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[indistinct chatter]

[both grunting]

[speaking Russian]

[speaking Russian]

[speaking Russian]

And stop trying to--
[screaming]

[gunfire]

[speaking Russian]

Cheers.

We have his photo out everywhere.

[muttering]

[both grunting]

[shouting in Russian]

[both grunting]

[shouting]

[distant shouting in Russian]

[speaking Russian]

[speaking Russian]

Budapest.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[laughter]

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.

All the regulars knew him.

And he had this insane tattoo

I kept noticing
literally every time...

[voice fades]

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.

[engine starts]

♪ ♪

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--
[phone ringing]

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.

[line trilling]

[speaking Russian]

Yuri?

[speaking Russian]

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.

[cocks gun]

[speaking Russian]

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--

[floorboard creaking]
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.
- [screams]

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

This is why
you wanted out of Bratva.

Say hello to Léna.

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.

[sighs]

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.

Károlyi 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?

[sighs]

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.

[sighs] 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 Németh, 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.

[speaking Hungarian]

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.

[dialing]

[line trilling]

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!
[screaming]

Help!
[choking]

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.

[phone ringing]

[heavy breathing]

[chuckles]

Is she alive?

Red Star train yard.
Come alone.

If I see agents,
I promise you blood.

She will die first.

[phone disconnects]

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.

[engine starts]

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.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

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.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[muffled screaming]

[sobbing]

[sobbing]

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.

[gunshots]

[grunting]

[growls]

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

Now it's your turn.

[screaming]

[gunshot]

Maya, hey. Hey.

- [whimpers]
- Oh, thank God.

It's OK.
I got you.

It's OK.

You're OK.

[indistinct chatter]

- 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.

[chuckles]

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.

[sobbing]

[phone buzzing]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]