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Side's clear.

Southgate's not. Black pickup truck without estate plates.

It's been idling out there for about 20 minutes. You think we should check it

out? Nah, neighbor's kid's home from college.

Got home a few days ago.

Every morning around this time, he sneaks out the hotbox.

Those are the days.

What do you say? One more loop?

Nah, let's call it.

But they should handle it.

What the hell is that?

Yeah, by the East Street line.

I'm calling it Central.

David! Where'd you go? David, I can't find her!

She was just here! I'm checking the den!

I'm here, Mommy!

Kelly!

She's in here! Go, go, go!

Understood, sir. As soon as I know more, so will you.

That was the director.

This morning, a gunman broke into Senator Hirsch's home in Larchmont,

three dead.

The senator?

She survived, along with her daughter, but her husband David wasn't as lucky,

along with two of her security detail.

Right, so it's like Minnesota all over again. Do we have motive?

Not officially, but if you said it was politically motivated, I'd buy it.

Senator Hirsch was supposed to be on a flight this morning to D .C. to vote on

military budget amendment.

And, of course, that bill has both sides of the aisle up in arms.

I've been following that, the Veteran Care Initiative.

I think supporting the troops would be an issue that crosses the aisle. Except

defense contractors lose when funds get reallocated. And then maybe the

politicians they support watch their contributions disappear.

Right. Hornet's nest. Got it. Have any other senators been targeted?

No. Not so far. But Hirsch was the swing vote here. So we are thinking someone

tried to kill a senator to swing the vote in their favor.

That is our working theory.

Yeah, but the director wants answers, not theories. And fast.

He wants somebody's head today.

Yeah, we'll get one. I'll get the team to the senator's house.

FBI, excuse us, everybody. Step aside. Come on, guys. Thank you.

It's starting to feel like every day somebody's throwing a new log on the

bonfire. Well, a senator attacked the morning of a big vote. Somebody's going

burn it all down.

Time to find out who.

Chief Mulrooney, welcome to Larchmont. So, uh, what do we know so far?

Your people ain't dealing with an amateur.

Based on the surveillance I saw, shooter was in and out in less than two

minutes.

5 -5 -6, NATO cartridges over here, most likely at intermediate range.

Carbine, two, three.

Our entrance wound is at heart level, but the exit wound is below the ribs,

meaning our guy had taken a shot from a higher vantage point.

Like I said, He ain't an amateur.

Sniper's nest definitely narrows down his placement.

Victim was shot head -on, means he was facing a shooter, and the angle of the

body suggests that the shot would have had to come from this direction.

Somewhere in there.

I saw a blinking light.

It was in a tree in the backyard.

It was weird.

Your men were well -trained, so something or someone must have lured

That's probably what... Kelly saw a mirror, maybe something to reflect the

sunlight. Kelly, can you tell us what happened next?

Our alarm went off.

I screamed for my mom and dad, but they couldn't hear me, so I hid.

I looked everywhere.

By the time David found her, it was just too late.

You did everything that you could, Senator. There was too many risks coming

you. You served.

David was the West Point man.

Fourth generation.

So was I. 75th Ranger Regiment. We never crossed paths, but I'm sure he was a

great man.

The greatest.

Marina, can you...

David tried to

protect us.

He even got an army buddy to come and consult on our security system.

We had to do something.

I thought it was a bit much, but...

I was wrong.

What do you mean by that?

Every person I help, there's another out there that's convinced I'm doing them

harm, and they let me know it.

Online threats?

For starters, but also we've been doxxed. I've had people show up on the

property. Who's been targeting you?

Second Amendment purists, environmentalists, you name it. Okay, on

we know that you're supposed to be in D .C. today.

Yeah, well, if you're asking if... Today's vote is the reason we were

sure. Add it to the list.

I guess it shouldn't surprise me that even veteran care is a controversial

subject these days.

Part of me hates the fact that David risked his life for anyone who'd

But the other part of me knows that if he had to, he'd do it again.

Well, you have our word. We will do everything we can to catch David's

and bring him to justice.

It's on the murder weapon.

The serial number is scratched off.

It's still loaded.

Well, if there were prints or DNA on the murder weapon, so you'll degraded them.

And the killer filed off the serial number clean.

Okay, so we can't get an ID.

I didn't say that.

He only filed off the visible numbers, but little known fact, the stamp

always leaves an impression on the metal underneath.

Okay, assuming from that smirk on your face you can recover it. Via

acid etching.

If we swab a gun with an electric current, we can reinforce the pre

impression.

Pull the number.

Look alive, people. So the serial number on the gun recovered at the crime scene

is registered to a Peter Tedesco. That's him? Okay.

What do we know about him? Uh, 43 years old, white, 5 '11". Multiple ex

-girlfriends accused him of domestic violence over a decade ago.

Prosecutors got one of those charges to stick.

Okay, it's a felony, sure, but doesn't necessarily scream political

right? But he definitely has the skills to pull off one. According to his

socials, Tedesco competes in long -range sharpshooting competitions.

Gold medal from 1 ,200 yards. 1 ,200 yards. Okay, is he a height match to our

perp? Comping Hershey's security footage.

Algo confirms 98 .8 % match. Okay, getting warmer.

What else, though? We need this to be watertight.

Well, records show that Tedesco tried to enlist in the Army, but was denied due

to his DV charge, and based on his W -2s, he hasn't been able to find city

either. Yeah, I'm checking his financials. I mean, it looks like he's

the prize money from these sharpshooting competitions. Okay, so he's rejected by

the Army, he's bouncing around, he's mad at the world.

Somebody draw me a line between that dot and our senator.

Okay, last night he posted on the socials about today's vote.

The senator is championing a budget amendment that guarantees veterans

and health care. So that's, like, everything Tedesco struggled to maintain

the felony. Okay, so he took her work personally.

Oh, definitely.

On his last post, he wrote that Bitch Hurst deserves everything coming to her.

Okay. I asked for watertight. That is damn close. Do we have a beat on his web

app? Yeah, his phone is pinging at his illicit address.

All right, get our agents and SWAT there right now.

Who has eyes on the desk? Go.

Second story window.

Keep his head down.

You with us? Go.

We're inside.

I've got plenty more left.

I bought a great one of you.

This

is

what we call open and shut, Peter.

Take a look.

These are all of your online threats to Senator Hersh the night before she was

attacked on three different forums.

We have the M4 that was found outside her house in the woods.

Ballistics confirmed it was the murder weapon.

And for the trivia fans, it was registered in your name.

And lastly, we have a surveillance photo of you leaving her property this

morning.

Forensics confirmed.

Same height, same build. You know where I'm going with this, right?

Except that's not me.

Shooting at federal officers doesn't really help your case either, Peter.

So I don't know why you're being so coy.

Trying to kill the senator is the only real thing you have ever done.

Excuse me?

A wannabe soldier, but the army didn't want you because you beat up on women.

So you play pretend.

Collect your little guns, have your shooting games on the weekends, but deep

down you know that will never matter.

Senator Hearst wanted to give real soldiers, people that sacrifice for this

country, what they deserve.

That's some fancy theory.

It's motive.

Sure.

I wanted that bitch dead.

I'll give you that.

That's all I'll give you.

Because that's not me.

That's Molon Labbe 227.

Molon Labbe.

Greek for come and take them every gun nuts favorite rallying cry these days.

I don't know the guy's real name.

But that's the handle he uses.

He messaged me on 8chan.

Said Hirsch was an existential threat.

Needed to be dealt with.

I agreed.

We were supposed to meet up at a bar late last night.

Let me guess.

You didn't show?

I waited an hour.

Decided to call it after two beers.

Then it gets fuzzy.

Of course it does. I'm serious.

I was drugged. Had to be.

One minute I'm leaving the bar.

Next thing I know... I'm waking up to find my place tossed and my M4 missing.

Then I turn on the news.

See the senator's place had been attacked.

That's when you guys showed up.

You want us to believe that you were framed?

Check the signal account on my burner.

It's all there.

For the record, if it was me, I would have gotten the job done.

That's awfully convenient.

We're not buying what this wacko's selling, right?

Jock just confirmed that there are messages between Tedesco and his profile

he's talking about, but so far no luck tracking it.

All right, then let's humor Tedesco.

Let's get his consent to run a talk screen.

Close the loop.

And if the loop doesn't stay closed?

Well, then we've got a bigger problem. If Tedesco was being framed, that means

the senator is still in danger.

Senator Hirsch, I am SAC Isabel Castile.

I know that you have met my associates, Agents Bell and Zidane.

We didn't expect you to go back to work so soon.

Well, the man who attacked me wants to silence me. I need to show him he can't.

While I admire your bravery, I need you to stop for your own sake.

Charlotte, you should listen to them.

I'm sure you know Ron Weidner. Behind every great politician is a great big

wallet.

I prefer the term cheerleader.

Of course, Mr. Weidner. We tried to tell her.

Just take a beat, huh?

The Senate will understand if you happen to delay the vote by a day.

Actually, I don't think they will.

If I sit this one out, they might very well proceed. And without my vote, the

amendment will fail. And all your support will go to waste.

Apologies. We're short on time. My flight's about to leave. Is there

can help you with?

Yeah. It will only take a moment.

Senator, we believe that the killer is still at large.

What happened? I thought he was in custody, dead to rights.

Well, apparently, our initial suspect may have been incapacitated at the time

your family was being attacked.

And we fear the real killer will try and finish the job. It's best that you stay

put in our custody.

Kane. Ma 'am.

Officer Kane, USCP.

Capitol Police has been assigned to escort Senator Hirsch to the vote.

We'll make sure she gets there and back safely.

See, I'm safe.

With all due respect, Senator, until your husband's killer is caught, you

stay here in New York.

Best for whom?

You want me to stay in this house where my husband was murdered?

Look my daughter in the face and say, the bad guy's won, and I've been

intimidated into silence?

That her dad died for nothing?

We understand your position, Senator, so please understand ours.

If you insist on going, Agents Bell and Zidane will be escorting you to D .C.

Now, until we catch this guy wherever you go, so does the FBI.

Welcome, Senator.

Honored to have you aboard Canto Airlines.

If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask.

Thank you.

All the other passengers aborted?

Yes.

You hang tight. I'll do a loop, make sure everything's clear.

I could use an extra set of hands.

Yeah, sure.

Make sure the last rows are empty.

You think I'm being reckless by attending vote?

In my experience, the line between reckless and brave is so thin that you

see through it.

What side am I standing on?

Your husband would be proud of you, ma 'am.

My husband would be furious.

He understands there's no way I can skip this roll call.

I mean, this amendment might not even pass, even if I stood up.

But if it failed because I chose to hide?

All clear, Senator.

Hey, Senator Hirsch. Sir, you need to sit down.

Can I just say... Step back.

Sorry.

Sorry, man.

I just wanted to say to the senator, I'm sorry about what happened.

Arresting her after someone attacked her family.

I don't think that's what he meant.

Thank you for your support.

Of course.

Let's keep it moving.

Didn't you read?

That says 17D. It says 18. Is there a problem here?

Grandpa's lost, and I just want the seat that I paid for. Got a crime?

It's my seat, man. Move.

Move.

There you are.

I thought this was 17.

That's all right.

Piece of advice.

Let's not be a problem.

Few ground rules.

I'll sit with the senator, provide close protection.

You two are seated up ahead to screen.

Eyes peeled for any signs of trouble.

You see something, you report it to me.

We have no problem with that.

See you on the ground, Senator.

So the Senator's flight to D .C. is in the air. That gives us 90 minutes. Let's

make it count. Have we figured out where our Patsy Peter Tedesco is roofing?

Toxicology report just came in.

Neurotoxin was a less severe form of VX.

Based on its half -life, the amount left in Tedesco's system suggests he was

dosed around 4 a .m. this morning.

Says the effects would be almost instant. Second. Okay. Well, I pulled

credit card transactions. He closed out a tab at a bar in Corona called Mark O

'Brien's at 357. Okay, Ian. Queuing it up.

Yeah. That's Tedesco, right?

Okay, so he's leaving the bar at 359.

Not a hair out of place.

Which means it should be less than a minute before we meet our killer.

What just happened there?

Scrubbing back to find out. So he got drugged inside the bar, I guess. If he

was, there's no way to tell. The bar only has cameras on the exterior.

And you said the neurotoxin defects were instant.

They are.

Guys, this was a brush pass.

That's VR style. Look, baseball cap bumps our guy.

Scrubbing forward.

And look, he circles back. He scoops up Tedesco.

It's not enough for facial wreck, unfortunately.

All right, well, that explains how Tedesco got home. Now, we know where

Cap is heading next with our patsy. Do we have eyes on the car he used to get

there? No, if he's moving, it's in blind spots.

Right. Okay.

You know what? Let's contact the bar. See if anyone can help our sketch artist

come up with an image of our mystery man.

Meantime, this guy is not making our job any easier, so let's return the favor.

Coordinate with our field office in D .C. to get extra coverage on the ground

for our senator in case he tries again.

Jubal, I got something.

Only music my ears want to hear. Is it a happy song or a sad one?

Scary one. Turns out the neurotoxin used in our past deeds is an exact match for

cases in Norway, Brussels, and Cairo. Every single one links to an unknown

suspect associated with several high -profile murders.

Royals, government leaders, all are still open to investigation.

You're telling me we have an international assassin on our hands?

We're Interpol one of the best. He's won it in over a dozen countries.

MI5 dubs him as Oslo.

It's for the elevator massacre that happened in Norway seven years ago.

Right, the Prime Minister and his cabinet board an elevator with no stops,

by the time they reach the ground floor, they're all dead.

Based on the ballistics, Oslo was thought to have stowed away in the

elevator shaft and shot them through the hatch.

If the guy's got an M .O., it's slipping into places he doesn't belong and

killing without a trace.

This guy's a question mark with a gun. Let's pray we can put a face to him. Get

everything to Maggie and O .A.

Based on...

Oslo's resume, whoever hired him to kill Senator Hirsch, had to have made it

worthwhile.

He didn't do anything for less than $20 million.

With a price tag like that, failure's not going to be an option.

We should expect company in D .C.

Senator?

Senator?

Senator?

What's going on?

That's what I'm trying to figure out. The senator says she was lightheaded,

it was a headache.

Now she's not responding.

Senator, it's Special Agent Maggie Bell. Can you hear me?

Excuse me.

We need to get in here immediately.

I'm sorry, ma 'am. I'm not authorized to do that. It's the senator, okay? Don't

get in her way today.

There's an emergency latch behind the lavatory sign.

Coming in.

Hey, Maggie, I got Maz back here. He's looking at the photos you sent.

Maggie, Neil here. Did UROA physically touch the senator?

No. Good.

Please refrain from any further physical contact with the body until we can get

hazmat to clear the area.

Judging from the symptoms and the residue around the corners of her mouth,

likely that Senator Hirsch was exposed to a neurotoxin similar to Novichok.

How?

That's the million -dollar question.

Neurotoxins, they can be administered through injection, ingestion, or even

simple touch.

And it can happen this fast?

Oh, yeah.

Exposure can be anywhere from 30 seconds to 30 minutes ago.

Each individual reacts differently.

Our assassin is awaiting for us on the ground.

No, he's on this plane.

We need to keep the senator's death between us. We can't afford chaos up

Lock off the restrooms and tell the passengers the galley is off limits.

Okay. So whoever did this is out there blending in like any other passenger.

That's 189 suspects.

Put these on.

One of the suspects said that neurotoxin could be passed through physical touch.

That's right.

So that means that our suspect had to come in close contact with the senator

while on this flight.

Exactly. But between the three of us.

We can create a timeline of every single person who came in contact with the

senator in the last 30 minutes.

One of them is our killer.

All right, FAA, get word to the captain we're landing that plane at the Eastern

Air Force Base, yeah? All right, so Maggie, OA, and Officer Kane sent over

numbers of the passengers who were in close contact with the senator. I want

on all of them right now. Yeah, we got the planes manifest with the identities

of everyone on board. According to Maggie and OA, the senator was in close

proximity to Derek Radler in 18C, Carl Amerson in 17D, and Brian Wheeler in

who offered his condolences at boarding and shook her hand.

Two other passengers chatted with her, offering their support. Patrick Hall in

22C, Gabe Linton in 25B, both from Manhattan.

And lastly, Marcus Friedman, the flight attendant, handed her a water 20 minutes

before she went into the restroom.

Okay, so one of these guys has got to be Oslo, right? Do any of them fit the

profile? I think it's safe to say we can eliminate Hall in 22C. Six foot five,

too tall to be a height match for Oslo. Good.

And Carl Amerson in 17D, he's registered as a wheelchair passenger.

Okay, so two down, four to go. Tell me something else.

OA says Derek Radler in 18C behaved aggressively before takeoff, but

surveillance at JSK places him at the airport all morning. He alibis out for

murders at the senator's house.

Down to three.

25B, Gabe Linton is an Uber driver. He was on shift driving a passenger to

Philadelphia at the time of the shooting.

Okay, and then there were two, Brian Wheeler, Marcus Friedman. Marcus

was in the air at the time of the breaking.

What do we know about Brian Wheeler? He shook hands with the senator, right?

Got no clear alibi.

He's a height match for our killer.

And he's a pharmaceutical chemist.

So he would know his way around a neurotoxin. If anyone does on that

manifest, my money's on him.

Yeah. He could have used the senator's grief to get close.

Close enough to kill her without anyone knowing.

That's the Jock's prime suspect.

Well, what are we doing?

Let's go arrest him. No.

If that assassin feels like he's backed into a corner, he could take this entire

plane hostage with the neurotoxin.

Copy. Okay, we're going to ground the plane at a nearby military base. We will

question him once we get everybody off safely.

Wait,

why are we descending?

What the hell's going on?

Hey, what's going on?

We're not in D .C. yet. I've got to get back home. My mom's in ICU in D .C. I am

sorry to hear that, sir, but the captain will explain shortly. I don't want an

explanation. I want to land in D .C. Sir, please take your seat. If you won't

tell the pilot to land in D .C., I will.

Hey!

Hey! Sit down!

What did I tell you?

Huh?

We're with the FBI.

We are landing early. There's a medical emergency.

We need everybody to remain calm.

Stay in your seat.

You okay?

Happens more than you think.

Sorry about that, sir.

Don't.

Jubal, that was forensic.

Sketch it done.

Okay, great. Show me.

All right, so there he is.

Wait, is he a match for Brian Wheeler? No, no, it's not even close.

I mean, worse, it's not a match for anyone on the plane.

That's impossible.

Run it again.

And Interpol, run the sketch through your database, see if we get a hit.

Long shot. This is the first sketch anyone's ever gotten of him. So what are

thinking here? Our bar witness got it wrong?

Maybe not.

Massage report from 2019. They found traces of an adhesive used in facial

prosthetics in one of Oslo's hideouts, along with fingerprint moldings.

He's in disguise.

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie.

I don't feel good. I don't feel good.

Help me.

What happened?

I don't know.

Oh, my God.

My love.

The cane.

The toxins on the cane. I touched it. The senator touched it. It's not Brian

Wheeler. It's the old man in 17D.

I know who you are.

And I know what you've done.

I seriously doubt that.

You've been holding onto that cane this entire flight, and you wouldn't do that

unless you had an antidote.

You would not risk all these passengers by shooting a gun at 30 ,000 feet.

If something happens to my partner and he dies...

I will end it.

What happened to your partner was a mistake.

Hurry up.

You should know that I fully intend to cash in this favor.

Away. No. No, no, no, no.

Away.

Come on, away.

Please.

Away, please.

Please, come on.

Away.

Ran your prints, came back to an Isaac Stoll.

One name of many.

Murdering you as senator is not a joke.

It's the death penalty.

Your life ends today.

Say, might as well start talking.

Death is a harsh penalty.

After I've been so kind to you, I gave you the antidote to save your partner.

I deserve kindness.

Who hired you?

To kill Senator Hirsch. I know the law, Agent Bell.

The 5K letter which recommends sentence reduction is dependent upon the

amount of assistance the individual provides the U .S. government.

Mm -hmm.

Trust me, my cooperation will be invaluable.

First, you talk, and then I'll decide if it's worth making a deal.

You know, the identity of my clients is of great interest to people here in

Washington, in The Hague.

No.

My deal comes first. You're not in a position to make demands.

You're still upset about your partner, aren't you?

I need to speak to a higher -up.

One whose judgment isn't clouded.

One who will appreciate scope of what I'm offering.

Well, you got me.

And from where I'm sitting, you're going down for this.

The AUSA wants to proffer Oswald from what he knows.

What? He murdered a sitting U .S. Senator.

And all eyes have been on us ever since. The AG wants to know who ordered the

hit, and not just the hit on Hirsch.

All hits for the past 10 years.

But we don't need to make a deal to get that information.

We've ID'd him.

We can solve these cases ourselves.

Maggie, we looked into the assassinations that Interpol believes he

His fingerprints and facial rec ping back to a number of IDs, including the

responsible for booking the D .C. flight.

Well, one of those will trace back to the payment.

Yes, and that paper trail leads to a chain of shell companies designed to run

in circles.

Well, we'll... Figure out who benefits from Hersh's death.

The jock is making a list.

But without Oslo's cooperation, that is all we have. Just a list. Best guesses.

This guy is holding geopolitical secrets, Maggie. We need his confession.

almost killed my partner.

I can't stomach a deal.

Well, the AUSA has already reached out to the magistrate.

Eva and Skola will run escort.

You jumpy.

Just never provided rare security for a high -value target, that's all.

Things this guy knows, right? The amount of people he's killed for?

Exactly.

What would they do to keep him quiet?

Hang tight.

Courthouse is right up here. We're almost out of the woods.

both to your school of.

Agent's down. We need a medic.

Not in here.

Also, one o 'clock.

F .P .D. Get up the perimeter.

School, I lost him.

Get Oslo's description of Port Authority, Homeland Security, and CBP.

getting away.

Anything here?

Nothing yet.

What about you guys?

I don't know, General. He just vanished.

We double -checked every camera.

Lost him. Well, keep looking until you get a different answer. We are not

up.

Hey, Oslo is in the wind. I mean, it's a manhunt now, but he could be headed

anywhere.

Well, we know one place he went.

This is Ron Weidner.

I met him this morning at the Senator's house.

NYPD just informed me that he is dead.

Same neurotoxin as the Senator.

Ron Weidner's the billionaire that was Senator Hersh's biggest donor.

But why? Without the Senator, the bill's not going to pass.

Except Weidner has serious money tied up in defense contractors.

He's still to lose a ton of government funding if the Veteran Care Initiative

passed. Okay, so publicly he supports Senator Hersh. All while...

secretly plotting her murder so he can swing the vote in his favor.

But then we catch his man Oslo, and he knew the guy was going to confess.

Exactly. Widener knew that testimony would bring it right back to him, so he

hired guys to take out Oslo to save his own ass.

That's why Oslo killed him.

And now we have to catch him all over again.

Hey, sorry that took a minute.

I did manage to get us some ice cream, which I thought we could use.

Yes, we could.

Senator Hirsch really understood what veterans go through, the sacrifices we

make. She stuck her neck out for us. She did. She was a brave woman.

Yeah, that died for nothing. Without her, the amendment's never going to

so where's the win in that?

Hang on.

The votes are in, and yes, it appears the yeas have it.

We have a rare, unanimous vote.

Wow. I guess she inspired them to do the right thing.

I can't believe they crossed the aisle.

Really honored her.

You want to tell me?

What?

Whatever it is you're trying not to tell me.

It's Oslo.

He got away, didn't he?

He did.

One of the good news is now every intelligence agency in the world has

photo.

Then it's our turn to honor her.

Next time he shows his face, we'll be there.