
death by cyanide poisoning.
Cyanide was also found
in this coffee mug.
Report said that there was
a scuffle
between Irving and Hayden
when they put him in his car.
Maybe that's when he slipped it
into his coffee.
And Hayden just happened to have
a vial of cyanide on him?
Maybe, if he thought
he was under surveillance.
What's curious is where
he got it.
Cyanide glass capsules were
part of the Russian spy-craft.
Maybe he took it
from that Russian spy he caught
as a trophy from
the highlight of his career.
♪ ♪
She just found something.
Looks like a bag of charcoal.
She got a problem with barbecue?
Maybe a problem
with carbon monoxide.
♪ ♪
I'm not worried
that Paul would hurt himself.
Why would you say that?
Counterintel surveilled
your house.
You were seen searching
your garage
and finding a bag of charcoal.
Well, he's tried it before,
isn't that right?
Burning charcoal
to poison himself
from carbon monoxide?
Yes, five years ago.
I found him in the garage.
I'm a nurse.
I revived him.
He didn't wanna go
to the hospital.
He was afraid he'd lose his job.
Did he talk about his reasons
for the attempt?
I knew.
It was the first anniversary
of our son Davey's death.
He was hit by a car,
riding his bicycle
in front of the house.
We're very sorry.
Paul loved children.
We talked about another child,
but I just couldn't.
God took Davey for a purpose.
It didn't seem right
to just... replace him.
What made you suspect he might
try to hurt himself again?
Uh, he was distant,
staying up nights.
I never suspected he was spying.
Any money problems?
Well, money's always been tight.
That comes with the job, right?
Paul complained he didn't get
the promotions he deserved.
We heard he wasn't happy
with his reassignment
to the East Asia section.
He said it felt like punishment.
[dramatic music]
Did he feel undervalued,
you know,
especially after the success
of the whole Russia thing?
That case was like a curse.
He filled those boxes
with clippings about it.
Paul got the Director's Award
and a meeting
with the vice president.
We still struggled to pay
the mortgage.
♪ ♪
Looks like a moth embedded
in amber.
It's pretty.
Was it Paul's?
- I don't know.
I've never seen it before.
There's a card
from the Chinese church...
Saint Jane's in Flushing.
It's got Chinese handwriting.
♪ ♪
You ever attend this church,
Ms. Hayden?
No.
It's the name of
our custodian, Ji Yong Fei,
but I don't think
it's his handwriting.
Can we talk to him?
- Yes.
He's in the sacristy.
He's been with us five years.
The church just sponsored
his immigration application.
There he is.
Yong Fei.
These people are here
from the FBI.
They'd like to talk to you.
- Okay, okay.
I finish.
[clears throat]
Sir, could you show me
your hands
and turn around slowly?
[tense music]
- [gunshots]
- [grunts]
Jess!
♪ ♪
[coughs]
Aw, God.
No, don't move.
[groaning]
[grunts]
Looks like a .32.
- A peanut.
How 'bout him?
He's alive.
You got him in the gut.
I guess he pooched
his immigration interview.
[laughs, grunts]
No broken ribs.
Just a bruise the size
of Rhode Island.
How's our Mr. Ji?
- He's out of surgery.
He should be ready to talk.
It was a close call, bro.
What are you gonna tell Nelson
and Marilou when they see you?
- And Tali.
- I don't know.
I'll have to think about it.
Well, let me know
'cause they're gonna ask.
Hey, boss, gave us
a good scare there.
- How you feeling?
- I'm fine.
My vest worked.
That's too bad 'cause, you know,
I'm next in line to run
the team.
- [laughs]
- No, seriously.
- One day, Hana.
One day.
Take a look at the picture,
Mr. Ji.
Paul Hayden knows you.
He had a card with your name
on it from the church.
I don't know him.
I mind my own business.
I work in church.
Church people don't shoot
federal agents.
He's scary guy.
[speaking Mandarin]
[speaking Mandarin]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- I don't talk no more.
I want human rights lawyer.
I want Jerry Cohen!
[scoffs]
♪ ♪
This guy ever been on
your radar?
Not that I know of.
♪ ♪
We need access
to Hayden's work files.
I'll see what I can do.
Glad you're still with us.
♪ ♪
[speaking Chinese]
[grunts]
[speaking Chinese]
[speaking Chinese]
[uneasy music]
♪ ♪
[cell phone buzzes]
[speaking Chinese]
Thanks.
ERT found six pounds of fentanyl
at Mr. Ji's place.
The guy slings dope when
he's not cleaning the church.
Maybe that's why he was
so bouncy
when we dropped in on him.
According to work files
Counterintel sent over,
Hayden did a workup
on our Mr. Ji two years ago
on suspicion of being
a Chinese mole.
Based on what?
Ji was flashing a lot of cash,
going to bars and strip clubs
near military contractors
in Brooklyn.
But Hayden concluded that
Ji was just
your run-of-the-mill
dope dealer.
A confidential human source
with contacts in Beijing
confirmed that Ji was not
a Chinese asset.
But Hayden kept the card
with his important papers.
- To throw us off the trail.
Ji's a decoy.
[knock at door]
Sorry to barge in.
One of our Chinese assets was
snatched off
a Beijing street yesterday.
No one's heard from him.
I'm sorry to hear that.
We think Hayden gave them
the name as a sample
of what he has to offer.
It's gonna get worse.
We don't have time
to pull our people out.
Hayden's buying time
by wasting ours.
- We need to get ahead of him.
- Yeah, you're right.
He had a confidential human
source he used to work with,
someone with Beijing contacts.
That person might know
how the Chinese plan
to get Hayden out of
the country.
Our confidential
human sources are off limits.
I'm sorry.
Without knowing Chinese methods,
we're flying blind.
This CHS could point us
in the right direction.
Not my call.
We've been told,
"Stay away from her."
[foreboding music]
♪ ♪
Nobody told us.
♪ ♪
- Oh, my God!
Look what you did to my jacket.
What, are you blind?
- You bumped into me.
Get out of the way.
You're not going anywhere
until you pay
for her dry cleaning.
I said, out of our way.
- Oh, you got badges?
We got badges too.
Listen, pal, I have a job to do,
and you're in my way right now,
okay?
- I have VIP with...
- Sheryll Barnes from
the FBI Fugitive Task Force.
We're looking for Paul Hayden.
We need your help.
I'm not allowed to talk to you.
He's already given them a name.
That person's missing
and probably dead.
Listen, we need information
on methods:
the extraction, communications.
How do they talk to him?
- Give me your number.
Quick.
- She's in my way...
- We're counting on you.
You know what, you need to
learn to respect U.S. Marshals.
- Screw you.
- She bumped into me.
Yeah, she...
Enjoy the donuts.
Bottom of the barrel.
♪ ♪
I wouldn't pin my hopes
on an informant.
[sighs]
I'm thinking about Hayden,
the moment he knew
he was caught.
He had a cyanide pill
in his pocket.
Based on his previous
suicide attempt,
you'd think he'd just take it,
kill himself, but he didn't.
Obviously thinks he has
something to live for.
An exit plan
to a tropical island
with the money
the Chinese paid him
to betray his own country.
- Money we haven't found yet.
- But still looking for.
All right, exit plans...
I've got:
kids and a cabin on a lake.
You mean, we're not gonna
do this job forever and ever?
A bathing suit and sailboat.
Couple of horses
and a place in the mountains.
Okay, so Charlotte and I have
talked about it:
a restorative justice clinic
for at-risk youth...
and grandkids.
[bittersweet music]
♪ ♪
[cell phone bleeps]
It's from the informant.
"The Chinese are using
a Linkedln account
to communicate with Hayden."
[ominous music]
[keys clacking]
- Got it.
All right.
Looks like a regular
business account
for a sales manager at
a Hong Kong chemical company.
Give me a sec.
[keys clack]
All right, I'm in.
These chats are all in Chinese.
Crosby?
All right,
they're talking about a meet
and setting up a bottleneck
near the Prudential Center
to weed out anyone
following their agents.
In Newark.
That doesn't exactly
narrow it down.
What side of
the Prudential Center
are they setting up
the bottleneck?
It says "Broad Street."
Damn it, of course.
Washington Park on Broad Street.
That's where he caught
his Russian spy.
That's where he's setting
the meet with the Chinese.
He is thumbing his nose
at the Bureau.
♪ ♪
Yeah, you wanna run, like,
a little more?
Do, like, another round or so.
Okay, cool.
[indistinct chatter]
Got something, southeast corner.
Male Asian, NYU jacket,
backpack.
[indistinct chatter]
I see him.
[suspenseful music]
- Give him room.
Let him lead us to Hayden.
♪ ♪
Okay, cool
I'll try on the cell, then.
It's fine.
I just figured you'd check
your answering machine.
He made us.
[grunts softly]
[both grunting]
[tense music]
[grunting]
[both grunting]
[moans]
- [groans]
- Where's Hayden?
♪ ♪
[speaking Chinese]
[speaks Chinses]
[dramatic music]
He's invoking.
We're not gonna get anything
out of him.
His student ID says he's 20.
- Going on 35.
Most likely a fake.
Losartan and statins,
90-day supply.
- That's what Hayden is taking.
It's for his trip.
The Chinese are providing
all the amenities.
- Albuterol for asthma.
Hayden has asthma?
Not according to his file.
And progesterone.
I'm taking that's not
in his file either.
Women take it for PMS.
He ain't going alone.
♪ ♪
- I haven't heard from Paul.
Why?
Uh, is he all right?
Where is he?
You going somewhere,
Ms. Hayden?
To my sister's in Raynham,
get away from all the attention.
I can understand that.
You driving there tonight?
Maybe tomorrow morning.
You don't mind if we give
your sister a call
to make sure
she's expecting you?
Ms. Hayden,
where are you going?
- I told you...
- Your husband contacted you,
didn't he,
told you to get ready to leave?
[foreboding music]
I told him he should
turn himself in,
that all the good things
that he's done for our country
will count for something.
♪ ♪
Do you have asthma,
Ms. Hayden?
No.
- Do you take progesterone?
- No, why?
We think your husband's
playing games with you,
using you to distract us.
What games?
I'm sorry to ask,
but did you ever suspect Paul
of having a mistress?
- No.
He's not that kind of man.
He's loyal.
♪ ♪
[whispers]
So he's not coming for me?
These are his mistakes,
Ms. Hayden, not yours.
We're gonna make sure
he pays for them.
[breathing heavily]
Counterintel already did
a deep dive on Hayden.
If they didn't find
a mistress...
They only watched him
for a month.
Like they said,
he's highly disciplined.
He knows how to cover
his tracks.
Well, then there's this.
He didn't get it from his wife.
Probably not something
he'd buy himself.
A gift from a girlfriend.
Who maybe the reason
he didn't use the cyanide
when he was caught.
What do you make of this?
Starting about three years ago,
Hayden was taking Ubers
to this neighborhood Bushwick.
Now there's different
drop-offs and pick-ups
but all within a few blocks
of each other.
That went on
a couple times a week
until about a year ago.
And weirdly enough,
one of the bars
our church custodian,
Mr. Ji, frequented
is in the same neighborhood.
Hayden was investigating Ji
as a suspected Chinese mole,
makes sense he'd follow him
to that bar.
Except Hayden was going
to this neighborhood
months before he started
investigating Ji.
So something else was
drawing him there.
Drawing him to that bar
where he crossed paths with Ji.
[dramatic music]
You both were at the same bar,
the Esquire in Bushwick,
every week for two years.
- Dr. Gadarian, line five.
Dr. Gadarian, line five.
They say I go to jail
for ten years for drugs.
What do I get if I help you?
Oh, what you don't get
is a bullet to the back
of the head
because we sent you back
to China, how's that?
- [exhales deeply]
- One last time, Mr. Ji.
Did you see him at the bar?
I did not go there to see man.
Why did you go there?
[speaks Chinese]
[ominous music]
- Silkworm.
Who's Silkworm?
Bartender, Chinese girl.
She had a silkworm tattoo
on her arm.
Does this girl still work
at the bar?
She stopped a year ago.
She disappeared.
♪ ♪
Okay?
Okay... for now.
Silkworms turn into moths,
like the moth in that ring.
I'd say that'd have to be her.
The bar will have
her Social Security number.
We can track her from there.
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
[both speaking Chinese]
No,
our messages were intercepted.
I'm lucky I wasn't caught.
It would be simpler without
the extra baggage.
[speaks Chinese]
Always so stubborn.
And Beijing is always so
impatient.
They'll get all the names,
and we're set up like we agreed.
Yes, yes,
but the old plan to extract you
is not safe anymore.
There's a new arrangement.
[speaking Chinese]
♪ ♪
The data's coming in now
from CBP.
Zheng Ya Jie, AKA Cassie Zheng,
entered the country
from Taiwan six years ago
on a student visa.
She the green card in a lottery,
degree in Communication
from SUNY,
jobs as a bartender
and conversation partner
for a Chinese language school.
Which doesn't explain
how she paid $400,000 cash
for a one-bedroom condo
in Flushing last year.
Maybe it's where the money
Hayden got from the Chinese
went to.
Young, pretty girlfriend.
Guess that tops off
Hayden's exit plan.
Does it seem thin to you?
Considering the grief
over his son,
his job dissatisfaction,
money and romance
just don't seem enough.
Maybe for you.
[chuckles]
By the way, you never told us
what your exit plan was.
- Yeah, I had a plan once.
Then I lost to Angelyne.
I made a new plan,
safe and predictable,
and then a drug dealer put
a slug in my chest.
[solemn music]
I don't know.
I don't know about any plans.
Hmm.
Tali made a video about
her experience
in the detention center.
She posted it.
Some reactions...
made my hair stand on end.
I thought, "Take it down,
don't put yourself out there."
But...
I don't know.
Maybe Tali's right.
Maybe it's about putting
yourself out there, you know?
Doing the best you can,
just taking it one day
at a time.
♪ ♪
[tense music]
That's her.
♪ ♪
[earpiece beeps]
Subject's on the move.
[earpiece beeps]
♪ ♪
- She's got a backpack.
Maybe this is it.
Maybe she's gonna meet up
with Hayden.
♪ ♪
She's doing her laundry.
- It figures.
It's laundromat.
If I was running off to China,
doing my laundry wouldn't be
at the top of my list.
Maybe we got this girl wrong,
bro.
- We need to talk to her.
- And break cover?
It's just a block away.
I got this.
Your dirty clothes.
- Tumble dry on low, por favor.
- Don't get used to this.
♪ ♪
You gonna use this machine?
Huh?
No, I don't need it.
The machines on this side
are much better.
They don't short you
on the rinse cycle.
[coins clinking]
[machine beeps]
[sighs]
25 minutes of peace and music.
That's a cute tattoo.
Is it a cocoon?
- Yes, for a silkworm.
- Oh.
I have a spider in a web.
[coughing]
Sorry, must be all the lint.
[coughing]
[suspenseful music]
[grunts, coughs]
Damn, I thought
I brought my inhaler.
You have asthma?
[coughs] Mm-hmm.
- Albuterol?
- Uh-huh.
[coughs]
You have asthma too?
No, but I have an inhaler.
[coughing]
[coughs]
[sucks in breath, moans]
[sighs]
Thank you.
[door squeaks open]
- Look who's here.
- Oh!
[laughs]
Oh, did you have fun
with ChaCha?
They played so nice together.
- Oh.
[speaks indistinctly, laughs]
- That kid looks mixed.
He could be Hayden's son.
Found the son he lost,
started a whole new family.
He didn't need this,
not even once.
Here you go.
[speaking Chinese]
Who's a lucky boy?
You're gonna get on
a big plane to go see Grandma.
[speaking Chinese]
[speaking Chinese]
Kenny.
She's saying her and the kid
are taking a plane tonight.
Her friend thinks she's going
to Taiwan.
[both speaking Chinese]
And that's about
a baby's doctor's appointmen,
day after tomorrow.
The friend cancelled it,
but our girl thinks
she still might be here.
Sounds like maybe
she's having second thoughts
about running off to China
with Hayden.
- Say, "bye."
- Say, "bye."
Say, "bye."
- Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.
[laughs] [door squeaks open]
He's so handsome.
- What's his name?
- Eli.
It was his first birthday
last month.
Hey, boss,
Taiwan government confirms
Cassie Zheng's passport is
legit.
But they can't find
any employment records for her
in Taiwan or any record
she ever attended school there,
not even grammar school.
It's like she was born
the day she got her passport
five years ago.
I have to take him home
to feed him.
I'll be back in 30 minutes.
Oh, I can watch your stuff.
- Oh.
- It's the least I can do.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Say, "bye-bye," Eli.
She's heading home.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[exhales deeply]
The medication on that
Chinese agent in the park...
Blood pressure pills for Hayden,
asthma inhaler for the baby,
and progesterone...
presumably for the girlfriend,
Cassie.
That's for PMS, right?
Sounds right.
So does a 300-milligram dose
every day sound right to you?
♪ ♪
- [coos]
- Oh.
[knocking at door]
- Oh.
- [cooing]
[grunts softly]
The attendant gave me
your address.
Your laundry was dry.
Oh, thank you.
Cassie Zheng, I'm Agent LaCroix.
We need to talk to you
about Paul Hayden.
- Wha... well, what happened?
- He's trying to leave
the country tonight, isn't he?
And you're gonna help us
stop him.
- I love him.
He loves me.
He loves our son.
You're supposed to go
with him, but you're afraid
of what'll happen to you
once you get to China.
The government in China,
they don't like
people from Taiwan.
[sighs]
That's not the reason
you're afraid, is it, Cassie?
The silkworm inside the cocoon,
that's you, isn't it,
becoming the person
you were meant to be?
[dramatic music]
You're afraid because
transgender people
are not accepted in China.
♪ ♪
They think we are mentally ill.
They might take your son
away from you.
Not even Paul can protect you.
When Paul told me
we had to go to China,
I said, "yes,"
because of his safety.
Where are you supposed
to meet him?
I... I don't know.
They call will call
and come pick me up.
♪ ♪
I know that what Paul did
is wrong,
but we are a family.
But in China...
[coos]
- I don't know what to do.
Please, help us.
♪ ♪
[lullaby plays softly]
I was Paul's
conversation partner
at the language school.
That's how we met.
We fell in love.
Does he know your status?
♪ ♪
But you've been with Paul
almost three years.
Don't you trust him?
I trust Paul,
but I don't wanna lose him.
And the people around him,
in the government,
if they find out, they could
take away my green card.
This beautiful boy,
how did that happen?
My sister came from Taiwan.
She was our surrogate.
I told Paul I was not fertile.
More than anything,
Paul wanted a child.
Eli has our family's blood.
He has Paul's blood.
He's our son.
You don't have to convince us.
You said you didn't know
he was selling
secrets to the Chinese.
How do you think he paid
for this apartment?
When Eli was born,
it was very hard.
There was no money.
But then Paul said
he found
a new business opportunity.
If I had known
what he was really doing,
I would have stopped him.
If he makes it to China
and tells them what he knows,
people will die.
We can't let that happen.
What will happen to him
if he stays here?
He'll go to prison.
[exhales sharply]
[cell phone ringing, buzzing]
Caller unknown.
Well, take a seat.
[cell phone ringing, buzzing
continues]
Put it on speaker.
Cassie, it's Paul.
I'm... I'm so relieved
to hear your voice.
They're sending someone
to pick you up.
How's Eli?
He misses you.
- We'll be together soon.
Everything will be all right.
Paul, are... you're sure
this is the right thing?
- It has to be.
There's no choice.
[tense music]
Are you okay?
Yes, uh, I'm just nervous.
I'll take care of you and Eli.
We'll have a good life.
I'll see you soon.
I love you.
I love you too, Paul.
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Come in quickly.
♪ ♪
Give me your phone.
♪ ♪
[cell phone clatters]
You can get a better phone
in China.
The Cross Bronx to New Jersey.
They're being careful.
[engine turns over]
[unsettling music]
♪ ♪
What a healthy boy.
The most precious gift a woman
can give a man is a son.
Where are we going?
You'll see.
[cell phone buzzing]
You have another phone?
- No.
- Give me your bag.
What are you doing?
You're transmitting.
Damn, they made her.
Knock out their cell phones now.
[device beeps]
Let's move in.
Move in.
[sirens wailing]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Get out of the car!
♪ ♪
Move now!
♪ ♪
- Stupid girl.
[handcuffs clicking]
♪ ♪
- Hey, boss.
- [exhales deeply]
Yeah?
Hayden and the Chinese are
using WeChat to communicate,
but they're hiding behind
a half-dozen encrypted VPNs.
It's gonna take a while
to break through.
So if you wanna find Hayden now,
you gotta think of
something else.
♪ ♪
You mean something
that's dear to his heart?
♪ ♪
Yeah.
♪ ♪
Mr. Woo, how would you feel
if we sent you back to China?
No, I haven't been there
in 45 years.
All my grandchildren are
right here.
I thought so.
If you wanna stay here,
you're gonna have to help us.
♪ ♪
[train roars]
[speaking Chinese]
[speaks Chinese]
- No, my son has pink eye.
He could lose his eye.
Find them a pharmacy.
There's medicine in China.
We're not waiting 16 hours.
Find them a pharmacy
or our deal is off.
[domineering music]
♪ ♪
[speaking Chinese]
There's a 24-hour pharmacy
on Dayton Road
in Jamesburg, New Jersey.
There's an airfield
five miles away,
Black Pond Airport, privately
owned for general aviation.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[speaks Chinese]
[speaks Chinese]
♪ ♪
I have a federal warrant
for the arrest of Paul Hayden.
I believe he's in that plane.
This plane is flagged under
the People's Republic of China
and not subject to searches
or seizures.
Castille says to hold off,
can't so much as lay
a finger on them.
♪ ♪
Paul Hayden!
I have somebody
who wants to talk to you.
- Paul.
Sweetheart, I'm here with Eli.
Please, we need to see you.
Eli needs to see his Papa.
Cassie!
Run to me.
They won't stop you!
She's not going anywhere.
Please, Paul, don't leave.
We'll never see each other
again.
You won't see Eli grow up.
He needs you.
I need you.
If I stay, I'll be in prison.
Even if you're in prison,
we can still be a family.
♪ ♪
Forget her.
There are many pretty girls
in China.
This one wasn't even born
a woman.
What?
What does he me... what does
he mean?
I transitioned
eight years ago in Taiwan.
[cries]
Paul, this is me, the real me.
You've always known the real me.
Why didn't you tell me?
I... I was afraid...
afraid you'd stop seeing me
as who I really am.
I'm sorry.
[Eli crying]
♪ ♪
Cassie's the same person
she was five minutes ago, Paul.
The same woman you fell
in love with...
the mother of your child.
The woman who gave you
something to live for.
And you risked everything
for her, for your son...
Your good name, your oath,
your liberty.
Don't walk away from that.
I know you know Paul.
There's nothing more precious
than watching
your child grow up.
[suspenseful music]
[coos]
[sighs] The hell with it.
♪ ♪
- Hey, Cassie!
- Paul!
[overlapping shouting]
- Stop right there!
- It's far enough.
Right there, that's far enough!
You're on American soil now!
[somber music]
♪ ♪
Got him.
♪ ♪
He's clean.
♪ ♪
I love you so much.
- We won't abandon you.
We'll be there.
♪ ♪
- Let's go.
[handcuffs clinking]
♪ ♪
You saved a lot of people's
lives today.
Thank you.
I love him more than anything.
But I chose this country...
for me, for our son.
[poignant music]
I couldn't turn my back on it.
♪ ♪
[keys clacking]
[door opens, closes]
- [hums]
- [grunts]
[grunts softly]
Are you all right, Dad?
- Oh, it's nothing, sweetie.
Just a work thing.
I'll tell you about it later.
You know what I've been
wanting to do all day?
- Hmm?
- I've been wanting
to watch your video again.
- Oh.
Okay.
- Play it for me?
- Here you go.
But I want you to play
the part where you're spinning
in slow-mo.
Oh, okay.
- You got it?
- Yeah.
[keys clacking]
[upbeat hip-hop music]
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah,
pity poor immigrant ♪
You have a big heart, sweetie.
Hmm.
♪ Cold as ice,
sleeping on the ground ♪
I love you, Dad.
I love you.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[instrumental music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[approaching footsteps]
[knocking on door]
Open up!
[knocking on door]
Open up!
- Hey, open the door!
- Open up!
- [knocking on door]
- Open the door!
- Hey, open up!
- Open the door, Hayden.
Hayden!
Hayden, open this door!
[grunts]
[toilet flushing]
[both grunt]
- Son of a bitch!
- On the floor, Hayden.
Get down now!
- Where is it, huh?
- Lift that up.
- Where is it?
Answer him, traitor.
Where is it?
Get him up!
[people speaking
foreign language]
Oh, it looks serious.
- Stay back.
We're working a case.
Well, Paulie,
what a piece of crap
you turned out to be.
You never disappoint, Irving,
sitting out here on your ass
while these guys do
the hard work.
We got it.
[indistinct chatter]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Hold it!
Get him out.
Get him out.
- Hey!
- Get him out!
Come here, you son of a bitch.
- You're pathetic, Paulie.
- Open the door.
Get him in.
[grunts]
You lead, I'll follow.
[engine turns over]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[tense music]
- Damn it, Irving.
What are you doing?
♪ ♪
[scoffs]
♪ ♪
Ah, great.
[car horns honking]
Come on.
Come on.
♪ ♪
[horn honks]
- I'm gonna check this out.
- Let's go!
Come on, you're already
blocking traffic!
[car horns honking]
No, not me.
I was inside.
- Hey.
Stay in the car!
♪ ♪
What the hell?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[upbeat hip-hop music]
♪ ♪
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah,
pity poor immigrant ♪
♪ Whose children are
cold as ice ♪
♪ These kids as cold as ice ♪
♪ Kids as cold as ice ♪
♪ Sleeping on the ground ♪
♪ Tinfoil blankets
wrapped around ♪
♪ These kids cold as ice ♪
♪ Kids cold as ice ♪
♪ You see us out here ♪
♪ We cold as ice ♪
♪ You see us out here,
we cold as ice ♪
That's really great, sweetie.
I really like the song
that you chose.
When I was in that place
in Georgia,
I knew you'd come to find me,
but those kids were so scared.
They had nobody.
Very powerful video.
Look, we posted it on Friday,
and it's already trending.
We have so many followers.
[soft, melancholy music]
♪ ♪
She still has bad dreams.
I know.
Are you reading some
of these comments?
- "You're so 'hawt'."
- [laughs]
It's probably just other kids.
Oh, this one's nice:
"Go back to where
you came from."
[scoffs]
Idiot.
♪ ♪
Maybe making her video public
wasn't such a good idea.
But she's so proud of it.
I know.
So many nasty people out there
with nasty ideas.
[cell phone rings, buzzes]
LaCroix.
[sighs]
[tense music]
The Bureau's freaking out
on this one.
Paul Hayden, one of our own
counterintelligence agents,
was arrested downtown last night
on charges of spying for China.
He escaped, left one agent
dead of unknown causes
and another agent
in the hospital.
What did he do for the Chinese?
Gave intel on
our investigations on
their spies here.
The Chinese were able to pull
their people
before we could arrest them.
There's gotta be more to it
to justify a $5 million reward.
Hayden, he broke some big
case a few years ago, right?
He ran the team
that caught the Russian spy
Alexei Vronsky 12 years ago.
From patriot to traitor
in 12 years.
That's a long fall from grace.
Probably fueled
by money problems, ego...
Bad habits the Chinese used
to blackmail him.
♪ ♪
What's that on his jacket,
vomit?
Bingo; Agent Irving turned
the corner,
and 30 seconds later,
he was dead.
Get me toxicology on him
and that coffee mug right there.
Who's the lead agent
at Counterintel?
Ken Brown.
He was Hayden's partner until
eight years ago.
That's gotta be tough
for that guy.
Gotta be tough for everybody
at Counterintel.
The best morale boost
we can give them
is catching Hayden yesterday.
♪ ♪
Hayden kicked her head
through the side window,
left her with a broke skull
and a brain hemorrhage.
Bastard.
I'm sorry about your partners.
We're here to help.
A $5 million reward,
what's that about?
A Hail Mary.
Hayden has the names of
our moles in China...
Chinese nationals
that work for us.
If the Chinese get hold
of those names,
those people are dead.
Hayden'll trade those names
for a ticket to China.
We can't let that happen.
You were his partner,
where would you find him?
Eight years ago,
I would have said
at home with his wife
or at church.
Now...
What happened eight years ago?
Long story, but after we called
the spy Alexei Vronsky,
somebody decided that
Russia wasn't a threat anymore,
that China was where
the resources should be spent.
How long you been watching
Hayden?
A month now.
For the last year,
Every time the Bureau starts
a case on a Chinese spy,
they get called home.
We knew we had a mole;
common thread was Hayden.
He caught him
while he did a drop
at a Chinese joint downtown.
And while you were watching him,
you see any new faces,
somebody he might run to?
No, Paul was very disciplined,
but I think even
his wife, Jenny, knew
something was going on.
How so?
We have cameras in the house.
We caught her when
Paul wasn't home,
searching his study, the garage.
She knew something wasn't right.
[ominous music]
Check the middle desk drawer,
honey.
It's that wide, thin drawer
where dudes always shove things
at the back that they think
we'll never find.
It is interesting
where she's not looking:
places you might hide
a document or phone numbers.
Tox results on Agent Irving:
death by cyanide poisoning.
Cyanide was also found
in this coffee mug.
Report said that there was
a scuffle
between Irving and Hayden
when they put him in his car.
Maybe that's when he slipped it
into his coffee.
And Hayden just happened to have
a vial of cyanide on him?
Maybe, if he thought
he was under surveillance.
What's curious is where
he got it.
Cyanide glass capsules were
part of the Russian spy-craft.
Maybe he took it
from that Russian spy he caught
as a trophy from
the highlight of his career.
♪ ♪
She just found something.
Looks like a bag of charcoal.
She got a problem with barbecue?
Maybe a problem
with carbon monoxide.
♪ ♪
I'm not worried
that Paul would hurt himself.
Why would you say that?
Counterintel surveilled
your house.
You were seen searching
your garage
and finding a bag of charcoal.
Well, he's tried it before,
isn't that right?
Burning charcoal
to poison himself
from carbon monoxide?
Yes, five years ago.
I found him in the garage.
I'm a nurse.
I revived him.
He didn't wanna go
to the hospital.
He was afraid he'd lose his job.
Did he talk about his reasons
for the attempt?
I knew.
It was the first anniversary
of our son Davey's death.
He was hit by a car,
riding his bicycle
in front of the house.
We're very sorry.
Paul loved children.
We talked about another child,
but I just couldn't.
God took Davey for a purpose.
It didn't seem right
to just... replace him.
What made you suspect he might
try to hurt himself again?
Uh, he was distant,
staying up nights.
I never suspected he was spying.
Any money problems?
Well, money's always been tight.
That comes with the job, right?
Paul complained he didn't get
the promotions he deserved.
We heard he wasn't happy
with his reassignment
to the East Asia section.
He said it felt like punishment.
[dramatic music]
Did he feel undervalued,
you know,
especially after the success
of the whole Russia thing?
That case was like a curse.
He filled those boxes
with clippings about it.
Paul got the Director's Award
and a meeting
with the vice president.
We still struggled to pay
the mortgage.
♪ ♪
Looks like a moth embedded
in amber.
It's pretty.
Was it Paul's?
- I don't know.
I've never seen it before.
There's a card
from the Chinese church...
Saint Jane's in Flushing.
It's got Chinese handwriting.
♪ ♪
You ever attend this church,
Ms. Hayden?
No.
It's the name of
our custodian, Ji Yong Fei,
but I don't think
it's his handwriting.
Can we talk to him?
- Yes.
He's in the sacristy.
He's been with us five years.
The church just sponsored
his immigration application.
There he is.
Yong Fei.
These people are here
from the FBI.
They'd like to talk to you.
- Okay, okay.
I finish.
[clears throat]
Sir, could you show me
your hands
and turn around slowly?
[tense music]
- [gunshots]
- [grunts]
Jess!
♪ ♪
[coughs]
Aw, God.
No, don't move.
[groaning]
[grunts]
Looks like a .32.
- A peanut.
How 'bout him?
He's alive.
You got him in the gut.
I guess he pooched
his immigration interview.
[laughs, grunts]
No broken ribs.
Just a bruise the size
of Rhode Island.
How's our Mr. Ji?
- He's out of surgery.
He should be ready to talk.
It was a close call, bro.
What are you gonna tell Nelson
and Marilou when they see you?
- And Tali.
- I don't know.
I'll have to think about it.
Well, let me know
'cause they're gonna ask.
Hey, boss, gave us
a good scare there.
- How you feeling?
- I'm fine.
My vest worked.
That's too bad 'cause, you know,
I'm next in line to run
the team.
- [laughs]
- No, seriously.
- One day, Hana.
One day.
Take a look at the picture,
Mr. Ji.
Paul Hayden knows you.
He had a card with your name
on it from the church.
I don't know him.
I mind my own business.
I work in church.
Church people don't shoot
federal agents.
He's scary guy.
[speaking Mandarin]
[speaking Mandarin]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- I don't talk no more.
I want human rights lawyer.
I want Jerry Cohen!
[scoffs]
♪ ♪
This guy ever been on
your radar?
Not that I know of.
♪ ♪
We need access
to Hayden's work files.
I'll see what I can do.
Glad you're still with us.
♪ ♪
[speaking Chinese]
[grunts]
[speaking Chinese]
[speaking Chinese]
[uneasy music]
♪ ♪
[cell phone buzzes]
[speaking Chinese]
Thanks.
ERT found six pounds of fentanyl
at Mr. Ji's place.
The guy slings dope when
he's not cleaning the church.
Maybe that's why he was
so bouncy
when we dropped in on him.
According to work files
Counterintel sent over,
Hayden did a workup
on our Mr. Ji two years ago
on suspicion of being
a Chinese mole.
Based on what?
Ji was flashing a lot of cash,
going to bars and strip clubs
near military contractors
in Brooklyn.
But Hayden concluded that
Ji was just
your run-of-the-mill
dope dealer.
A confidential human source
with contacts in Beijing
confirmed that Ji was not
a Chinese asset.
But Hayden kept the card
with his important papers.
- To throw us off the trail.
Ji's a decoy.
[knock at door]
Sorry to barge in.
One of our Chinese assets was
snatched off
a Beijing street yesterday.
No one's heard from him.
I'm sorry to hear that.
We think Hayden gave them
the name as a sample
of what he has to offer.
It's gonna get worse.
We don't have time
to pull our people out.
Hayden's buying time
by wasting ours.
- We need to get ahead of him.
- Yeah, you're right.
He had a confidential human
source he used to work with,
someone with Beijing contacts.
That person might know
how the Chinese plan
to get Hayden out of
the country.
Our confidential
human sources are off limits.
I'm sorry.
Without knowing Chinese methods,
we're flying blind.
This CHS could point us
in the right direction.
Not my call.
We've been told,
"Stay away from her."
[foreboding music]
♪ ♪
Nobody told us.
♪ ♪
- Oh, my God!
Look what you did to my jacket.
What, are you blind?
- You bumped into me.
Get out of the way.
You're not going anywhere
until you pay
for her dry cleaning.
I said, out of our way.
- Oh, you got badges?
We got badges too.
Listen, pal, I have a job to do,
and you're in my way right now,
okay?
- I have VIP with...
- Sheryll Barnes from
the FBI Fugitive Task Force.
We're looking for Paul Hayden.
We need your help.
I'm not allowed to talk to you.
He's already given them a name.
That person's missing
and probably dead.
Listen, we need information
on methods:
the extraction, communications.
How do they talk to him?
- Give me your number.
Quick.
- She's in my way...
- We're counting on you.
You know what, you need to
learn to respect U.S. Marshals.
- Screw you.
- She bumped into me.
Yeah, she...
Enjoy the donuts.
Bottom of the barrel.
♪ ♪
I wouldn't pin my hopes
on an informant.
[sighs]
I'm thinking about Hayden,
the moment he knew
he was caught.
He had a cyanide pill
in his pocket.
Based on his previous
suicide attempt,
you'd think he'd just take it,
kill himself, but he didn't.
Obviously thinks he has
something to live for.
An exit plan
to a tropical island
with the money
the Chinese paid him
to betray his own country.
- Money we haven't found yet.
- But still looking for.
All right, exit plans...
I've got:
kids and a cabin on a lake.
You mean, we're not gonna
do this job forever and ever?
A bathing suit and sailboat.
Couple of horses
and a place in the mountains.
Okay, so Charlotte and I have
talked about it:
a restorative justice clinic
for at-risk youth...
and grandkids.
[bittersweet music]
♪ ♪
[cell phone bleeps]
It's from the informant.
"The Chinese are using
a Linkedln account
to communicate with Hayden."
[ominous music]
[keys clacking]
- Got it.
All right.
Looks like a regular
business account
for a sales manager at
a Hong Kong chemical company.
Give me a sec.
[keys clack]
All right, I'm in.
These chats are all in Chinese.
Crosby?
All right,
they're talking about a meet
and setting up a bottleneck
near the Prudential Center
to weed out anyone
following their agents.
In Newark.
That doesn't exactly
narrow it down.
What side of
the Prudential Center
are they setting up
the bottleneck?
It says "Broad Street."
Damn it, of course.
Washington Park on Broad Street.
That's where he caught
his Russian spy.
That's where he's setting
the meet with the Chinese.
He is thumbing his nose
at the Bureau.
♪ ♪
Yeah, you wanna run, like,
a little more?
Do, like, another round or so.
Okay, cool.
[indistinct chatter]
Got something, southeast corner.
Male Asian, NYU jacket,
backpack.
[indistinct chatter]
I see him.
[suspenseful music]
- Give him room.
Let him lead us to Hayden.
♪ ♪
Okay, cool
I'll try on the cell, then.
It's fine.
I just figured you'd check
your answering machine.
He made us.
[grunts softly]
[both grunting]
[tense music]
[grunting]
[both grunting]
[moans]
- [groans]
- Where's Hayden?
♪ ♪
[speaking Chinese]
[speaks Chinses]
[dramatic music]
He's invoking.
We're not gonna get anything
out of him.
His student ID says he's 20.
- Going on 35.
Most likely a fake.
Losartan and statins,
90-day supply.
- That's what Hayden is taking.
It's for his trip.
The Chinese are providing
all the amenities.
- Albuterol for asthma.
Hayden has asthma?
Not according to his file.
And progesterone.
I'm taking that's not
in his file either.
Women take it for PMS.
He ain't going alone.
♪ ♪
- I haven't heard from Paul.
Why?
Uh, is he all right?
Where is he?
You going somewhere,
Ms. Hayden?
To my sister's in Raynham,
get away from all the attention.
I can understand that.
You driving there tonight?
Maybe tomorrow morning.
You don't mind if we give
your sister a call
to make sure
she's expecting you?
Ms. Hayden,
where are you going?
- I told you...
- Your husband contacted you,
didn't he,
told you to get ready to leave?
[foreboding music]
I told him he should
turn himself in,
that all the good things
that he's done for our country
will count for something.
♪ ♪
Do you have asthma,
Ms. Hayden?
No.
- Do you take progesterone?
- No, why?
We think your husband's
playing games with you,
using you to distract us.
What games?
I'm sorry to ask,
but did you ever suspect Paul
of having a mistress?
- No.
He's not that kind of man.
He's loyal.
♪ ♪
[whispers]
So he's not coming for me?
These are his mistakes,
Ms. Hayden, not yours.
We're gonna make sure
he pays for them.
[breathing heavily]
Counterintel already did
a deep dive on Hayden.
If they didn't find
a mistress...
They only watched him
for a month.
Like they said,
he's highly disciplined.
He knows how to cover
his tracks.
Well, then there's this.
He didn't get it from his wife.
Probably not something
he'd buy himself.
A gift from a girlfriend.
Who maybe the reason
he didn't use the cyanide
when he was caught.
What do you make of this?
Starting about three years ago,
Hayden was taking Ubers
to this neighborhood Bushwick.
Now there's different
drop-offs and pick-ups
but all within a few blocks
of each other.
That went on
a couple times a week
until about a year ago.
And weirdly enough,
one of the bars
our church custodian,
Mr. Ji, frequented
is in the same neighborhood.
Hayden was investigating Ji
as a suspected Chinese mole,
makes sense he'd follow him
to that bar.
Except Hayden was going
to this neighborhood
months before he started
investigating Ji.
So something else was
drawing him there.
Drawing him to that bar
where he crossed paths with Ji.
[dramatic music]
You both were at the same bar,
the Esquire in Bushwick,
every week for two years.
- Dr. Gadarian, line five.
Dr. Gadarian, line five.
They say I go to jail
for ten years for drugs.
What do I get if I help you?
Oh, what you don't get
is a bullet to the back
of the head
because we sent you back
to China, how's that?
- [exhales deeply]
- One last time, Mr. Ji.
Did you see him at the bar?
I did not go there to see man.
Why did you go there?
[speaks Chinese]
[ominous music]
- Silkworm.
Who's Silkworm?
Bartender, Chinese girl.
She had a silkworm tattoo
on her arm.
Does this girl still work
at the bar?
She stopped a year ago.
She disappeared.
♪ ♪
Okay?
Okay... for now.
Silkworms turn into moths,
like the moth in that ring.
I'd say that'd have to be her.
The bar will have
her Social Security number.
We can track her from there.
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
[both speaking Chinese]
No,
our messages were intercepted.
I'm lucky I wasn't caught.
It would be simpler without
the extra baggage.
[speaks Chinese]
Always so stubborn.
And Beijing is always so
impatient.
They'll get all the names,
and we're set up like we agreed.
Yes, yes,
but the old plan to extract you
is not safe anymore.
There's a new arrangement.
[speaking Chinese]
♪ ♪
The data's coming in now
from CBP.
Zheng Ya Jie, AKA Cassie Zheng,
entered the country
from Taiwan six years ago
on a student visa.
She the green card in a lottery,
degree in Communication
from SUNY,
jobs as a bartender
and conversation partner
for a Chinese language school.
Which doesn't explain
how she paid $400,000 cash
for a one-bedroom condo
in Flushing last year.
Maybe it's where the money
Hayden got from the Chinese
went to.
Young, pretty girlfriend.
Guess that tops off
Hayden's exit plan.
Does it seem thin to you?
Considering the grief
over his son,
his job dissatisfaction,
money and romance
just don't seem enough.
Maybe for you.
[chuckles]
By the way, you never told us
what your exit plan was.
- Yeah, I had a plan once.
Then I lost to Angelyne.
I made a new plan,
safe and predictable,
and then a drug dealer put
a slug in my chest.
[solemn music]
I don't know.
I don't know about any plans.
Hmm.
Tali made a video about
her experience
in the detention center.
She posted it.
Some reactions...
made my hair stand on end.
I thought, "Take it down,
don't put yourself out there."
But...
I don't know.
Maybe Tali's right.
Maybe it's about putting
yourself out there, you know?
Doing the best you can,
just taking it one day
at a time.
♪ ♪
[tense music]
That's her.
♪ ♪
[earpiece beeps]
Subject's on the move.
[earpiece beeps]
♪ ♪
- She's got a backpack.
Maybe this is it.
Maybe she's gonna meet up
with Hayden.
♪ ♪
She's doing her laundry.
- It figures.
It's laundromat.
If I was running off to China,
doing my laundry wouldn't be
at the top of my list.
Maybe we got this girl wrong,
bro.
- We need to talk to her.
- And break cover?
It's just a block away.
I got this.
Your dirty clothes.
- Tumble dry on low, por favor.
- Don't get used to this.
♪ ♪
You gonna use this machine?
Huh?
No, I don't need it.
The machines on this side
are much better.
They don't short you
on the rinse cycle.
[coins clinking]
[machine beeps]
[sighs]
25 minutes of peace and music.
That's a cute tattoo.
Is it a cocoon?
- Yes, for a silkworm.
- Oh.
I have a spider in a web.
[coughing]
Sorry, must be all the lint.
[coughing]
[suspenseful music]
[grunts, coughs]
Damn, I thought
I brought my inhaler.
You have asthma?
[coughs] Mm-hmm.
- Albuterol?
- Uh-huh.
[coughs]
You have asthma too?
No, but I have an inhaler.
[coughing]
[coughs]
[sucks in breath, moans]
[sighs]
Thank you.
[door squeaks open]
- Look who's here.
- Oh!
[laughs]
Oh, did you have fun
with ChaCha?
They played so nice together.
- Oh.
[speaks indistinctly, laughs]
- That kid looks mixed.
He could be Hayden's son.
Found the son he lost,
started a whole new family.
He didn't need this,
not even once.
Here you go.
[speaking Chinese]
Who's a lucky boy?
You're gonna get on
a big plane to go see Grandma.
[speaking Chinese]
[speaking Chinese]
Kenny.
She's saying her and the kid
are taking a plane tonight.
Her friend thinks she's going
to Taiwan.
[both speaking Chinese]
And that's about
a baby's doctor's appointmen,
day after tomorrow.
The friend cancelled it,
but our girl thinks
she still might be here.
Sounds like maybe
she's having second thoughts
about running off to China
with Hayden.
- Say, "bye."
- Say, "bye."
Say, "bye."
- Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.
[laughs] [door squeaks open]
He's so handsome.
- What's his name?
- Eli.
It was his first birthday
last month.
Hey, boss,
Taiwan government confirms
Cassie Zheng's passport is
legit.
But they can't find
any employment records for her
in Taiwan or any record
she ever attended school there,
not even grammar school.
It's like she was born
the day she got her passport
five years ago.
I have to take him home
to feed him.
I'll be back in 30 minutes.
Oh, I can watch your stuff.
- Oh.
- It's the least I can do.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Say, "bye-bye," Eli.
She's heading home.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[exhales deeply]
The medication on that
Chinese agent in the park...
Blood pressure pills for Hayden,
asthma inhaler for the baby,
and progesterone...
presumably for the girlfriend,
Cassie.
That's for PMS, right?
Sounds right.
So does a 300-milligram dose
every day sound right to you?
♪ ♪
- [coos]
- Oh.
[knocking at door]
- Oh.
- [cooing]
[grunts softly]
The attendant gave me
your address.
Your laundry was dry.
Oh, thank you.
Cassie Zheng, I'm Agent LaCroix.
We need to talk to you
about Paul Hayden.
- Wha... well, what happened?
- He's trying to leave
the country tonight, isn't he?
And you're gonna help us
stop him.
- I love him.
He loves me.
He loves our son.
You're supposed to go
with him, but you're afraid
of what'll happen to you
once you get to China.
The government in China,
they don't like
people from Taiwan.
[sighs]
That's not the reason
you're afraid, is it, Cassie?
The silkworm inside the cocoon,
that's you, isn't it,
becoming the person
you were meant to be?
[dramatic music]
You're afraid because
transgender people
are not accepted in China.
♪ ♪
They think we are mentally ill.
They might take your son
away from you.
Not even Paul can protect you.
When Paul told me
we had to go to China,
I said, "yes,"
because of his safety.
Where are you supposed
to meet him?
I... I don't know.
They call will call
and come pick me up.
♪ ♪
I know that what Paul did
is wrong,
but we are a family.
But in China...
[coos]
- I don't know what to do.
Please, help us.
♪ ♪
[lullaby plays softly]
I was Paul's
conversation partner
at the language school.
That's how we met.
We fell in love.
Does he know your status?
♪ ♪
But you've been with Paul
almost three years.
Don't you trust him?
I trust Paul,
but I don't wanna lose him.
And the people around him,
in the government,
if they find out, they could
take away my green card.
This beautiful boy,
how did that happen?
My sister came from Taiwan.
She was our surrogate.
I told Paul I was not fertile.
More than anything,
Paul wanted a child.
Eli has our family's blood.
He has Paul's blood.
He's our son.
You don't have to convince us.
You said you didn't know
he was selling
secrets to the Chinese.
How do you think he paid
for this apartment?
When Eli was born,
it was very hard.
There was no money.
But then Paul said
he found
a new business opportunity.
If I had known
what he was really doing,
I would have stopped him.
If he makes it to China
and tells them what he knows,
people will die.
We can't let that happen.
What will happen to him
if he stays here?
He'll go to prison.
[exhales sharply]
[cell phone ringing, buzzing]
Caller unknown.
Well, take a seat.
[cell phone ringing, buzzing
continues]
Put it on speaker.
Cassie, it's Paul.
I'm... I'm so relieved
to hear your voice.
They're sending someone
to pick you up.
How's Eli?
He misses you.
- We'll be together soon.
Everything will be all right.
Paul, are... you're sure
this is the right thing?
- It has to be.
There's no choice.
[tense music]
Are you okay?
Yes, uh, I'm just nervous.
I'll take care of you and Eli.
We'll have a good life.
I'll see you soon.
I love you.
I love you too, Paul.
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Come in quickly.
♪ ♪
Give me your phone.
♪ ♪
[cell phone clatters]
You can get a better phone
in China.
The Cross Bronx to New Jersey.
They're being careful.
[engine turns over]
[unsettling music]
♪ ♪
What a healthy boy.
The most precious gift a woman
can give a man is a son.
Where are we going?
You'll see.
[cell phone buzzing]
You have another phone?
- No.
- Give me your bag.
What are you doing?
You're transmitting.
Damn, they made her.
Knock out their cell phones now.
[device beeps]
Let's move in.
Move in.
[sirens wailing]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Get out of the car!
♪ ♪
Move now!
♪ ♪
- Stupid girl.
[handcuffs clicking]
♪ ♪
- Hey, boss.
- [exhales deeply]
Yeah?
Hayden and the Chinese are
using WeChat to communicate,
but they're hiding behind
a half-dozen encrypted VPNs.
It's gonna take a while
to break through.
So if you wanna find Hayden now,
you gotta think of
something else.
♪ ♪
You mean something
that's dear to his heart?
♪ ♪
Yeah.
♪ ♪
Mr. Woo, how would you feel
if we sent you back to China?
No, I haven't been there
in 45 years.
All my grandchildren are
right here.
I thought so.
If you wanna stay here,
you're gonna have to help us.
♪ ♪
[train roars]
[speaking Chinese]
[speaks Chinese]
- No, my son has pink eye.
He could lose his eye.
Find them a pharmacy.
There's medicine in China.
We're not waiting 16 hours.
Find them a pharmacy
or our deal is off.
[domineering music]
♪ ♪
[speaking Chinese]
There's a 24-hour pharmacy
on Dayton Road
in Jamesburg, New Jersey.
There's an airfield
five miles away,
Black Pond Airport, privately
owned for general aviation.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[speaks Chinese]
[speaks Chinese]
♪ ♪
I have a federal warrant
for the arrest of Paul Hayden.
I believe he's in that plane.
This plane is flagged under
the People's Republic of China
and not subject to searches
or seizures.
Castille says to hold off,
can't so much as lay
a finger on them.
♪ ♪
Paul Hayden!
I have somebody
who wants to talk to you.
- Paul.
Sweetheart, I'm here with Eli.
Please, we need to see you.
Eli needs to see his Papa.
Cassie!
Run to me.
They won't stop you!
She's not going anywhere.
Please, Paul, don't leave.
We'll never see each other
again.
You won't see Eli grow up.
He needs you.
I need you.
If I stay, I'll be in prison.
Even if you're in prison,
we can still be a family.
♪ ♪
Forget her.
There are many pretty girls
in China.
This one wasn't even born
a woman.
What?
What does he me... what does
he mean?
I transitioned
eight years ago in Taiwan.
[cries]
Paul, this is me, the real me.
You've always known the real me.
Why didn't you tell me?
I... I was afraid...
afraid you'd stop seeing me
as who I really am.
I'm sorry.
[Eli crying]
♪ ♪
Cassie's the same person
she was five minutes ago, Paul.
The same woman you fell
in love with...
the mother of your child.
The woman who gave you
something to live for.
And you risked everything
for her, for your son...
Your good name, your oath,
your liberty.
Don't walk away from that.
I know you know Paul.
There's nothing more precious
than watching
your child grow up.
[suspenseful music]
[coos]
[sighs] The hell with it.
♪ ♪
- Hey, Cassie!
- Paul!
[overlapping shouting]
- Stop right there!
- It's far enough.
Right there, that's far enough!
You're on American soil now!
[somber music]
♪ ♪
Got him.
♪ ♪
He's clean.
♪ ♪
I love you so much.
- We won't abandon you.
We'll be there.
♪ ♪
- Let's go.
[handcuffs clinking]
♪ ♪
You saved a lot of people's
lives today.
Thank you.
I love him more than anything.
But I chose this country...
for me, for our son.
[poignant music]
I couldn't turn my back on it.
♪ ♪
[keys clacking]
[door opens, closes]
- [hums]
- [grunts]
[grunts softly]
Are you all right, Dad?
- Oh, it's nothing, sweetie.
Just a work thing.
I'll tell you about it later.
You know what I've been
wanting to do all day?
- Hmm?
- I've been wanting
to watch your video again.
- Oh.
Okay.
- Play it for me?
- Here you go.
But I want you to play
the part where you're spinning
in slow-mo.
Oh, okay.
- You got it?
- Yeah.
[keys clacking]
[upbeat hip-hop music]
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah,
pity poor immigrant ♪
You have a big heart, sweetie.
Hmm.
♪ Cold as ice,
sleeping on the ground ♪
I love you, Dad.
I love you.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪