Intelligence (2014): Season 1, Episode 13 - #DUPE# - full transcript
Previously on Intelligence...
- What is it?
- The Iranians had a novel idea,
to plant sleeper agents in US society.
They're here, lying and waiting
like snakes in the grass.
Gabriel went to the hotel and killed
those men in cold blood.
What the hell
is going on?
You said there were two scenarios.
What's the other?
The chip was hacked
and Gabriel was operated
remotely by someone else.
Get in.
As of this moment,
Lillian Strand has been removed
from her command.
It was Mei Chen.
Mei Chen?
She's the one that killed
those men and framed me.
It's a trap, Gabriel.
She's not alone.
Gabriel!
Where are you going?
They're gonna check
all the known safe houses.
There's only one place --
No.
Head west. Take surface streets.
I know where to go.
Something tells me
it's not a hospital.
Where are we going, Gabriel?
Yes, Gabriel, where are we going?
We're almost there.
Turn right.
Come on.
Where
are we, Gabriel?
Ahh.
This'll be interesting.
Shut up and help me!
Gabriel?
Hey, mom.
I need a big favor.
Stay with us, Gabriel.
It's okay, it's okay.
Lucky I still have this.
But what you need is a hospital!
Can't go to a hospital, ma.
What are you mixed up in, Gabriel?
Can we please talk
about this later?
I haven't taken care of
a gunshot wound in 30 years,
and there was always
a doctor around.
You're not a doctor?
Army field nurse, retired.
This was a great idea.
Please tell me
you're good at this.
For your information,
I was very good.
Encouraging.
Do you ever shut up?
Don't know if you've noticed,
but her hands are shaking.
Pour her a drink.
This just gets
better and better.
You think this is a joke?
This is my son!
One more crack out of you,
and I'll --
Mrs. Vaughn...
We can't do this
without anaesthesia.
Otherwise,
the pain will --
Hey, Gabriel!
Gabriel.
Gabriel!
Gabriel!
Well, at least
he won't feel it.
Here. Hold this.
I'm in a hospital?
I wish you were in a hospital.
Got it.
Relax.
I just thought this room
might make you feel
better, Gabriel.
It doesn't.
What's he saying?
Get out of my head.
Are you rendering with him?
Rendering?
What are you talking about?
I'm keeping him calm.
A simple "thank you"
would suffice.
I don't know what's going on
with you two,
but now is not the time.
Your mother doesn't
like me very much.
No one likes you very much.
You and I have so much more
in common than you realize --
both lost our fathers.
You lost a brother,
I lost a sister.
What do you want from me?
I want you to learn.
...As your
president, one step at a time...
What is this?
A last chance to see the truth.
The truth about what?
The people you work for, silly.
I will go where you can't go.
Governor Cameron --
what does she have to do
with any of this?
Some say she'll be
your next president.
Maybe you haven't noticed,
but I'm a little busy right now
trying not to die.
Sometimes I wonder if the chip
was wasted on you.
All right, I'll play.
Why do I care
about the next president?
I said she could be
the next president.
But sadly, governor Cameron
won't live that long.
You're gonna kill her?
Oh, please.
I don't work for free.
As you just learned, I'm
not the only assassin in town.
Why are you
telling me all this?
To prove that you're
on the wrong side,
that you're living a lie,
that what I've told you
is true,
that the people you work for
aren't who they seem.
Someone in your own government
hired me to frame you.
When that wasn't enough, they
tried to kill you, then me --
just like they'll do to her.
Give me a name.
If I knew who it was,
they'd already be dead.
But this one's been
very careful.
Why should I believe you?
I don't care if you believe me.
If you do, you'll stop them.
If you don't, they'll kill her.
Either way...
I'm gonna cyber on by
for a big fat "I told you so."
Then we'll pick up
where we left off.
Time to go back to mommy.
Hey, wait a second!
Wait!
Gabriel?
Where's Mei Chen?
Gabriel, are you okay?
Gabriel, calm down, please.
You have to find her.
Now, Riley!
She's not here.
Mei Chen's gone.
There's gonna be
an assassination.
One of our nation's
most decorated soldiers.
He's a hero, and now our
country's most secret weapon.
Gabriel possesses
a rare genetic mutation
that allowed us to implant
a microchip in his brain.
We connected his mind directly
to the information grid.
It's something the chip does
that nobody expected.
I can create a virtual snapshot
of an event in my mind
and then walk through it.
It's like
a virtual evidence wall.
At U.S. Cyber Command,
we created a highly specialized
unit around him...
Satellite in five.
...and assigned an agent
to protect him.
Run!
He's the first of his kind --
the next evolution
of intelligence.
What the hell
happened out there?
There were complications.
Complications?
Someone opened fire on my team,
and Gabriel was hit.
What's his status?
I wish I knew.
The shooter wasn't one of mine.
So you've said, several times.
This never would have happened
in the first place
if you hadn't tried
to go behind my back.
What's he talking about?
Lillian arranged
for a private meet.
If you hadn't been set up on me,
Gabriel, Riley, and Mei Chen
would be with us
here right now.
Mei Chen?
Mei Chen was with Gabriel and Riley.
How?
She's the one who murdered
Colonel Hatcher and Bernard
at that hotel.
She framed Gabriel.
That's what Gabriel claims.
Well, whatever the truth is,
we need to find them.
Well, you won't find them --
not now.
Watch me.
Listen up.
Gabriel is now wounded,
possibly fatally.
I want you to paper
every hospital, E.R.,
and medical clinic.
Now, he was last seen
with Agent Neal
and someone you're all
familiar with -- Mei Chen.
They just evaded our tac team
and, with that, forfeited any
chance at a peaceful surrender.
Force protocol
remains echo-foxtrot.
These fugitives are to be
considered armed and dangerous.
Jeff, if you're
telling the truth
and you didn't order that shot,
that means there's an
unidentified shooter out there,
which could prove that Gabriel
didn't kill those men in that hotel.
That has to change
the force protocol.
We can't be killing
our own people.
You authorized me
to bring the asset in, Adam.
And I can't do that with her
second-guessing every turn I make.
Now, either my orders stand
or they don't.
For God's sake,
put a stop to this.
Lillian, if a rogue f-16 was
headed to the nation's capital,
we'd blow it out of the sky.
Well, Gabriel
isn't a fighter jet.
Yes, he is.
And for all we know,
he's being piloted by Mei Chen.
Cassidy confirmed that the chip
is vulnerable
to an outside influence.
We have no choice
but to bring them all down.
Mei Chen was the key
to proving your innocence.
She may also be the key
to stopping the assassination
of Governor Cameron.
How do we know that it's not
Mei Chen that's gonna kill her?
Let me ask you something --
do you think it was our people
that took a shot at us?
Lillian?
Absolutely not.
Tetazoo?
I wouldn't put it past him.
Okay, I'm a fugitive,
but I'm still a pretty expensive
piece of hardware.
Why risk killing me
if you don't have to?
That's a good point.
It's not standard
operating procedure
for him to have ordered
that shot.
Exactly.
And if we accept that,
we also have to consider
that Mei Chen is at least
telling a partial truth.
That there's
another shooter out there.
Okay. If that's true,
they're targeting Cameron.
Why would Mei Chen
bother to tell you?
She wasn't paid
to kill Cameron,
and because she wants to find
that shooter as much as we do.
So, do we involve Lillian?
One thing's clear --
she's no longer in control.
Then what next?
You should warn
Governor Cameron.
Mom, you said you went
to the kitchen to make tea.
You lied.
There she is.
Says there she's back at
the state house for some vote.
You can take my car
if you want.
I'd love some tea.
You two want to tell me
what the hell's going on?
Nothing's going on.
I don't see my son
for months on end,
then he shows up
with a bullet in his belly.
That standard
operating procedure for you?
Mrs. Vaughn, I --
I'm talking to my son.
You, young lady,
ought to talk to the governor
before she gets herself dead.
She's right.
I should warn the governor.
Do you have a way to reach her?
Yeah.
I have a way.
Look, you call me
out of the blue,
you tell me you need to talk
to my protectee, off the books,
and I can't ask any questions?
It's better for you
that way. Trust me.
You know, I could get jammed up
for this, thriller.
Not if you don't know anything.
Right now, I'm just
a fellow agent you trust,
asking for five minutes with your
protectee.
Five minutes, Griff.
You owe me.
I'll see what I can do.
But no promises.
We don't have much time.
Have any of you heard
of an Iranian operation
known as the flood?
It's a top-secret Iranian
program begun in the '80s
to plant sleeper agents
in high-ranking positions
in the U.S. government.
It's similar to the Soviet
programs that we're all aware of
but designed differently.
Instead of grooming
Iranian nationals,
iranians recruited
and converted Americans.
Wait. Americans
spying for Iran?
Hundreds of them.
That's impossible.
Well, I believe
that Colonel Hatcher
discovered the identity
of one or more sleepers
in our government,
and that's why he
and Bernard were murdered.
And that's why they framed
Gabriel for the murders.
Because they knew
Gabriel and his chip
would be our best chance to
root them out and stop them.
Okay. But do we --
do we know who it is?
Not yet, but what I do know
is that Gabriel and Riley's
lives depend on us finding out.
- Well, we have to find them first.
- How?
Since I deleted the record
of Gabriel stealing the minivan,
the entire intelligence
apparatus has been tracking him.
And so far, they've come up
empty-handed.
Well, I'm counting on the fact that
they don't know him like we do.
Wait. He was shot.
Yes, Nelson, I know. I was there.
No, no.
What I mean is,
he might be America's
most powerful super weapon,
but he still needs a doctor.
Tetazoo's already chasing
that angle down.
He would not necessarily
need a doctor.
What do you mean?
Our original intake interviews
with Gabriel --
as I recall, his father
was K.I.A., but his mother...
Was a combat nurse.
Bad enough you joined the army
when I told you not to,
but now this.
Mom, you don't even know
what this is.
I know what a gunshot wound is,
and I know what it means
when you can't go to a doctor.
How about you tell me
why you started drinking again?
I thought you quit.
Yeah, well...
I'm no quitter.
And I don't need
a lecture from you.
Well, I don't need a lecture
from you, either.
Still the same smart-mouth
pain in the ass you ever were.
Well, I'm no quitter.
Thank you.
For what?
Not that you gave me
much choice.
But then, no one
in this family ever did.
Don't start with that now.
That's why I told you
not to join the damned army.
This isn't the army.
Well, whatever it is,
people are shooting at you.
That's the problem
with the men in this family --
you think your lives
belong to this country.
Well,
maybe it's the other way around.
Maybe we think
this country belongs to us.
Meanwhile, I heard you
saying your own people
set a trap for you?
They think I committed a crime.
They think I killed
three people.
Did you?
No.
What the hell?
I thought I saw something
move in the backyard.
You shouldn't get up.
Sh me. Where?
There --
that oak tree.
Another friend of yours?
Of course I heard about
the murders at the Windall.
What does any of that
have to do with me?
We're investigating
the murders,
and we have reason to believe
that whoever hired that assassin
has selected you
as the next target.
What is this
"reason to believe"?
Our information comes
from a source
who is extremely
well-connected.
I thought the death threats
were supposed to come
after you get elected.
You're the presumed
nominee, governor.
The next primary win
puts you over the top.
10 seconds.
So, who do think is behind this?
Someone who doesn't
want you to be president.
Can you narrow it down at all?
That's where it
gets complicated.
Here's mine.
I keep it in the dresser.
You keep this cannon
in a dresser?
Loaded?
Well, it ain't no paperweight.
Mom, get in the closet.
Gabriel, you could rip your sutures.
That's the least of our problems.
Now, get in the closet,
or I'll shoot you myself.
HK tactical --
nice weapon,
but my mom's, here,
will take your head clean off.
Thomas Olivier --
born Albany, New York.
No criminal record,
not on any watch lists.
Who the hell are you?
Who sent you?
Mom! Put that thing down
before you kill me!
Don't yell at me, young man!
That wasn't very smart,
fighting in your condition.
Are you kidding me?
And look what that son of
a bitch did to my nice stitches.
Now I'll have to start over.
Thanks, ma.
She also said she thinks the
conspiracy to assassinate me
might be coming
from one of my opponents.
How's your Monday?
I'm sorry, Christy, but you
know I'll doing everything I can
to get to the bottom of this.
Adam, you've known me 20 years,
so you know this isn't
the first time I've heard
that someone wants
to end my campaign.
But finding out someone wants
to do it by killing me?
Well, that's a new one,
even for me.
The first thing I'm gonna do
is remove the secret
service agent who let her in.
Already done.
Don't worry.
We're on-problem, I promise you.
What the hell is going on here?
I don't know.
Riley. Thank God.
Jameson, lower your weapon.
What?
Where's Gabriel?
I don't know.
I just got here.
Would you mind not pointing
your gun at me?
You first.
I'm not gonna shoot you, Riley.
We're on the same team here.
You sure about that?
Yes.
Very sure.
Now, where the hell is Gabriel?
There. That'll do.
Gabriel?
It's okay.
I'm fine.
You don't look fine.
He's not. Who the hell are you?
Mom, this is Chris Jameson.
He's a friend.
Right?
That hurts.
Try having your mom operate
on you with a kitchen knife.
And who's the dead guy?
Probably the one
who rearranged my stomach.
Look, we really have to move.
If that guy could find you and we could
find you, Tetazoo won't be far behind.
You're saying I didn't pick
a great hideout?
Looks like you picked
the right place to me.
Don't try to charm me,
young man.
I want to know right now
what the hell is going on.
Exactly who is trying
to kill my son?
We're trying
to figure that out.
You're not going anywhere
till I get some answers, boy.
Mom, I need you
to go to Aunt Gail's.
My sister?
I haven't talked to that
road whore in about two years.
That's exactly why they won't
think to look for you there.
Mom, this is serious.
I hadn't noticed.
I'll come get you in a couple days.
Then I'll tell you everything.
Promise.
Fine.
Oh, my God!
You're alive!
Ha-ha!
Ah-ah-ah-ah.
Gunshot wound.
Right. Yes. Gah!
Mwah!
Mnh, ohh!
Glad to see you, too.
All right, here. Sit. Come on.
Seriously, you guys cannot
run away anymore.
You're giving my dad
heart palpitations.
Not just my heart.
I hope you know
that I have been
and always will be
on your side.
I do know, Lillian.
Thank you for keeping him safe.
That's my job, right?
Yes, it is.
I don't know if you guys
know this, but apparently,
there are Iranian sleeper agents
in our government.
Feel safe?
- Is that true?
- Something called the flood.
We think it's why Mei Chen
killed Hatcher and Bernard.
Where is Mei Chen?
She got away.
Did you get any intel from her?
She mentioned the person
that hired her
worked for our government.
That must be
one of the sleepers.
You think that's
what Hatcher found out?
Who you are, what you have,
what you know --
that's why people get killed
in this business.
I listen.
So, what's the plan?
Well, surely, now we return
to CyberCom, right?
We regroup.
We know Gabriel's innocent.
We can't prove that yet.
And we can't trust Tetazoo.
Speak of the devil.
Hello, Jeff.
I have a lot to talk
with you about.
Me first.
There may be a lot more going on
here than we realize.
Go on.
We found a photograph
and other documents
in a safe-deposit box
out in Alexandria,
belonging to Colonel Hatcher.
What kind of a photograph?
According to his notes,
it comes directly
from the Iranian Savama files.
It was taken in 1989
at a farm near Montreal,
and I believe it's the proof
Hatcher was searching for
his whole life.
Proof of what?
Something called the flood.
The flood?
I'll tell you more in person.
Why, Jeff?
Why call me?
Because I was wrong
about Gabriel.
I'm sending you the photograph
right now on an encrypted server.
Password is
"crystal-palace-3-3-niner."
Sending now.
Jeff?
Jeff!
Jeff, talk to me.
Jeff? What's going on?
Jeff!
CIA director Jeffrey
Tetazoo was shot last night
in Washington, D.C.,
by an unknown assailant.
D.C. Metro police are working
closely with the CIA
to locate a suspect...
This is what he sent you.
Yes. What is it?
I can't tell.
Their faces are blurred.
There's six words written
on the back --
Bengal, Sumatran, Javan,
Caspian, Bali, Siberian.
Sounds like coffee.
It's probably not coffee.
No, they're tigers.
Those are subspecies of tigers.
Is that true?
Oh, my God.
What?
So, if the legend is true,
of the hundreds of sleepers
the Iranians recruited,
six of them were superstars,
and they were referred to
as the six tigers.
In 1989, Ayatollah
was on his death bed,
and he sent the six tigers
to a farm in Canada
to meet a secret envoy.
Apparently, a photograph
was supposed to have been taken,
and it was sent back
to Iran so the Ayatollah
could see the six tigers once
before he died.
You think this is that photo?
It has to be.
At least one of the men
in that photo is behind this --
the killings at the Windall,
the framing of Gabriel,
and the assassination plot
on Cameron.
If the legend is true, yes.
Guys, this photo was taken
a quarter century ago.
The faces are blurred,
and they could be anyone.
- Wait a second. The blur.
- What about it?
It was done by a computer.
So?
A computer in the '80s!
Yes!
It's a box blur!
Yes!
Meaning?
Eh, look, the blurring --
it's an algorithm.
It's a code.
Right? Nowadays, that would be
impossible to reverse,
but this is old technology.
As long as Gabriel has a baseline.
Baseline?
As long as he knows
one of the faces,
he can decode -- uh,
un-blur the rest of them!
But we don't have any faces.
We might.
That guy who came after you
at your mother's house --
he could be one of them.
He's the right age.
Do you have a picture of him?
Up here, I do.
Pulling up the photo now.
Okay, try to plug in the image
of your attacker
onto each of their faces
until you find a match.
Nothing yet.
Gotcha.
Riley was right.
That's the guy who came after me
at my mom's house.
Yes! Okay, that should be the seed value--
the -- the key code for the blur.
Now you should be able to use the code to try --
It's working.
Weatherly.
All this time,
it was right in front of me,
and I never saw it.
No one saw it.
Where is he?
I spoke to him this morning
after they found Tetazoo.
Did he tell you
where he was going?
Yeah. He did.
But you're not gonna like it.
This is a mistake.
We disagree.
We are so close to the flood
finally rising.
Finally rising?
I'm the director
of National Intelligence.
And that achieved a great deal,
including access to Clockwork,
but now we can take
the White House.
For us to succeed,
Governor Cameron must not.
She is, as they say, inevitable
unless we take action.
Khutai, we agreed on the
imperative to discredit Gabriel,
as he's best equipped
to stop us.
Now he's out there, hunting us,
and I'm best equipped
to stop him.
We can't risk losing me now.
We have others
to deal with Gabriel.
As for your task,
if ever there was evidence
of God smiling at us,
it is now.
You set up Cameron's security,
you're her friend --
you're trusted.
It will be difficult for you
for a while,
but ultimately,
it will be viewed
merely as tragic accident.
Khutai, you have to
listen to me.
No.
We listen only
to the word of our master.
That is the covenant.
Of the original 700
that Allah gave us,
your rise
was the least surprising.
You will succeed
because you are as wily
as the Javan tiger
from where you get your name.
Sad news today.
Our thoughts are with
Director Tetazoo's family
and colleagues.
I will refrain
from further comment
until we have more facts.
I want to thank each of you
for your generous contributions
to my campaign,
and thank you
for your charity gifts today.
Let's try to have
some fun, shall we?
You know the rules --
two people, two hours.
She who downs
the most birds wins.
Let's do it!
Uh, change of plans, Tommy.
You're going to partner
with C.J. today.
It's Weatherly's
first hunt with us,
and I promised I'd be gentle.
Sorry, general.
Hope you're a good shot.
I'd hate to crush you
at your own photo op.
Adam is a hell of a marksman.
Nice to see you.
Nice to see you.
Thanks for coming out today, Adam.
Of course, of course.
Hi.
We're all a bit shaken up.
Hi.
I'll just have to
keep you safe.
We need to find the governor
and Adam Weatherly.
It's a matter
of national security.
You missed them by 20 minutes.
They're hunting upland.
Uh, they'll keep
to the north slope.
You know...
I think I've made every
major decision in my life
in a setting
just like this one --
marrying Mike,
having our daughters...
Choosing to throw your hat
into the ring for president?
On a camping trip
just over that ridgeline.
I can see why you like it here.
It's so peaceful...
so remote.
That's right.
What is it?
Are you willing to sacrifice
everything for this?
The presidency?
Of course.
Aren't you willing
to sacrifice everything
for what you believe in?
I'm gonna move to our flank,
see if I can't flush those birds
to your position.
I knew we'd make a great team.
Are you gonna make it?
Don't worry about me.
I want to get
this son of a bitch.
Adam, you scared me.
I'm sorry, Christy.
It isn't personal.
What the hell are you doing?!
- Weatherly!
- Drop your weapon!
I'll get the governor.
Are you okay?
Yes.
Stay behind me.
Drop it.
Your mother was Iranian.
That's no secret, Lillian.
Is that why you did this?
In 1953, the CIA staged a series
of bombings in Iran,
turning the country
against its own democratically
elected government.
But your mother
didn't die in Iran.
No.
She was one of the bombers.
It destroyed her.
And the CIA not only
failed to help,
they denied she ever existed.
So this was revenge?
Your father likes to say
that we are defined
by the decisions we make.
I am defined
by the decisions of others.
You're not gonna
get off that easily.
You're a traitor, Adam.
We know about the flood.
We know about the six tigers.
It's over.
Tell us the name
of the candidate.
He's not one of the other
tigers. I know that.
Tell us his name
and your life will be easier.
Gabriel, did Lillian
or Cassidy ever tell you
why the program
is called Clockwork?
A 19th-century story
called
"The Ablest Man in the World."
About a man with a simple mind
who meets a mad doctor
who creates for him
a clockwork brain,
which is, of course, far
superior to any human brain.
The tragedy in the story comes
when he realizes
that he is no longer human,
that he is only a machine...
and, therefore,
will always be marginalized,
will always be ostracized,
and will always be terribly
and tragically...
alone.
Spoken by the only one
who will never walk out of here.
You're the one who's alone.
Mom, you didn't have to cook.
You're giving me a place to
stay. It's the least I can do.
The only reason you need a place is
'cause he burned down your kitchen.
Hey, what kind
of partner are you?
Truth is, I wanted to spend
some time with your girl here.
No, it's not like that.
He lost a wife,
took him a while
to get back on his feet,
but I'm glad to see
he's met someone he cares about.
Mom.
How about some truth?
What's going on with you that
so many people want you dead?
Truth.
Right here, right now.
All right.
Remember when Johnny
got that tattoo?
Remember how mad you got?
It's kind of like that.
Gabriel.
I have a microchip
implanted in my brain, mom.
It's experimental --
first of its kind.
I can access everything.
As long as it's connected
to the information grid,
I can get in.
This is in
your brain right now?
Does it hurt?
No.
What's the downside?
I'm different.
You look the same to me.
Some people are worried I can be
programmed like a computer
because I'm part computer.
I'm not all...
you know...human.
Some people are worried?
Are you "some people"?
Maybe. A little.
This Weatherly character --
you said they
brainwashed him, right?
Got him when he was a kid,
filled his head
full of crap for years,
all so they could get him
to do some bad stuff
when he got older?
Yeah, but what does this
have to do with me, mom?
Just that it seems to me,
you don't need a microchip
in your brain to be programmed.
I got to check on our dinner.
Moms --
what you gonna do?
Yeah, I don't pretend
to know what it's like
to have a computer in my head.
But, uh...
I do know you,
and there's one thing
I'm certain of.
What's that?
That chip doesn't
make you less than human.
Makes you more than human.
I knew Khutai would
send someone to save me.
It's done.
I have more work,
if you're interested.
I might be.
Good.
I'll be in touch.
- What is it?
- The Iranians had a novel idea,
to plant sleeper agents in US society.
They're here, lying and waiting
like snakes in the grass.
Gabriel went to the hotel and killed
those men in cold blood.
What the hell
is going on?
You said there were two scenarios.
What's the other?
The chip was hacked
and Gabriel was operated
remotely by someone else.
Get in.
As of this moment,
Lillian Strand has been removed
from her command.
It was Mei Chen.
Mei Chen?
She's the one that killed
those men and framed me.
It's a trap, Gabriel.
She's not alone.
Gabriel!
Where are you going?
They're gonna check
all the known safe houses.
There's only one place --
No.
Head west. Take surface streets.
I know where to go.
Something tells me
it's not a hospital.
Where are we going, Gabriel?
Yes, Gabriel, where are we going?
We're almost there.
Turn right.
Come on.
Where
are we, Gabriel?
Ahh.
This'll be interesting.
Shut up and help me!
Gabriel?
Hey, mom.
I need a big favor.
Stay with us, Gabriel.
It's okay, it's okay.
Lucky I still have this.
But what you need is a hospital!
Can't go to a hospital, ma.
What are you mixed up in, Gabriel?
Can we please talk
about this later?
I haven't taken care of
a gunshot wound in 30 years,
and there was always
a doctor around.
You're not a doctor?
Army field nurse, retired.
This was a great idea.
Please tell me
you're good at this.
For your information,
I was very good.
Encouraging.
Do you ever shut up?
Don't know if you've noticed,
but her hands are shaking.
Pour her a drink.
This just gets
better and better.
You think this is a joke?
This is my son!
One more crack out of you,
and I'll --
Mrs. Vaughn...
We can't do this
without anaesthesia.
Otherwise,
the pain will --
Hey, Gabriel!
Gabriel.
Gabriel!
Gabriel!
Well, at least
he won't feel it.
Here. Hold this.
I'm in a hospital?
I wish you were in a hospital.
Got it.
Relax.
I just thought this room
might make you feel
better, Gabriel.
It doesn't.
What's he saying?
Get out of my head.
Are you rendering with him?
Rendering?
What are you talking about?
I'm keeping him calm.
A simple "thank you"
would suffice.
I don't know what's going on
with you two,
but now is not the time.
Your mother doesn't
like me very much.
No one likes you very much.
You and I have so much more
in common than you realize --
both lost our fathers.
You lost a brother,
I lost a sister.
What do you want from me?
I want you to learn.
...As your
president, one step at a time...
What is this?
A last chance to see the truth.
The truth about what?
The people you work for, silly.
I will go where you can't go.
Governor Cameron --
what does she have to do
with any of this?
Some say she'll be
your next president.
Maybe you haven't noticed,
but I'm a little busy right now
trying not to die.
Sometimes I wonder if the chip
was wasted on you.
All right, I'll play.
Why do I care
about the next president?
I said she could be
the next president.
But sadly, governor Cameron
won't live that long.
You're gonna kill her?
Oh, please.
I don't work for free.
As you just learned, I'm
not the only assassin in town.
Why are you
telling me all this?
To prove that you're
on the wrong side,
that you're living a lie,
that what I've told you
is true,
that the people you work for
aren't who they seem.
Someone in your own government
hired me to frame you.
When that wasn't enough, they
tried to kill you, then me --
just like they'll do to her.
Give me a name.
If I knew who it was,
they'd already be dead.
But this one's been
very careful.
Why should I believe you?
I don't care if you believe me.
If you do, you'll stop them.
If you don't, they'll kill her.
Either way...
I'm gonna cyber on by
for a big fat "I told you so."
Then we'll pick up
where we left off.
Time to go back to mommy.
Hey, wait a second!
Wait!
Gabriel?
Where's Mei Chen?
Gabriel, are you okay?
Gabriel, calm down, please.
You have to find her.
Now, Riley!
She's not here.
Mei Chen's gone.
There's gonna be
an assassination.
One of our nation's
most decorated soldiers.
He's a hero, and now our
country's most secret weapon.
Gabriel possesses
a rare genetic mutation
that allowed us to implant
a microchip in his brain.
We connected his mind directly
to the information grid.
It's something the chip does
that nobody expected.
I can create a virtual snapshot
of an event in my mind
and then walk through it.
It's like
a virtual evidence wall.
At U.S. Cyber Command,
we created a highly specialized
unit around him...
Satellite in five.
...and assigned an agent
to protect him.
Run!
He's the first of his kind --
the next evolution
of intelligence.
What the hell
happened out there?
There were complications.
Complications?
Someone opened fire on my team,
and Gabriel was hit.
What's his status?
I wish I knew.
The shooter wasn't one of mine.
So you've said, several times.
This never would have happened
in the first place
if you hadn't tried
to go behind my back.
What's he talking about?
Lillian arranged
for a private meet.
If you hadn't been set up on me,
Gabriel, Riley, and Mei Chen
would be with us
here right now.
Mei Chen?
Mei Chen was with Gabriel and Riley.
How?
She's the one who murdered
Colonel Hatcher and Bernard
at that hotel.
She framed Gabriel.
That's what Gabriel claims.
Well, whatever the truth is,
we need to find them.
Well, you won't find them --
not now.
Watch me.
Listen up.
Gabriel is now wounded,
possibly fatally.
I want you to paper
every hospital, E.R.,
and medical clinic.
Now, he was last seen
with Agent Neal
and someone you're all
familiar with -- Mei Chen.
They just evaded our tac team
and, with that, forfeited any
chance at a peaceful surrender.
Force protocol
remains echo-foxtrot.
These fugitives are to be
considered armed and dangerous.
Jeff, if you're
telling the truth
and you didn't order that shot,
that means there's an
unidentified shooter out there,
which could prove that Gabriel
didn't kill those men in that hotel.
That has to change
the force protocol.
We can't be killing
our own people.
You authorized me
to bring the asset in, Adam.
And I can't do that with her
second-guessing every turn I make.
Now, either my orders stand
or they don't.
For God's sake,
put a stop to this.
Lillian, if a rogue f-16 was
headed to the nation's capital,
we'd blow it out of the sky.
Well, Gabriel
isn't a fighter jet.
Yes, he is.
And for all we know,
he's being piloted by Mei Chen.
Cassidy confirmed that the chip
is vulnerable
to an outside influence.
We have no choice
but to bring them all down.
Mei Chen was the key
to proving your innocence.
She may also be the key
to stopping the assassination
of Governor Cameron.
How do we know that it's not
Mei Chen that's gonna kill her?
Let me ask you something --
do you think it was our people
that took a shot at us?
Lillian?
Absolutely not.
Tetazoo?
I wouldn't put it past him.
Okay, I'm a fugitive,
but I'm still a pretty expensive
piece of hardware.
Why risk killing me
if you don't have to?
That's a good point.
It's not standard
operating procedure
for him to have ordered
that shot.
Exactly.
And if we accept that,
we also have to consider
that Mei Chen is at least
telling a partial truth.
That there's
another shooter out there.
Okay. If that's true,
they're targeting Cameron.
Why would Mei Chen
bother to tell you?
She wasn't paid
to kill Cameron,
and because she wants to find
that shooter as much as we do.
So, do we involve Lillian?
One thing's clear --
she's no longer in control.
Then what next?
You should warn
Governor Cameron.
Mom, you said you went
to the kitchen to make tea.
You lied.
There she is.
Says there she's back at
the state house for some vote.
You can take my car
if you want.
I'd love some tea.
You two want to tell me
what the hell's going on?
Nothing's going on.
I don't see my son
for months on end,
then he shows up
with a bullet in his belly.
That standard
operating procedure for you?
Mrs. Vaughn, I --
I'm talking to my son.
You, young lady,
ought to talk to the governor
before she gets herself dead.
She's right.
I should warn the governor.
Do you have a way to reach her?
Yeah.
I have a way.
Look, you call me
out of the blue,
you tell me you need to talk
to my protectee, off the books,
and I can't ask any questions?
It's better for you
that way. Trust me.
You know, I could get jammed up
for this, thriller.
Not if you don't know anything.
Right now, I'm just
a fellow agent you trust,
asking for five minutes with your
protectee.
Five minutes, Griff.
You owe me.
I'll see what I can do.
But no promises.
We don't have much time.
Have any of you heard
of an Iranian operation
known as the flood?
It's a top-secret Iranian
program begun in the '80s
to plant sleeper agents
in high-ranking positions
in the U.S. government.
It's similar to the Soviet
programs that we're all aware of
but designed differently.
Instead of grooming
Iranian nationals,
iranians recruited
and converted Americans.
Wait. Americans
spying for Iran?
Hundreds of them.
That's impossible.
Well, I believe
that Colonel Hatcher
discovered the identity
of one or more sleepers
in our government,
and that's why he
and Bernard were murdered.
And that's why they framed
Gabriel for the murders.
Because they knew
Gabriel and his chip
would be our best chance to
root them out and stop them.
Okay. But do we --
do we know who it is?
Not yet, but what I do know
is that Gabriel and Riley's
lives depend on us finding out.
- Well, we have to find them first.
- How?
Since I deleted the record
of Gabriel stealing the minivan,
the entire intelligence
apparatus has been tracking him.
And so far, they've come up
empty-handed.
Well, I'm counting on the fact that
they don't know him like we do.
Wait. He was shot.
Yes, Nelson, I know. I was there.
No, no.
What I mean is,
he might be America's
most powerful super weapon,
but he still needs a doctor.
Tetazoo's already chasing
that angle down.
He would not necessarily
need a doctor.
What do you mean?
Our original intake interviews
with Gabriel --
as I recall, his father
was K.I.A., but his mother...
Was a combat nurse.
Bad enough you joined the army
when I told you not to,
but now this.
Mom, you don't even know
what this is.
I know what a gunshot wound is,
and I know what it means
when you can't go to a doctor.
How about you tell me
why you started drinking again?
I thought you quit.
Yeah, well...
I'm no quitter.
And I don't need
a lecture from you.
Well, I don't need a lecture
from you, either.
Still the same smart-mouth
pain in the ass you ever were.
Well, I'm no quitter.
Thank you.
For what?
Not that you gave me
much choice.
But then, no one
in this family ever did.
Don't start with that now.
That's why I told you
not to join the damned army.
This isn't the army.
Well, whatever it is,
people are shooting at you.
That's the problem
with the men in this family --
you think your lives
belong to this country.
Well,
maybe it's the other way around.
Maybe we think
this country belongs to us.
Meanwhile, I heard you
saying your own people
set a trap for you?
They think I committed a crime.
They think I killed
three people.
Did you?
No.
What the hell?
I thought I saw something
move in the backyard.
You shouldn't get up.
Sh me. Where?
There --
that oak tree.
Another friend of yours?
Of course I heard about
the murders at the Windall.
What does any of that
have to do with me?
We're investigating
the murders,
and we have reason to believe
that whoever hired that assassin
has selected you
as the next target.
What is this
"reason to believe"?
Our information comes
from a source
who is extremely
well-connected.
I thought the death threats
were supposed to come
after you get elected.
You're the presumed
nominee, governor.
The next primary win
puts you over the top.
10 seconds.
So, who do think is behind this?
Someone who doesn't
want you to be president.
Can you narrow it down at all?
That's where it
gets complicated.
Here's mine.
I keep it in the dresser.
You keep this cannon
in a dresser?
Loaded?
Well, it ain't no paperweight.
Mom, get in the closet.
Gabriel, you could rip your sutures.
That's the least of our problems.
Now, get in the closet,
or I'll shoot you myself.
HK tactical --
nice weapon,
but my mom's, here,
will take your head clean off.
Thomas Olivier --
born Albany, New York.
No criminal record,
not on any watch lists.
Who the hell are you?
Who sent you?
Mom! Put that thing down
before you kill me!
Don't yell at me, young man!
That wasn't very smart,
fighting in your condition.
Are you kidding me?
And look what that son of
a bitch did to my nice stitches.
Now I'll have to start over.
Thanks, ma.
She also said she thinks the
conspiracy to assassinate me
might be coming
from one of my opponents.
How's your Monday?
I'm sorry, Christy, but you
know I'll doing everything I can
to get to the bottom of this.
Adam, you've known me 20 years,
so you know this isn't
the first time I've heard
that someone wants
to end my campaign.
But finding out someone wants
to do it by killing me?
Well, that's a new one,
even for me.
The first thing I'm gonna do
is remove the secret
service agent who let her in.
Already done.
Don't worry.
We're on-problem, I promise you.
What the hell is going on here?
I don't know.
Riley. Thank God.
Jameson, lower your weapon.
What?
Where's Gabriel?
I don't know.
I just got here.
Would you mind not pointing
your gun at me?
You first.
I'm not gonna shoot you, Riley.
We're on the same team here.
You sure about that?
Yes.
Very sure.
Now, where the hell is Gabriel?
There. That'll do.
Gabriel?
It's okay.
I'm fine.
You don't look fine.
He's not. Who the hell are you?
Mom, this is Chris Jameson.
He's a friend.
Right?
That hurts.
Try having your mom operate
on you with a kitchen knife.
And who's the dead guy?
Probably the one
who rearranged my stomach.
Look, we really have to move.
If that guy could find you and we could
find you, Tetazoo won't be far behind.
You're saying I didn't pick
a great hideout?
Looks like you picked
the right place to me.
Don't try to charm me,
young man.
I want to know right now
what the hell is going on.
Exactly who is trying
to kill my son?
We're trying
to figure that out.
You're not going anywhere
till I get some answers, boy.
Mom, I need you
to go to Aunt Gail's.
My sister?
I haven't talked to that
road whore in about two years.
That's exactly why they won't
think to look for you there.
Mom, this is serious.
I hadn't noticed.
I'll come get you in a couple days.
Then I'll tell you everything.
Promise.
Fine.
Oh, my God!
You're alive!
Ha-ha!
Ah-ah-ah-ah.
Gunshot wound.
Right. Yes. Gah!
Mwah!
Mnh, ohh!
Glad to see you, too.
All right, here. Sit. Come on.
Seriously, you guys cannot
run away anymore.
You're giving my dad
heart palpitations.
Not just my heart.
I hope you know
that I have been
and always will be
on your side.
I do know, Lillian.
Thank you for keeping him safe.
That's my job, right?
Yes, it is.
I don't know if you guys
know this, but apparently,
there are Iranian sleeper agents
in our government.
Feel safe?
- Is that true?
- Something called the flood.
We think it's why Mei Chen
killed Hatcher and Bernard.
Where is Mei Chen?
She got away.
Did you get any intel from her?
She mentioned the person
that hired her
worked for our government.
That must be
one of the sleepers.
You think that's
what Hatcher found out?
Who you are, what you have,
what you know --
that's why people get killed
in this business.
I listen.
So, what's the plan?
Well, surely, now we return
to CyberCom, right?
We regroup.
We know Gabriel's innocent.
We can't prove that yet.
And we can't trust Tetazoo.
Speak of the devil.
Hello, Jeff.
I have a lot to talk
with you about.
Me first.
There may be a lot more going on
here than we realize.
Go on.
We found a photograph
and other documents
in a safe-deposit box
out in Alexandria,
belonging to Colonel Hatcher.
What kind of a photograph?
According to his notes,
it comes directly
from the Iranian Savama files.
It was taken in 1989
at a farm near Montreal,
and I believe it's the proof
Hatcher was searching for
his whole life.
Proof of what?
Something called the flood.
The flood?
I'll tell you more in person.
Why, Jeff?
Why call me?
Because I was wrong
about Gabriel.
I'm sending you the photograph
right now on an encrypted server.
Password is
"crystal-palace-3-3-niner."
Sending now.
Jeff?
Jeff!
Jeff, talk to me.
Jeff? What's going on?
Jeff!
CIA director Jeffrey
Tetazoo was shot last night
in Washington, D.C.,
by an unknown assailant.
D.C. Metro police are working
closely with the CIA
to locate a suspect...
This is what he sent you.
Yes. What is it?
I can't tell.
Their faces are blurred.
There's six words written
on the back --
Bengal, Sumatran, Javan,
Caspian, Bali, Siberian.
Sounds like coffee.
It's probably not coffee.
No, they're tigers.
Those are subspecies of tigers.
Is that true?
Oh, my God.
What?
So, if the legend is true,
of the hundreds of sleepers
the Iranians recruited,
six of them were superstars,
and they were referred to
as the six tigers.
In 1989, Ayatollah
was on his death bed,
and he sent the six tigers
to a farm in Canada
to meet a secret envoy.
Apparently, a photograph
was supposed to have been taken,
and it was sent back
to Iran so the Ayatollah
could see the six tigers once
before he died.
You think this is that photo?
It has to be.
At least one of the men
in that photo is behind this --
the killings at the Windall,
the framing of Gabriel,
and the assassination plot
on Cameron.
If the legend is true, yes.
Guys, this photo was taken
a quarter century ago.
The faces are blurred,
and they could be anyone.
- Wait a second. The blur.
- What about it?
It was done by a computer.
So?
A computer in the '80s!
Yes!
It's a box blur!
Yes!
Meaning?
Eh, look, the blurring --
it's an algorithm.
It's a code.
Right? Nowadays, that would be
impossible to reverse,
but this is old technology.
As long as Gabriel has a baseline.
Baseline?
As long as he knows
one of the faces,
he can decode -- uh,
un-blur the rest of them!
But we don't have any faces.
We might.
That guy who came after you
at your mother's house --
he could be one of them.
He's the right age.
Do you have a picture of him?
Up here, I do.
Pulling up the photo now.
Okay, try to plug in the image
of your attacker
onto each of their faces
until you find a match.
Nothing yet.
Gotcha.
Riley was right.
That's the guy who came after me
at my mom's house.
Yes! Okay, that should be the seed value--
the -- the key code for the blur.
Now you should be able to use the code to try --
It's working.
Weatherly.
All this time,
it was right in front of me,
and I never saw it.
No one saw it.
Where is he?
I spoke to him this morning
after they found Tetazoo.
Did he tell you
where he was going?
Yeah. He did.
But you're not gonna like it.
This is a mistake.
We disagree.
We are so close to the flood
finally rising.
Finally rising?
I'm the director
of National Intelligence.
And that achieved a great deal,
including access to Clockwork,
but now we can take
the White House.
For us to succeed,
Governor Cameron must not.
She is, as they say, inevitable
unless we take action.
Khutai, we agreed on the
imperative to discredit Gabriel,
as he's best equipped
to stop us.
Now he's out there, hunting us,
and I'm best equipped
to stop him.
We can't risk losing me now.
We have others
to deal with Gabriel.
As for your task,
if ever there was evidence
of God smiling at us,
it is now.
You set up Cameron's security,
you're her friend --
you're trusted.
It will be difficult for you
for a while,
but ultimately,
it will be viewed
merely as tragic accident.
Khutai, you have to
listen to me.
No.
We listen only
to the word of our master.
That is the covenant.
Of the original 700
that Allah gave us,
your rise
was the least surprising.
You will succeed
because you are as wily
as the Javan tiger
from where you get your name.
Sad news today.
Our thoughts are with
Director Tetazoo's family
and colleagues.
I will refrain
from further comment
until we have more facts.
I want to thank each of you
for your generous contributions
to my campaign,
and thank you
for your charity gifts today.
Let's try to have
some fun, shall we?
You know the rules --
two people, two hours.
She who downs
the most birds wins.
Let's do it!
Uh, change of plans, Tommy.
You're going to partner
with C.J. today.
It's Weatherly's
first hunt with us,
and I promised I'd be gentle.
Sorry, general.
Hope you're a good shot.
I'd hate to crush you
at your own photo op.
Adam is a hell of a marksman.
Nice to see you.
Nice to see you.
Thanks for coming out today, Adam.
Of course, of course.
Hi.
We're all a bit shaken up.
Hi.
I'll just have to
keep you safe.
We need to find the governor
and Adam Weatherly.
It's a matter
of national security.
You missed them by 20 minutes.
They're hunting upland.
Uh, they'll keep
to the north slope.
You know...
I think I've made every
major decision in my life
in a setting
just like this one --
marrying Mike,
having our daughters...
Choosing to throw your hat
into the ring for president?
On a camping trip
just over that ridgeline.
I can see why you like it here.
It's so peaceful...
so remote.
That's right.
What is it?
Are you willing to sacrifice
everything for this?
The presidency?
Of course.
Aren't you willing
to sacrifice everything
for what you believe in?
I'm gonna move to our flank,
see if I can't flush those birds
to your position.
I knew we'd make a great team.
Are you gonna make it?
Don't worry about me.
I want to get
this son of a bitch.
Adam, you scared me.
I'm sorry, Christy.
It isn't personal.
What the hell are you doing?!
- Weatherly!
- Drop your weapon!
I'll get the governor.
Are you okay?
Yes.
Stay behind me.
Drop it.
Your mother was Iranian.
That's no secret, Lillian.
Is that why you did this?
In 1953, the CIA staged a series
of bombings in Iran,
turning the country
against its own democratically
elected government.
But your mother
didn't die in Iran.
No.
She was one of the bombers.
It destroyed her.
And the CIA not only
failed to help,
they denied she ever existed.
So this was revenge?
Your father likes to say
that we are defined
by the decisions we make.
I am defined
by the decisions of others.
You're not gonna
get off that easily.
You're a traitor, Adam.
We know about the flood.
We know about the six tigers.
It's over.
Tell us the name
of the candidate.
He's not one of the other
tigers. I know that.
Tell us his name
and your life will be easier.
Gabriel, did Lillian
or Cassidy ever tell you
why the program
is called Clockwork?
A 19th-century story
called
"The Ablest Man in the World."
About a man with a simple mind
who meets a mad doctor
who creates for him
a clockwork brain,
which is, of course, far
superior to any human brain.
The tragedy in the story comes
when he realizes
that he is no longer human,
that he is only a machine...
and, therefore,
will always be marginalized,
will always be ostracized,
and will always be terribly
and tragically...
alone.
Spoken by the only one
who will never walk out of here.
You're the one who's alone.
Mom, you didn't have to cook.
You're giving me a place to
stay. It's the least I can do.
The only reason you need a place is
'cause he burned down your kitchen.
Hey, what kind
of partner are you?
Truth is, I wanted to spend
some time with your girl here.
No, it's not like that.
He lost a wife,
took him a while
to get back on his feet,
but I'm glad to see
he's met someone he cares about.
Mom.
How about some truth?
What's going on with you that
so many people want you dead?
Truth.
Right here, right now.
All right.
Remember when Johnny
got that tattoo?
Remember how mad you got?
It's kind of like that.
Gabriel.
I have a microchip
implanted in my brain, mom.
It's experimental --
first of its kind.
I can access everything.
As long as it's connected
to the information grid,
I can get in.
This is in
your brain right now?
Does it hurt?
No.
What's the downside?
I'm different.
You look the same to me.
Some people are worried I can be
programmed like a computer
because I'm part computer.
I'm not all...
you know...human.
Some people are worried?
Are you "some people"?
Maybe. A little.
This Weatherly character --
you said they
brainwashed him, right?
Got him when he was a kid,
filled his head
full of crap for years,
all so they could get him
to do some bad stuff
when he got older?
Yeah, but what does this
have to do with me, mom?
Just that it seems to me,
you don't need a microchip
in your brain to be programmed.
I got to check on our dinner.
Moms --
what you gonna do?
Yeah, I don't pretend
to know what it's like
to have a computer in my head.
But, uh...
I do know you,
and there's one thing
I'm certain of.
What's that?
That chip doesn't
make you less than human.
Makes you more than human.
I knew Khutai would
send someone to save me.
It's done.
I have more work,
if you're interested.
I might be.
Good.
I'll be in touch.