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I told your mom this trip might be a little longer

than the last one. You up for it?

Of course. That's even better.

You know, Tank used to be a police dog.

So does that mean he can tell

if he's around someone who's done bad things?

Well, that depends. Why did you ask me that?

What's going on?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Go!

Sign him up for a race.

And have him embarrass every other dog in Budapest?

Hey, so the other day, when I picked up Tank,

there was a man in your apartment.

Is that your dad? - Yeah.

Does he travel a lot?

I'm just wondering why I've never seen him before.

He's busy with his shop.

Here.

We should time him. See how fast he does 50 meters.

Zsolt, I want you to know

that you can talk to me about anything.

I know.

Like if there was ever anything weird at home.

They've been fighting,

my mom and dad, sometimes late into the night.

But that's normal, right?

Yeah. So, hey, what's your dad's name?

- Péter. - Péter?

Why don't you go with time Tank on that 50 meters, huh?

OK.

Tank, come.

[dog barks]

[keypad clicking]

[phone ringing]

- Hey. - Hey.

Can you do me a favor?

Can you nudge your HNP contacts

to run a full background check on a Péter Tamási?

Péter Tamási.

We got a new case?

No, this one is unofficial.

[speaking Turkish]

Sorry.

Need any help?

Please.

Wow, that's a lot of stuff.

I know, I know. Blame my nan.

Always sending me too many goodies.

You can never have too much Earl Grey.

I think you're testing the limit on that.

[sighs] Nonsense.

I'll pop it in here. You won't even notice.

Just be careful not to move any of...

[indistinct chatter]

[speaking Turkish]

Remember when you dropped your ice cream

and Daddy gave you his?

Oh, yeah. I remember.

Daddy is kind.

- Thank you. - Exactly.

Remember the duck face when we were on a duck?

[giggles]

- You want to do it now? - Yes.

Police!

[radio chatter]

Whoa!

Whoa. What's going on?

Open your bags.

Oh, we've already been through security.

Open your bag.

[speaking Turkish]

[dog sniffing]

[dog barking]

Open that bag now.

[speaking Turkish]

- Now. - Daddy, what is going on?

It's OK. It's OK. It's OK, sweetie.

[dog barking]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[stammering]

That's not...

None of that was there this morning.

Officer, please, this is not mine.

I've never seen that before.

Please don't. No, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait.

Get off her. - You, back off.

- Emily! - James!

Stop! You're hurting me!

- Emily! - James!

Emily!

♪ ♪

Earlier this morning, Emily Reid, ex-marine,

was detained in Istanbul

on charges of smuggling antiquities.

Doesn't Consular Affairs usually handle this directly?

Well, Turkey and the U.S. don't see eye to eye.

But you're bound together by NATO?

Sure, except three years ago, the Turks invaded Syria

even after D.C. and the rest of NATO

repeatedly tried to stop them.

It's been tense ever since.

Has the military been alerted since Emily's one of theirs?

They're choosing to lie low.

The second Turkey knows the military is involved,

this case makes headlines.

Consular Affairs gave us entry permits?

They were hoping we could find alternative channels.

Turkey isn't exactly under our jurisdiction.

Did they at least give us leads?

Found a way in.

- Already? - I told you she was good.

Last year, I worked a joint narcotics case

with Turkish intelligence.

Took down a network of Middle Eastern cartels

using Turkey as a pass-through.

One of the Turkish Intel agents was solid.

He's just arranged for us to fly in today.

Do you trust him?

He'll keep his mouth shut for an 18-year Lagavulin.

♪ ♪

I don't want there to be any issues for when they come.

- Yes, I understand. - Okay, you can go ahead.

Jen Mercer. Ankara Legat.

Scott Forrester. This is my team.

Agent Kellett, Raines, Vo.

Our Europol liaison, Megan Garretson.

Thank you for coming so quickly.

We tried to expedite Emily Reid's release,

but Turkish police are as stubborn as they come.

If you follow me...

Every resource we can spare, you have at your disposal.

This is Leyla Kaplan.

She's our local translator here at the embassy.

Used to work at the police station

where they're holding Emily Reid.

I thought I wanted to be a police officer,

but it didn't work out.

We'd like to speak to Emily Reid's husband.

Partner.

Not legally married. He's at their hotel.

Raines and I can go while you guys set up here.

Perfect.

You packed your luggage yourselves?

Yeah.

Did you ever leave your bags unattended?

No, Emily was a marine.

She's got eyes like a hawk.

She could tell you the license plates

of the five closest cars sitting behind us in traffic.

And you never lost eyes on your bags,

not even for a second?

We turned them over for airport inspections.

That was maybe a minute? Like, three minutes tops?

What were you doing in Turkey?

Emily has a small business exporting rugs to the States.

Zoey and I were just tagging along for vacation.

I hope this isn't a strange question,

but I saw in your file that you and Emily aren't married

but Zoey calls her "Mom."

Because she is my mom.

Zoey's birth mom died when she was one.

Emily and I got together a couple years after that.

And now, it's six years later,

and Emily is the only mom that Zoey's ever known.

But Emily doesn't believe in marriage.

And after my wife passed, I just...

You know, I thought, why go through all that again?

Did you speak to anyone at the airport

after Emily got arrested?

Yes, a police officer. Pulled me into a back room.

He kept mentioning something about a fee--

some kind of rush fee, I think he said.

Honestly, my head wasn't on straight.

You know, they'd separated me from Zoey,

and all I could think was, is she OK?

Is Zoey safe?

- Thank you, Mr. Greer. - Yeah.

And thank you for being so brave.

Is my mom gonna be OK?

I promise you that we will do everything in our power

to make sure your mom gets back home.

Smitty's contact hooked me up with the airport security feed.

Check it out.

Emily, James, and Zoey all go through security.

They check their carry-ons.

And luggage was clean when it went in.

There.

That's when he took the suitcase.

48 seconds later, they ran more checks,

but the bags never went through again.

And that's when Emily got screwed.

Bet you ten euros that if we pop over

to that souvenir shop down the street,

we'll find those exact same antiquities.

Why only target Emily?

Why not plant things in James' luggage and arrest them both?

A scared husband is more likely to fork over cash

if they're afraid their wife is getting roughed up.

Leyla, when you were at the station,

did this kind of thing happen often?

Certain groups in the Turkish police

aren't exactly known for their honesty.

Our local force is only 10% female, dictated by law.

I thought I could make a difference,

but I guess some people saw my idealism as prudishness.

- You quit? - No way.

I would have endured the name-calling till the end.

They disqualified me for having arrhythmia

a week before graduation.

Are you OK to go over there and translate?

Yeah, of course.

♪ ♪

[speaking Turkish]

[speaking Turkish]

Oh, Leyla.

[speaking Turkish]

Hey, don't give him the satisfaction.

Mudur Dogan.

Pleasure to have you, Agent Forrester.

Agent Vo. Please, this way.

My department is more than willing

to cooperate with the FBI.

Oh, great, then let's get this buttoned up.

So our investigation should be complete

by the end of the week, so in the meantime,

please enjoy your stay in Ankara.

Well, with all due respect, we've done our own digging.

What happened here seems fairly cut and dry.

How about we wrap this up by, say, end of day?

I wish it was possible, but unfortunately,

my team is still running the investigation.

We know about the scam

that your officers have been running at the airport.

Scam?

Zero in on some nice-looking tourists,

throw a couple of rusted samovars in their bags,

scare the hell out of them till they pay up?

That's a serious accusation.

Investigating that will take time.

Look, if you're angling for an expediting fee,

this will not go down the way you think it will.

I don't know who you've been talking to.

There is no expediting fee under my watch,

I can assure you. - Huh.

Now, you want me to point fingers at my own men.

All I'm saying is, I owe it to them to follow due process.

Watch the security tapes.

Shouldn't take you more than ten minutes,

and this gets squared up today.

But take your time,

and D.C. is gonna start asking questions.

I mean, do you want to be the center

of the next big diplomatic incident?

Now, if your American is indeed innocent,

I will personally apprehend the officers involved myself.

So in the meantime, as a show of good faith,

I will start the paperwork for her release,

but I will not halt the investigation.

Great.

Can we speak with Emily? - Of course.

[speaking Turkish]

Here you go.

James and Zoey, are they safe?

Yes, they're under embassy protection.

Thank God.

OK, OK.

You are with Consular Affairs?

FBI.

I take it the Turks aren't making this easy.

Well, we're working on it.

Hoping to get you out of here by the end of today.

[conversing in Turkish]

Get me out.

Paperwork is already--

Get me out now...

before they find out who I really am.

[shouting in Turkish]

- Hey, hey, hey. - What's happening?

- What are you doing? - What is going on?

- What are you doing? Hey! - Please help.

Help me! Help me! - Hey!

Hey, we're not done here! - Help me, please!

Some show of good faith.

You didn't tell me she was a spy.

♪ ♪

My men found this in your American's rented apartment

hidden inside the walls.

Do you have a warrant

to tear open an American citizen's home?

When I got a call the FBI landed,

I thought it was best to get a head start

on due diligence, no?

I mean, feel free to file a complaint if you see fit.

Now, tell me, why would anyone

go through the pain of picking apart the drywall,

hiding this, and patching it all up, hmm?

Can you tell us what this device is?

My top IT team are on it.

Might not even be from this decade.

I think it's American spy equipment.

You've never moved into a new place

and found all kinds of weird stuff

the previous tenant left behind?

I mean, you said it yourself, someone would have

to smash the drywall, hide this thing,

wire it up, repatch the wall.

Not what I'd waste my time on for an apartment I barely use.

I considered that, but then I wondered

why the FBI was so keen to speed things up, hmm?

I mean, it's not even been 24 hours

since she has been arrested.

Let me take this back to the embassy.

I'll have my team run a full diagnostic.

I have served as Ankara's district director

for 15 years now,

and there's one thing that I have learned:

always err on the side of caution.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

We will keep you apprised of any developments.

You're sure she's a spy?

Oh, yeah. That transmitter is CIA.

Agency started using them back in 2018

when they expanded cyber ops against Iran.

OK, what happens when Dogan finds that out?

They're gonna question her

until she confesses or begs to die.

So why did he come to us?

Why not take this to Turkish Intel?

Did you catch the way Dogan said 15 years?

He's hoping this is a name-making score.

Well, he must have had his eye on her for a while

because they singled her out.

Those airport police pull this scam all the time.

They had no idea who she was.

The only reason Dogan got roped into this

is because James called the embassy.

General Finley's on the line.

I've got a SCIF set up.

My hope was for this

to be resolved quickly without incident,

but clearly, I underestimated the Turkish police.

With all due respect, General,

my team should have been briefed.

Emily Reid's an NOC agent. NSA.

Every person who knows her true identity is a liability.

They raided her apartment and found her covert transmitter.

That is your liability.

Without her authenticator, it'll never boot up.

And she'll never hand it over.

Nothing will break that soldier.

Doesn't mean the Turks won't try.

All the more urgency to get her out.

If I am putting my team at risk,

I need to know how much fire is in this powder keg.

Her real name is Isabel Yilmaz.

She's been posing as an exporter of Turkish goods

while compiling highly sensitive intel

about Turkey's military capabilities.

Her asset works for the Turkish Armed Forces.

If that asset starts talking,

it's all the proof they need to lock her up.

I tried to find him.

Problem is, he's so high-level

he refused to provide intel

unless his real name was scrubbed from his file.

I only know him by his codename: "Redland."

So we figure out who Redland is, then we get Emily out.

My team will provide any resources you need.

All right, one more thing.

The husband--partner-- what does he know?

They're not married.

Well, they've been together for six years.

Hell, I've seen agents' marriages crash

and burn in half that time.

I don't make the rules.

Need to know doesn't cover him.

We need James.

If Emily met with Redland,

then he is the only person who can provide us intel.

♪ ♪

Is Emily even her real name?

All you want is answers. Trust me, I get that.

But, James, the most important thing right now

is that we get Emily back to D.C.

She said she was named after her grandma

who passed away before she was born.

"Grandma Emmy," she called her.

She even showed me a picture.

I need you to focus, James.

As betrayed as you may be right now,

I know that you still care about her, okay?

And I know that you want her home safe.

I need you to think,

did she meet with anyone while you were here in Ankara?

I didn't spend the last week tracking her every movement.

Maybe in your line of work, that's par for the course.

I'm not built like that. I trusted her.

God, this is--

this is why she didn't want to get married.

None of that changes how she feels about you.

I saw her today.

And you know the one thing that she asked me?

"Are James and Zoey safe?"

Now, come on. Think for me.

One night, she stepped away from dinner

to meet a friend from university.

His name was Sam.

I pulled records of all the students enrolled

in Emily's college program and her PhD.

All of her files back then

are under the name Isabel Yilmaz.

Out of everyone with "Sam" in their name,

six have possible ties to Turkey.

Unfortunately, none of them

fit the profile for Emily's source.

This is a good start. Let's look into all six.

Interesting codename, "Redland."

There's this street that used to be called Redland Road,

but the city renamed it for the Queen's jubilee.

Raines, can you check if there's anything of note

on a street called Elizabeth Place?

Oh, that's good. That's good.

Nothing but a convenience store

and a couple apartment buildings.

Tenant info doesn't go that far back.

The British government keeps rental records

for all foreign nationals in the U.K.

OK, I found something interesting.

Sami Osman.

Visiting lecturer in applied nuclear physics

during the time Emily was at Oxford.

Currently, logistics officer for the Turkish Armed Forces.

Logistics officer? What does that mean?

That's a blanket term to stop anyone from digging deeper.

Everything goes cold after that.

No social media, no tags, nothing.

So either he's the world's biggest recluse,

or Armed Forces wanted to scrub his presence off the Internet.

Osman has likely got the highest level of clearance.

The focus of his dissertation

was fuel efficiency for next-gen atomic systems.

There are rumors in European intelligence

that Turkey's been beefing up their nuclear capabilities.

NATO would never let that go unchecked.

What if NATO isn't read-in?

Given his expertise,

he must be integral to that program.

He's got to be Redland.

I've got an address.

You and Kellett, secure Osman.

Hey, Director Dogan is in the lobby.

♪ ♪

Oh, apologies for the intrusion.

Not at all. This is my colleague from Europol,

Megan Garrison.

Your American, she denied the device was hers.

That was expected, but we have a team

who have traced her movements since she arrived in Ankara.

And we have footage of her entering a hotel

with Sami Osman.

Does this name mean anything to you?

Did you ask Emily?

Well, she refused to answer any of my questions.

Well, it's not a crime to walk into a hotel lobby.

With a man who's not your husband?

It seems to me you're spinning your wheels.

Until you have solid proof of any wrongdoing--

The most worthwhile truths

are often the hardest to uncover.

Yes, which is exactly what my team is trying to do.

So if you don't mind, I have to get back to work.

Please excuse me.

I'll level with you.

Forrester has been doing you a favor.

My vote was to take this straight to Europol.

Hasn't Turkey spent the last 15 years

under observation for membership

with a keen eye on its human rights abuses?

My team will continue to investigate

for however long it takes.

We appreciate your patience.

♪ ♪

There he is. There's Sami.

[sirens wailing]

[tires screeching]

[shouting in Turkish]

[sirens wailing]

♪ ♪

If Osman cracks, they will bury Emily Reid

in a hole so deep

she will forget what daylight feels like.

And no amount of diplomacy is gonna convince Dogan.

Now, General Finley is working

on getting James and Zoey out of Ankara.

Our orders are to move in on the police station

before they transfer Emily somewhere we cannot get to her.

Wait, are you talking about a jailbreak?

Yes.

Now look, this is a regional facility

in the Emniyet district.

It is not a supermax.

- How soon? - Tonight.

Raines, Vo, and I will secure Emily.

Kellett, you and Smitty work with Mercer

on an escape route.

Copy that.

Is everyone good?

Raines?

You know I got you no matter what.

If you have any doubts--

any of you-- I'm all ears.

Even if we get Emily out of her secure cell--

and that's a massive if--

we still got to get her out of the station.

We don't know the layout.

We have no clue what personnel might be posted.

This kind of recon is for HRT.

We don't have time. We're not waiting on HRT.

Leyla, the translator.

I mean, she knows that station inside out.

Security cameras are here, here, and here

and two more over here.

I'll scrub the cameras.

And I'll sneak off and find us a radio.

7:00, they do a personnel change.

The night shift operates with a skeleton crew.

Then that's our window.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

The station is closed for the night.

I have urgent business with Director Dogan.

And I have strict orders

not to let anybody inside the station.

I can come back tomorrow.

And when Dogan hears what I have to say,

you want to tell him why I had to wait till morning,

or should I?

Come on. Pick up the phone.

Tell Dogan we have intel on Osman.

If he tells us to get lost, we'll leave.

Identification.

[speaking Turkish]

[speaking Turkish]

[speaking Turkish]

[speaking Turkish]

[speaking Turkish]

[speaking Turkish]

Mmm, can I interest you in Turkey's finest?

No, thank you.

So you have something about Osman, huh?

Yeah, he's a client of Emily's.

Sold her three Persian rugs.

Is that all?

Well, they've known each other before.

That is classified information.

I'm sorry. She's new to the field.

You were saying about Osman.

Osman and Emily have known each other for a long time.

The three rugs that I mentioned,

those were just recorded transactions.

Osman has been selling things under the table

for at least six years.

Well, we will soon find out enough

if what you say is true.

[speaking Turkish]

Let me talk to her.

I'll confirm the facts, hand over the ledgers.

That'll save you from resorting to extreme means.

[speaking Turkish]

Let me talk to her.

No, not at all.

Not something that's crucial. I want to question her.

Timeout.

You are more than welcome to speak to her.

[speaking Turkish]

♪ ♪

[knocks at door]

- Took it from the locker room. - Nice work.

[locks clicks]

Have you eaten?

I need to ask you something,

and it's important that you're 100% honest with me.

Understood?

The Turks have a video of you entering a hotel

with a man named Sami Osman,

and they want to know how you're connected.

I told Dogan he was a client.

That's exactly right.

We know Osman sold you more items than you accounted for.

Why hide these transactions?

Standard practice for premium clients.

Dealing in cash saves them the trouble

of declaring a $10,000 profit.

Great.

So Sami and I-- [coughing]

[speaking Turkish]

Okay, there's a vending machine around the corner.

[coughing continues]

[lock beeps]

Go when I say go.

You sure I cannot tempt you?

We could be here all night.

I'm good.

[speaking Turkish]

Huh, looks like we are finally getting somewhere.

Can't imagine the Armed Forces

is gonna be too pleased to find out

one of their logistics officers is missing.

[chuckles]

Well, here in Turkey, we reward the initiative.

Once Osman admits to aiding your American spy,

I'll get my pick of postings

within a department of my choosing.

[phone ringing]

[speaking Turkish]

[speaking Turkish]

[powering down]

[sirens wailing]

Hello? Hello?

[shouting in Turkish]

[speaking Turkish]

[speaking Turkish]

[shouting in Turkish]

[speaking Turkish]

That should do it.

[door unlocks] - Go.

Leyla, seriously thank you.

You sure you will be OK?

The embassy is taking care of me.

In Turkish, we don't say good luck.

We say "kolay gelsin," which means "may it all be easy."

Kolay gelsin to you, Leyla.

[shouting in Turkish]

♪ ♪

[speaking Turkish]

- [speaking Turkish] - [speaking Turkish]

[speaking Turkish]

[radio static]

[speaking Turkish]

[grunting]

[knocks at door]

Huh?

I've got two officers behind us.

[both panting]

All right, there should be a hallway

coming up on your left.

Go through the gate.

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

There's more in front of you.

♪ ♪

We've got eyes on both sides.

OK, on your left, unlocked office.

[shouting in Turkish]

Hurry, hurry.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

I got you, Vo.

♪ ♪

[speaking Turkish]

Go, Vo. Now.

[growling]

[gate unlocks]

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

- Are you OK? - I'm fine.

Osman, is he safe?

My orders were to get you out.

Wait, wait, wait. What?

You don't understand. We need to secure Osman.

They got to him first. He confessed, gave you both up.

He's a Turkish citizen under Turkish custody.

There's nothing that we can do.

Sami wasn't just an asset.

He's a friend. He's a friend.

How long did it take you to flip him?

I don't know. Five years, maybe six.

Yeah, there's a reason why you had to work him that long.

He knew the risks.

♪ ♪

Brilliant.

- Let's go. - This way. Let's go quickly.

Come on. Hurry up.

With me. - All right, let's go.

We'll get rid of the van in case it showed up

on any traffic cams and got tailed.

Go, go.

Okay, move.

All right, get it done. - Next.

That was some hat trick.

The embassy can't thank you enough.

Likewise.

The GPS coords for our rendezvous point

with Finley's team are plugged into everyone's vehicles.

Wouldn't a convoy be safer?

We split off in pairs, take separate routes.

This way, it reduces visibility.

Emily, you're with Smitty in the silver Skoda.

Vo and Raines in the Opel.

Scott, you and me.

Rally and roll!

♪ ♪

James and Zoey?

General Finley's team got them out.

[sirens wailing]

Damn it.

[shouting in Turkish]

Any word from Smitty?

She was on track ten minutes ago.

It says her and Emily are in Adana,

two miles south from here.

Scott, they're not moving.

[beeping]

Oh.

[engine starts]

Stay quiet. Try to relax.

We're cooked.

Here. Take this.

Act like you've been drinking.

[radio chatter]

Good evening, Officer.

You ran a red light two stops ago.

Did I?

Oh, you know, it's because

I'm so used to the gearstick being on the left.

Sorry.

License and registration.

Who's your friend?

Oh, she's had a bit of a rough night in the pub.

Hey, you.

Both of you out of the car.

Out of the car!

Okay.

[grunts]

[tires screeching]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[sirens wailing]

[panting]

Whew!

Oh!

[phone ringing] - Forrester?

I'm almost there.

Approaching the tunnel. Two minutes.

♪ ♪

Ready when you are.

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

[shouting in Turkish]

[distant shouting]

James and Zoey will be waiting for you

when you get back to Budapest.

OK, OK.

Emily, we briefed James.

What? I don't...

He's my partner. He had no part in this.

Why would you do that?

You brought him here to Turkey.

We had no other option.

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

Zoey?

Zoey! Hey! - Mom! Mom!

Hey!

- [sobbing] - Hi.

Oh, I missed you so much.

Oh, so much.

Hi.

Okay, okay.

Okay. Okay, sweetheart.

- Hey. - Hey.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪