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Special agent Brian lange.

Bureau's liaison to the NSA.

Scott wouldn't just up and leave

without a damn good reason.

The hub just received an intake form

from a Russian prison.

Scott's mom.

Does the CIA know
where Angela Cassidy is?

Andersen has been
trying to secure the release

of two Norwegian journalists

who were imprisoned by the kremlin.

The encrypted message
that Scott received

regarding Vanessa
kincaide... he opened it.

You can either help us
find Scott and his mom,

or you can deep-six this whole thing.

We're at your mercy, Brian.

Foreign minister andersen?

Apologies, but you'll have to make

an appointment with my office.

Ingrid Larsen, Erik Johansen,

Norwegian journalists accused
of espionage by the kremlin

interned in a Russian black site

that they will neither confirm nor deny.

Do you want me to
keep going? Or is this

who are you with?

FBI.

Agent Brian lange. This
is agent Cameron vo.

You're a little far from
home on all counts.

Does the name Vanessa kincaide

- mean anything to you?
- It doesn't.

Kincaide's an alias
linked to a U.S. operative

named Angela Cassidy,
detained at the same site

as your journalists.

Now our intel suggests that you might be

in the process of getting
your countrymen out

through back channels.

We may have a confidential
extraction planned,

in which case the two Norwegian citizens

will be my sole priority.

Well, it's our
understanding that you have

already chartered the plane.

All we're asking for is an open seat.

Any complication could unravel

my people's safe return.

Now, I will kindly ask
you to leave Norway

before I contact the U.S. ambassador.

Hello, deputy director.

The fly team's presence in Oslo

has caused quite the stir at main justice.

This might be our last shot

to bring forrester and Cassidy home.

We're in agreement on that.

I liaised with the CIA,

and they've confirmed that
Angela Cassidy has a partner.

And she had been working on a dossier

with massive ramifications

about the inner workings of putin's circle.

It's understood that she and her partner

are both in that prison.

Her information had long
been considered a loss,

but if she's really resurfaced

and we can bring this intel home,

it might be worth the considerable risk.

So the intelligence is worth gambling on,

but Cassidy isn't?

Just be thankful I haven't
shut this whole thing down,

agent vo.

Are we approved to
proceed, deputy director?

Lange, you're the ssa
here. It's your ass on the line.

If you think the fly team can pull this off,

you tell me.

I think it's worth pursuing, sir.

Ok then, with one stipulation.

I understand Norway has
already rejected your proposal.

If they discover the
United States is operating

in their backyard against
their expressed wishes,

the ramifications could be
quite negative, and long term.

- Then we'll be ghosts.
- Damn well better be.

If exposed in Oslo,
the FBI will disavow you

and you'll be labeled rogue agents.

And Norway will do with you

whatever their little frozen heart desires.

You ever skydived before?

I have.

You know that moment
where your momentum

is tipping you out into the void,

but your brain is still tethered

to the safety of the plane?

Here we are.

Vanessa, please take a seat.

Pick your entrée.

First, the intelligence

you've been compiling
on my government.

The purpose of your
undercover infiltration.

Where are you keeping it, Vanessa?

Or should I say Angela Cassidy?

Warsaw.

There's a safety deposit
box outside zagán,

row 9, number 1720.

So why does my source
say your intelligence

- is still in Russia?
- No.

Are you lying to me, Angela?

- Wait...
- if you want to get fed,

tell me where the intelligence is.

Ok, ok, you win.

I'll tell you where it is.

Yes?

Then you've made your choice.

Let's enjoy our remaining
time together, Angela.

I know I will.

Do we think that Norway is
pulling this off by themselves?

Norwegian armed forces aren't built

for an op like this.

They must be enlisting
a third-party task force

and burying the receipts.

Except Norway is known
for their transparency,

so how are they even
hiding off the book's payout?

In plain sight.

I'm glad you made the trip, Amanda.

Scott always showed up for me.

Dozens of Norwegian
government agencies,

all paid subsidiaries of
the same shell company.

If you weren't looking for it,

none of it would raise an eyebrow.

Company's called
zero, run by bard Nikolai,

Russian Norwegian
dual citizen, entrepreneur,

and criminal multi-hyphenate.

- Any arrests or convictions?
- Never even been processed.

Every time law enforcement
has him on the line,

- he spits out the hook.
- Friends in high places.

I prosecuted an outfit like
this during my alat days.

Nikolai is trafficking
goods in and out of Russia

to avoid western sanctions.

Feels relevant to add that his inventory

includes weapons used by
the Russian ground forces.

Makes sense why Norway would want

his involvement under wraps.

Not exactly the type of guy you'd want

to introduce to your parents.

Ok, Russian dude in good standing

with the kremlin with bootleg roots,

skirting border patrol, which he can use

to bring the prisoners home.

I mean, yeah, it's a decent shot

- that Nikolai is their coyote.
- Agreed.

So Amanda, can you
find this guy for us?

Already did.

Nikolai is here in Oslo
and open for business.

Great. Set up a meeting.

Let's see if we can skirt around Norway

and get Cassidy on
that plane back to Oslo.

Are we authorized to
make a deal with Nikolai?

Depends on what he wants in return.

- Then let's go.
- Just me.

I can read on your face
that you would give anything

to get Scott back,

and if I can see it, Nikolai will too.

Stop. Arms out.

Not how I'd like to start
a potential partnership.

I'm sure you understand.

I do.

Glock 17m, 9 millimeter luger.

I don't need to see your
badge to know you're FBI.

My associate gave you our ask?

I understand you want to add a plus-one

to an existing itinerary.

No problem. I'm a businessman, after all.

But like any good businessman

what is it you want?

Not what. Who.

Dokument.

Irina safina, 24 years old.

Beautiful, no?

Member of the rsv,

an anti-kremlin dissident faction.

Safina is no activist these days.

Activism led to anarchy,
which led to Nitroglycerin.

She's behind a recent car bombing

in Saint Petersburg, killing nine.

All that beauty turned so ugly.

That is all very interesting.

But how about we get specific?

Her benefactor aleksey Karpov
wants to know her whereabouts.

See if you can confirm she's in Oslo,

I can guarantee a seat
for an American prisoner

Vanessa kincaide,

Angela Cassidy, whatever her name is.

So let's say that my colleagues

can locate safina.

What's step 2?

Put safina on a plane back to Moscow

and your American
operative on one back to Oslo.

Two ships passing in the night as it were.

Listen to me, getting all sentimental?

Well, let's see what I can do,

- and I'll get back to you.
- Don't take too long.

We're moving soon,

with or without your FBI agent's mama.

Turns out safina emptied her piggy bank

before she fled west.

Likely afraid Russia
would liquidate the assets

of an enemy of the state.

Ideas on where the money wound up?

Nothing with legs.

But get this.

One of safina's withdrawals
was for 47 million rubles.

That's $500,000 U.S.

Tch, that's a big piggy bank.

Big enough that europol's
financial intelligence

- unit should pick up a scent.
- Yep.

Safina is all over this.

She redeposited her
cash across various banks.

And take a look where they're all based.

Any word?

She's in Oslo, confirmed.

Hey.

My name is dmitry volkov.

I'm here to bring you
and the Norwegians home.

No, why should I trust you?

Your son's friends sent me.

Augh.

Keep your head down!

The plane is ready. We have to hurry.

Ok, is he with you?

Fsb rossii.

- What?
- Russian border service.

Stay here.

Shh. Not another sound.

Not another sound.

Where is the third prisoner?

We're out of here.

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go.

The hub's been digging
through safina's new accounts.

Turns out, they were all reinvested

with no local address on file.

But we tracked the money to
the Greece investor visa program.

So safina is after a golden passport,

pay-to-play eu citizenship.

And the minimum investment is
$500k, matches her withdrawal.

Russian papers restrict her travel

and keep her on the kremlin's radar,

- whereas a Greek passport...
- Free range.

All right, I'll get in touch
with hellenic authorities

and see what they have
on safina's application.

- Andersen.
- Don't answer it.

If she tracks the call, it could
expose our presence here.

Good thing smitty's still in Budapest.

How may I help, foreign minister?

The FBI paid me an
unexpected and unsanctioned visit

about an American prisoner,
yet we have no record

of their exit from the country.

Their pilot must have neglected

protocol on his return.

My apologies.

The visit also coincided
with an FBI-associated

ip address accessing
okokrim banking records.

The fly team were assisting me

with an active europol case,

money laundering in the north sea.

The U.S. prisoner in
question is Angela Cassidy,

who just so happens to be the mother

of agent Scott forrester,
leader of your fly team.

If the FBI and europol

are still in Norway without our permission

we've long since
departed... don't interrupt me.

If the fly team are in
Norway and operational,

that will be considered a
hostile act against our nation.

Espionage, miss garretson,

carries consequences you
don't seem to fully comprehend.

Norway is on to us, to put it mildly.

We cannot cast shadows going forward.

Greek immigration says
safina's passport documents

arrived this morning.

Passport was sent to a penthouse

suite in downtown Oslo.

If she's got new papers

she could already be headed for the hills.

Then let's just hope we don't
show up to the party too late.

What about Norwegian big brother

looking over our shoulder?

The hub and I can help with that.

Excuse me, could I have
one of those flyers, please?

Of course.

Not that one, a bit further along, yep,

now, are those Norwegian
saunas all they're cracked up to be?

Yes.

Definitely worth a visit.

Private security guard
posted out front, packing lethal.

Copy that.

What are you talking about?

My parents are going to love you.

Yeah, but what if they don't?

Well, then, yeah, we're done.

Unbelievable.

Hey, wrong floor. Private.

No, this is the floor they gave us.

Yeah.

Irina, lower the gun.

No one needs to get hurt here.

Just come with us quietly, ok?

I'm not going anywhere.

Not going back to him.

Please don't.

Irina, give me the gun.

It's going to be ok. Give me the gun.

There you go.

So you're saying you had nothing to do

with the Saint Petersburg attack?

Absolutely not.

Karpov will say anything to ruin me.

Ruin my life.

Who was Karpov to you?

My benefactor, amongst other things.

Romantically involved?

I was mistress.

Almost immediately, it
became violent and terrible.

So I emptied my accounts

and left in the middle of the night.

Maxim is Karpov's sole male heir.

And I knew what he would
become under his father's influence.

I thought I could outrun him.

And I very nearly made it.

I was given Greek citizenship,

but Karpov used his influence
to hold my son's papers,

knowing there's no world
I leave without Maxim.

You can come with us.

And we'll figure out
what's really going on here.

And in the meantime,
we can keep you safe.

Karpov will send all of tolyatti

to drag me and Maxim back to him.

You let us worry about that.

We need you to make
a choice, right now.

Ok, so Nikolai was already contracted

to bring the journalist, but
when the bounty on safina

came in, he saw an
opportunity to double dip.

But if Norway knew
Nikolai was pulling an illegal

snatch-and-grab, his meal ticket

with them would be revoked.

So he's having us do
his dirty work for him.

He made up the terror attack
just to get us all on the hook.

And then he kept moving the goalposts.

Betting that we would bend the rulebook

to save Scott and his mom.

He bet right.

Nikolai just sent over the
location for the exchange.

It's happening now,
safina for forrester's mom.

What do you want to do, Brian?

Go, they will take you home.

Not you.

What? Where am I going?

That's up to the FBI.

Where is safina?

Safe from you and Karpov.

Let me guess, she convinced
you she's the virgin Mary.

She's a con artist and a killer.

- Where's Cassidy?
- She's just landed.

How much clearer can this be?

Bring me safina and the boy,

and you get to see her again, alive.

How about this, we
match Karpov's bounty,

the girl and the kid go
free, so does Cassidy,

and you still cash out.

It's not about the purse anymore.

If I don't bring safina back to Russia,

people close to me will suffer.

And unlike you, Karpov
will hold to his word.

Maybe you just need
a little more motivation.

I know you're with the FBI.

Please listen to me; I want
to come home to my son.

I want to come home to tuxhorn.

- So please, please help me.
- Please

time's up.

Safina and the boy, one hour,

or Angela Cassidy stops breathing.

I will see to it personally.

We'll get Scott's mom back.

That wasn't Scott's mom.

So you are positive that it wasn't her?

I'm positive.

Because I would hate to think
that we traveled all this way

and assumed considerable
risk just to facilitate the escape

of a dental hygienist.

I mean, nothing
against dental hygienists.

Well, this is a complete shock to me

and the agency as well.

Marty, you need to start talking.

I want all of it, right now.

Ok.

About a year ago, the CIA received

a strange password-protected
file on a secure dispatch line.

And we at first assumed
it was Russian gunk

designed by the fsb and svr
to clog up our decoding efforts.

But we now think it might
have been Cassidy's dossier.

You have had it this whole time?

Maybe, maybe not.

We can't access whatever's
in there without the password.

The encryption is impenetrable.

We've tried everyone and
everything from brute force

to black hat, but nothing's worked.

And we have no idea who
the woman on that call was.

But we're certainly hoping

that she has Cassidy's password.

What makes you think she does?

Because tuxhorn is Cassidy's cryptonym

her hidden code word

tied directly into her intelligence mission.

Cassidy wouldn't share that by accident.

So if she passed along her code word,

then she might have also passed along

some way to unlock the dossier.

Langley's theory as well.

Now, wait a second here, all right, maybe

maybe this woman's
strong-armed forrester's mom

and stole her identity
as a means to escape.

We just don't know.

I certainly can't rule anything out.

But my gut tells me
we're on to something.

Where's Cassidy?

If that mystery woman
is here, where is she?

And where the hell is Scott?

No idea.

Though I do have one
update on forrester.

Opr and oig revoked
his security clearance.

So if he does come up for air,

there might not be a path
forward with the bureau.

But that's his problem.

Whatever you do, do it quick.

You know, Scott once told
me his time with the bureau,

everything he devoted to
it, all the sacrifices he made,

it would have all been worth it if he

was able to clear his mom's
name, bring her justice.

I mean, we came out here to Oslo

to protect him, at the very
least bring his mom home.

But I don't know, maybe you're right.

Maybe this whole
operation was a mistake.

Whoever this American woman is,

she still needs our help.

And from the sounds of it,
she might be the last clue

as to Scott and his mom's whereabouts.

So we keep moving forward.

Hey, guys.

I think we have something
on our Cassidy imposter.

I've been running this
woman through every facial rec

database from Seattle to Dubai.

Finally got a hit back stateside.

- That her?
- Yeah, who is she?

Tess chaplain, American citizen

and former military medic
with family roots in Ukraine.

Volunteered to assist in the war

at the start of the
conflict, then disappeared.

Family hasn't heard
from her in 18 months.

She's got two teenage kids back home.

Russia must have arrested
her and buried the case files.

We have only 30 minutes
until Nikolai's threat

against her materializes.

The hub might have a lifeline.

So Cassidy used to have a secure CIA

dispatch line, right?

Well, I reactivated it on a whim

and asked them to let me
know if anything came in.

Something just did.

We think that this is chaplain.

When she had volkov's phone,

she must have shared
his phone's location.

And presumably, he
still has her in his custody.

I'll be damned.

Cassidy gave this woman
her alias, her cryptonym,

and her dispatch number.

Looks like they've taken
her to a holmenkollen,

the olympic ski jump facility.

What's the play?

We need access to some firepower

without Norway knowing we've
got access to some firepower.

Europol, mate, whatever you need.

All right, then.

Gut check time. Everybody cool?

You kidding me? This
is why I joined the FBI.

Any movement?

Halfway up, building on the right.

Ok, logging into the cctv network.

Anything, Amanda?

What the hell?

I don't have access.

Someone on Nikolai's team
must be securing these cameras.

Stay sharp.

I'm trying to get in through a back door.

They know you're coming.

Get down! Go, go, go!

Cam, 3 o'clock.

- Cover me.
- Got you.

Clear.

On my 6.

Amanda, what's chaplain's 20?

Might be some signal interference,

but it looks like you're right on her.

How tall is this thing?

18 stories.

Local coppers have got
to be on their way by now.

They'll drag us out of
here before we have time

- to search the grounds.
- Anything you can do, Amanda?

With access to the phone's location,

maybe I can tunnel my way
into its other applications.

The altimeter reveals location,

not just horizontally, but vertically.

Chaplain's on the
tower, top of the ski jump.

All right, let's frag out.
Catch them unaware.

Smitty, vo. Raines, you're with me.

Come on, go, go.

Hurry.

They have an escape chopper incoming.

FBI!

Try anything and she dies.

Let her go, volkov.

Come on, man.

Put the gun down.

Shut up!

Any step closer, and I swear.

Tess.

Tess, Tess, are you hurt?

- I'm ok.
- Ok.

My god, she was right.

- The FBI came.
- I got you.

- Thank you.
- You're ok. You're safe.

You're ok.

Thank you.

- Freeze.
- Your hands.

Let me see your hands now! Now!

Don't move.

Weapon down. Drop
it. Drop your weapon.

Police. Stand up slowly.

Now.

Up. Get up now. Get up.

It gives me great pleasure to inform you

that you are under arrest.

Espionage charges, weapons
charges, attempted murder.

Look, the U.S.
government was completely

blindsided to find out agent lange

and the fly team were in Oslo.

But if you let my people
handle this internally, I can

we're way past that.

He was warned twice.

Come on, sure, we may
have overstayed our welcome.

But you were in bed with a coyote

who just shot up half of holmenkollen.

And it was because
of you and this fly team

that the situation escalated
to violence to begin with.

- I wouldn't exactly say...
- ok. No, no, no, no.

I'm sorry, I apologize, foreign minister.

Let's all just take a breath here.

Let's entertain a scenario
in which our op was intended

to bring in actionable
intelligence on the kremlin.

And hypothetically, that
mission was successful.

He left us with a trove of information

that is beneficial to both of our countries.

What do you say to that?

And hypothetically,

I would ask where this intelligence is.

Tess, I know that you
have been through a lot,

and I'm sorry, but I need
to ask you a question,

and I need you to think real hard.

There's a password
for Cassidy's dossier.

Did she ever tell it to
you? Do you know it?

I don't. I'm sorry.

DC's only request is
that you prosecute them

as private citizens.

So that's it, then.

You're just going to leave us here

high and dry, even though
we saved an American life?

You knew the risks.

Tess, where'd you get that, the ink?

In the prison.

Who did it?

Angela did.

Amanda.

What is it?

It's a cipher.

I didn't know. I'm sorry.

That's because Angela couldn't tell you.

She knew your captors would
get it out of you if you did know.

You're certain this will work?

We'll find out soon enough.

My god.

Amanda, freeze the intake, please.

Wait, wait, what the
hell are you... shut up.

This could very well be
the greatest intelligence haul

since the venona project.

From what I gathered, there's
weapons tech, nuclear reserves,

Russian tentacles in
foreign governments,

including your own.

But if Norway wants to
fully comprehend this intel,

lange and the fly team walk.

Angie and I became confidants

at the first prison when we
were set to be transferred

to different locations.

An fsin agent showed
up because of supposed

intake discrepancies.

The fsin agent turned
out to be Scott forrester.

He was the one who pulled the strings

and switched our paperwork.

He said that he was only
able to get one of us out

right then and there,

but that if I took Angie's name,

his team would follow the
breadcrumbs and come get me.

And he was right.

Forrester and his mom,
where are they now?

They're on the run. They're safe.

But beyond that, I'm so
sorry. I don't... I don't know.

I mean, we might never know.

Cassidy's read in on every foxhole

and safe house in Russia,
all 6 million square miles of it.

If anybody can disappear
from the fsb, it's her.

Well, you've been through hell, Tess.

We know you have.

But you're here now. You're going home.

Thank you.

Tess, I have your son
and daughter on the line

whenever you're ready.

Ok.

Thank you.

Hey, Jason.

Hi, baby. Hi, is Katie there, too?

Hey, what's happening?

Well, I have an option
for you that I want you

to strongly consider, ok?

Ok.

If you're willing to provide
information on Karpov,

the United States will offer
you and your son citizenship.

But you are, of course,
more than welcome

to stay here in Norway.

No, no, no. United States.

I've got family there, an aunt and uncle,

four cousins, please.

Ok then, you're coming with us.

My god.

You're going to want to see this.

When we were trying
to track down Scott,

I snuck a facial rec zeroed
into Russian surveillance,

trolling for a match with his profile.

Well, I just got one.

This was taken 300 miles
west of the Bering strait,

- just minutes ago.
- Where are they headed?

Can't say for certain,

but that's spitting distance from Alaska.

We are obligated to forward
this to deputy director adell.

But that's your call.

Leave him be.

Wipe it.

Pleasure working with you all.

Hey.

Thank you.

Anytime.

Who was it?

Who'd you lose?

Anar zeynalov.

He was a translator on a
forced labor case in Azerbaijan.

Promises were made by
me, but then it all fell apart.

And the bosses got involved, so...

Seventh floor of hq is international ops.

There's a plaque there
with his name on it.

So do me a favor.

If you happen to see it,

raise a glass if you got one.

See you on down the road.

Tank!

Little dog.

- There we go, buddy.
- Hey.

Thanks, cam.

I keep expecting Scott to
be joining us any minute.

I know, with a six-pack of
good Hungarian beer, oof.

Or if it was one of those
weeks, good bottle of whiskey.

He, he got what he wanted,

the one thing that was
most important to him.

Think of how relieved he is right now.

To Scott.

Safe travels.

To Scott.