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NYPD. Open up.

Got word from our dispatch
your silent alarm tripped.

- No, I don't think so.
- Name?

Whittock. Gary Whittock.

I'm night security here.

Everything's fine, Officer.

We still got to check the premises.

- Whoa, whoa, wait. Hang on.
- On your knees. Now!

This is a big mistake.

I... I work here!

I haven't done anything wrong.

Not true. You let us in.

Security.

You're not going to be able
to get in there.

Security system's down.
We're good to go.

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Hmm.

Hmm.

Don't get me wrong,
I do enjoy our games.

But why do I feel that you've been
coming here for another reason?

You have good stories.
I like to hear them.

That's all.

You're thinking pawn to F4.
My knight will take it.

You'll recapture,
and your queen will be exposed.

Oh, my God.

Maybe I should stop coming to see you.

Mm. Now you're eyeing your bishop.

Peter! Let me play.

Oh, no.

Yeah, duty calls.

Well, we've got a heist
at the Rushmond Gallery.

- One dead.
- Don't tease me.

Come on, give me a peek.

I can't do that.

You don't work for the BAU anymore.

Uh-huh, retired is retired, hmm?

- Mm-hmm. Ooh.
- Come on.

One little look won't hurt here.

The alarm didn't trip.

On-duty guard was murdered,

and the thieves made out
with five paintings.

All on loan in a cultural exchange

from European allies.

Which is why it's in our jurisdiction.

The guard's murder wasn't
part of their plan, you know.

- Well, I guess we'll see.
- Mm-hmm.

Bye, Peter. Have a good day.

Hey.

- Are we inside already?
- Yeah.

How are you holding up
since the funeral?

- Oof, how have I seemed?
- I know. I miss Dani too.

Look, I'm here to talk if you want.

Thanks, Maggie.

Probably better to just focus
on the day-to-day,

- though, right?
- I hear you.

- I got this.
- All right.

Morning.

Special Agents Scola and Bell.

You the owner?

Walter Vasari, yes.

Gary Whittock had been working
here going on 13 years.

Kind man, loyal, father of two.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Looks like he was zip-tied over there.

He must have got out of them
and made a run for them.

He really cared about this place.

Maybe too much.

So what did they take?

It's a fiasco.

This exhibit is a high-profile

international cultural exchange.

Every painting in here
is essentially priceless.

Those were on loan
from France, Denmark, Ukraine.

And those were lent
by the Orsini family in Italy.

Not only did they take out
the interior cameras,

they also demagnetized the whole system.

All right, what about
the backup to the cloud?

They wiped those too.

So they knew
exactly how to stay invisible.

- Got to be an inside job, no?
- Maybe.

I could take offense to that.

So are we thinking
they took Gary's key card

- to get in here?
- No.

No, they'd need more than
a basic work badge to do that.

Only a few employees can access
this gallery after hours...

upper management.

You upper management?

I wouldn't benefit from this,
if that's what you're implying.

The lenders retain
legal ownership of the pieces,

and they all have
nail-to-nail policies in place

to cover for any eventuality.

We're going to need
the name of every employee

who has access.

Morning, folks.

So last night, thieves broke
into the Rushmond Gallery

and murdered this guy, Gary Whittock.

He was the on-duty guard.

They made off with five paintings

and seemed to cover their tracks.

Combined value of the paintings

is worth an estimated $31 million.

Yeah, but on the black market,

it'd only be worth a fraction of that.

All right, well, a fraction
of a big number is still big.

And it looks like they came in
with a shopping list,

which suggests they already had
a buyer lined up.

So how do we track down our murderers?

Well, the special exhibit is protected

by a laminated glass door to maintain

environmental conditions
for art preservation.

It can only be unlocked
with a designated key card.

But the thieves wiped
the gallery security system.

Except that this key card reader stores

all data on an internal drive.

I was able to access the log

and see who swiped in last night.

At 1:41 a.m., the door was
unlocked by Teresa Almonte,

special exhibit director
at the Rushmond.

OK. What do we know about her?

Teresa started at the
Rushmond right out of grad school.

PhD in art history.

Had several essays published
in respected academic journals.

Doesn't exactly scream
criminal mastermind.

Well, three months ago, she defaulted

on her student loans.

The DOE Default Resolution Group

came knocking demanding payment,

jacked up her interest rates.

Last week, the government
started garnishing her wages.

So she followed her passion.

Next thing she knows, she's bankrupt.

That's the hat trick...
means, motive, and opportunity.

Let's bring her in.

I can't believe this is happening.

Is Gary really dead?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

I was tutoring him in art history.

Anything I gave him to read, he just...

oh, God.

His poor kids.

We're aware of your financial situation.

You think I had something
to do with this?

Your key card was used
to open the special exhibit

- last night.
- That's not right.

Well, your wages are being garnished.

Your back's up against the wall.

Makes sense that you'd throw
these guys your key card.

In return, they give you
a cut of the money.

No, no, no.
I have my key card right here.

I have it on me.

No, Teresa, it doesn't
make a difference, OK?

They could have used it last night

and given it back to you this morning.

No, listen, I went into debt

getting an advanced degree
because to do what I do,

you need one.

Now I earn $64,000 a year.

Between bills and my student loans,

it's not enough to live on.

But the Rushmond Gallery
is my whole life.

I would never do anything

to jeopardize my position there.

What?

I think I know who did this.

A few days ago,
I was walking the gallery,

and this guy was, like, lingering,

just looking.

But on his way out,
he started flirting with me.

So?

Men don't generally flirt
with me, Agent Scola.

But he talked my ear off,
asking me all about my job

and the special exhibit and the gallery.

His name was Cooper.

He said he liked my laugh.

We even swapped phone numbers.

But later, when I tried to text him,

it just bounced back.

Yeah.

You know about what time
Cooper stopped by the gallery?

All right, folks.
So Teresa Almonte said a suspicious man

came into the gallery asking questions.

I know our thieves wiped

the security feed from that night.

But can we pull any footage
from three days earlier?

Yeah, we should have access.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. Here we go.

All right, good news.

This is three days earlier, right?

Let's scrub to midday.

She said it was right after her lunch.

OK.

OK. Stop it there. Let's watch.

That guy's looking suspicious
to me, right?

Yeah, he's aware of the cameras.

Not giving us much for facial rec.

Yeah, and what is he doing
with his hand there?

Zoom in.

Looks like he's scanning her key card.

He's making a dupe.

Right. How do you do that?

Well, it used to be
you needed an RFID reader.

But now there are apps that can do it.

He kept Teresa talking.
She didn't even notice.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

OK, Mr. Suspect, you going
to show us your face?

Come on. Look up here.

- Yes! Here we go.
- That could be enough.

Hang on.

Got it.

Jasper Ray, a known art thief
with a record of burglaries,

trafficking in stolen goods,
and a penchant for sex workers.

And he's about to add
a murder rap to that list.

Ping his phone.

Not finding him
on any of the major providers.

He's got an alias, Cooper Motte.

- Still nothing.
- OK, every database in here.

Cooper Motte, Jasper Ray.

If either of those names have
popped up in the last 12 hours,

I want to hear about it.

Got a hit.

Mr. Cooper Motte just checked himself

into the penthouse suite
at the Ravel Hotel.

The Ravel? Feeling flush.

Let's grab him.

FBI, open up.

Just open it.

- Clear.
- Clear.

And check it out.

Must have been the key card he made.

Yeah, but this is a 9 millimeter.

That doesn't match
the caliber of the gun

that was used to kill the guard.

He could have had another weapon.

Wow.

That is a lot of cash.

You think they offloaded
the paintings already?

Maggie.

Then I was thinking
we order some room service

to, you know, rehydrate
before round two.

FBI, Jasper Ray.
Hands where we can see them.

Come on.

- Jasper!
- It's over.

We know that you broke
into that gallery.

We know that you killed that guard.

No, no, no. That wasn't me.
I didn't kill him.

OK. That's good.

We just want to talk to you.

But you're not going to believe me.

We just want to hear what happened.

This wasn't my fault! OK?

We didn't have any time to plan.

They pushed us to do it this week.

- Who did?
- No, you...

you have no idea what these
people are capable of, all right?

Then tell us.

We can help you.

Stop. Stop.

- No, it's OK.
- Stop. Don't come forward!

- Jasper.
- You can't help me!

No one can.

Hey, no! Jasper!

What the hell just happened?

Why would he jump over some paintings?

There's something else going on here,

something bigger.

All right, people.

There's more to this robbery
than just stolen paintings,

and we need to figure out what it is.

Now, unfortunately,
Jasper Ray, our only suspect,

elected to jump to his death
rather than rat out

the people who hired him.

Ballistics confirm Jasper's gun
wasn't used to kill Gary Whittock.

Well, it sounds like he had a partner.

This was definitely a two-man job.

OK, so Jasper's partner is our best bet

to track down the buyer,
so how can we ID him?

Hey, just got off the phone
with the art crimes team.

This is Cecil Lafont.

He was a high-line fence until
he started working for us.

They say if anybody knows
who Jasper's been

working with these days, it'd be Lafont.

All right. Let's put that to the test.

Oh, the interrogation room.

This venue meant to frighten me?

Could have just asked if you needed help

on the nastiness
that went down at the Rushmond.

An innocent guard was killed
during that robbery.

Yeah, I heard. It's a tragedy.

Well, we know one of
the thieves was Jasper Ray,

but we actually think it was his
partner who pulled the trigger.

Jasper is small-time.

Yeah, he's good with tech,
but not a murderer.

We were told that you might know
who Jasper's been running with.

Hmm. One thing at a time.

My cooperation agreement
has become a burden.

So this information, if I have it,

will complete our arrangement.

And I would like a guarantee
that I have satisfied our deal.

Why would we do that?

Well, a source may have told me

one of the Rushmond pieces
is already on the market.

Who's trying to move it?

Hmm, he doesn't meet with strangers.

He's twitchy. He's paranoid.

Believe me when I tell you,
you could never get close.

But he would meet with you.

All right, this guy's
going to be here any second,

so let's go over the details again.

This is Evan Hessel,
our second gallery thief

and Jasper Ray's partner in crime.

Hessel did a seven-year bid
for armed robbery

of a museum back in 2010.

He's known to be smart but violent.

Right now, he is
our best chance at ID'ing

- whoever is behind this heist.
- Right.

And our cooperator set up
this in-person meeting

with Evan Hessel under the
guise of a black-market sale.

If Hessel's willing to sell
one of the Rushmond paintings,

he will know where
the others are stashed.

Exactly.

Only question is,
do we have the right guy

playing our crooked buyer?

Come on, now. I was born for this.

Where's your buddy here?

He's already, what, ten minutes late?

He'll show. He trusts me.

No sign of Evan Hessel yet.

Wait. Is that him?

- Yep.
- We have eyes on the target.

He's about 15 seconds away from you.

Yep, copy that.
Remember, we just need to confirm

Hessel is in possession of any
of the Rushmond paintings,

and then we follow him
to his stash house.

Ah. Here he is.

Evan.

This better be worth it.

Am I in the habit of wasting your time?

Sit.

This is my client, Mr. Forsythe.

So you a private equity guy?

$765 million, under management.

Looking to expand my collection.

- Sotheby's not good enough?
- What can I say?

Cecil said that you came
into some pieces.

I was intrigued.

What firm?

Offshore Capital.

Never heard of it.

- How are we looking here?
- He's on our site.

While he's browsing,
I'll backdoor into his contacts,

pull his text conversations.

Going for extra credit. I like it.

Do you want
my college transcripts as well?

Is he serious here?

Evan, please.

Mr. Forsythe's pedigree
is beyond reproach.

- Who's in your collection?
- What?

You want to know how many
original Caltabiancos I have?

This is ridiculous. I don't need this.

Cecil, call me later.

Wait, wait.

I do have an early 20th century piece

I could part with.

All right, he bought it.

One? Come on. But you said he had five.

No, I heard he had five.

Four are already spoken for.

But I am willing to part
with the Friedland.

My price is 2 mil.
Gallery would charge 12.

OK, Hessel just confirmed
he's still in possession

of the stolen paintings.

Maggie, OA, get ready to tail
this guy to his stash house.

We're on the board.

2 million's a deal, Stuart.

I'd take it.

All right, I'm going to need to
see the condition of the piece.

You got a photo so I can check
the extent of the damage?

Money first, man.

OK.

I'm not going to hand you $2
million out here on the street.

You know that.

Just show him the photos, Evan.

Hmm? His money is green.

Heading to the river!

We'll double back!

Evan Hessel, you're under arrest.

Interstate transport of stolen property,

that's ten years.
Theft of major artwork, ten years.

Violation of the International
Cultural Treaty,

as judge's discretion.

But spoiler alert... minimum ten years.

We can place you at the gallery.

And ballistics confirm that the round

that killed Gary Whittock was,
in fact, from your gun.

That's murder during the
commission of a federal felony.

We have you dead to rights, Evan.

So really, the only question is,

are you going to do the smart thing

and tell us what's going on?

Come on.

Who are your buyers?

OK, why did you have to rob
the gallery this week?

- What was the rush?
- I can't help you.

OK, clearly, you're in a tough position.

I mean, we know that Jasper
was afraid of your buyers.

That's why he jumped off the
roof of a building earlier today.

Yeah.

We want to protect you, Evan.

But we can't do that unless
you tell us who they are.

They sent me a picture of my son.

- Your buyers did?
- Yeah.

Walking up to our apartment.
Eli's seven.

They knew his name.

They knew everything about me.
They made it clear.

Hit up the Rushmond this week,

or they'd hurt me, my family.

I didn't know what else to do.

No idea what they had on Jasper,
but it was something.

We knew we had to work quick
and never look back.

Did you meet your buyers in person?

- Could you ID a photo?
- No, we never met.

They cold-contacted us over Signal.

No number, no name, offered $75K each

in cash up front, plus a shopping list.

Even told me I could keep
the Friedland for myself.

What did you do with the paintings?

Where are they now?

We dropped them at a storage unit.

The second half of our cut was there.

That's all I know. I swear.

All right, talk to me about
this storage unit in Little Haiti.

Yeah, unit F938.

But the name on
the rental agreement's a fake.

We checked it against every database

we can think of, coming up empty.

Yeah, they paid for the unit in cash.

There's no way to ID the people
who commissioned the robbery.

Which led to the murder
of Gary Whittock.

What about eyes on the unit?

They have an older model CCTV feed.

I'm piggybacking it now.

OK, I'm into the cloud backup.

Yeah, this is from 3:00 a.m. last night.

That is unit F938 on the left.

Yeah, OK. There they there.

Our two thieves,
Jasper Ray and Evan Hessel,

dressed up as NYPD.

Explains how they got into the
gallery without tripping the alarm.

They drop the paintings,
pick up their payment.

In and out, less than three minutes.

Scrub forward. Maybe we're lucky enough

to catch our buyers
picking up the paintings.

When was this?

18 minutes ago.

I want eyes on every road

leading out of that storage facility.

Send Maggie and OA to that location now.

Jubal, we're outside of the unit.
No sign of the buyers.

Well, they must have
grabbed the paintings

and slipped through a blind spot.

See if you can find any
evidence we can use to ID 'em.

Open it.

- It's them.
- What?

They're all here.

These buyers went through a lot
of trouble to get these paintings,

and we know they were just here.

This doesn't make sense, Maggie.

What are we missing?

So you recovered the missing paintings,

you prevented an international fiasco,

and you solved a murder.

Yet something's bothering you.

The buyers knew everything
about this heist crew.

They leveraged them to rob
the gallery on their timetable.

They were meticulous, motivated.

They were careful
every single step of the way.

They were even at the
storage unit before we were.

They could have taken the paintings.

They didn't.

How do you explain that?

Behavioral anomaly.

Well, either your meticulous
buyers made one big mistake...

Or they let us find
the paintings on purpose.

So what exactly are we looking for?

I'm not sure.

We know that there was
31 minutes between

when the buyers cut the CCTV feed

and we arrived.

That is more than enough time
to take the paintings and go.

Maybe they were being extra cautious.

Kill the cameras,
come back later for the art.

I don't think so.

Look, they cut these four paintings

out of their frames,
but then, for some reason,

left this one intact.

"The Knife Grinder," painted in 1912

by Ukrainian artist Kazimir Malevich,

who founded the Suprematism style.

What's going on here?

Looks like discoloration.

Yeah, the edges of the canvas
are more saturated.

Could have sustained damage
over the years.

Can you pull up a photo of it
hanging in the gallery?

Sure, hang on.

No discoloration.

How's that possible?

Do you see that this frame
is narrower than that one?

You're right.

I mean, we're talking
only a fraction of an inch,

but those frames aren't the same width.

What if they used that
31 minutes to swap the frame?

So the frames were switched.

And then the new frames

exposed paint that had been
covered up for years,

so it never faded.

OK, I need you to pull this from
evidence. I want to check it out myself.

We don't have it anymore.

Why?

It was returned to the lender...
the Ukrainian consulate.

The Ukrainian consulate?

The buyers took the painting on purpose,

swapped the frame because they
knew we were going to return it.

And these other four were just decoys.

What if they put something in the frame?

Like a Trojan horse.

It could be a surveillance device.

That is a massive play,

smuggling something into a
foreign consulate on U.S. soil.

OK, we need to run this up the ladder.

Hey, this is Anna Vorpe,
counterintelligence officer

from OGA.

- Special Agent Bell and Zidan.
- Pleasure.

OGA... Other Government Agency.

- Indeed.
- Isobel has sung your praises.

Mm, how's my girl doing?

Uh, she's getting better every day.

Good. She knows how this game is played.

So I understand that you're concerned

about some dusty old paintings.

And for some reason,
you need counterintelligence

to weigh in. Did I get that right?

Well, we suspect someone hid
a surveillance device

inside a painting's frame

to spy on the Ukrainian consulate.

And we were wondering
if we didn't just stumble

over another three-letter agency's op.

I know you don't speak
for all of them, but...

No, I can actually.

And the answer is no.

If the U.S. wanted
to spy on the Ukrainians,

we wouldn't need a painting to do it.

We'd have planted microphones
in the walls

when we renovated their
building 7 and 1/2 years ago.

But I admit
that the timing is concerning.

Why is that?

Well, there's a rumor
that, earlier this week,

the Ukrainians picked up
Egor Petrovich in the city.

- A rumor?
- A highly verified rumor.

They still have Petrovich
detained at their consulate.

Sorry, are we talking about
the Russian warlord?

Yeah, he's head of the Strauss Group.

They're a well-funded, private
army full of ruthless mercenaries

wanted by at least a dozen countries.

So you're saying
he's been here in New York.

We had a special unit hunting for him

on an ICC warrant,
but hand it to the Ukrainians.

- They got to him first.
- Well, that makes sense.

He ordered a massacre
in a Ukrainian town

full of women and children.

Yeah, he's a real shoot first,
think later kind of monster.

So if the Ukrainians scooped him up,

they're going to want to fly him home

to make him face charges
on their soil, right?

So let's say there's no
listening device in the frame.

But what if there is an explosive

and one of Petrovich's enemies
is trying to take him out?

All right, people, eyes up.

This is an Anna Vorpe with OGA.

She'll be running point with us.

Now, listen, right now,

Egor Petrovich, the Russian warlord

and head of the notorious Strauss Group,

is being held captive
in the Ukrainian consulate.

And to make matters worse,

we believe an unknown
third party is planning

to assassinate him on U.S. soil.

That would have major
geopolitical ramifications.

The whole world wants
this monster dead or alive.

So let's be the team
that finally brings him in

once and for all.

I'm on hold with
the Ukrainian consul general

- just to give him a heads up.
- OK.

Our team is en route to the consulate,

- just in case.
- OK, great.

NSA, liaise with GCHQ.

DOJ, hey, wake up our legal
attaches in London and Brussels.

See if they have any intel as to who

could be behind this play, yeah?

That's a dice roll.

Strauss Group has mercs
in Nigeria, Sudan, Libya.

There's no shortage of enemies
who want to take this guy off the board.

Jubal, phone line just went dead.

What? Try them back?

I can't get through.

OK. What's going on here, people?

OK, boss, yeah, it looks like
there was a power outage.

Some kind of surge.

It's isolated, though.
It just hit one building.

- The Ukrainian consulate.
- Yeah.

All right, talk to me.
What could do this?

A low-yield, short-range,
custom-built EMP.

That must have been
what was hidden in that frame.

Well, whatever it is, it just blew
out every circuit in that building.

Whoever's coming to take out Petrovich,
it's happening now.

Warn our field teams.

Maggie.

FBI! Don't move!

I've got eyes on Petrovich.

Let's go!

AK-47.

Where are they taking him?

He's free now.

You'll never find him.

Russian. From the Strauss Group.

This wasn't an assassination.

No. It was a rescue mission.

Our two Russian mercs
just ripped Egor Petrovich

out of Ukrainian custody
in broad daylight.

Now, where the hell
did they go? Come on.

It turns out the plates
on the van were stolen.

But we issued a BOLO based
on the van's description.

These guys did their homework.
Whatever route they're taking,

they're not showing up on traffic cams.

Yeah, well, the Strauss Group is

well-funded and trained
in urban warfare.

We are not letting them get away.

Jubal, they've finished processing
the Russian that Maggie wounded.

OK, thank you. Keep looking! You coming?

Why not?

Sneaking a custom EMP
into a foreign consulate,

human smuggling
of a wanted Russian warlord,

attempted murder on federal agents.

I'm not going to lie to you, Andrei.

This is going to land
on you like a hammer.

Unless you talk to me.

How are you planning on getting
your friend out of the country?

You're asking me to kill my own brother.

No, I'm asking you to cooperate.

You don't understand.

I did not free Petrovich out of loyalty.

This man is nobody's friend.
He rules with money and cruelty.

Wait, so what does this have
to do with your brother?

Mikhail is in Belarus.

Petrovich could get to him easily.

It's his insurance policy.

He saw me fall today.
He knows you have me.

If I give up Petrovich now,
he will have Mikhail killed.

I cannot help you.

You cannot help me.

What if I can guarantee
your brother's safety?

You cooperate with us,

and we will get him out of Belarus.

Who is she?

Nobody.

OK, so listen up.

One of Petrovich's men just revealed

they're moving their boss
to a private airfield

somewhere outside of the city.

Unfortunately, he was
never told the exact name.

There are at least a half dozen options.

All right, so let's narrow that down.
I want everyone on this.

We know they were driving a
black Sprinter van, stolen plates.

We should be up on traffic cams
on every highway

heading out of the city.

- Hey, I think I got him.
- Yeah?

Heading towards the 59th Street Bridge.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. OK, so...
so what is in that direction?

Liberty Airport in
Long Island is their best bet.

That's got to be it.

OK, sending our team to head them off.

Maggie.

Yep, I see it.

Eyes on the van.

Well, they know we're on their tail now.

Scola, they're headed west.

South on Gaston.

We got him pinned in.

Moving west on Queens Plaza.

- Going east!
- Jubal!

Suspects are fleeing on foot.
We're in pursuit.

The van is clear. Hey!

Keep this place locked down!

Don't move!

It's not him.

I don't have him.

Hey, Maggie and OA got the mercs.

Scola, you are on Petrovich.

Be careful. He is dangerous.

Petrovich! It's over.

Show me your hands. Hands!

Hey, Jubal, it's not him.

That's not Petrovich either?

No, that's Ronen Vovnoboy,

another one of his private soldiers.

Right, but Maggie saw
three men get into that van...

two mercs and Petrovich.

Something's not adding up.

How the hell did we lose him?

I don't get it.
I'm looking at traffic cams.

The van never stops
after leaving the consulate.

There was no time
to drop him off anywhere.

The van!

Heads up!

Petrovich never got out of the van.
He is still in there!

OA?

Yeah, I heard that.

Hey, take him.

An oxygen tank.

We have two officers down.
Send ambo to our location.

What the hell happened?

Petrovich was hiding
in a false compartment.

So they could smuggle him
into the airport.

- Jubal, we lost Petrovich.
- Hey!

Did you see someone?

- Which way did they go?
- He ran that way.

OK. Wait with them?

Let's move.

Jubal, we think that Petrovich came

into the food market.
We need to set up a perimeter.

Yeah, I'm already on it.

This is not good.

This place is packed with civilians.

Yeah, he did this on purpose.

The group kills civilians as a tactic.

We need to approach
with extreme caution.

OK, I'll go around,
flank him from the other side.

Let's move.

OA, I think I see him on the left.

Everybody down!

Shots fired! Shots fired!

Move, move, move!

Is this the only angle we have?

The market has limited cameras.

I want every view you can find.

We need eyes at the market.

Jubal, he won't care
how many people he kills.

Send every resource we have! All right?

All hands on deck.

Jubal, send all the medical you can.

- You need to get down!
- Move, move, move!

- I've lost him.
- Stay down.

I can't see him.

OA!

- I don't have a shot.
- I don't either.

Move, move!

Guys, he's got a hostage.

FBI. Drop your weapon.

- I said, drop your weapon!
- Or what?

She's innocent.

Drop your weapon, and we can talk.

Give me helicopter to Liberty Airport,

or I blow her brains all over the place.

All right, Jubal, we need a
sniper team and a negotiator here.

I don't know, Scola. Just wait.

I want charter jet!

You hear me? Direct to Moscow!

You have ten minutes, or her
death will be on your soul!

Cover me.

One step closer, she dies.

Maggie, what are you doing?

Back away!

- Maggie!
- Maggie!

Back away! Now!

Or I'll kill you!

Then do it.

Egor Petrovich, you're under arrest.

How'd you know it was empty?

He's a shoot first,
think later kind of monster.

He wasn't shooting.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I just wanted to say it was great

riding with you, Valentine.

Yeah, yeah. You too.

One more thing, regarding Andrei Orlav's

brother in Belarus.

Yeah.

It's a big "no can do."

OK, but we looked into that guy's eyes.

We told him we'd protect his brother.

You're new to the SAC chair.

It's just how the game is played.

I know it doesn't feel like it,
but that was a win.

The way you read Petrovich

like a book was just brilliant.

Flattering me, I see,

hoping I leave my diagonal open.

Nice try.

You have a gift, Maggie.

You are a natural profiler.

BAU would be lucky to have you,

and I would be very happy
to put in a word.

I... no.

Well, yeah, thank you.

But that's not what I want.

I love where I am. I love my team.

Then what do you want?

I think this past year
has made me feel off balance.

I feel like
when I look around, I don't...

I don't really recognize
the world anymore.

So I guess I was hoping
that if I could get deeper

into the minds of the criminals
that we're hunting, then...

maybe I could make sense of something.

I think you're well on your way.

However...

your chess strategy
still needs some work.