Original subtitles

It's daytime.

Colin sits behind a metal gate, fine-tuning a listening device.

He wears a dark baseball cap.

His eyes fix on a long-haired blonde woman with blue eyes, sitting on a park

bench. It's Tony Napier.

Colin turns away as Nikki approaches Tony.

Tony offers Nikki a coffee.

Nikki takes a seat next to her.

I can't do it anymore.

I'm like pacing in this rental with no place to go. Government accommodations

not to your liking.

No, Nikki, I want to work.

I want to be of service. So who?

You know your loyalty's still in question?

Langley was 50-50. Half of them wanted to see you locked up in some black site

somewhere damp.

The other half wanted you gone. As in gone.

Colin listens, emotional.

Does he know that I'm coming back?

She turns to Nikki, who swallows.

Colin?

No, not yet.

I'll be in touch.

A hand reaches out and grabs a shot from an adjacent tray, dropping a substance

into the amber shot.

Later, a server carries a shot to a dining table of men.

A middle-aged red-haired man grips the shoulder of a younger brunette man.

Subtitle. That's when Pasha started running like a little girl, arms waving.

Yeah, little girl, okay. The building was on fire, I didn't have a choice.

Pasha, it was only the outside, what are you talking about?

We've heard this story a million times, let's drink. And we've been watching

your ugly face, yet we don't complain.

The table of men raised their shots.

Okay, a toast.

To health. To love. To Pasha. Thank you.

Who I have taught everything I know.

Even when he did not want to learn.

Especially when he did not want to learn.

And to the future of our great country.

To the motherland.

To Russia.

Hooray, hooray, hooray.

Pasha, the brunette man, pats the red-haired man's shoulder.

A brown-bearded man watches closely as the red-haired man drinks the amber

shot.

Later, the red-haired man sits up in bed, clutching his midsection.

His face is clammy, and he staggers as he rises from the bed.

His vision spins.

He slows to a stop, shakes his head.

then puts two fingers down his throat, forcing himself to vomit out of frame.

He shakily descends a wooden staircase with a hardwood banister.

He walks with a pained effort and reaches the ground floor, limping in an

unsteady path beneath an ornate crystal chandelier.

He reaches the front door and grabs the handle.

He opens the door and steps out.

Bill and Colin are at dinner.

I feel like I'm at a Mother's Day brunch.

You know there's a diner right across the street. Yeah, but do they have

bellinis with caviar and creme fraiche?

There's a reason we're here.

There's a reason for everything, Bill.

Nice quiet place, away from prying eyes.

You want to talk about Tony?

Okay.

Believe me, when I say this, the last thing I want to talk about is Tony.

I thought you didn't drink coffee.

I do today. Thank you.

I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing my dad's CIA file.

Well, have you tried repression or denial?

Works for me.

I went through all my dad's stuff.

I don't know what I was expecting to find.

Nothing about him being in the agency.

Well, it's not surprising.

Spies aren't big on scrapbooking.

Listen, I don't understand why he didn't tell me.

What, like he thought I couldn't handle the truth?

Oh, jeez, Bill.

There are a thousand and one reasons why people lie. It doesn't always have to be

bad.

I mean, look, I hate to labour the point, but have you told Katie about us?

Me? What you do now?

Bill looks at the table, tight-jawed.

No, didn't think so.

Colin looks around, then sees the red-haired Russian man at the door. The

men lock eyes.

Oh, here we go.

As Colin sees the man, he grips his dinner knife in an underhand position.

What's going on?

We're about to find out.

Victor?

Colin? I got your signal. What's up?

The man, Victor, pulls up a chair.

He stares down at Colin.

I need your help.

Right.

Right, Victor, this is Special Agent Bill Goodman. Bill, this is Victor

Molotov, Officer Extraordinaire with Russia's SVR and a long-time

professional and personal adversary of mine.

Colin and Victor, what do you need my help with?

Victor takes a seat opposite Colin.

I've been murdered.

Bill arches an eyebrow.

Then locks eyes with Colin.

Reconstructed, shredded documents with photos of New York are on screen.

Title, CIA.

Victor makes a caviar bellini.

Well, I hate to break it to you, Victor, but you seem very much alive to me.

I've been poisoned.

He puts the bellini in his mouth and chews.

Ration.

Doctor confirmed it and told me I have.

It's all about us to live, give or take.

You don't look sick.

He sips coffee and shrugs.

Nausea came last night.

Violent, but it passed.

By the way, are you going to finish that?

Please. He swaps his empty plate for Colin's plate of egg and toast.

Victor holds out an expectant hand.

Colin reluctantly hands him the butter knife.

Dehydration will come next.

Then hypertension.

And then death.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

So what you need my help with funeral arrangements Victor chuckles while

chewing I Need your help finding some men who poisoned me Gregory Allen

miss you in New York City Well, I hope you're not asking for a favor without

something in return, of course not do this for me And I'll help you stop the

operation that got me poisoned Once I will result in the deaths of countless

US assets in Russia

Explain.

My cohorts at the Kremlin, they become savages.

Violence is all they understand.

So what you're saying is the SVR has become even more ruthless than before?

Because last I checked... Yes, yes, I know.

It used to be, if you were a traitor, you were dealt with.

But now, not only will they kill you, they will kill your family, your

friends, your children.

Even those who are merely suspected are executed.

Barbaric.

And that's what's going to happen to our assets in Russia?

Yes.

It'll be a slaughter.

How did you find them? Because we haven't heard any chats about it.

I was charged with obtaining their names.

But I refused because I knew what it would lead to.

You refused and so they poisoned you?

Victor nods.

How are you going to find the names?

He lifts a glass of water, then sighs.

We haven't gone that far.

But Gregor, he will know.

Which is why we must find him first, before he can get to it.

Oh, it's very convenient, don't you think, Victor, that the only person

who's got the answers is the person who poisoned you?

You can believe me or not. I died tonight either way.

The question is how many of your people died with me.

Is that your blood? He points to a blood stain on the inner sleeve of Victor's

jacket.

Come, I'll show you. He stands from the table.

The agents follow him with a reluctant look.

Outside, they stand with Victor as he opens a trunk.

Victor, police!

No, wait!

Hey, how's it going?

Who is that?

Please, do not worry.

I only need information from him. How's that all?

So he knows where this Gregor person is?

No, he knows the location of a man on this Gregor's location.

Oh, sounds simple. Yeah, welcome to Russian espionage.

At least we have a place to start the search.

Now open the...

Don't move.

He is telling the truth about being poisoned. Anyway, I reached out to our

contact at St. Michael.

Victor Molotov was diagnosed with acute ricin poisoning last night. He won't

make it till tomorrow.

And if he's telling the truth about the SVR operation, our assets in Russia are

in grave danger.

If? You think he's lying?

He's a spy, lying second nature. Colin?

Does he have an ulterior motive?

Possibly, or probably even, but he can't very well scratch our back until he

scratches. Hold on. Let me put you on speaker.

What do you got? All right.

Last year, the SVR abducted and killed an MI6 communications officer who had

knowledge of British assets inside of Russia. A couple weeks later, half a

dozen of them wound up dead.

Assets and their families.

So you don't have to trust Victor Molotov. You don't even have to like

him. But you do have to do your jobs.

Copy that.

Gina. Uh, yeah?

What else?

What?

You have made it very clear that you want to work your way out of the analyst

desk and into the field.

Yes, definitely.

So what happens if we lose our assets in Russia?

I mean, we lose sources, and all the time that we spend building trust there,

we lose our people and sympathetic locals.

I mean, we're flying blind, intelligence-wise, which is the same

reason that we can't just...

go in there and take everyone out of the country because the moment we start

exfilling them the russians are looking for patterns and then they find them all

nikki gives her a tight smile that's very good colin and bill both watch

victor what do you think does it matter we have to work with them yeah nikki was

pretty clear follow the intel see if there's a there there you know those

things will kill you funny all right victor

I need something tangible from you. Something that will hurt you. Otherwise,

we're not moving forward.

Your CIA station in Vienna has been compromised.

We were intercepting its cable traffic through a corrupt hardware supplier.

So?

Shall we go spy hunting?

Time to talk, comrade.

Come on.

Hey! Hey!

Get on his legs!

FBI! Stop running!

Why are you making me run?

Huh? Wait!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. You have to listen to me. You have to listen to

me. Whatever you think you know about Victor, it's not true.

Oh, is that right? Yes. Don't believe a word that man says, okay? He's lying.

Hey. Hey. A bit off topic, but Felix Vincent, the international assassin...

Yeah, I know who he is, Gina. I tend to remember the ones who murder

intelligence officers and get away.

Right. Look, I know you and the boys want him found, so I took the initiative

and I pulled his vial, you know, trying to look at some previous hits, maybe see

who's hired him, you know, build a net. But his vial is a wall of black.

That's not surprising.

Can I get the unredacted version?

Yeah, it's unlikely.

Someone somewhere wants this buried deep.

Listen, if I could just get some breadcrumbs and run it against what I

already found. Hey, Gina, some advice.

Felix Vincent is a sinkhole.

Leave it alone. Nikki is in her office.

Understood.

Victor and the agents are in a covered eating area by a boardwalk. Let me be

clear. This is all a setup? Or what?

Kill me. He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

You heard my man. This is where we find Misha.

Oh, your man. The one you stuffed in a trunk?

Better a trunk than a coffin.

Victor sees a man with a topknot, smoking on the phone.

Oh, there he is. There he is.

The guy.

Smoking on the phone.

Misha Botvinnik, SVR logistics man.

Gregor's in the city.

Misha will know where he is.

Well, if this guy's SVR, he's going to know you're radioactive.

There's no way he can see your face.

He's not going to see my face. He'll see yours.

Oh, you want a replay, do you?

Victor grins slyly.

Provocation.

No chance, mate.

You'll see it coming a mile off.

Helsinki 2017?

Helsinki went sideways because your ass had the bladder the size of a sparrow.

Oh, right.

You got a better idea?

What about Colorado 2, Steph?

That could work.

Yeah?

What?

What?

The boardwalk patio is closed.

He looks both ways before jogging to the front door.

He enters the closed bar, where Misha removes stools from tabletops.

Can I help you?

You can.

FBI, Agent Goodman.

Looking for Gregor Lallin.

SVR?

SVR? His band?

Yeah, I heard it's your favorite Russian band.

He sees Misha hastily put his phone in his pocket. I'm American.

From New York.

Go Knicks.

They both grab the same stool forcefully.

Where is he?

You have the wrong bar.

You want a hurricane and a plastic cup?

I got you. Bill pushes him against a wall with his forearm.

Let me give you one more chance.

They both have phones in their pockets.

I don't know any Gregor. The phones are pressed against one another.

They both light up.

Okay.

I'll be back in an hour with the warrant. We'll see if that gets you

talking.

Hello.

The Americans were just here.

They had your name.

Not bad for my first Colorado two-step, huh?

They don't know where I am? No. They're fishing.

Stay where you are. Keep your head down.

Gina told me that was enough.

Spyware scraped the number the second he dialed it.

Gregor's at a nightclub in Brooklyn sending coordinates now.

Copy that.

Colin stands and walks off.

Later,

the three men enter a club full of young women and older men.

Gold foil curtains line the entryway and red mushroom lamps glow at each table.

Victor sees the bearded man from the night before.

That's Gregor.

All right.

Well, we all know what we're doing, yeah?

Yeah. Don't spend it all at once. He hands them each a few bills. This should

be fun.

Bill, retire.

No. Look at the tax man.

Colin calls out to a woman in a red dress.

Hey, hey.

Excuse me, love.

What's your name again?

Topaz.

Topaz?

Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Victor bribes the DJ.

A little birdie tells me it's your birthday today, Topaz. Is that right?

Sure is, baby.

How'd you know?

Oh, I've just got funny feelings like that. Come on, let's celebrate.

Hey, everybody, we've got a birthday girl here. Everyone's to come celebrate.

He pulls her onto the stage and throws bills into the air.

Colin and Victor continue throwing money around.

Rigger and his friends look over from another stage.

They pump their fists in the air and sing along.

Gregor's enthusiasm fades as he sees Victor dancing.

Victor salutes.

He drags Victor away from Topaz.

Gregor follows the agents, with armed men in suits behind him.

As they cross the dance floor, Bill bumps into them.

He lets Gregor through, then elbows his security in the mouth.

A CIA squad awaits Gregor.

Colin jumps in from behind and puts a black bag over his head.

Colin disarms Gregor's men.

He leaves Gregor's security with their hands against the wall.

They shove Gregor into a van, then peel away.

Gregor's security turns back.

The CIA squad has disappeared.

The hood is pulled off Gregor's head.

He's bound to a chair in a bar.

Gregor, what's the operation?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, I think you do, Gregor.

The SVRs opt to obtain a list of our Moscow assets and then kill them.

You tell us the plan, we'll let you live.

Gregor locks eyes with Colin, then swallows.

Colin approaches.

He tightens the straps on Gregor's chair.

Okay.

Good talk.

You're up.

Maybe a drink will remind you.

I made it special for you.

Come on, come on. Drink, drink, drink. Come on.

Don't worry, Gregor.

I can't poison you yet.

That would be good payback for what you did to me.

And chuckles.

Victor seethes.

What?

It wasn't him.

Of course it was.

This rat of a man is loyal to no one. He's got no morals, no code.

You would betray your own mother for two cop ex.

You done?

You're the traitor.

You work for the CIA.

Victor crouches in front of Gregor.

He looks back to Colin.

then slowly stands.

Victor's brow

twitches. He shakes his head.

You were lying, scumbag.

It was his operation.

It was him who came up with the whole thing. You're just a stepping stone in

his career.

Victor grabs his throat.

Shut up.

You bastard.

The agents pry Victor's hand off Gregor's throat.

Victor clutches his stomach and takes ragged breaths.

Protégé.

He called you a clown.

I recruited him.

We relied on each other.

We trusted each other.

He turns away.

crestfallen. Colin crouches in front of Victor. Okay, Victor.

I feel for you.

I really do. I know what it's like to be betrayed more than you will ever know,

okay?

But if we don't get Gregor to talk right now, then a lot of innocent people are

going to die.

So come on.

The SVR collects compromise on everyone.

Enemies close, friends closer.

You must have something on him.

Victor nods reluctantly.

Later, Gina and Teddy enter the repair shop of a violin maker.

An elderly man in a waistcoat approaches them.

May I help you?

Yes, we're here to pick up a viola for my uncle, Vasily Pushkin.

Oh, yes.

Mr. Pushkin dropped it off for repair over a year ago.

Paid in full.

I was beginning to think it was forgotten.

It's a gorgeous piece.

Rich and balanced.

Mario Gatto.

Great. Do you have the claim ticket?

You know what?

I misplaced it, actually.

I'm sorry. I can't release the instrument without a strict policy.

Let me call my uncle, and we'll get this sorted out.

Look, sir, normally I would not be this direct, but we have a bunch of bad

people looking to do some bad stuff, and many lives are at risk.

Whatever's in this case is going to help us stop them.

So we need to take this now.

It's been paid in full, and we'll make sure to give Mr. Pushkin your best.

Sound good?

They take the case and wave goodbye to the terrified man.

Thanks. Sorry.

Back at the bar, Victor withdraws the viola from the case.

You think he's going to lull them into talking?

Well, everyone has their process, Bill.

Well, let's just hope it's not a sonata.

Exquisite sound.

He puts the viola aside.

I was always partial to the cello.

He swallows and looks to Gregor with a wistful smile.

Gregor meets his gaze and nods. Victor opens a compartment in the case,

withdrawing a manila envelope.

He stands with difficulty and staggers back.

He grunts, then moves, unsteady on his feet.

I never understood.

He withdraws a document from the envelope.

How are you able to afford that wedding?

It was your... He looms over Gregor.

Your third wife, your fourth.

He grabs a metal chair and turns it to face Gregor.

Victor turns the document to Gregor.

Listen, I found this.

Gregor reads the document grimly.

Victor drops it in his lap, then takes a seat opposite him.

Seems the SVR made a sizable contribution to the festivities.

Whether they knew about it or not, many things have changed in my time with the

SVR.

But its feelings and embezzlement have most certainly not.

Gringo, you know how your people operate, yeah?

So I suggest the only way that you live and the only way that your family

lives... is if you talk to us.

I don't particularly care about what you stole, but I care very, very much about

our people on the ground in Moscow.

We can protect you, your parents, your daughter.

We can keep them safe.

You just talk to us.

Gregor clenches his eyes shut and a tear rolls down his cheek.

He opens his eyes and looks at Victor.

Victor arches an eyebrow.

Gregor sighs, then speaks.

As a woman.

According to Gregor, SVR has been tracking Sarah Reed, privately

contracted communications officer.

She's not CIA, but she has the names of our assets in Russia.

She's currently on a train from Baltimore to New York and arrives at

Fulton Station in just under two hours.

SVR's plan is to kidnap her amidst the travel chaos.

And then do whatever they can to get the names out of her. If they succeed, she

dies, along with dozens of American assets.

Colin, Bill, you have to get her off the train. Keep her out of harm's way.

And then what? You just leave her locked in a safe house forever?

Until threat levels go down.

You know, she's right. This new regime is hell-bent on taking out our assets,

so they'll just find someone new to swoop up.

Then what would you do?

You got a problem. You have to find a solution.

Teddy, how tall are you?

Five foot eight.

Why? He looks at Sarah's profile.

What if we snag Sarah off the train and put Teddy in her place?

We can lure out the SVR and take down their entire cell.

Unless this is all a ploy.

Victor worked with Gregor to sell us on an op, but it's actually a trap.

At this stage, Bill, I think we have to ask ourselves, is this a risk we're

willing to take?

Nikki turns to Teddy.

You understand the risks?

Absolutely. I'm down.

Reed's train gets in in two hours.

Get Victor, he knows the players. We'll be able to ID him.

Colin and Bill leave.

Let's get you ready.

Hi,

fellas. All good?

Thanks. Victor?

Victor?

Victor? Victor?

and continues through a corridor.

He jogs down a flight of steps and sees an old coal chute flooded with light.

You gotta be kidding me.

Colin! Colin rushes past the gate towards Bill.

Bill looks up the coal chute to the outside, then turns back as Colin

arrives.

Bill glares at Colin, then runs off.

How did he escape?

Looked like he climbed out an old coal chute under the street.

You think Victor had a change of heart? No. No, he wants revenge on this Pasha

character, his protégé.

Probably figured he wasn't going to get it without chaperoning.

Well, let's not forget we still need him.

Especially with Teddy's safety at risk.

Oh, guys got something.

Looks like Victor was caught on facial rag wandering through traffic in

Columbus Circle. Looks like he's headed north toward Lincoln Center.

What does he want in Lincoln Center? Let's go ask.

The agents drive off.

You take that side. Yeah.

Later. They jog across a walkway to the Lincoln Center.

An open patio is filled with metal tables.

Bill and Colin sweep the area.

Colin sees Victor doubled over at a table.

Victor's eyes are sunken.

He checks his watch.

Bill!

Bill! The men converge on Victor.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Easy, sit down, sit down.

What are you doing? Why'd you run?

I'm sorry.

I had to see her.

See who?

Her name is Lyudmila Shushkin.

She was a cellist with the Mariinsky Orchestra, Russia's finest.

I spent three months eavesdropping on her, hoping to learn the names of other

possible defectors.

I never got any names.

Just the sound of a cello.

I fell in love with the music first.

But I knew the rules.

If I stay with Mila, I'll be putting her life in danger.

So you ended things.

Victor nods and his breath catches.

She performs here tonight.

But I have only hours.

I thought maybe I could just listen to her rehearse.

Please.

Listen, Victor, it's a lovely story. It's very romantic, but no.

We have to go. We need your help. We've got one more op to do. Come on.

Come on. You chose this life. You have to live with the consequences, yeah?

And it seems die with them.

He gives Colin a wry look as Colin drags him away.

This is just like Marrakesh in 07.

Later, they're at Fulton Station Security.

How's you?

Of course.

Yeah, let's hope we have the same luck with your SVR comrades.

Pasha's smart. Very smart.

He'll be on high alert after the incident at the club.

Bill, come in.

Go ahead.

Sarah Reed's train just arriving.

Shocking. Right on time.

Bill sits on a bench in the station.

Sarah Reed arrives, pulling her travel bag.

She wears a long-sleeved blouse and a floral patterned scarf.

She arrives at a concession stand.

Hi, can I get a water? Bill approaches her and pulls out his card.

Oh, no, no, Sarah, it's not me.

What?

I owe you. He shows her his ID as he pays.

Take a change.

Act natural. Your life's in danger.

There's an agent waiting for you in the bathroom. Go now.

Sarah stiffens, staring at the ground as Bill departs.

She leaves the stand with her bottle of water and walks off towards the

bathrooms.

Gina sits on a nearby bench, sipping coffee.

Teddy, she's headed your way.

A woman passes Sarah on her way into the bathroom.

Teddy turns to Sarah from the vanity.

Hey. What's going on? I'm Agent Marsh. I know, this is a lot. I'm going to need

your coat and your scarf.

Are you meant to be me?

Listen, we need to move.

Now. Sarah hands Teddy her scarf and a camel-colored coat.

You stay here. I'll have an agent escort you out.

Teddy puts on Sarah's clothing.

Hey, listen, it's going to be okay.

She leaves the bathroom dressed as Sarah.

All right, Teddy's on the move. Can we confirm Sarah Reed is safe and secure?

She's secure.

Victor and Colin watch from station security.

How are they going to do this, do you think?

We'll create some kind of a distraction.

Fire alarm, for example.

As I'm in law enforcement or surveillance is distracted, Pasha will

make his move.

And you taught him everything he knows, did you?

Teddy's entering the main hall now.

Stay alert, everybody. They may run a distraction.

There he

is. There's Pasha.

Zoom in on this screen.

We have a positive ID on Pasha. Green baseball cap, blue jacket.

Got him.

All right, this is it.

What's that?

This is the distraction.

Keep eyes on Teddy and Pasha. Repeat, keep eyes on Teddy and Pasha.

copy got it bill watches teddy while gina surveys pasha teddy turns back as

light explodes in front of her people run in fear as smoke spreads out

what was that secondary distraction bill loses sight of teddy in the chaos

panicked people run through the smoke around him bill and gina fan out

lots of visual on teddy anyone have eyes

We don't have eyes on Teddy.

Does anyone have eyes on Teddy?

Negative.

I don't have Pasha either.

Oh, God.

Oh, come on.

Colin looks at a monitor filming a stairwell. He sees Pasha and an

entourage leading Teddy away.

Bill, Bill, south stairwell. She's with Pasha and two others.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Gina, take the north side. Yeah.

Let's go.

Colin and Victor rush from security.

A man holds Teddy at gunpoint and pushes her out to the street.

Pasha checks that the coast is clear before directing the two men to a white

van. They throw Teddy inside and hold a gun in her face.

Okay, you and I are going to have a little chat.

FBI, watch out!

Bill rushes out to the street.

FBI, cover through!

He pushes through the crowds and sprints down the street.

He glances back at the road behind him.

A black BMW pulls to a stop nearby.

Colin rushes towards it and hurriedly jumps into the back seat.

They speed off in pursuit of the van.

In the van, Teddy is frisked.

One of the men finds a pistol.

Pasha looks at the gun, then locks eyes with Teddy.

Pasha grabs his phone and opens a photo of Sarah.

He compares Teddy to the photo.

It's not her.

That's what I've been trying to tell you. I don't know what you're looking

for. Pasha empties her magazine and stows her gun away.

Who are you?

I'm MTA. Police. I don't know what's going on.

So what now?

Pasha looks to the driver, then lowers his gaze.

Head across the river.

Let's get rid of her body.

The agents pursue in their car.

Victor's eyes are red and puffy.

I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.

You bet.

Here they are. They accelerate towards the van.

What are you thinking?

Hold on, I'm going up this back side.

He rams the van from behind.

The van swerves on the road.

The two vehicles drive beneath a bridge.

Pasha looks at the car in the rearview mirror.

He talks to the driver.

Get rid of them.

Come on.

The vehicle swerves and Teddy is thrown to the side.

She wrestles one of the men, elbowing him in the face.

She knocks her in the stomach. The other man tackles her against the door.

Keep right. On the right, I said.

The driver swerves towards the agent's car.

They veer into an oncoming lane.

In the back of the van, Teddy stands and tackles her assailant.

Come on, let's go.

Quickly, quickly.

Colin swerves back and forth through oncoming traffic.

What are you doing? They drive parallel to the van. In the van, Teddy clubs the

man in the face. As Pasha turns from the front seat, she elbows him in the jaw.

She chokes the driver with her zip-tied hands.

Don't let him make this turn.

Cut him off. Yeah, I'm going to, Bill.

He's not stopping. The van drives through a chain-link gate towards a

gravel-covered construction lot.

Teddy continues to choke the driver.

She falls back, and the van drives directly into a large mound of gravel,

slowing it to a stop.

The agents pull up behind them.

Pasha, let me see your hands!

Drop the weapon!

Pasha drops to his knees on the gravel.

Teddy steps out of the van, holding a pistol.

Teddy, you good? Yeah, I'm good.

Let me see your hand.

I got you, Teddy.

Put me on your back. Colin and Teddy subdue the men in the van.

Lay down.

Bill cuffs Pasha from behind.

You good?

Yeah.

Here, let's cut these. A haggard Victor steps out of the car.

Bill pushes Pasha onto a pile of gravel.

Victor staggers towards Pasha with a menacing glare.

Bill withdraws his phone.

Victor takes his gun and points it at Pasha.

Victor, don't do it. Victor, Victor. Drop it.

Victor, don't.

I thought I taught you better than this. He seethes with rage.

Pasha looks away dismissively.

You taught me nothing.

Victor nods sadly.

It appears so.

His arm trembles as he holds his gun fixed on Pasha.

Victor lowers his arm and sways on his feet.

He hands Victor's gun to Bill and

leads Victor back to the car.

Bill retrieves his phone and makes a call.

FBI agent Bill Goodman need hand bow and a backup. The Vernon and Queensborough

plaza south.

Back at headquarters, Nikki climbs the stairs to her office.

The senator waits for her.

Your Russians are on a plane.

Wheels up within the hour.

Courtesy of state.

So I hear.

I had a frank conversation with the ambassador.

The line was crossed.

I made it very clear what happens if it's crossed again.

You ran a clean up today.

I'll give you that.

Thank you.

But you didn't take the shuttle all the way up from D.C. to tell me that.

No, I didn't.

You're heating up your search to fill the empty chief of station job.

Politically speaking, you have to interview a sitting deputy, but I'll

make it easy for you, Stan.

They both said.

When I told D.C.I. I didn't want the job, I meant it.

Endless bureaucratic meetings, kissing up to politicians at best.

I really like doing real spy work.

Well, that's good to know.

But that's not why I'm here.

Her smile fades.

How much do you know about Felix Vincent?

Nikki quirks her head and chuckles.

Colin holds Victor upright.

All right. They enter the Lincoln Center.

There she is.

A brunette woman in a blue floor-length gown takes the stage carrying a cello.

Stay.

Right here.

Colin eases Victor into a seat.

Victor's face is pallid. His eyes are sunken.

The cellist begins.

You're right, she is beautiful.

And when this is finished, I'll take you up to the stage so you can say goodbye

properly. No.

I broke her heart once.

I'm not going to do it again.

He watches wistfully as she presses her bow to the strings.

Victor watches blissfully with a glassy gaze.

Colin leans in to Victor.

Do you ever regret the decision you made about this life?

Victor. Victor is unmoving.

His eyes are fixed on the stage.

Tears well in Colin's eyes, and he turns back to the performance.

Victor continues to watch, heavy lidded.

Bill is at the office.

He checks his watch and fills out paperwork.

He reads a document from an open folder.

It's a list of Victor's transactions.

Bill looks away with a heavy sigh and shuts the folder.

Colin is in his investigation room.

His face pours over the murder board.

Colin puts a trash can on his desk.

Later, he removes items from the murder board, tossing them into a burning trash

can behind him.

Colin's eyes are dewy as he picks out the pushpins, tossing the documents into

the trash.

Time passes.

The flames rise higher as the murder board empties.

Colin grabs a cluster of photos in his hand.

and tosses them into the flames one by one.

A lone photo remains on the board.

It's a photo of Tony.

He removes the pin from the photo, then holds it over the flaming can.

He stares deeply at the photo of Tony, then swallows and crosses the room to a

nearby shelf.

Colin takes a locked case from the shelf and puts it on the desk.

He opens it and puts the photo of Tony inside, atop a passport and next to a

stack of money.

Colin closes the case and shakes his head.

Bill is on the couch with Katie.

This is really nice.

I got that salmon to make for dinner, but I don't really want to get up.

You want to just order in?

She strokes his head tenderly.

Bill stares back, emotional.

Sweetie.

What's wrong?

Bill's eyes are misty.

The other day I found out my dad worked for the CIA.

Katie recoils with surprise.

What do you mean? That's crazy.

Yeah, it's quite a shock.

She sits up in her chair and leans in.

How did you find out?

How do you know?

Bill takes Katie's hand in his.

Well? He gives her a solemn look.

I guess so do I.

Katie's mouth hangs open.

Executive Producer Dick Wolf

End credits.

The preceding story was fictional. No actual person, event, or entity was

depicted.

Unit Production Manager, Paul Kabad. First Assistant Director, Adam

Weisinger. Key Hairstylist, Wendy Evans.

Location Manager, Mark Lake.

Additional Music, John Marston.

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