Man on Fire

Sorry.

Make you feel any better, I'm nervous too.

I just don't understand

how they can be gone.

Because they were... They were fine, and then, um…

Hey, I'll tell you something that I learned

before I met your dad.

I was a little younger than you, and my older brother,

he got into a car accident, and he needed surgery.

The doctor who was gonna do it, he was all business, no emotion.

And…

my mom got so mad.

She told him to show a little humanity, a little compassion.

And he said, "Respectfully, ma'am, that is not what you want."

He said, "You don't want the doctor who sees your son as a person."

"You want the doctor who sees your son

as nothing more than an interesting puzzle."

Because when everything is on the line,

you always do better with someone that's trying to solve you

than someone that's trying to save you.

I know that this is hard.

But for right now,

we're gonna put all of our emotions behind,

and we're gonna go out there, and we're gonna be a couple of surgeons.

Surgeons?

Surgeons.

Everything's ready.

Leave in stages, five minutes apart.

Once you're in position, do nothing unless I order it.

Why haven't you asked me about what I saw?

When the time comes, I will.

I would like to make sure you only have to relive that once.

They're turning left.

Hold positions.

Creasy…

Are they with us?

- Hey, we need to divert. - What?

They're on the buildings, and we got a car pacing us about a block away.

The route is compromised. Divert. Now.

What's your diversion target?

They've got a military facility on secure lockdown.

- Distance? - Twelve kilometers.

We're being followed.

We need to take a detour.

They're leaving the route.

- Are we good? - Just keep your eyes peeled.

Creasy, that doesn't sound like an answer to my question.

- Sir? - Hold the position.

We only have one more team in pursuit.

It's happening. Decide now.

Cut through the park. On the right! On the right!

Leaving route. Track with me.

Divert to backup target.

Suspend.

It's over.

My sincere apologies.

Sadly, even after yesterday's act of violence,

we still continue to receive threats from the FRP.

Given the circumstances,

it seems prudent to conduct the interview here,

and we've arranged a military transport to fly directly back to the US, okay?

In there?

Yes.

Go on, Poe. We're just gonna chat for a second.

You can record the interview.

I'll make sure all your questions get asked,

but I don't want anyone else in the room when I'm talking to her.

You seem to be under the impression that you have authority here, Mr. Creasy.

You know,

regardless of what you decided when you met me,

you need to recognize that not only am I offering you my help,

but that you need it.

They had men staged all along the convoy route.

That's a clear indication that there's a leak somewhere in your chain of command.

And if you can't trust the men below you,

you'd do well to reconsider the man in front of you.

Would you trust the person I saw in that interview the other day?

Job interviews are not my specialty.

Unfortunately, this has turned into something I'm much more familiar with.

I know that thinking about what happened is painful,

so just for the moment, let's not.

As much as you can,

I want you to stick to how you felt and what you saw

before anything happened at the building.

Before.

That's where all the information that we need is waiting.

Do you understand?

Good.

So when you woke up, you were at your boyfriend's?

He's not really my, um…

But yeah.

I snuck out.

I wasn't planning on staying out,

but then, when I woke up, I…

I realized if… if I didn't rush, Dad would be awake, and...

Stay in the before.

So you had to get home.

I took Liam's motorcycle.

I remember thinking I was going to make it.

The streets were empty, I was going fast, and I was coming to this last turn.

I had the light,

but it's like I just sensed something coming before I saw it.

So I slammed the brakes,

and then these two vans, they came flying through the intersection.

And then a motorcycle.

Like a sport one. Or a racing one.

Tell me more about the motorcycle.

- I think it was black. - Hm.

Like everything.

The rider was in black clothes, black helmet, um…

Yeah, that's all I remember.

What about the vans?

White.

- They look new or old? - New.

They look like work vehicles or someone's personal vehicles?

Look, I don't know. Work, maybe.

Okay, let's come back to that.

What happened after they passed?

I took the bike around the corner.

Maybe another half block, and I parked it.

I was basically staring right at the building.

But he was there.

Who?

My dad.

He was getting in his car,

and he… and he saw me.

And he was calling me, and then...

Okay. Let's stop right there.

That's good.

That's very good. Let's take a little break.

Stop right there.

You didn't even ask her about the bombing.

Suspects were gone before the bombing.

Unless we do it the right way,

strong emotions can warp memories.

If I bring her feelings up to the surface, that's likely to get us less useful intel

and not more.

I'm going to get everything that we need.

Right now, what I need from you are pictures

of the most common white vans sold in the last five years.

I'm asking you… for a little faith here.

You think you want to get these people any more than I do? More than she does?

If you still have questions after I come out,

I won't say anything if you want to go in and ask for yourself.

Is that fair?

I'm also going to need a couple of rags or a small towel.

What are we doing?

I want you to think back to being on that bike.

Now…

twenty minutes ago…

…you were asleep.

But from the minute you realized you had to get home,

you've been wide awake, adrenaline pumping, yes?

Yes.

All right, and now you're so close.

You're reaching that intersection, and then you slam on the brakes

because you sense something coming. How does that make you feel?

How does what make me feel?

Something coming out of nowhere.

You have to stop or you'll get smashed. How do you feel?

Shocked. Surprised. I…

Point to the van you saw. Look and point, don't think, remember.

All right, now I want you to…

I saw his face.

The rider, just… just for a second, but I saw it.

Okay. Okay, good, Poe. Now, let's hold the story right there.

- Just stay with the rider. - Mm-hmm.

Stay with the rider, Poe.

Poe.

Poe. All right.

All right. You did good.

You did good. You did good.

You did good.

What about the sketch artist?

Sketch artists can be hit or miss.

They end up creating false memories as often as they bring something back.

CIA has a good one she can sit with.

For now, we should pull the traffic and security cameras in the area

from the morning of the bombing.

Maybe we get not only a sighting, but a plate.

I'll put the word out immediately.

Yeah, see, but that's the thing.

How do you run down a lead when you know you got a leak somewhere?

I'm due to brief President Carmo personally.

We will hand select a small team

and make sure to keep the circle as tight as possible.

For now, the plane is fueling.

We'll be ready to return Poe to US within an hour.

I can't help but notice you only mentioned Poe.

Given there's a leak,

I can see the potential value in having an outsider assistance.

But you need to understand that I am in charge.

Listen, we both want the same thing.

I can't help but notice that you didn't acknowledge

that I will be in charge.

You will be in charge.

I'll have a transport arranged for you after I brief the president.

You know, your friend Rayburn said we would see

that having something to fight for

would bring out the best in you.