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Hey, not too bad, right?

Today's about R&R.

Soak up those Euro vibes, man.

We're the only dudes in board shorts.

Maybe we'll start a trend.

What's up?

Remember how you asked me to keep tabs on Dean?

Dude, that was your idea.

Yeah, well, guess who just checked in

for a long-haul flight?

- To where? - Take a guess.

Known for goulash, paprika, and old bathhouses.

What do you think he wants?

So much for R&R.

OK, team,

update on the missing weapons in Poland.

As you can see, it's a family affair.

And at the center is Ray Lockhart--

American businessman and well-known arms dealer.

His textile company became a front for his operation.

This guy's been around the block.

Every three-letter agency seems to want him.

Mm-hmm, and every time they try, he goes underground.

We got a real shot at him right now.

Days ago, a shipment of Ghost-Wing 600s was stolen

from a military site in Poland.

These are kamikaze drones, armed with thermobaric warheads

and operable from hundreds of miles away.

It's reported ten went missing and are in Ray's possession

somewhere in Vienna.

And he's looking to sell.

We think less than 72 hours

before the drones are gone for good.

Recovering these drones is top priority for us,

so we've been looking at cracks in Ray's armor.

His wife, Nicole, might be one.

But TBD how much she's involved in the business--

or the marriage, frankly.

Meaning?

There have been whispers of discrete infidelity,

with women specifically.

And then we have Jordan, Ray's nephew.

Guy's been pushing pills to make ends meet.

He's our weak link.

Yeah, and he took the bait.

Smitty, you're up. OK, let's pack up.

Hungarian cops are loaning us a chopper.

We're on the move.

Between us, the first girl I ever loved

was a redhead--Candice Rowe.

She broke my heart.

I don't think I ever got over her.

Oh, I see.

So you're trying to course correct.

Are you looking for a second chance?

I mean, you could set me straight.

Would you like another drink?

Maybe you and I should get some privacy first.

Get down to it.

Poetry.

Come with me.

So you just want the E, nothing else?

It's a fan favorite.

Why fuss with a good thing?

All right. 300 for the pills.

Or I can take off 20% for a kiss.

You're tenacious, I'll give you that.

Oh, come on, just one kiss.

Or we finish up here and see where the night takes us.

All right.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

Oh, what the hell?

I work with the FBI.

You're under arrest.

We've got a runner. South corner, heading your way.

Got him.

Headed east. Cam, where you at?

I see you. Herd him to the plaza.

Wes and Ty are waiting.

"Walking pharmacy assaults Europol officer."

You've really dug yourself a nice hole, Jordan.

These charges on top of your priors means

you're looking at maximum time.

Austria will make an example of you,

and they will not be kind.

I think you know why we're here.

Yeah, yeah, you want my uncle,

but you're never gonna get to him.

Even if I help, Ray, he--

he keeps his hands clean.

Your uncle is selling UAVs equipped with stealth tech,

armed with warheads that vaporize oxygen,

collapse lungs, incinerate bodies.

Ray's hands are as dirty as they come.

And he'll sell to anyone, including enemies of the U.S.

We need him off the streets.

Look, if I could help you find him, I would, I swear.

This isn't just a seizure, mate.

That's not what you're here for.

You're gonna help us buy Ray's weapons.

You're gonna introduce us.

You want to course correct, Jordan?

This is your second chance.

Make the call.

I'd forget about your old life, pal.

You belong to us now.

Once Ray agrees to the meeting,

we're off to the races.

Wes will deploy as an American proxy supplier

based in South Africa.

The country's a logistics hub for insurgents

and terrorist cells.

But more importantly--

Ray has no foothold there.

And we can exploit that.

I'm working directly with FBI Stagehand

to fireproof the whole thing.

Wes's legend will involve a mining business

he built by leveraging his wife's South African roots.

Wes and Smitty will pose as a married couple

looking to buy property in Vienna.

Covert mics are embedded in Wes's watch

and one in Smitty's pendant.

We can monitor audio from here too.

OK, great work, guys.

Hmm.

Before this train leaves the station, one question.

Can we trust Jordan?

Oh, hell no.

But without him, there is no shot at Ray.

We need more than conspiracy charges.

We have to prove that Ray is actively involved

in a weapons sale,

and that starts with a face-to-face.

Jordan's got to be there to put Ray at ease.

Yeah, sure.

But once he's loose, we can't control him.

Look, I'm not the one up for promotion.

GS-14 is a big deal.

You two are gonna be looked at very closely.

If it were me, I'd want to curb any risk.

Meeting's set. 11:00 a.m.

All aboard.

This is Wes and Megan Broderick,

the couple I was telling you about.

Guys, meet Dietrich Stein.

We were told the meeting was with Ray.

I'm authorized to speak on his behalf.

But first, you both need to turn over your electronics.

We left them in the car.

I still have to search you.

You were the one, not me.

So will Ray be joining us or not?

As you can see, he's tied up.

But he did his homework.

And?

You're here, aren't you?

Well, not to play telephone.

Like I was saying, this--this could be

an opportunity, you know, for Uncle Ray.

Danke, Jordan.

I'll take it from here.

Go grab a drink inside.

Oh, you know, why doesn't

he keep me company while you boys talk shop?

Jordan's a grown boy.

He can fend for himself.

Right, Jordan?

Nicole Lockhart. Pleasure.

Megan Broderick.

My husband, Wes.

How do you do?

Very well, thank you.

I see Dietrich is eager to get down to it.

The garden is slightly more interesting.

Care to join me, Megan?

Come. Let's go have a chat.

I can't place your accent.

Where are you from originally?

Cape Town.

Wes and I have a home there since he has work.

Mm. And what's he do?

Mining.

Gemstones, mostly.

Oh, well, that explains this gorgeous thing.

Yeah, the job does have its perks.

How about Ray?

He looks like he's doing pretty well for himself.

And we've spent every cent of it on landscaping.

Our own fault for throwing a party.

Must be a good one.

Ten-year anniversary.

And Ray has left me in charge of everything.

Dietrich seems pretty hands on.

Why not put him to work?

Ah, I mean, he's Ray's dog, which is fine.

But if it were up to me,

I wouldn't let that man near anything I cared about.

He makes my stomach turn.

OK, here's the pitch--

I deliver Ray an untapped market in Africa.

He gets to expand his trade route to a new continent.

New buyers. Safe passage. I get a new friend.

I'm offering him a lucrative partnership.

We can call these drones a dry run.

So you know about the drones?

His nephew filled us in. I'd like to make an offer.

A fair proposition, but we already have a buyer for those.

I see.

Well, if the ink's not dry, then--

It's in the final stages.

Then, what was all this?

A wasted trip, it seems.

Then again, nichts ist umsonst.

Nothing is for nothing.

Hey, is it possible to see our friend?

Tell him we're off?

Mr. Lockhart needed to speak with Jordan.

A family matter.

I can pass on the message.

I'm sure they won't be long.

Safe travels, Mr. Broderick.

Great, our one shot at Ray,

and we get stonewalled by Hans Gruber.

Well, it makes sense.

I mean, they're playing it safe.

They don't know us, and they don't trust Jordan at all.

Or Jordan served us up.

If so, I doubt we'd have

left there in one piece.

They cornered him. - OK, we're going to Plan B.

Before we turned Jordan loose,

Wes had me put a bug on his car.

That's what I'm talking about.

That was Amanda.

The military outpost did a final count on the stolen UAVs.

And it wasn't ten kamikaze drones.

It's triple that.

With that kind of payload,

we're looking at a catastrophic event.

And we don't know who the buyers are.

OK, the clock's ticking.

We're not gonna let these weapons change hands.

Where is this guy?

- Jordan's on the move. - Good.

Go bring him home.

Here's his car.

He couldn't have gotten too far on foot.

All right, everybody split up.

I got him. South wall of the church.

Jordan!

I know how this looks, OK? I can explain.

Yeah, I can't wait to hear all about it.

They--they were watching me, you know?

I had to throw them off the scent.

You should be thanking me, all right?

I was looking out for your operation.

Bro, you gotta stop lying to us.

OK, OK.

OK, look, I'm gonna level with you, all right?

Just--

Jordan's down! Unresponsive.

Anyone got eyes on the shooter?

Negative.

It's a sniper's playground out here.

We just lost our informant.

- Agent Booth. - Sergeant.

I just heard your colleagues are back at the station.

Yeah, two of them are still undercover.

We want to limit their exposure.

Any updates on your end?

No witnesses saw the shooter,

but it looks as though the bullet might have

come from higher ground. - CCTV?

Limited. We're trying.

OK, keep me posted.

Let's get that slug over to ballistics.

Amanda, give us everything you got

on Ray's right-hand guy.

Dietrich Stein, former KSK, German special forces.

Discharged before he linked up with Ray.

Spent his formative years in East Berlin

when the wall came down.

A true product of his environment.

OK, so this guy might be our suspect in Jordan's murder.

Right. But we don't know why.

Just keep working on your end.

Will do.

OK, what if Ray found out

that Jordan was working with the FBI?

Well, then it's over.

Op's compromised.

I mean, the fact is, anything could have gone down

after Jordan left us.

We don't know what we don't know.

Meanwhile, Ray is still out there,

who we were supposed to reel in.

Well, except they've shut us out.

I mean, it's a dead end now.

That was a message from Ray's wife.

She wants to meet tomorrow morning.

Just the two of you?

Apparently.

It's a public place, indoors.

What do we think?

OK.

We can sweep the place beforehand.

There's too much at stake. We play the hand we're dealt.

Too early?

Actually, I'll have the same, please.

Hi.

How is it?

Oh, my jeweler--

in case you ever need someone local.

Best in Vienna.

- Love it. - Mm-hmm.

And the white glove delivery too.

I know I could have texted this.

But where's the fun in that?

Exactly.

Besides, it's so nice to have a friend in the city,

especially a resourceful one.

You know, once I realized that everybody in life

wants something, I sort of ran with it, you know?

And you?

What do you want?

Freedom.

Your man runs a billion-dollar textile company.

You have freedom.

Megan.

We both know Ray doesn't work in textiles.

Your turn to be honest.

If I said that I could get you

anything you want in Vienna,

what would you say?

Well, it is the city of music,

so symphony tickets?

That's a start.

How do box seats sound, opening night, you and me?

Pricey. Am I wrong?

I mean, it's not the money.

It's never been about that for me, actually.

So what then?

Well, they say you only live once.

And life is about all new experiences,

don't you think?

Mrs. Lockhart.

We shouldn't keep him waiting.

Right behind you.

I, uh, hope you'll think about what I said.

Ballistics came back from Jordan's murder.

Get this--the caliber and tool marks on the slug

match to another hit from a few years back.

- Same shooter. - Same shooter, same gun.

But they didn't have enough to pin it on him then.

This guy is Chechen OC.

Why would the Chechens want Jordan dead?

Hmm, that's a good question.

But this dude Umar, he's just a button man.

Somebody above him had to give the order.

We need to be sure.

Look, I think I can reach out to an old CI.

He's Russian,

used to launder for some crews out here,

including the Chechens.

Your dead American was trying to make a name for himself.

He was planning a score, needed help.

Who did Jordan approach?

Lots of people--

Turks, Serbs, Russians.

Well, a Chechen took him out.

We want to know why.

Something about clipping stolen drones.

So Jordan was trying to rip off his uncle?

Is that who called the hit?

Mm, that I don't know.

But based on how they operate,

if the Chechens pulled the trigger,

it's possible someone at the top

has a vested interest in seeing the deal go through.

You recognize this man?

Yeah, he's a cleaner, mid-tier.

I want to know who he takes orders from.

Mansur Petrov.

That's your man.

All right, so this intel checks out.

It looks like this guy Petrov is Ray's main buyer.

And technically, we could book him for Jordan's murder,

but that might send shockwaves.

Smarter play is quiet, short-term detention.

Austrian law says we can hold him for 48 hours,

no questions, no formal charges.

Don't forget the loophole.

Section 278 of the Austrian Penal Code grants

a provisional extension if a crime meets

certain criteria, terrorism being one.

OK, so how long can we keep him?

Two weeks, maybe more.

That's great.

He'll be cut off from the outside world.

And with the Chechens off the table,

Wes and I can swoop in as new buyers for the drones.

All right, so we're back on track.

Give me a sec, guys.

Amanda, what's up? - Sorry.

I know there's a lot going on.

But you should know that Dean Bartlett's in Budapest.

He wants to meet with you.

He was never too good at reading the room.

Well, he's not backing down, either.

We've been fielding his calls ever since he landed.

He keeps saying he wants to talk to his son.

Wes, listen, seeing as you're out of town,

may I offer a suggestion?

And you are?

Amanda Tate, I work with Wes.

His girlfriend?

No, I work with him.

Oh.

OK.

He asked me to check and see what you needed,

and I'll be happy to convey that.

And you're here and not him because?

Because that's what he wanted.

Look, this isn't about money.

I don't want money, if that's his reluctance.

I'll be happy to convey that.

Anything else?

Can I'll tell you a quick story about Wes?

When he was 14, this steroid drug guy

that I was running with offered him 2 grand

to drive down to Tijuana and pick up a shipment.

I shut it down immediately.

That night, Wes steals a car

from this old drunk down the block.

And he flies down to Tijuana, grabs the goods,

and he's back before anyone wakes up.

About a week later, this jacked-up steroid dealer guy

gets busted.

And like the fake tough guy he was,

he rolled and told the cops everything.

He gave up Wes just like that.

It took me a bit to get him out of juvie,

but when I got him,

you know the first thing he said to me?

Dad, whatever I do in my life,

don't ever let me become a cop.

Look at him now.

It's crazy, right?

Have him call me.

- Failure to launch? - Amanda tried.

Dean still wants to have a sit-down.

Yeah, let me know if you need backup.

I got you. - Copy. Thanks.

You know, before Charlotte turned 18,

my ex, Amber, and I had to meet up and plan the summers,

split custody and all that-- scheduling, logistics.

It really sucked, especially with

Amber's new boyfriend there all the time.

I guess all I'm saying is,

sometimes you just got to eat it

and take a meeting, you know?

The only way out is through.

Thanks to that ambush, we now have Ray's buyer in custody.

I'm sure the Chechens are wondering

what happened to him.

Will he talk? - We don't need him to.

The sting operation is still a go.

And the drones are burning a hole in Ray's pockets.

He's going to want to offload.

It requires him saying yes to new, unvetted buyers first.

Well, that's why Nicole is so important.

She's the gatekeeper.

I need a download on an address.

It's 88 Parkgasse, Unit 5.

- On it. - She wants to meet.

- When? - Soon.

That address looks to be a luxury apartment in town.

Papers show it's paid in full.

Buyer used an alias, but it traces back to Nicole.

So it's a secret apartment.

She didn't want Ray to know about it.

All right, we're gonna be on comms and standing by.

Do you need anything?

Got it.

It's stunning, your place.

I can see you put a lot into it.

Yeah.

Ray always gets what he wants,

but he doesn't get everything.

This one's for me.

You know, the private jets, the designer brands,

they were all exciting once upon a time.

But now, every day, I'm reminded of the fact

that I'm stuck with a vindictive old man.

Why not leave him?

You're clearly unhappy.

Maybe it's time to--

You ever had to do something that would ultimately change

the course of your life?

You have no idea what he's capable of.

He's just a man.

What if we make it so that he couldn't get to you?

I know what you're doing.

You're looking for someone to save, is that it?

Is that what you're about?

You want to be my knight in shining armor?

Because I don't need saving.

I'm just trying to have a little fun.

Too early?

It's Ray.

And?

He lost his buyer.

I, um--I have to get going.

Nicole.

There may be a solution to Ray's problem.

And if our husbands wind up working together,

that could be very good for us.

I will, um, talk to Ray.

Can you and Wes be at the estate this evening?

You mean the party?

Consider yourself invited.

You know, this UC work takes a toll on people.

It sneaks up on you.

Trust me.

I'm just checking in.

Well, I'm just doing my job.

Same as you.

There's about a hundred some-odd guests here.

And there's private security all over the place.

Could it mean Ray's drones are also here,

hiding in plain sight?

He doesn't strike me as the type to burn his own nest.

Probably just extra protection.

We know Ray's got enemies all over.

I dedicate this evening to my one and only.

Ten blissful years.

Nicole, thank you for standing by me always, no matter what.

Love you.

Here's to the rest of our lives.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Cheers.

I have terms from Mr. Lockhart.

And I can tell you where to put 'em.

If your boss wants to get this deal done,

tell him to find me himself.

Smart.

Get him really pissed off.

Ray's desperate. He needs this.

Desperate people never do crazy things.

Most of the crowd here I have known for 20 years.

You know why?

Because I can't stand new faces.

The only reason you're here is Nicole.

Oh, for a second, I thought you had a surplus problem,

and you need a solution.

You don't call the shots here.

I'm trying to get you paid.

I want what you have.

I'll offer you six mil wholesale.

They're worth more than that.

Then find yourself another buyer.

I see a lot of rich people here.

Fine, six million.

We'll finish up inside.

Join me for a smoke upstairs.

Are you tired of the party already?

It's not going anywhere.

Come in.

Have a seat.

Thought we had a deal. I don't see the need for a gun.

Mr. Broderick, I don't know you.

But we're gonna fix that.

Your banking info, put it in.

You know, if I didn't know any better,

I'd say this felt like a shakedown.

More like a dry run.

You called it, Amanda. It's a test payment.

Remember, Ray's got his people

monitoring the transaction.

Money has to look like it's routed through

Mitchell's South African businesses and banks.

Looks like they're pulling 5 grand to warm up.

Hmm.

Bank is happy.

Excellent.

I'd like to see the merchandise now.

I bet you would.

Put the hood on.

Something's wrong.

It looks like they're moving Wes.

Black sedan leaving the estate.

What's the move here?

We lost audio, but Wes's tracker

still looks like it's in transit, though.

You got a visual?

Can't see Wes, but Dietrich's behind the wheel.

Do I follow?

Are we sure we're not blown?

We will be if we make the wrong move here.

What if they found Wes's tracker?

This could all be a trap.

Wes had the distress word. He never used it.

Besides, Ray still hasn't been paid yet.

I need an answer, guys.

You're good to pursue, but give him some rope.

Don't engage.

Long leash. Copy.

They just took Wes inside, bagged.

If he's been made, we gotta go in.

We don't know that he's been made, OK?

His mic's transmitting again.

Let's just wait and see what happens.

We only get one shot at this.

So we're just gonna wait this out?

That's correct.

If we want Ray, the sale has to go through.

Mitchell's still got the ball,

and we're getting those damn drones.

No hard feelings.

Fresh from Poland.

Stripped the serial numbers, but it's the real deal.

Where are the rest?

You'll get the address when I get paid.

So...

if you like what you see...

I'm sure you want to get back to your beautiful wife.

So this is what ten blissful years looks like?

You hiding away in your chamber?

Oh, the party was never mine.

This is all Ray's world, remember?

He always gets everything he wants.

Well, maybe not everything.

And what happens when Ray walks through that door?

He and Dietrich took a ride with your husband,

so we have nothing to worry about.

Where to?

Does it matter?

I thought this is what you wanted.

It's just us now.

Just make sure it's all there.

I'll take that address now.

You'll get it.

Relax.

Background's come back.

- You still don't trust me? - I don't know who you are.

Had to check you out. - They sent a report.

He cleared, but his wife didn't.

- Let me see it. - Excuse me?

You gonna let him burn your bridges for you, Ray?

Be quiet. Or I'll do it for you.

This thing's about to go sideways.

Waiting on your green light, Tyler.

Everybody just hold, OK?

Those missing drones are the last piece of the puzzle.

Wes can still get us what we need.

If we flinch now, it's over.

Look, Booth, I want those weapons too.

But this is Wes' life, and he is unarmed in there.

Look, if you are wrong about this--

I know.

I don't know who's been feeding you what, Ray.

My wife and I are airtight.

We're gonna get to the bottom of this.

Excuse me.

Hello? - Where are you?

The party, silly.

And your friend?

She's here somewhere.

She might be a problem.

I need you to get close. Check her purse.

What? But I can't just--

Shut up!

Listen to me.

Do you enjoy the life you have, all your money?

It's gone, all of it,

unless you do exactly as I say.

I'm listening.

Her passport should have a stamp

from South African Revenue Services.

I don't understand.

If these two use stones as a front,

they need to show exports.

She's the local face, so there'll be a custom stamp

inside her pages.

OK, and if it's not there?

Then she must be lying about something,

which means her husband is too.

And you brought them into my house.

So figure it out, whatever it takes,

or it's on you.

Everything OK?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Just a little too much champagne.

Think there's got to be a painkiller here somewhere.

Listen to me carefully.

Your husband is about to be arrested by the FBI.

How do you know that?

I'm Europol.

You have about ten seconds before you're in handcuffs.

Or I can give you a way out.

Time to pick a side, Nicole.

Look, Ray already suspects something.

If he sniffs out the truth,

you'll never see your partner again.

Booth, I can hear you.

I've got Nicole. How's Wes?

Things are moving fast. How's our caged bird?

I'm currently explaining to her

that cooperating is the only way

that she walks away from this intact.

It's Ray.

Answer it.

Remember, only one of us can offer you what you really want.

Look, I have to give him something.

- You can lie. - No, I can't. He's gonna know.

Sell it.

You've been selling it for years.

Help us, and there's a deal waiting for you.

Ray, I'm looking at her passport now.

And?

The third page has the stamp,

South African Revenue Services, like you said.

- What color is it? - Ernesto?

Looks like officials modded the stamp seal last year,

new layout and design.

Pulling a reference.

Incoming, Smitty.

Are you deaf all of a sudden?

What color is it, Nicole?

Green.

It's light green with a logo and a date.

Got it.

I think I've been patient enough.

The drones or my money back. We had a deal, Ray.

The ports near Nussdorf.

There's a warehouse.

Building 4.

We got it. All teams move in.

Take them down. Go, go, go!

We've been breached.

You set me up?

Sir, you have to go.

Make sure he feels it!

FBI!

Back up, Ray.

Put your face against that wall right now.

Austrians raided the warehouse,

found the drones.

Ray's on the hook for the whole deal.

That's great.

What about Nicole?

Cooperating, thanks to Smitty.

Drinks on me when you're back.

Sounds good.

Um, any updates on Dean?

Not yet.

None of this is gonna be easy,

but you made the right choice for your future.

A step towards the freedom you always wanted.

I don't even know your name.

Megan.

Dropped the accent, but kept the name.

Just full of surprises, aren't you?

You know how this works.

Ray was the objective.

Everything else was... a means to an end.

Goodbye, Nicole.

I have one more question, then.

The kiss,

was I your first?

I won't be your last.

There he is.

No. No, no.

Just...

Yeah.

See?

Isn't this better face to face?

Sure.

You thirsty? I'm buying.

No, I'm good. I'm good.

You can damn near get anything in prison.

But you can't get a cold beer.

I'm not really staying long, OK, Dean?

- Yeah? - Mm.

You busy?

Working a case?

You got that look like you're trying

to spring something on me.

I think it speaks for itself. Just open it.

Look, I was never a saint, Wes.

We both know that.

But neither were you, if you're keeping score.

But everything I did was for your own good, OK?

I provided and protected you the best way I knew how.

It's like the only way that I knew how.

In a way, getting locked up,

it was a gift.

It gave me time to figure out, like, who I am,

you know, and all the things that I'd done wrong.

People like me can change, OK?

And I guess I want to prove to you that I have,

that I can do better

with whatever little time that we have left.

I'm happy for you.

I appreciate that.

Just open it.

That's your handiwork.

Fractured jaw of an 11-year-old boy.

Mine.

This is what I was referring to, Wes,

the life I left behind.

No, you see,

that voids any apology,

ever.

Because that's the real you.

Good news is, I don't need the reminder anymore.

So I want you to keep it, OK?

I want you to frame it.

Use it as a beer coaster. I don't really give a damn.

See you around.

Look, you have a sister, Wes.

That's what I came here to tell you.

2011, I was out on parole

before I went back in.

Her name's Delilah.

She's a sophomore in high school.

I just thought you should know.

Congratulations.

Now go home, Dean.