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Hey!

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Is this what I think it is?

A 3M22 Zircon hypersonic missile.

I was referring to the nuclear warhead

attached to it.

I need to move it fast.

No other broker's
willing to find me a buyer.

No one wants to touch this thing.

I will.

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Hey!

How the hell am I supposed
to get out of here?

What time are you leaving?

That's not what I asked.

Okay, I give you my phone number.

When you come back to leave,
if we're still here, just...

Move your truck.

There's no other parking on this block.

Then run for mayor
after you move your truck.

You can move it or I can move it.

See, your friend knows what's what.

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Yeah, I'll assume that's Hungarian for

"Sorry for trying to box you in".

Hey, can we talk?

Yeah. Hey, boy.

It's about Powell.

Look, I know that this is an adjustment,

but it's like I said from the start,

he just needs a little time.

Time is not the issue. It's temperament.

His or yours?

Powell is erratic, volatile...

the last thing we need in the field

is a ready, fire, aim type of agent.

But it's not just that.

Jamie.

We are the last ones to criticize

an office romance.

Or we've got the experience
to know better,

to know how that kind of thing
usually turns out.

Mm.

Look, I know you guys go back,

but I'm not sure Powell fits
on this team.

All right, partner up with him then.

Assess his performance.

If it's not up to par, then we
can revisit this conversation.

But give the guy a chance.

Okay...

Call coming in. General Finley.

All right.

Good boy.

All right, listen up.

Everything I'm about to tell you

is highly classified and
strictly need-to-know.

Given the exigent nature
of the situation we're facing,

I'm bypassing the standard
clearance protocols

- to read you in.
- Understood.

Three days ago, agencies
across our intelligence

community started hearing of
an incident in Western Russia

at the Bryansk Oblast.

Well, it's not the safest
place in the world right now.

We're still sifting through
the fog-of-war chatter,

but it appears that a Zircon
missile may have been stolen.

Russia's hypersonic weapon?

Bleeding-edge military tech.

Incredibly precise and can hit Mach 9

so it can't be intercepted

by any current missile
defense system, including ours.

We're in the middle of a new arms race.

Both Russia and China have been scaling

their hypersonic weapons programs,

and America needs to keep pace.

Is this missile nuclear capable?

The Zircons are armed,
locked, and loaded

with 7-kiloton warheads...

half the force of the Hiroshima bomb.

Signals in human intelligence

are reporting an uptick
in military activity

where the incident took place.

Budapest is Europe's
primary arms trafficking hub.

It's a gateway city.

So if someone's looking
to offload this thing,

- it will be here.
- I need you to confirm.

Not giving you much to work with,

but the risk profile here
can't be ignored.

If there really is
a nuclear missile out there

and it falls into the wrong hands,

this has the potential to escalate

into something unthinkable.

We're on it.

Smitty, the list of buyers who
would even consider acquiring

a nuclear missile off the black market

has got to be very short.

Most of them are likely connected

to state-sponsored terrorism.

I'll generate a list.

Raines, as soon as that list is ready,

I want you to cross-match
those names with all available

- CCTV footage in Budapest.
- Got it.

I'll work the Russian side of it.

Try to find the lunatic who stole

- a nuclear freaking warhead.
- Great.

Kellett, do you have any contacts

- plugged into this world?
- Yes, I know someone.

We haven't connected in a while,

but he may have heard something useful.

Powell, you're with me.

His name is Gerzson Varga.

Got his start shipping
Soviet ammunition to Kosovo

during the Yugoslav Wars.

Eventually leveled up to
howitzers and anti-tank RPGs.

Conflict legacy weapons

profiting off violence and human misery.

Sounds like a mensch.

He's a source, which is
all that matters right now.

Don't worry. I speak fluent dirtbag.

Well, this particular dirtbag
is skittish.

He doesn't like new faces.

He's got his own style,
so let me take lead.

At first, I could not believe it.

A nuclear missile.

Might as well be talking
about a unicorn.

Who contacted you?

A Russian named Kuzmin.

Ex-Wagner Group.

Never worked with him before,
but his reputation precedes.

He wanted you to find a buyer?

Took roughly three seconds to refuse.

Too risky.

It would be like, uh,

fencing the Mona Lisa
in the Louvre gift shop.

Also, Russian engineers
have been building ICBMs

with recycled parts for years.

So this missile will
be emitting radiation.

Trace levels.

Is the deal going down in Budapest?

Come on, Jamie.

You know how this works.

No such thing as a free lunch.

Wow.

There's a stolen nuke out there

and you're looking for a payout?

- Is this guy for real?
- Powell, please.

This ain't a negotiation, chief.

And we're not ATMs, so how about this?

You tell us what we need to know...

you got something to say,
little man? Let's go.

Hey, hey, hey! All right!

Let's bring it down a notch
in here, okay?

Gerzson, I apologize
on behalf of my colleague.

A nuclear missile
on the loose isn't exactly

an everyday occurrence,
and we're all a bit on edge.

Given the stakes,

the last place you want
to be is between us

and finding this missile.

The deal might be happening in Budapest.

I've heard whispers that
the buyer is already here.

Yusuf Sydin.

Who is that?

Terrorism financier.

Sydin is in Budapest?

According to my sources,

which is how I know this is for real.

The missile is either
already here or on its way.

Otherwise Sydin would
never show his face.

Mm-hmm.

A word of warning, Jamie.

If you're going to play
against Sydin, play to win,

because he will not stop
until one of you is dead.

Yusuf Sydin,

last photographed
two years ago in Dubai,

an Oxford-educated
arms dealer from Turkey.

Suspected of selling chemical
and biological weapons

to terrorist organizations
and rogue states

across the world...

Al-Qaeda, ISIS, Hezbollah.

He has no allegiances, no scruples.

His only loyalty
is to the highest bidder.

Scum of the Earth doesn't
scratch the surface on Sydin.

I've been running facial rec
software on all available

CCTV footage in Budapest.

I'll crossmatch with
confirmed photos of Sydin.

Shot in the dark,
but if he shows his face,

- we'll find him.
- Okay, so we have our buyer.

Vo, do we have anything on our seller?

Maksim Kuzmin.

Spent eight years as
a Wagner Group commander

before striking out on his own.

I've heard of him.
The Rusich Unit, right?

Yeah, he specialized
in sabotage and recon.

And he's been accused of war crimes

in the Donbas region of Ukraine in 2014.

Okay, well, he just made my to-do list.

Run facial rec on Kuzmin

and keep looking
for any Budapest connections.

Smitty, if this missile is
really leaking radiation...

I've got a contact at
the International Atomic

Energy Agency in Vienna.

I can get us Geiger counters,
radiation pagers, maybe more.

All right, great. Let's get to it then.

Hey, I wanted to apologize.

I know things got loud at Varga's.

I just thought he needed
a little kick in the ass.

Oh, really?

I know how to work my sources.

I was always gonna get
what I needed from Varga.

It's just that I've dealt
with plenty of these dudes.

I know when they're playing games.

And hey, it worked, right?

Everything's a nail for you, isn't it?

You're a hammer.

You've got one move,
one solution to every problem,

whether it's talking to a source

or arguing over a parking spot.

Hammers can be useful.

In my experience, breaking down doors

is a pretty big part of this job.

So is knowing when to knock.

We're not a hostage rescue unit, Powell.

The cases we work, they
need a nuanced approach.

I can do nuance.

I love nuance.

Raines got a hit on the buyer.

A restaurant in Buda.

Security cam just picked this up.

That's Sydin. What's the timestamp?

- Five minutes ago.
- Go.

Can you show us the table
where they were sitting?

Over there?

- This table?
- Yeah.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Where are the dishes
the cutlery they used?

The busboy took to the kitchen to wash.

What about security cams?

No, we don't have.

Look, I don't want trouble.

Okay, I need to speak with your staff.

We need receipts and
credit card transactions

for the last two hours.

Excuse me.

- Yes?
- You're American?

Yeah.

I'm Agent Raines with the FBI.

Did you, uh...

did you happen to notice this man?

He was seated right here.

Yeah, um, with another guy.

Looked like a bodyguard.

What's going on? Is everything okay?

Would you mind coming into the office

just to answer a few questions?

Oh, you know, I've gotta
run some errands.

It's very important, Miss.

It'll only take a few minutes.

Well, since you call me Miss
instead of Ma'am,

how could I refuse?

Olivia Thornton, she's American, 38.

She's a travel blogger.

Looking at posts dating
back to the early aughts,

she's been all over.

Singapore, Geneva, Mumbai, Dubai,

- that's just in the past year.
- Nice work if you can get it.

Indices checked raise any flags?

She came up clean, no priors,
no criminal history.

But we'll do a deeper dive though.

Okay, see what she knows
and then cut her loose.

Any detail might help,
even if it seems like nothing.

A tattoo, a watch, the kind
of shoes they were wearing.

They paid in cash, does that help?

You were close enough to
overhear their conversation.

Did they say anything you remember?

I was writing the place up for my blog

so I wasn't really paying attention.

But they were speaking Turkish.

How'd you know it was Turkish?

I just made a trip to San Sebastian.

I met some people from Istanbul

and one of the few words
I picked up was "sut".

Milk?

The guy you're looking for
wanted milk for his tea.

I'm guessing that doesn't
crack the case for you.

It might not.

I'm sorry, I wish
I could be of more help.

My goal was 30 seconds,
but I barely made it five.

I'm telling you, ice-bathing
is not a good idea.

- Yeah, I know.
- Thank you for your time.

If you think of anything
that may help us,

feel free to reach out.

She just got back from Normandy.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, the Mont-Saint-Michel Abbey
is one of my favorite places

in the world.

Oh, it's so beautiful, isn't it?

The way the light hits
the façade at sunset.

- Thanks again, Ms. Thornton.
- Yeah, I'm happy to help.

- I hope you get the guy.
- When were you there?

Sorry?

Uh, when did you go to
the Mont-Saint-Michel?

Uh, it was three months ago.

Because the main entrance
to the Abbey, it faces east.

The light hits the façade
at sunrise not sunset.

You're right.

When you travel as much as I do,

places kind of blend together.

Hey, Raines, can you grab
the Geiger counter?

Uh, what... what's going on?
What's he doing?

It'll just take a minute.
Checking something.

Who the hell are you?

The Zircon missile, where is it?

No idea what you're talking about.

You met with Yusuf Sydin an hour ago

- to negotiate the deal.
- Who?

- You're the broker.
- The broker?

Okay, it sounds like a cool job,
but I'm utterly confused here.

So you just happen to be at a restaurant

sitting next to a notorious
arms trafficker?

Is that a crime now, where you sit?

How do you explain the
gamma radiation on your hands?

Oh, I'll answer for you.

You inspected the merchandise

and you came into physical
contact with the missile.

I was at the dentist earlier.

The dentist, huh?

They took some X-rays.
There's your radiation.

Right.

What do we got?

Olivia Thornton.

Our initial background check didn't

raise any flags because
that's actually her real name.

Not an alias? Really?

No aliases, no criminal
record or associations.

She's been using her real name
and cover as a travel blogger

to hide in plain sight
for almost 20 years.

Here, check it.

2017.

Europol busted a Balkan gang running

a massive consignment of
reactivated guns into Egypt.

I remember that case.

You're telling me Thornton
brokered that deal?

She was in Cairo one week prior.

Now from what I've been able
to piece together,

Olivia Thornton
is an illicit arms broker

who connects buyers and sellers
on the black market.

She's put together the most
complex logistical network

I've ever seen with deals, clients,

shipping routes, export licenses,

distribution, shell companies.

And all of it's connected
to two decades' worth

of totally innocuous
travel blog posts...

perfect cover.

Right after 9/11,
Thornton did contract work

for an American mid-tier
defense firm specializing

in supply chain management,
but she flamed out pretty quick.

The HR complaint that
led to her termination

talks about lone-wolf mentality

and signs of narcissistic
personality disorder.

Not a great combo.

So Thornton used her connections

in military logistics to
build up her own client list?

And kick off an
extremely lucrative career.

She's kept a low profile.

No flashy or expensive purchases.

Thornton's evaded detection
for a long time.

She is careful. She is smart.

If we're gonna crack her,

we're gonna need some kind of leverage.

Good thing I found it.

David Havel, 6 years old.

Lives in Budapest with his dad.

A woman who runs a daycare receives

monthly payments from a shell company

called DH Asset Management Services.

That shell company connects to you.

That's a cute kid.

He's got your eyes.

- I want full immunity.
- Are you serious?

You violated Section 2339A...

providing material support
to terrorists.

Get me a deal in writing

signed off by the Attorney General

and I'll give you everything I have.

All of my clients, buyers and sellers,

every deal I've ever made.

I want a new life for my family.

I've already got a place set up,

a safe house in Copenhagen.

Copenhagen?

You'll be lucky enough
to end up in Colorado.

You ever heard of Florence ADMAX, hm?

H Unit?

Solitary confinement
for the rest of your life.

22-hour lockdown.

You'll have a concrete bed and
a toilet that runs on a timer.

And that's only if you're lucky.

The heavy hitters are
already on their way here

from the Pentagon.

We are the best chance that you have

for a soft landing
for you and your family.

Because as soon as their
plane touches down,

they're gonna take possession of you,

designate you as an enemy combatant,

and ship you off to Guantanamo Bay.

At which point, you'll probably
be begging for the needle.

Now, look we already know
that Kuzmin stole the missile

and that you found him a buyer... Sydin.

This is the part where
you start talking, Olivia.

Sydin's got connections to state actors

all across the Middle East
and South Asia.

It won't be hard to flip the weapon

to one rogue nation or another.

I was set to make
a 15% broker's commission

on a 250 million Euro deal.

- Where's the missile now?
- In transit.

But I don't know where it's going yet.

Sydin was supposed to transfer
half the payment first.

Then Kuzmin will give me the
details for the handover...

time and place.

Which you'll pass to Sydin
via the secure-messaging app

on your phone.

How is he sending the money?

Through a biometrically
encrypted payment account.

Sydin and Kuzmin are not in contact?

I keep buyers and sellers siloed off

until payment is made.

Sydin's meeting with my
proxies today, in person.

We'll get a retinal scan
and he transfers the funds.

When is this meet going down?

30 minutes, Yusuf Sydin and is set

to meet Thornton's people here.

The location is an isolated street,

surrounded by mid-rise
residential buildings.

Raines and I will be on the ground

posing as Thornton's proxies
to set up the payment account.

Once Sydin transfers the money,

Thornton will get word of
where the missile is headed.

Right. Since we have her phone,

the location will come directly to us.

Can we rewind to the part
about this happening

in 30 minutes?

Also, this area looks pretty tight.

- Should we change the location?
- No, that would tip Sydin off.

Look, I know we don't have
enough time to secure the site

and we are going in half-blind,

but this is our best chance
to find the missile

and take this scumbag down.

This building's got
a good vantage point.

I'll post up here
in case things go sideways.

- I'll join you.
- Good.

Vo and Smitty, you stay here,
work the Kuzmin angle.

Keep an eye on Thornton. Let's gear up.

- Any sign?
- Not yet.

He's 12 minutes late now.

I'm not liking this.

Incoming. Black SUV.

Now, remember, we don't take
Sydin until after the payment.

We want to talk to Thornton.

My employer will only deal with her.

She already went over this with him.

She never comes in person.
Tell your employer to step out.

We need a retinal scan to
finish setting up the account.

They're both carrying guns.

Why does it feel like we're
the ones getting set up here?

Scott, this doesn't smell right.

This deal is too big.

- We only talk with Thornton.
- Okay.

All right, let's just start over.

- Don't come any closer.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Hey, easy.
- Hold on!

Screw this. I'm going in.

- And start a firefight?
- Everybody just relax.

Let's just take care of business

and we'll go our separate ways.

Sniper.

We're pinned.

Kellett, take out the SUV.

Kellett, we're still pinned down.

Move up.

Southwest building, the roof.

- On it.
- You're clear to go.

FBI! Show me your hands!

Get out of the car.

Hands up against the car.

Powell, we got Sydin.
What's your status?

Powell, do you have him?

Negative.

I just got off the phone
with the Pentagon.

We're moving you to a secure location

before handing you over
to the U.S. Military.

I see.

I speak for everyone on our end...

your cooperation would be rewarded.

When you say cooperation,

what specifically do you have in mind?

Pull the lever on your end
to get the money to Kuzmin,

so he arranges the dropoff
for the missile.

It is very simple.

I would need time to consider all this.

In the meanwhile,
you should present to me...

I just did.

Help us get the missile back safely

and you will be rewarded,
but it has to happen now.

Keep in mind, if you don't say a word,

all I need is a retinal scan

to get that money transferred to Kuzmin.

And you can squint all you want,

but I will get your
eyelids open, trust me.

Not quite.

The scan does indeed facilitate
the transfer of funds,

but I still have to
authorize that transfer

from my off-shore account.

Which brings me back
to my original statement...

cooperate, and you will be rewarded.

Well, you know
the rivers of hell would freeze

before I do that, right?

Cool.

Bag him.

We're out of here.

And?

Hungarian National Police
provided a chopper

to take Sydin to Pápa Air Force Base.

It's 100 miles west.

He's there, secured,
waiting on General Finley.

- Still refusing to cooperate?
- Yes.

Text from Kuzmin on Thornton's phone.

"Hardware is in transit.

Need deposit or no deal".

Without Sydin's cooperation, we're SOL

unless we scrounge
together the first half

of the payment, which is what?

$125 million.

If Kuzmin doesn't get paid,

we're gonna have a desperate
seller looking to offload

the device to God knows who.

Kellett, bring her phone in.

We're good.

I can't ask Kuzmin for a location

until he's received the
first half of the payment.

It'll tip him off and he'll go dark,

along with the merchandise.

Just tell him everything is fine,

you need a little more time
because Sydin

is pulling money from a
couple of different accounts.

And then ask him how far away he is.

May I speak with my son?

Once the missile's in our possession.

I was supposed to
pick him up from school.

He's fine. His dad got him.

How much does David know
about my current situation?

- I have no idea.
- But they're safe?

Yes.

With the Hungarian National Police.

Now that Sydin knows
that I've cooperated with you,

he'll do anything to take me out.

And my family.

Money is a very insidious thing.

For some.

He replied.

Kuzmin is 20 minutes out.

Cool. We can work with that.

Hey, Smitty, those drones come in?

All four of them,
state-of-the-art, multi-rotor.

All right.

This is gonna be like looking
for plant-based barbecue

in Texas, but I'll give it a shot.

Hey, I programmed the drones.

Do you guys need to hear the details?

- Not really.
- I do.

I placed a neutron gamma-emission

tomography detector to each drone

to help flag anything
that emits radiation.

I'll be damned.

That's our truck. That's our missile.

All right, General Finley
is 30 minutes out

from touching ground.

We'll roll out and keep eyes on...

What the hell just happened?

I... I don't know.

It disappeared.

Did the drone get taken out?

No, it's still online.

It disappeared close
to Halom Street entrance?

Yeah.

The truck went underground.

Kobanya cellar system...
a subterranean network

of abandoned tunnels, 22 miles in total.

He's not planning on
taking out this city, is he?

Anything could happen,
but I'm pretty damn sure

he just wants to get paid.
We'll go in on foot.

Vo, can you stay back and
guide us through this maze?

- Yep.
- Remember, these are trained,

battle-hardened mercs with
extensive combat experience.

If we're gonna win, we're not gonna win

in a protracted firefight
against these guys.

It has to be quick, decisive,
and one-sided.

What if they're near the missile?

Do we hold our fire?

The impact of a few bullets probably

won't set this warhead off.

It's got a pretty complex
triggering mechanism.

Let's not find out the hard way.

Take a narrow passage way up ahead.

There should be a large hall
ten meters out on the left.

Only place really to conduct business.

My money is on Kuzmin
being parked there.

Lights off.

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They're about to bolt.

Then we move in now.
Watch your crossfire.

And if you shoot, shoot to kill.

Mm-hmm.

FBI! Drop your weapon!

Cover me!

Move!

Drop your weapon!

- Drop it!
- On the ground! On the ground!

When Ahab finally laid eyes
on Moby Dick,

the hunt robbed him of all caution

and it ended up taking him and his ship

to the bottom of the sea.

I never should've touched it.

I wish I'd never laid eyes on it.

Money's an insidious thing.

Or so I've hard.

- Everyone all right?
- All good.

At ease.

General.

Follow me.

Sir.

This never happened.

This will never make the news.

Won't be any recognition
or commendations.

All I can offer is my thanks.

That's plenty.

Thank you.

Good work.

Thank you.

Good work.

Thank you.

General Finley, he's at Papá AFB.

Missile is secure

and Sydin is in custody here at Papá.

Ah, that's great to hear.

Even though he's been at the
top of our list for a while,

evidence against him has been thin.

We've gone through both Sydin
and Kuzmin's phone records,

financials, et cetera.

There's no record of them
ever being in contact.

Nothing to prove

that Sydin intended
to purchase the missile.

Even his communications with
Thornton used coded language.

So you don't have a case against him?

We do, but I've seen
these things go sideways.

What makes it a slam dunk
is Thornton's testimony.

She good for it?

- I believe so.
- Get her confession on tape.

She's the key to bringing Sydin down

for arms trafficking
and section 2339A...

providing material support
to terrorists.

All right, thanks, General.

What?

I keep thinking about what she said,

how Sydin would do anything
to take her out

now that he knows she's flipped on him.

And just because
we have Sydin in custody

doesn't mean the threat he poses
has been neutralized.

We also didn't catch all of his men.

She can give her testimony at the base.

We need to get her out of here.

Raines, do some street level
recon while we figure this out.

Tank can help.

He's due for a patch of grass anyway.

Come on, buddy.

Okay, so as soon as this
armed escort rolls up,

we'll take Thornton out back to my car.

Let's bring her down.

How long?

- 20 minutes, give or take.
- My son?

He's fine. He's with the HNP.

I'd like to speak with him.

You promised I could speak to him

once the missile was secured.

You're right. I did.

Go ahead.

Raines, are you receiving me?

Receiving you.

Hey, Ben. It's me.

Can you put David on
with his mom real quick?

Yes, of course.

David?

- Hello?
- Mom, is that you?

Hi, sweetie.

Daddy had to pick me up from school.

- Are you okay?
- I am fine.

I am so happy to hear your voice.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Are you coming here soon?

I don't know, sweetheart.

But I love you.

Okay.

The guy said we can order pizza.

- You're with your daddy, right?
- Yeah.

He's here too. He seems a little mad.

But he says he loves you.

Can you... can you say it to me?
Can you tell me you love me?

I love you, Mommy.

But... oh, the guy is saying
we have to hang up now.

But I'll talk to you later.
Please come here soon.

Okay, Mommy?

- Okay.
- Okay. Bye, Mommy.

Okay. Bye-bye, sweetheart.

All clear out front.

Copy.

Well, when someone saves your life,

that tends to put a new lens on things.

I would agree.

Powell has a lot to learn,
procedure and protocol-wise,

but now I know that if we're out there

and things get dicey,
he'll have our back.

That was the outcome I was hoping for.

He deserves to be a part
of a team, this team.

His probationary period
is officially over then.

- You wanna do the honors?
- Sure.

What's up?

Glad to have you on the team.

And thanks.

Welcome aboard, mate.

General Finley's team is 10 minutes out.

So great.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Hey, check CCTV on the first level.

Did someone just make a delivery?

That floor's been vacant for months.

Eh, it's probably a false alarm.

I just got a bad hit
off this van driver.

That's Sydin's bodyguard.
We're moving now!

Tank, stay!

What do we got?

Forrester!

Talk to me...