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Come with me today.

I wish I could.

There are 40 bands lined up. Hmm?

Including...

Gorger...

Metal, EDM, rock, dancing, revelry,

- and me.
- Hmm.

All day long.

It's all tempting,

but I'm new, and I have
a lot of work to do.

There's more to life than work.

Yeah, said no FBI agent ever.

Okay, well, if we can't
have the day together,

at least...

We can have the morning.

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah.

_

You sure I can't get you
in there with me?

Mm-mm.

Yeah, go ahead, Vo.

I'll let the Bureau know
you're quitting.

- Oh, no chance.
- How's it going, man?

Hey.

- Well, have fun with Gorges.
- Gorger.

- I'll call you tonight.
- Festival will still be going.

Well, then, maybe I'll see you there.

- How's that going?
- It's great, actually.

He's fun.

He wants to take me
to Vienna for Christmastime,

says it's magical.

Uh-oh, getting serious.

Could be. He's studying
to be a music tech.

Oh, God.

- You hurt?
- I don't think so.

- You?
- Just my ears.

You smell that? Like hair dye.

Ammonium nitrate.

Lukacs?

Hey, we need some help over here.

Lukacs!

Lukacs!

We need the paramedics down here now.

- Lukacs!
- Vo.

- Lukacs.
- Over here.

Lukacs, you're alive.

Okay, all right. Oh, my God.

Okay, sit down. Come on.

- I'm fine.
- No, you're not.

You've got shrapnel in your leg.

- I'm fine.
- Don't move.

Okay.

Hey, hold this right here.

What happened?

We need some help.

All right, can you hold it
right there for me?

- Yeah.
- Hey, you're gonna be okay.

Stay here until help arrives.

Hey.

I think we should get

HNP on the phone and coordinate with...

No, first thing we're gonna do

is get cleaned up.

There's a change of clothes in here.

Shower's behind the supply closet.

I'll go after you.

I'll be ready to work.

I know you will.

Okay, we're walking into

the Hungarian police headquarters now.

We'll meet up with you and Vo
back at the off-site

as soon as we get up to speed. Captain.

Scott, I'll be liaising

on behalf of the chief
of police with you.

Captain Farkas was trained
out of Quantico

and the national academy
a few years ago.

Graduated top of his class.

And I've been using
everything you taught me.

What do we know?

The festival was
a counter-cultural event.

Could be a target
for far-right extremists.

Europe has been a hotbed
of activity lately.

Attacks have been picking up,
and we are seeing all shades,

neo-Nazis, anti-Islamists,
anti-feminists.

- Anyone taking credit yet?
- Nothing on the wires.

We might be looking at a lone wolf.

Do we have any intel of why

the bombs were placed where they were?

HNP's initial investigation
has already confirmed

a dozen fatalities clustered
in these two locations.

Visitors from multiple
countries across Europe

as well as five U.S. citizens
who were running the event.

Apparently, an American
private equity company

owns the festival.

And both locations were VIP sections.

- Remote detonation?
- Yeah, from a cell phone...

we think.

VIP section tickets
were over 1,000 euro.

And most of those would've gone

- to corporate clients, correct?
- Yeah, likely.

And that's where your five Americans

were sitting when they died,

but besides that,
we have very little to go on,

so, frankly, we could use
all the help we could get.

Washington already confirmed

you have our air and medical support.

And I'll look with my contacts
in MI6, German BND.

The national intelligence
community is behind you.

Absolutely, we'll help anyway we can.

Budapest is our home.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You guys okay?

We're good, really.

Listen, if you need time to regroup...

We want to find who did it.

Okay.

Here's what we know so far.

Let's start with Bartalan Agostan.

This guy was the American dream.

Born to Hungarian parents
in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania,

he founded Trumantis Capital,

the company that sponsored the festival,

and grew it into a major player
in international finance.

He died in the bombing.

On his company's website,
he says he wanted to bring

the opportunity he'd found in
America back to his motherland.

Ah, yeah.

Like I thought,

HNP soil sample confirms

meaningful ammonium nitrate
saturation at the park.

It was definitely an ANFO bomb.

- One of the simplest to make.
- Not so simple

to get your hands
on those materials, though.

Fuel oil is easy enough,

but sales of ammonium nitrate

are highly regulated in Europe.

So, if the ammonium nitrate
wasn't purchased,

it had to originate at the source.

A manufacturing facility,
most likely something local.

- Yes, follow that thread.
- Hey, Vo, check

for any petrochemical
manufacturers in Hungary.

Pull up a photo of the park
after the bomb.

What do you think,
300 square meters of damage?

It would take 100 kilos
of ammonium nitrate to do it.

Got some info. So there are half a dozen

petrochemical manufacturers in Hungary,

but only one in Budapest,

- Buda PetroChemical.
- Bingo.

Tank.

Hey,

you okay, boy?

Maybe it's all the noise?

My old dog would be under
the bed on the 4th of July.

Yeah, maybe.

_

Excuse me.

Can I help you with something?

FBI, we'd like to take
a look at your facility.

Last time I checked, this isn't Boise.

You have no authority here.

I find it hard to believe

you haven't heard about
the bombing in Nepsziget.

Caused by the same chemical
that you manufacture.

Where five Americans,
seven Hungarians are dead.

Okay.

- Let's start over.
- Let's.

I'm Bill Davies, branch manager.

Of course I've heard about the bombing,

which is truly, truly terrible,
but I know nothing about it.

I'm new to Budapest.

Touched down three weeks ago.

Break down your operation for us.

Everything made in house?

We source our inputs,

but yes, the ammonium nitrate
is all made here.

It's a single-product factory.

Hard to store ammonium nitrate
with anything else.

On account of its tendency to explode.

That's right. Perhaps the only thing

more fragile is
our client relationships.

The company's losing business?

There've been some complaints,

mostly order inconsistencies.

We need the names of your top customers.

Oh, I don't know them
off the top of my head.

Have you had much experience

with the Hungarian police yet, Bill?

- No, I haven't.
- Then trust me,

you'd rather deal with us.

I'm automating the entire facility.

Soon, we'll be able to scale up

and handle accounts around the world.

- Sounds ambitious.
- There you go.

Full cooperation on my end.

Noted.

We'll be in contact
if we need anything else.

Good.

All right, top buyer, per this list

is a munitions factory called BVS 1000,

run by a man named Andor Sima.

These guys would've had a steady stream

of ammonium nitrate coming in.

The factory's on the border of Ukraine,

three hours from Budapest.

Okay, well, let's start closer to home,

and we'll work our way out.

All right, the second buyer's
an antibiotics company,

but the report says that
they haven't received shipment

for the last three months.

Okay, well unless they were
stockpiling before that,

they wouldn't have enough
material to make a bomb.

All right, the third buyer
is a company called Gazda,

- run by one Victoria Bern.
- I know that name.

She's on every 30 under 30 list
in the financial press.

Fairly prominent in
the European startup scene.

Wow, okay. Looks like Trumantis Capital

invested in her company

till they pulled
their funding last year.

She sued the owner and lost.

And now he's dead.

Her company's on the verge
of bankruptcy.

This is HNP's list
of everybody who bought

VIP tickets to the festival
this morning.

Victoria Bern is on it.

But she isn't on the victims list.

Okay, let me get this straight.

So this woman has a reason
for a grudge against Trumantis,

she is at the site of the bombing,

and yet she walks away
without a scratch?

I think I'd like to ask her about that.

Yeah, me too.

- My assistant told me
- _

law enforcement was
here to speak with me.

- I wasn't expecting Americans.
- Well, we're just following up

with people who were at the festival.

I left 30 minutes before
the bombs went off.

- I can't believe it.
- So you were there.

I was,

briefly, just to say hello
to some partners,

but then I had a financial meeting.

From what I read,

you built this company
from the ground up.

There was a lot of help along the way.

Like investors who believed in you.

I took foreign capital
that helped Gazda grow

so I could serve my countrymen.

- Not the most popular decision.
- In what sense?

There are those who believe
Hungary should be more...

self-reliant.

They believe me as a,
what you call it, a sellout

for taking American money,
but I took it for my country.

Gazda supplies fresh produce
at affordable prices

to the masses. That's our mission.

Bartalan Agostan
wanted to serve Hungary.

Same as you.

It's why Trumantis invested in us.

Bart and I were more than
business partners.

He was like a father to me. I...

- I can't believe he's gone.
- I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I'd imagine Trumantis pulling
out of your company hurt

all the more since
you and Bartalan were close.

This is a contract
with our newest investor.

It took us all of two months to
fill the hole Trumantis left.

Well, that's a stroke of good luck.

No, it's good business.
I don't believe in luck.

Says the woman who left

30 minutes before a bomb went off.

You're a big buyer
of ammonium nitrate, correct?

We use it to make fertilizer.

Your purchases from Buda PetroChemical

increased 40% in the last few months.

Any reason for that?

I'm starting to feel
like a suspect here.

Oh, we're just following up
on every possibility.

Look, we're stocking up on
material for a new greenhouse.

We're in the process of finding
a new supplier as well.

Yeah, the manager at Buda PetroChemical

- mentioned customer complaints.
- Complaints?

They've been skimming off the top.

- The orders are always short.
- By how much?

Ten kilos or so every delivery.

It's not much, but I don't
like being swindled.

I can prove it.

Here, here, here and here.

Each time, ammonium nitrate.

- Can we take this?
- Absolutely.

Thank you for your time.

Davies at Buda PetroChemical
said the order anomalies

he mentioned are all
delivery discrepancies.

The weight for every order before pickup

is a precise process
with multiple cross-checks.

So someone's shorting Gazda
between pickup and drop-off.

Get me the name and address
of whoever delivers

from Buda PetroChemical
to a company called Gazda.

Ten kilos every week across six months.

That's over 200 kilos
of missing ammonium nitrate.

That's enough for two more bombs.

Yeah, good. No.

That sounds exactly like
what you should be doing.

I mean, if they want you
to stay for observation,

then stay for observation.

Yeah, okay.

Okay, I will try to. You, too.

Coffee guy?

Yeah, 34 stitches in his thigh,

three fractured places in his arm.

Yikes.

You want to run over to the hospital?

Yeah, I mean,
I will when I get the chance.

Who's that?

Elek Simko, delivery man
for Buda PetroChemical.

Forrester and Kellett think
he's skimming ammonium nitrate.

They're rolling on him now.

Number 14.

No trip wires. Door's clear.

- Clear.
- Clear.

Found something.

Looks like trace ammonium nitrate.

I have something, too.

This has gotta be our man.

Go take it to forensics.

If there's anything worth
flagging, we will have it.

Put out a notice on Elek Simko.

This man is still out there

with enough material
to make two more bombs.

I want eyes on this apartment building

and Buda PetroChemical 24/7.

Run full bomb sweeps of both places.

Any CCTV footage nearby, get it.

- Every last resource.
- Agreed.

Okay...

Hey,

how you feeling?

Long way from this morning.

Yeah.

There was a girl in front of me.

She was tall like you.

I recognized her from the shop.

She was standing 20 feet away,

and she just...

- disappeared.
- Oh, gosh.

- I saw her look at me.
- Hey, you are alive,

and that's all you need
to concentrate on right now.

Who would do this?

A coward.

I don't know who yet, why, or how,

but I promise you, we will turn over

every rock until we find them.

Okay, I will find them.

Do you have anyone
coming to stay with you?

My brother.

That's good.

- You're leaving?
- I have to.

Stay.

Just until Andor gets here.

- An hour at most.
- I can't.

I mean, this investigation
is moving way too fast,

but I'll call you as soon as I can.

HNP sent over CCTV footage.

It's your delivery man, Elek Simko.

Boom.

I've been putting together
a profile on him.

Buda PetroChemical
gave him notice in June.

He posted on his social media

that he gave 20 years
of his life to the company.

In return, they said
he had six months to pack up.

When the calendar rolls over,
he can collect his last check,

turn in his key card, and goodbye.

There's our motive.

The reason he's being laid off:

Trumantis Capital,
sponsors of the music festival,

acquired Buda PetroChemical

around the same time he was canned.

And there's our connection.

It's all about economies of scale

for these private equity companies,

so they bought out Buda PetroChemical,

fired the workers,

and were planning on automating
the entire operation.

So Elek was being replaced by a robot.

Even worse, he's had to train
the robot who's replacing him.

Meanwhile, his wife filed for
divorce a couple of months ago

and he lost custody of his kids.

Trumantis took everything from him.

In his eyes, yeah.

So where is he now?

This is not a man of means.
There is no second home.

Maybe not his second home.
Where's the ex-wife?

I'll put in a call to HNP,

see if they have a record of her.

I'll look through the footage
in the meantime.

Captain Farkas wanted you to have this

as soon as forensics was done with it.

I can help with the ex-wife.

Raines, you got an address?

Yeah, I'm texting it to you now.

Let's go.

I have a personal conflict
with this case.

How personal?

The guy I've been seeing
was in the bombing.

Is he all right?

I mean, his leg and his arm
is messed up,

- but it's not critical.
- Okay, good.

I just want you to know that
my mind is here and not there.

Also good.

How do you do it?

What?

Manage a relationship and the job.

Before Jamie,

I didn't date anyone
longer than six months.

That half-year mark would roll around,

I'd be out the door like a...

I don't know, like an alarm
bell ringing in my head.

Just poof.

When you work for the FBI,

there is nothing in the world
that compares to the job.

It's like you have one
foot in and one foot out

before the check comes
on that first date.

You know, you'll be with her,

or him, in your case,

and you'll be thinking about the job.

You'll be thinking about the case,

the next interview.

And there's a distance,
you know, that just...

That's just too wide to cross.

At least it was for me.

You're welcome.

I don't know why you want
to talk to me about Elek.

Kave is his only bad habit.

He used to drink six cups a day.

Elek is a good man,

a good husband, and a good father.

If that's the case, then
why did you leave him?

- How long were you married?
- 16 years.

So you wake up one day

and just realize it's not working out?

What changed?

It was me. I changed.

These people?

They have families, like you,

and your husband killed them.

Where is he?

Look, if you don't tell us,
he's going to hurt more people.

When he was given notice at his job,

he was, of course,
worried about our future.

Money's always an issue.

But we still had each other,
and I thought he would be okay.

But then he went looking for jobs,

and it was a different world
than 20 years ago.

So I told him, I could
get a job, and I did,

but the money wasn't enough.

So I said we would find a smaller flat.

That's when he changed.

- Changed how?
- Angry, always angry.

He began to go out at all hours,

would never tell me where he was.

So I followed him, and I found

that he was going
to protests and meetings.

Like this?

Hungary for Hungarians.

This was a brand-new building,

barely finished construction last month.

Luckily, most of the workers
are still off-site,

- which stemmed fatalities.
- Whose building is this?

It's owned by a British
conglomerate named Quarry.

- Another corporate target.
- Ooh, hold on.

It's the company that's
automating Buda PetroChemical.

He's targeting everyone

responsible for his circumstances.

And he still has enough material

for at least one more bomb.

I want to know exactly
what had happened to Elek

when he started attending these rallies.

We get into his psyche,
we figure out his next move.

Looked into this flyer.

Hungary for Hungarians.
It's a movement started

by a local university
professor, Octavius Varga,

and he's branded himself
as voice of the people.

This is a conversation on
the Hungarian political forum.

It's between Octavius Varga
and Elek Simko.

Goes back months.

Does it mention any plans for an attack?

No but it's not an argument,
more like teacher and student.

Maybe when his wife said Elek changed,

Octavius Varga is the one
who changed him?

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Professor Varga,

mind if we have a word with you?

We're FBI assisting
the Hungarian national police

on today's bombings.

You wrote a book on
Hungarian patriotism, correct?

Well, that's a reductive
way to describe it, yes.

Well honestly, it was so boring,

I only skimmed it, but
let me see if I got the gist.

In the past, there was order.
A man went to work,

was paid a fair wage, went
home, and fed his family,

but then the Berlin Wall fell

and brought with it the three Cs:

capitalism, chaos, and criminals.

That sound about right?

The big fish eat the small fish.

That is what is happening
all across my country.

The imperialists of the modern age,

these greedy, senseless,
foreign corporations.

They are trying to buy Hungary,
and they must be stopped.

That is my message.

Yeah, the bombings today
sure spoke that loud and clear.

Do you recognize this man?

- No.
- Elek Simko.

No?

I'm sure you'll remember this, though.

A four-month-long online conversation

between the two of you.

I have hundreds of followers, thousands.

I inspire them.

I cannot remember all their names.

Looks like Elek was
more than just a follower.

Perhaps this person came
to one or two of my protests?

Maybe we should take him
down to the headquarters.

- What do you think?
- Mm.

Okay.

Okay, yes, I know Elek.

He lost his job.

Told me his story.

The same one I hear again and again

about how he had been exploited.

The boot can press down
on a man's neck only so long

- before he fights back.
- And gets violent?

I'm not responsible if he does.

Did you tell him that Trumantis Capital

acquired the company that
fired him and ruined his life?

- Did you give him his targets?
- No.

Oh, you just told these people that

these foreign companies
must be stopped at any cost.

Did you tell him that too?

I helped him see what has
been happening to him,

that he is a victim made to suffer.

I told him it was a shame that
these imperialist corporations

are allowed to run amok in Hungary

and that someone should
do something about it.

Hungarians died today in the bombings,

your countrymen.

Elek is armed with enough
material to blow up

an entire city block
in Budapest at any minute.

So you are going to tell me
everything you know

about who he's targeting
next, right now.

I don't know that. I swear it.

You know, I see how you operate.

Never get your hands dirty, huh?

Every revolution,
there is collateral damage.

These bombings are not
on me, not even on Elek.

They are on those who
are buying my country

and those who are selling it
in the first place.

First place.

What?

This is personal for Elek.

He's going to the first place
that wronged him,

- Buda PetroChemical.
- HNB's already covering it.

No, Elek's smart. He's tricky.

You know, this is his home turf.

He spent 20 years there.
If he slips through

and hits their ammonium nitrate supply?

He'd level an entire
district of Budapest.

That's worse than Beirut.

That's a 3.3 Richter scale earthquake.

Jaeger, alert HNP

and the bomb squad
at Buda PetroChemical.

We think Elek's headed there next.

Let's go.

He's not here.

- What about the warehouse?
- We checked it.

Get out of the car, now.

Okay.

Please don't. Don't, don't.

Stand down.

- Bill, what happened?
- Oh, God.

He was waiting for me.

He was waiting for me
in the back of the car.

He's mad, and he wants
to kill corporate.

He knew... he knew
about the dinner tonight,

even though we tried
to keep it hush hush.

What dinner?

Buda PetroChemical's senior management

is meeting tonight
to celebrate the deal.

- Where?
- Um...

somewhere in the Ruinpub district.

I'm not sure which restaurant.

Take care of him.

Scott Forrester, FBI,
requesting air assistance.

I need a U.S. military Grizzly
to Budapest District VII now.

All right, if anyone sees Elek,
use these to call it in.

The Grizzly overhead should
jam all wireless communication.

If we tip him off, he will detonate.

If we're gonna take him down,
we have to surprise him.

Let's go.

Grizzly came through.
Signal's jammed all over.

He's on the move!

I got eyes on him.

Move!

He's going to detonate
the bomb manually.

He's heading to the restaurant.

Geez.

You will never understand.

I did this for my people.
For our way of life.

Everything was taken from me.

I want to show them that I
can take something back.

You don't get to make excuses.

You killed people.

They were sacrificed
for the greater good.

- I sacrifice myself, too.
- You sacrifice nothing.

This is *** for world news.

From our correspondent office
in Budapest, this just in.

We've been informed by Europol

and local Hungarian police
that the series of bombings...

Okay, thank you.

Good work, all of you.

I've heard from HNP, HNBI, and Europol.

Hungary is grateful for our help.

So stupid.

And yet the Hungary
for Hungarians message

will get played for years.

You know, my first ASAC
was Carl McGregor.

He was on scene
in Oklahoma City in 1995,

when a couple of militants
killed 168 people.

No one remembers the militants' message

or their cause.

What we remember

is the first responders
carrying people to safety.

A city coming together.

A country.

McGregor took me to that site,

and where the federal building
once stood is now a memorial

that offers comfort and strength, peace,

hope for all that come there.

Look, in a couple of weeks,

the news here is going
to turn to something else...

But what the people
are going to remember

is the heroism that saved more lives.

I know I will.

The police cannot hold me
here unless they charge me.

That's right.

This belongs to you...

And so does the responsibility
of what Elek did.

You radicalized a vulnerable man

who had nothing to lose.

I can say what I want,

and what I say stands true.

My people shouldn't be exploited.

And I'm not legally responsible

for those who interpret
my work differently.

Interpreting differently.

You know what? You're right.

You have no legal
culpability whatsoever.

You know how to play the game.

You wanted influence?

You got it.

14 deaths and counting.

As far as I'm concerned,

that's blood on your hands
for the rest of your life.

What? What the hell are you doing?

What is this?

You said they can't hold you
without charging you.

Well, they're charging you.

What's that?

You take monthly money from supporters

- in order to fund your work.
- So what?

Such thing is not illegal.

Well every rally, you hold a raffle,

and one of your lucky
supporters is surprised

with 100,000 Forints as
a symbol of your generosity.

Two months ago, Elek won.

Legally, that can be viewed as
material funding of terrorism.

You cannot do this.

You getting out of here?

Yeah, about to.

- How's coffee guy?
- Stable.

Good.

He's gonna be discharged tomorrow.

- Great news.
- Mm-hmm.

Do you date anyone here, Raines?

In Budapest? Yeah.

Dori. Didn't work out.

- What happened?
- Hanna.

That didn't work out either

because of Liliana.

I'll tell you what my gramps told
me when I joined the Bureau.

Divorce rate's, in law enforcement, 70%.

Don't get serious with anyone

until you're ready to settle down.

All right, well, I'm headed out.

Nice work today, Vo.

You too.

Yeah.