All language subtitles for FBI International - 02x18 - Blood Feud.SYNCOPY-

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And stop trying to...

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Cheers.
We have his photo out everywhere.

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Budapest.

Corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com

- Did it?
- Yeah.

Cam, happy belated.

Maya.

No way!

As soon as the weather warms up.

It's run by a former stuntwoman here.

I thought it was a massage.

Advanced motorcycle course? Brilliant.

You'll never get a course
like this in the States.

The regulations
are damn near irresponsible.

It's dope.

It's crazy thoughtful. Thank you.

You know, when one of us
starts dating someone new,

we can get a little protective.

But you,

you're exactly what Raines needs.

I'll drink to that.

So how exactly
did you find this stunt course?

It's so random,
now that I think about it.

We had this Australian guy
who kept coming into Zizi's.

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- All the regulars knew him.

And he had this insane tattoo

I kept noticing literally every time...

The answer is darkness.

What is it with you Langley
guys and these riddles?

Your presence is requested.

Tell your partner relax.
We're not going far.

Make sure your phone is off.

I'll let you catch up.

- Scott Forrester.
- Pavel Novikoff.

- It's been a while.
- Since Croatia.

- Shouldn't you be stateside?
- I still am, on paper.

You know, we pulled a lot
of strings to get you asylum.

Guy with your clearance
betraying the motherland?

You are high up on Russia's hit list.

Well, I'm not here
because I missed the goulash.

Trust me when I say this is
important... life or death.

What I'm about to share
is highly sensitive.

Does the name of
Vladislav Pavlovic ring a bell?

Yeah.

We traded a ballerina
getting her big break

for Vlad getting 50 years.

But I can see on your face
something's changed.

Apparently he caught wind
about an imminent transfer

to maximum security.

Five days ago, there was
a prison break in Omsk.

Vlad's out.

And you think he's coming to Budapest?

Yeah, it seems like when
you took his brother's life,

- you made yourself a target.
- It's not like I had a choice.

There was only one of us
walking out of there.

What threat level are we talking here?

The highest. This is
a vendetta, a blood feud.

Vlad has dozens of bodies to his name,

and he's just sprung from a
Siberian prison to get to you.

Clawing one's way out of Russia.

That's a lot of ground to cover.

Dominoes are already falling.

A Jeep was found
on an airstrip outside Omsk...

dead pilot inside.

- They've hijacked his plane.
- They?

We believe Vlad has an accomplice.

I appreciate the heads-up
and you coming all this way,

but my team can take it from here.

This intel I've offered up,

you'd never hear it
from official channels.

It's not safe for you in Budapest.

I'm alive today because
of the American government.

Because of you, Scott.

Let me repay the debt.

I'm already here, and like it or not,

you're on the edge of a precipice.

You're signing off on this?

No, I'm just a sucker for the jet lag.

Try to keep our asset in one piece.

Vladislav Pavlovic.

Blue-chip contract killer who operated

out of Moscow,
St. Petersburg, and Minsk.

43 confirmed kills to his name,

including a CIA case officer,
Michael Rafferty.

Now, Vlad was on deck to serve
his official sentence

in an Omsk supermax,
but clearly he had other plans.

Piotr Efremov's dodging me.
Not a single call returned.

The deal we made was
for Vlad to stay shackled.

We're short by about 50 years.

- What about Vlad's accomplice?
- Sergei Diatchenko.

He's a corrections officer
at the prison.

Now, we found that he had
no prior connection to Vlad,

so the two must have met
when he transferred there.

And so far, his criminal record
came up empty.

We've recently confirmed
a twin-engine plane

was found ditched in a Turkish airfield.

Tail number proves it's Russian,

linked to the dead pilot
they found in Omsk.

Meaning Vlad
is officially out of Siberia.

Put out a Red Notice.
If he's inching this way,

I want every cop in Europe
to know about it.

Hey, we've got to get you out
of the country.

I'm not hiding.

Sorry, Scott. It's protocol.

Me leaving Budapest,
it is not gonna stop this guy.

If I run, it only is
gonna put more bodies

between me and Vlad.

You want to stay local, fine,

but we're implementing
some safety measures.

You'll be safe here.

RSO hooked it up.

The building was recently renovated,

and there's cameras out front.

Vo has agreed to the night shift.

Kellett, I've got to be honest,

this whole thing feels overblown.

Scott, you've been marked,

and the threat is more than credible.

A safe house is the bare minimum.

Our pal, Novikoff, he's pretty convinced

that Vlad is not gonna let this go.

Novikoff is the other reason
I'm on edge.

I mean, he is a spy who defected.

Can we really trust this guy?

My mother did, and he's given
me no reason to doubt him.

I thought he was a high-priority asset.

Why would the CIA send him over
in person for this?

And why is all of it off the record?

I...

Yeah?

Novikoff's back channels came through.

We got a line on Sergei's phone.

Service is tied to a Russian provider,

but we can track his signal
with the cell towers here.

Hey, you got your laptop near you?

- Yeah.
- Stand by.

- All right, got it.
- All right.

Now you're seeing what we're seeing.

Sergei's been using
his phone in short bursts

ever since they landed in Turkey.

You're looking at every tower
hit over the last 48 hours.

His phone is only on
for a few minutes at a time,

but it's enough to track the position

and frequency of these triangulations.

Check out these timestamps.

Sergei's really legging it.

He's on a moving train.
Smitty, get the HNP mobilized.

If Sergei is here, there's still
good chance Vlad is with him.

ID that train.
We intercept at the next stop.

It's the N-40 out of Sofia.

Last phone hit
was near Szeged an hour ago.

Train's already in Hungary.

He's coming right for you.

Take him.

All right. Clear the way.

Hey, stay in your seat.

- It's all right.
- Stay calm.

Oh, no! No, please! Please don't shoot!

- Don't shoot.
- Where is he?

- Where's Vlad?
- I don't know.

He... he left me.

Guys.

- Forrester.
- What is it?

We lost Vlad. He's off the train.

Four dead bodies at the prison,

one on the airstrip.

Guy on the train makes six.

You and Vlad have been busy.

Please, my phone.

I need my phone!

Why?

So you can check in
with your co-conspirator?

We know you linked up with
Vlad while he was behind bars.

What's the nature of your relationship?

Relationship?

I was nothing. A servant.

Whatever he needed inside,
I would get...

phone calls, packages.

I'm in his pocket, you see?

- He paying you?
- No.

Raines.

Yuri and Alexei.

My boys.

There is a man in Omsk.

I'm told he has no family, no home.

He is a killer, watching my sons,

and he waits on an order from Vladislav.

I had no choice but to cooperate.

So you helped him escape under duress?

I did what any father would
do to keep his children alive!

How did you two make it this far?

He arranged for everything.

A stolen plane got us to Ankara.

From there, forged documents
put us on trains.

Yeah, so Vlad needed you to smuggle him

through every checkpoint
that you set up.

It's the only reason
I'm still breathing.

As soon as we got to Budapest,
he had no more use for me.

Yeah, he must have
some refuge here in Budapest.

He been in contact with anyone?

I swear, if I knew anything,
I would tell you.

You were basically
his hostage for five days.

He must have said something.

Most men, when they leave prison cell,

they want three things:

a bottle of vodka, a woman,
and a warm beach.

Not Vladislav.

Something else consumes him.

There is no reasoning with him.

And now that he's gone, there
is no telling what he will do.

Please!

I need to know my sons are OK!

Keep it on speaker.

Yuri?

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Sergei is just a cog in this.

Vlad never divulged anything
about his agenda in Budapest.

We'll keep him in custody for now,

but we are back to square one.

At least Sergei's kids
appear to be safe.

Maybe the fact they're brothers
garnered sympathy from Vlad.

The guard was a stepping
stone to get him here.

Now Vlad wants the trophy,

but he won't strike
at Forrester right away.

The way some predators taunt their prey,

tiring them out first.

What, like a game?

A hunt. Big difference.

Vlad's been living with his
brother's death for some time.

A plan's in motion.

If he gets to Forrester,

nothing about it will be swift.

Now that he's made it back to the city,

where do you think he's going?

Being blacklisted by Russia,

his remaining allies
will quickly disappear.

But there's one group
he could still go to.

The Bratva. The Russian mob.

If Vlad has any favors
to cash in, it'd be with them.

They have an outfit here in Budapest.

Even if that was our way to get to Vlad,

the mob prides itself on a code.

There's no way in hell
they'll talk to us.

It would have to be one of their own.

- Forrester.
- Hey, what's going on?

When you first started out in Budapest,

you had an informant
in Russian OC, right?

Yeah, Gregor Lebedev.

He started off as a low-level soldier,

worked his way up the chain
and became an avtoritet.

It's sort of like a captain.

Sounds like someone who'd
have his ear to the ground.

Are you guys putting
Forrester back in play?

- Vlad's still out there.
- Yeah.

And every second that passes
buys him more time

to plot a better offensive.

I mean, I hate to say it, but the Bratva

might be our best shot
at getting a lock on Vlad.

And for that, we need Forrester

to make contact with his old source.

You want backup, just say.

Listen, put a wire on me,

but it's best
if Kellett and I handle this.

Gregor has always been
a little bit jumpy.

Hey, can I talk to you two? In private?

I ran background on the
passenger Vlad took out on the train.

Our DOA wasn't just some civilian.

- FSB.
- Low to mid-level.

Vlad's a convict. It makes sense

that Russia's security service
is hunting him too.

They knew they'd find him on the train.

It's possible they've been chasing
him since the jailbreak in Siberia.

But my concern is whether someone local

has been feeding them intel.

Novikoff.

The FSB didn't mobilize
until after our guest of honor

was already en route to Budapest.

How's that for timing?

You think he's playing both sides?

A defector trying to win his way back

into Russia's good graces?

In the U.S., he was
6,000 miles away from Moscow.

Here, it's a fraction of that.

Something about his arrival feels off.

We're about to send Forrester
into Russian hands.

And if Novikoff is compromised,
we need to know.

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I see your Russian
hasn't gotten any better.

Well, it was decent enough
to avoid me getting shot.

This is a nice place you got.

What, are you really pedaling
back of house these days?

Nothing. This is all legit.

My own curation.

Permits, taxes, all of it.

You finally went straight.

It's not that easy
to walk away from the family.

I'm finished with their ways,

but I still have
to look over my shoulder.

And frankly, seeing you here
makes me anxious.

I'm not trying to jam you up.

I got some trouble coming my way.

How bad?

Vladislav Pavlovic.

I know the Pavlovic brothers
only by name.

As far as assassins go,
they earned their reputation.

He fled Russia by the skin of his teeth.

This is a one-way ticket for him.

I just assumed he needed resources.

Well, I haven't heard of any...

Um...

If you need my help,
what else can you tell me?

Wait. You don't need a gun, OK?

Please, you don't need a gun.

No, no, no. Please, please, please.

This is why you wanted out of Bratva.

Say hello to Lena.

My wife.

You have a new family.

Scary proposition in this line of work.

The people we care for
become our biggest liability.

Our enemies can sniff that out.

I still need your help, Gregor.

With the heat on Vlad,

if contact was made,
it would be kept quiet.

As I said, I haven't heard much.

And would the Bratva
come at me themselves?

Too messy.

Not a good time for
our countrymen to stir the pot.

But they might have given Vlad wheels,

a safe house, weapons, under the table.

You're really the one who put
Stepan Pavlovic six feet under?

That's right.

K rolyi Garden in two hours.

Meet there after I do some digging.

You do trust him, right?

Gregor has never crossed me before.

Priorities change.

He's about to have three mouths to feed.

Yeah, well, we'll know
in a couple of hours.

And when Gregor said
the Bratva doesn't want

to tangle with the feds,
are we sure about that?

Because we have a tail.

Could be Vlad.

It's not him.

Just a crew doing his dirty work.

- Pull over.
- What?

Their plates aren't local.
This doesn't feel like the mob.

Is there a problem?

Thought maybe I had a busted tail light.

This man is wanted in Russia
for aiding a fugitive.

We would like to escort him back.

I haven't seen him.

Have another look.

That was your colleague
taken out on the train.

You two are FSB.

Given the body count being racked up,

I figured Vlad would be
your first priority here.

If you do see Sergei Diatchenko,

will you let him know
it's time to come home?

Why? So as soon as he touches down,

you can execute him?

Look, we both need Vlad gone.

Maybe we can help each other.

Our objectives
concerning Vladislav Pavlovic

do not align.

I know you're looking for him.

Is it me, or did it sound
like they wanted Vlad alive?

He's wiped out six Russians in a week,

and they're handling him
with kid gloves.

What the hell is going on?

The CIA is keeping us in the dark.

My guess, it's got to do
with plans for Vlad.

You think the CIA wants him alive too?

I'm sure they would love
to haul in Rafferty's killer,

but what does the CIA care
about even more than justice?

- Intel.
- Yeah.

I think you were right.

The reason Novikoff's here in person,

it's got nothing to do
with my protection.

Gregor?

Someone took out Gregor.

What? His people get to him?

Knife wound, close range.

They must have snuck up on him.

It could have been Bratva,
but I don't know.

Scott, what are you doing?

You're a target in that park.
Get the hell out of there.

Hang on.

I got something.

This was Vlad.

CCTV overlooking the northeast exit

caught someone leaving the park.

Now, I can't be 100% sure,
but it looks like Vlad.

We lost him in the city after that.

Gregor sniffing around
would have alerted him,

but clearly, the message was for us.

We accessed the thumb drive left behind.

No password or encryption.

Just three photographs stored on it.

Metadata confirms
these photos were taken

on an FT-30 DSLR three weeks ago,

here in Budapest.

Vlad wants all of us to know
he's had you in his crosshairs,

even from behind bars
thousands of miles away.

This is his mission, not the Bratva's.

What about the numbers 17-11?

We've been crossing things off the list.

It doesn't signify a time or date.

Not an address, not a password.

- Raines has a theory.
- OK.

Leviticus.

From the Old Testament.

It's been a minute since Sunday school.

The gist is,

blood is the only ordained way
to atone for what you've done.

The price is paid with a life.

It all comes back to his brother.

If Vlad was locked up
when these were taken,

it means he had help here long
before he approached the mob.

Ansel Adams might just be a local.

If we find him,
that might lead us to Vlad.

Well, the FT-30 camera has a feature

where it uploads photos to the cloud

as soon as there is
a secure Wi-Fi connection.

So if those photos were synced
to the internet,

I mean, the metadata can show
us exactly where it happened,

and we can find our photographer.

Great. I need that info yesterday.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

We have a Novikoff problem.

I know.

Come on.

We're short on time,

so let's skip to the part
where you come clean.

Why are you off leash in Budapest?

Is it for the same reason
the FSB wants Vlad alive?

I don't know.

Your specialty is counterintelligence.

I bet you've got a pretty good idea.

I've been in your country's
custody for a year already.

Think I've been sipping Mai-Tais

and putting my toes in the sand?

They've been putting me to work.

And the more secrets
I deliver to the U.S.,

- the less valuable I become.
- Oh, so that's it.

If the FSB captures Vlad first,

he becomes a chip to bring you home.

This has really been a trade.

If they don't need me anymore,

I'm sure the U.S. would love
to pick his brain next.

I'm guessing you'd prefer

we find Vlad before the Russians do.

Obviously, a trade with the FSB

would be very bad for a man in my shoes.

They don't forgive traitors.

We can't be your safety net this time.

Hey, we got something.

It was buried in code,
but we snagged an IP address.

Vo cross-checked it with the
telecom companies in town.

- And a name hit.
- Aron N meth, 36 years old.

A private investigator
born and raised in Budapest.

We've got an address.
It's in District Six.

Raines, you're with me
on this one. Come on.

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I don't always know who
hires me for these things, OK?

We agree, they pay.

I don't ask any questions.

The prison guard said he was
sending packages on behalf of Vlad.

Sergei Diatchenko. That your contact?

My business relies on discretion.

I was given your name,
and I did the rest.

When the job was done,
I mailed the photos on a USB.

And it didn't strike you as odd,

being asked to tail an FBI agent

and send your findings back to Russia?

I didn't think
I was doing anything wrong.

Forrester.

It's all of us.

Every Fly Team member.

They paid for full surveillance...

him and his closest contacts.

Raines.

You sent all these to your client?

Hey, answer me! Has Vlad seen these?

Yes.

That was the job.

Come on. Come on.

Hi, it's Maya.
Leave a message after the beep.

That's Maya's bike.

Maya!

Babe!

Maya!

Anything?

Is that...

Blood.

Sorry. We're closed.

Hey, what are you doing?

Stop! Hey! What the...

Help!

Help!

I should have been here.

Hey, we're gonna get her back.

- What?
- I hooked up

the entire wireless system
inside the bar.

I know all the components.

This isn't one of ours.

We're being watched.

Is she alive?

Red Star train yard. Come alone.

If I see agents, I promise you blood.

She will die first.

What did he say?

He wants to meet.

- Then what are we waiting for?
- Just me.

- Like hell.
- Maya's alive.

Vlad said if anyone else comes,
he'll kill her.

I know that this is impossible,

but you've got to trust me, Raines.

What do you expect me to do, man?

I'll handle it.

You're not pushing me to the side,

not when that son of a bitch has Maya!

The people that we love
become our biggest liability.

I've been where you are.

You want me to step aside?
You're gonna have to make me.

Move!

Fine.

But he knows we're together,
so we have to be smart.

We split up.

One target, two sides.

Pincer move. Got it.

Let's go.

I know your instinct

is to protect people
in the line of fire.

Just so you know, it's the same for me.

Hey, I'm gonna need a favor.

No. No way.

- He played me?
- No. This is about getting Maya back.

Where's Vlad at?

Look, just tell me
where Forrester is going.

You can fix this right now.

He didn't say,
but this was a direct order.

Cameron, Jamie, please!

Look, I need to know
where Maya was taken.

Come on!

I know it feels like you're
getting shut out right now,

but Forrester, he knows what to do.

He'll bring her back.

He won't let Vlad get away with this.

We have seen what
that bastard is capable of!

Come on!

If anything happens to her,
to either of them,

that's on all of us.

I'm here. Now let her go.

You think you're in control?

She's got nothing to do with this.

"The life of the flesh is in the blood,

"and I have given it to make
atonement for your souls,

for it is the blood that
makes atonement by the life."

That's what this is about, isn't it?

You want me to pay for what I took.

A debt of spilled blood
can only be paid one way.

Weapon.

I'm here now, so let's end this.

I failed my brother,
and I've answered for that.

Now it's your turn.

Maya, hey. Hey.

Oh, thank God.

It's OK. I got you.

It's OK.

You're OK.

- You OK?
- Yeah, I'm OK.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

We'd like to examine you
at the hospital.

I'm not leaving your side.

Hey, I promise
I'll be right behind you, OK?

All right. Come on.

Just give me a sec.

Is she OK?

I think you know.

Are we OK?

When Vlad got that bullet,

any deal between the FSB
and the U.S. government

evaporated then and there.

With the hitman gone
and nothing to swap...

Finally, you'll get those Mai-Tais.

Once again,

I owe you my life.

I'm glad it worked out for you.

Oh, look.

My ride is here.

So now I'm curious.

If you did secure Vlad,

what would have happened to Novikoff?

Come on, we were never
gonna give up the old man.

That would undermine the
government's entire asylum program.

Uh-huh.

I'm right here, if you need me.

I can't.

I don't want to go back in there.

Hey, it's OK.

Baby, you don't have to.

Come here.

I'm sorry for not being there.

I need to tell you something. Um...

At the train yard,

when I was alone with that man,

he said something.

He told me the minute he saw you,

he was gonna put a bullet in me.

He wanted you to witness.

I was so sure
you were gonna see it happen.

But it was like you knew.

And that might be the reason
I'm alive right now,

because he didn't see you there.

I'm so glad you're OK.

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