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[indistinct radio chatter]

- I can't do it anymore. I'm...

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 o-- of service.

- To 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.

- Does he know...

that I'm coming back?

- Colin?

No, not yet.

[tense music]

I'll be in touch.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[dishes clattering]

[speaking Russian]

[speaking Russian]

- [speaking Russian]

- [speaking Russian]

- [laughs]

[dramatic piano music]

♪ ♪

- [groaning]

♪ ♪

[gags, winces]

[retching]

♪ ♪

[groaning]

♪ ♪

- 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 blinis with caviar and crème fraiche?

- There's a reason we're here.

- There's a reason for everything, Bill.

- A nice quiet place, away from prying eyes.

You want to talk about Toni?

- Okay.

Believe me when I say this.

The last thing I want to talk about is Toni.

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, uh, 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.

- Just, 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 1,001 reasons why people lie.

It doesn't always have to be bad.

I mean, look, I hate to labor the point,

but have you told Katie about us,

me, what you do now?

No, didn't think so.

Oh, here we go.

[tense music]

- What's going on?

- We're about to find out.

Viktor. - Colin.

- I got your signal. What's up?

- [breathes deeply]

I need your help.

- [chuckles]

Right.

Right. Viktor, this is Special Agent Bill Goodman.

Bill, this is Viktor Molotov--

officer extraordinaire with Russia's SVR

and a long-time professional and personal adversary of mine.

Come on, then, Viktor,

what do you need my help with?

- I've been murdered.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Well, I hate to break it to you, Viktor,

but you seem very much alive to me.

- I've been poisoned.

Ricin.

Doctor confirmed it and told me I have...

12 hours to live, give or take.

- You don't look sick.

- Nausea came last night...

violent, but it passed.

By the way, are you going to finish that?

- Please.

- [sighs] Mm-hmm.

Dehydration will come next,

then hypertension, and then death.

- And there's nothing you can do about it.

So what do you need my help with--funeral arrangements?

- [chuckles]

I need your help finding the man who poisoned me--

Gregor Lyalin.

He's here 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--

one that will result in the deaths

of countless U.S. assets in Russia.

- Explain.

[tense music]

- My cohorts at the Kremlin...

they've 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 gonna happen to our assets in Russia?

- Yes.

It'll be a slaughter.

- How did you find them?

'Cause we haven't heard any chatter 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?

- How were you gonna find the names?

[tense music]

- [sighs] We haven't got 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, Viktor,

that the only person who's got the answers

is the person who poisoned you?

- You can believe me or not. I die tonight either way.

The question is, how many of your people die with me?

- Is that your blood?

♪ ♪

- Come, I'll show you.

♪ ♪

- [muffled struggling]

Viktor, please! No! Wait!

- What the hell's going on? - [muffled] Viktor!

- Who is that?

- Please, do not worry.

I only need information from him.

- Oh, is that all? - [muffled shouting]

- What, so he knows where this Gregor person is?

- No, he knows the location of a man

who knows Gregor's location. - Oh, sounds simple.

- Yeah, welcome to Russian espionage.

- At least we have a place to start the search, no?

- [muffled] Open the--Viktor! [banging on trunk]

- Don't move.

- He is telling the truth--

about being poisoned, anyway.

I reached out to our contact at St. Michael's.

Viktor 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's second nature.

- Colin?

- Does he have an ulterior motive?

Possibly-- or probably even, but...

he can't very well scratch our back until we scratch his.

- 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 Viktor Molotov.

You don't even have to like him,

but you do have to do your jobs.

- Copy that. [cell phone beeps]

- 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 spent 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.

- That's very good.

- What do you think? - Does it matter?

We have to work with him. - 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, Viktor, I need something tangible from you,

something that will hurt you.

Otherwise, we're not moving forward.

- Your CIA station in Vienna's been compromised.

We have an intercept on its cable traffic

through a corrupt hardware supplier.

So?

Shall we go spy hunting?

Time to talk, comrade.

Come on. - [grunts]

- Hey, hey!

You didn't tie his legs?

- FBI! Stop running!

[dynamic music]

♪ ♪

[grunting]

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. - Oh, yeah?

- Whatever you think you know about Viktor,

it's not true. - Oh, is that right?

- Yes, don't believe a word that man says, okay?

He's lying to you.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Uh, bit off topic, but Felix Vincente,

the international assassin-- - Yeah, I know who he is, Gina.

I tend to remember the ones who murder intelligence officers

and get away. - Right.

Um, look, I know you and the boys want him found.

So I took the initiative, and I pulled his file,

you know, trying to look at some previous hits,

maybe see who's hired him-- you know, build a net.

But his file is a wall of black.

- That's not surprising.

- Can I get the unredacted version?

- It's unlikely.

Someone, somewhere wants this buried deep.

- Listen, if I could just get some breadcrumbs

and run it against what I found--

- Hey, Gina, some advice--

Felix Vincente's a sinkhole.

Leave it alone.

- Understood.

[seagulls crying]

- Let me be clear. If this is all a setup--

- You'll what--kill me?

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.

Oh, there he is. There he is.

Big guy, smoking, on the phone--

Misha Botvinnik, SVR logistics man.

If Gregor's in the city, Misha will know where he is.

- Well, if this guy's SVR, he's gonna 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 to run a play, do you?

- Provokatsiya.

- No chance, mate.

He'll see it coming a mile off.

Helsinki, 2017?

- Helsinki went sideways

because your asset had a bladder

the size of a sparrow. - Oh, right.

- You got a better idea?

- What about a Colorado Two Step?

[dramatic music]

- That could work.

- Yeah?

♪ ♪

- What? [both chuckling]

- What?

♪ ♪

- Can I help you?

- You can.

FBI, Agent Goodman.

I'm looking for Gregor Lyalin.

SVR.

- SVR? Is band?

- [chuckles] Yeah, I heard it's your favorite Russian band.

- I'm American, from New York.

Go, Knicks!

- Hmm.

♪ ♪

Come on, where is he?

- You have the wrong bar.

You want a Hurricane in a plastic cup, I got you.

[grunting]

- I'm gonna give you one more chance.

- I don't know any Gregor. [cell phone vibrating]

♪ ♪

- Okay.

I'll be back in an hour with a warrant.

We'll see if that gets you talking.

♪ ♪

[seagulls crying]

[line trilling]

- [speaking Russian]

- Not bad for my first Colorado Two Step, huh?

- Shh.

[line beeps]

- Gina, tell 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.

[line beeps]

Come on.

[upbeat dance music playing]

♪ ♪

- That's Gregor. - All right.

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

- Yeah. - Don't spend it all at once.

This should be fun.

- Bill, your tie--

no, you look like a tax man.

- Hey, hey. Excuse me, love.

Uh, what's your name, again? - Topaz.

- Topaz? - Mm-hmm.

- Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

- [speaks Russian]

- 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 got a birthday girl here!

Who wants to come celebrate?

[cheering]

Come on!

Whoo!

Come on!

[person shouting in Russian]

♪ ♪

- Yeah!

[all singing "Happy Birthday" in Russian]

♪ ♪

- Viktor?

Still alive?

- We got to go. We got to go now. Let's go.

- Live every day like it is your birthday, kukolka.

- Let's go, Romeo! Let's go!

Come on! - [breathing heavily]

[crowd cheering]

- Hey! - So sorry.

Sorry, sorry. My bad, my bad. Here, right this way.

[grunts]

- Let's go, let's go.

Get in the car. Go.

Ladies. - You have fun in there?

- Oh, yeah, of the purely professional kind.

- You got some glitter left on your cheek.

- Hands! Hands!

Put your hands up and put that gun down.

Put that gun down! - Hands on the wall!

- Back up! - Now! Move it!

- You know who I am? - I will shoot!

- Yeah, what, you're gonna shoot me? Why?

- Now, move it. - Hey, hey.

- Let's go.

- You will hear from my consulate.

- Keep facing the wall.

Don't move.

[engines turning over, car doors closing]

[tires squealing]

- Gregor, what's the operation?

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

- Oh, I think you do, Gregor.

The SVR's op to obtain a list of our Moscow assets

and then kill them.

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

Okay.

Viktor...

you're up.

[grunts]

- Maybe a drink will remind you.

I made it special for you.

- [groans]

[shouting in Russian]

[breathing heavily]

Don't worry, Gregor. I can't poison you yet.

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

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.

[shouting in Russian]

- Are you done?

[speaking Russian]

You work for the CIA.

- You see?

- Oh, no, Viktor, he wants to kill you--I'll give you that.

But it wasn't him.

Was it, Gregor?

- In Russia, we don't send enemies.

We send friends.

It was Pasha who killed you.

[tense music]

[both speaking Russian]

[grunting]

- Viktor, Viktor! Hey!

- All right, easy! - Hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- All right, what's going on? Who's Pasha?

♪ ♪

- My protégé in the SVR.

- [speaking Russian]

- I recruited him.

We relied on each other.

We trusted each other.

♪ ♪

- Okay. Viktor...

look, 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 gonna die.

So come on.

The SVR collects kompromat on everyone.

Enemies close, friends closer.

You must have something on him.

♪ ♪

[bells jingle]

- May I help you?

- Yes, um, we're here to pick up a viola

for my uncle, Vasily Pushkin?

- Oh, yes.

[chuckling]

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 Gadda.

- Great.

- Um, do you have the claim ticket?

- You know what? I, um-- I misplaced it, actually.

- I'm sorry.

I can't release the instrument without it.

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 gonna 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? [door opens]

- Thanks. Sorry.

[bells jingle, door closes]

- You think he's gonna lull him into talking?

- Well, everyone has their process, Bill.

- Yeah, well, let's just hope it's not a sonata.

- Exquisite sound.

Though I was always partial to the cello.

[groaning]

I never understood...

How you were you able to afford that wedding...

with your, uh...

third wife, your fourth?

But then I found this.

♪ ♪

It 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 on embezzlement

have most certainly not.

- Gregor...

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...

if you just talk to us.

♪ ♪

- There's a woman.

- According to Gregor,

SVR has been tracking Sarah Reed--

a privately contracted communications officer.

Now, 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, uh,

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?

We just leave her locked in a safe house forever?

- Until threat levels go down.

- No, 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?

- 5'8".

Why?

- 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.

And Viktor 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?

- You understand the risks?

- Absolutely.

I'm down.

- Reed's train gets in in two hours.

Get Viktor. He knows the players.

He'll be able to ID 'em.

Let's get you ready.

♪ ♪

- All right, fellas. All good?

[door closes]

- Thanks.

- Viktor?

Viktor?

Viktor?

♪ ♪

- [scoffs] You got to be kidding me.

Colin!

♪ ♪

- How did he escape?

- Looked like he climbed out of an old coal chute

onto the street.

You think Viktor had a change of heart?

- No, no. He wants revenge on this Pasha character,

his protégé.

Probably figured he wasn't gonna get it

with us chaperoning.

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

- Especially with Teddy's safety at risk.

- Oh, guys, got something.

Looks like Viktor was caught on facial rec

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.

- You take that side. - Yeah.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [groans]

- Bill!

Bill!

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

- [groans] - What are you doing?

Why'd you run? - I'm sorry.

I had to see her.

- See who?

- [sighs]

Her name is Lyudmila Shukshin.

She was a cellist in 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 her cello.

[solemn music]

I fell in love...

with the music first.

♪ ♪

But I knew the rules.

If I stayed with Lyudmila...

I'd be putting her life in danger.

- So you ended things.

- She performs here tonight.

But I have only hours.

I-I-I thought maybe

I could just listen to her rehearse.

Please.

- [sighs] Listen, Viktor, it's a lovely story.

It's very romantic, but, no. - Oh.

- We have to go. We need your help.

We got one more op to do. Come on.

Come on! You chose this life.

You have live with the consequences, yeah?

- And it seems die with them.

♪ ♪

- This is just like Marrakesh in '07.

- That was you?

Of course.

- Now, 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.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Hi. Can I get a water?

- Oh, no, no, Sarah, it's on me.

- What?

- I owe you.

Keep the change.

Act natural. Your life's in danger.

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

Go now.

♪ ♪

- Teddy, she's headed your way.

[hand dryer whirs, stops]

- Hey. - What's going on?

- I'm Agent Marsh. I know, this is a lot.

I'm gonna need your coat and your scarf.

- Are you meant to be me? [lock clicks]

- Listen, we need to move, now.

You stay here.

I'll have an agent escort you out.

Hey, listen, it's gonna be okay.

- All right, Teddy's on the move.

Can we confirm Sarah Reed is safe and secure?

- She's secure.

♪ ♪

- How are they gonna do this, do you think?

- He'll create some kind of a distraction...

Fire alarm, for example.

Then when 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.

[person speaking indistinctly over PA]

♪ ♪

- There he is. There's Pasha.

- Where, where, where?

Zoom in on this screen.

We have a positive ID on Pasha--

green baseball cap, blue jacket.

- Got him.

- All right, this is it.

♪ ♪

[alarm blaring]

- What's that? - This is the distraction.

Keep eyes on Teddy and Pasha.

Repeat--keep eyes on Teddy and Pasha.

- Copy. Got her.

[blaring continues]

- Please remain calm

and follow all instructions from station personnel.

[people scream, alarm ringing]

- Whoa. What was that?

- Secondary distraction.

[screaming and ringing continue]

[indistinct PA announcement]

♪ ♪

- I've lost 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.

[indistinct radio chatter]

♪ ♪

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.

♪ ♪

- Okay.

[indistinct shouting]

No, no!

- Okay.

You and I are gonna have a little chat.

- FBI, watch out.

[alarm ringing, people clamoring]

FBI, coming through!

[tires squealing]

Gray Sprinter van heading east on Broadway.

Colin, south entrance.

[sirens wailing]

Come on!

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Go! Take a right!

♪ ♪

- Okay, all right.

- Pasha. - Yeah?

♪ ♪

- It's not her.

- That's what I've been trying to tell you.

I don't know who you're looking for.

[gun clatters]

- Who are you? - I'm MTA police.

I don't know what's going on.

- So what now?

- [speaking Russian]

- I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.

- [speaking Russian]

- There they are. - Where?

- What are you thinking?

- All right, hold on. I'm going up his backside.

♪ ♪

- [speaking Russian]

[grunting]

[engine revving]

- Brace yourselves. I'm gonna take him out.

- [speaking Russian]

[grunting]

[horn blares]

- Watch it! - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- [speaking Russian]

- Come on.

[grunting]

- Don't let him make this turn. - Yeah.

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

He's not stopping.

♪ ♪

- Whoa!

♪ ♪

- [groans]

- Pasha, let me see your hands.

Drop the weapon!

Teddy, you good?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- Let me see your hands. - I got you, Teddy.

- Put 'em behind your back.

- Stay down.

- You good? - Yeah.

- Here, let's cut these.

[dramatic music]

- Sit down.

♪ ♪

Yeah, requesting backup. FBI Agent Goodm--

Viktor, don't do it. - Viktor!

Viktor. - Drop it.

- Viktor, don't. Hey, hey.

- [speaking Russian]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Russian]

- Okay. You're okay. You're okay, buddy.

Well played, yeah?

Well played.

Come on.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

[distant siren wailing]

- FBI Agent Bill Goodman-- I need ambo and a backup

to Vernon and Queensboro Plaza South.

♪ ♪

- 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.

A line was crossed.

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

You ran a clean op 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.

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

Endless bureaucratic meetings, kissing up to politicians--

I'll pass. - Hmm.

- Yeah, I really like doing real spy work.

- Well, that's good to know.

But that's not why I'm here.

How much do you know about

Felix Vincente?

- [chuckles]

[Viktor groans]

- All right.

[applause] - There she is.

- Let's go.

- [groans]

- Come on. Easy. Right here.

- Perfect.

[grunts]

[cello music playing]

- 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.

- [speaks Russian]

I broke her heart once.

I'm not going to do it again.

♪ ♪

- Do you ever regret your decision you made

about this life?

Viktor?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[latch clicks]

♪ ♪

- Mm, this is really nice.

I got that salmon to make for dinner,

but I don't really want to get up.

[giggles]

You want to just order in?

Sweetie?

What's wrong?

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

- [scoffs]

What do you mean?

That's--that's crazy.

- Yeah, it was quite a shock.

[somber music]

- How'd you find out?

How do you know?

- Well...

[dramatic music]

Because so do I.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]