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The nuclear missile has been stolen.

This has the potential to escalate

into something unthinkable.

I programmed the drones to help flag anything

that emits radiation.

[tire whooshes]

Yusuf Sydin,

suspected of selling chemical and biological weapons

to terrorist organizations.

Cooperate, and you will be rewarded.

[tires squealing]

Olivia Thornton is an illicit arms broker.

She's been using her cover as a travel blogger

to hide for almost 20 years.

We're going to need some kind of leverage.

That's a cute kid.

This is the part where you start talking.

[computer beeping]

That's our truck. That's our missile.

FBI! Drop your weapon!

Missile is secured.

Thornton's testimony is the key

to prove that Sydin intended to purchase the missile.

Now that Sydin knows that I've cooperated with you,

he'll do anything to take me out and my family.

I just got a bad hit off this van driver.

That's Sydin's bodyguard. We're moving now!

[suspenseful music]

[explosion]

[car alarms blaring]

[distant shouting and chatter]

[coughing]

[ominous music]

♪

[wheezing]

[coughs]

[distant siren wailing]

♪

[debris clattering]

[coughing]

♪

[chandelier crashes]

Hey. What happened? Who did this?

Your colleagues are injured.

Why aren't you handcuffed?

She uncuffed me, the redhead, so I could go and get help.

- Hey, you're coming with me. - Is anyone hurt?

[grunts]

- Call out. - Hey. Hey.

Forrester. Hey.

[coughing]

Jamie! - Scott?

[gasps] - Raines?

Where's Tank? - Outside.

- Jamie! - Here.

Jamie!

[debris clatters] - Over here.

[all coughing] I'm okay.

Jamie.

I got you. You all right?

- Yeah. - OK.

Vo?

Damian, Smitty, call out!

[grunts]

Vo, call out.

[coughs]

I'm OK. - Smitty.

Scott. Scott.

Smitty.

I'm right here.

You OK? I got you. Come on.

[coughs]

[groans]

Powell?

[groans] Yeah.

I'm good.

[metal and wood creaking]

- Where's Thornton? - Gone.

She ran past me on my way up the stairs.

She took my handcuff keys

and my gun.

146 Teglaveto Street. There's been an explosion.

An American suspect is wanted, Olivia Thornton.

She's armed. - Smitty.

Are you OK?

[wood creaking]

Damian!

[screams]

Raines!

[screaming]

I need help!

[screaming]

- [groaning] - [groaning]

[screams]

Damian, get the other side.

On three.

One, two, three.

[all groaning]

[screaming]

Come on.

One, two, three.

[all grunting] Come on!

Move!

[screaming]

[metal creaks]

[all grunting]

[groans]

Hey--don't look, don't look.

Smitty.

Stay with me, Smitty. Stay with me.

[rod clatters]

Don't look. Don't look.

Don't look. Don't look. Don't look.

You're gonna be OK. You're gonna be OK.

You're gonna be OK.

Keep breathing for me, Raines.

You're going to be OK, bud. All right.

- Come on, Raines. - OK, Raines.

You're gonna be all right, buddy.

Come on.

Keep breathing. Keep breathing. On three.

One, two, three. - [groans]

There you go. All right.

It's OK.

I--I--I can't--

I can't feel my leg.

♪

You're OK.

You're gonna be OK.

I can't feel my leg.

I can't--I can't feel my leg. I can't feel my leg.

Just hang in there, Andre.

Hang in there, OK?

It's all right.

[dramatic music]

♪

[tense music]

Everything's gonna be all right, OK?

I'm fine, OK?

I don't need to go to the hospital.

You do. Listen to me.

I'll go with them. - Constant updates.

- Of course. - Where's Thornton?

That's your first concern?

♪

Not by a long shot. We're teammates, of course.

She fled with one of our service weapons.

We got Tim Connelly.

- Hell of a way to meet. - Tell me about it.

Scott Forrester.

This is Damian Powell, Cameron Vo.

Yusuf Sydin, arms dealer.

We arrested him with the help of Olivia Thornton.

We had her here ready to make a statement against Sydin

when all hell broke loose.

Sydin's bodyguard must have gained access

to the first floor, set the charge.

Now, how they found out our location is a question

I wouldn't mind getting answered.

- So they were after Thornton? - Must have been.

And they didn't give a damn who they killed in the process.

I'll coordinate an armed watch for both of your agents

at the hospital. - OK. Great.

Damian, you took a pretty good hit.

You want to get checked for a concussion?

No way.

You can work out of our conference room

at the embassy.

You also have the full support and backing

of the Pentagon on this, just tell me what you need.

I want Yusuf Sydin in an interrogation room

in 20 minutes.

[phone chimes]

Andre and Smitty just got admitted to Buda Med.

Getting examined right now.

OK, everybody, this is Amanda Tate,

our intel analyst out of HQ Division.

She's yours as long as you need.

Now, we owe an update

to the International Operations Division.

I'll handle that. - Great.

I'm gonna need a few things, Amanda.

Walk with me.

I want to know everything about Olivia Thornton.

Raines already pulled the file. - I got it.

It's up in the conference room. - Yusuf Sydin, same thing.

S-Y-- - Also up.

Also all you know about his bodyguard.

We only have a photo of him on the first floor.

Ran it. His name is Demir Ahmad.

Full sheet up in the conference room.

I also need a link up with New York.

They should be awake by now. - Already did. And they are.

I'm gonna get this son of a bitch.

Watch me.

Demir's photo is out to all law enforcement across Europe.

An Interpol Orange Notice has also been filed on Demir,

and New York is swearing out a warrant right now to upgrade

that to a Red Notice, which would immediately

prevent him from traveling. - We know what a Red Notice is.

We need Thornton. She's the key to finding Sydin.

Which Sydin knows.

Guaranteed, he's still after her.

Which means we need to get to her before Demir does.

It shouldn't be too hard. She's not built for this.

No, she has a plan.

When she was first popped in, she wanted immunity

for her family and the ability to go to her safe house

in Copenhagen. She had it all worked out.

She's just on to plan C now.

What psych profile did Raines dig up on her

from her employer 20 years ago?

Lone wolf syndrome

and narcissistic personality disorder.

Sounds like somebody wired to leave their kid

at the curb if they needed to. - Not from what I saw.

She broke down in tears when she finally

got to talk to him on the phone.

Well, maybe that was the big goodbye,

and she knew it.

Still, I want the dad here and the kid.

They're with the-- - Hungarian National Police.

- Yes. - I'll call,

get them transported.

Oh. The son is six.

Meaning?

Not sure what you're gonna get out of a six-year-old.

I've got Sydin down in the basement.

♪

Your bodyguard--

I guess we could refer to him as a hitman now--

Demir Ahmad,

he blew up our offices, and he tried

to blow us up as well.

Oh, that's certainly news to me.

I'm going to address the Oxford-educated Yusuf Sydin

for a minute, the one who probably played darts,

drank pints down at The Crown on the weekends,

not Yusuf Sydin, the arms dealer.

Suspected arms dealer.

I know he was doing your bidding.

Give us his whereabouts, and you will get consideration.

You know what I dislike intensely,

even more than caffé Americano?

Vague assurances.

Everything I already laid out to you yesterday

applies, Yusuf.

Well, then my request from yesterday

to speak with legal counsel should also still apply.

I saw you spent a considerable amount of time

in Afghanistan.

I worked on an FBI task force there for six months.

A local cop, he became a friend,

and he told me something that I will never forget.

He said the reason there is a disconnect

between Western law enforcement

and their world is because the desert

is not about justice.

It is about revenge.

And for the first time,

I truly understand what he meant.

Understanding something and attaining it

are two separate things.

[tense music]

♪

I can't have Sydin on ice here much longer.

DOJ through the Pentagon is screaming at me

to go wheels up with him ASAP, not to mention,

the Hungarians being none too pleased with having

a foreign national in U.S. custody on their soil.

I'm a little more concerned about trying

to find the guy who tried to kill me and my team.

Scott, if Sydin gets kicked loose in the U.S.

on a technicality, we'll have a funded,

connected, and majorly pissed-off

known terrorist inside the homeland,

and there will be a terrorist attack

on the United States in the near future,

and Sydin will waive his fee on it.

I've got New York on the comms link.

All right, we just-- we need to buy some time, OK?

Tell the DOJ that the bomb spooked the Hungarians

and we have to redo flight clearances.

I don't know, whatever. Anything.

[dramatic music]

Putting him through now.

[computer beeps]

- Hey, Scott. - Jubal.

- How's everyone? - We got--

Raines and Smitty are in the hospital.

Cameron's getting updates as we speak.

OK, well, we'll keep a good thought on our end.

Yeah, we'll take it.

Look, man, I'm gonna need a full interagency workup

on Yusuf Sydin and any lever that we can throw,

CIA, NSA, DHS, state, everybody.

Yep, will do, and I've got

the Southern District of the U.S. Attorney's Office

drafting charges: attack against federal officers,

act of terrorism, use of weapon of mass destruction,

conspiracy, the works.

OK. Perfect. Thank you.

Hey, Scott, if you need me, I will hop on a plane right now,

even if I got to pay for the ticket myself.

I appreciate that, brother. [phone rings]

Why don't you go ahead and take that?

We'll get cracking on our end. - Yeah, sounds good.

Hello? Agent Forrester.

It's a good thing you gave me your business card.

I wouldn't have known how to reach you.

[dramatic music]

Where are you?

At the corner of Don't Worry About It

and Let's Make A Deal. - Turn yourself in, Olivia.

It's your best chance of survival.

Maybe.

But what does that survival even look like?

You were throwing out some pretty grim scenarios

when the hammer was in your hands.

22-hour lockdown? Remember that?

I remember that. Well, let's revisit that deal.

To be completely honest,

it's a seller's market right now.

Your testimony has taken on a whole new meaning

since Sydin greenlit a hit on me and my team.

Figure out the details.

I'll call you back in half an hour.

Turn yourself in, Olivia.

Protect yourself, OK?

Protect your family. I promise--

Oh, save it.

You can't even protect your own team.

Don't lowball me, or you'll never hear from me again.

30 minutes.

♪

- Nothing. - [sighs]

Scott.

Yeah?

It's Jamie.

[soft dramatic music]

Hey.

Smitty's stable.

They just stitched her up, and she's in recovery.

Good. Good.

But Raines...

♪

What?

He didn't just break his leg.

He--he severed his femoral artery

and is in hemorrhagic shock.

They've already given him 15 units of blood,

but he's losing it as fast as he gets it.

Um, OK. He's in the OR?

He's about to go in, but, um... it's bad.

♪

They have to amputate above the arterial damage

from the thigh down.

What?

I've been trying to get a hold of his family,

but with the time difference...

We should try to get any help we can from HQ,

military base hospital, anything.

These doctors seem on it, but this is--

this is permanent.

OK. OK.

[sniffles]

[speaking Hungarian]

They're taking him to the OR. I've got to go.

God.

[somber music]

[sobs]

No, no, no, Jamie.

Don't let them. - OK.

- Don't let them do it. - OK.

- Promise. - I'll be right here, Andre.

I need to hear you say it.

I promise, I won't let them amputate.

Why would you say that to him?

Just please, promise you will do

whatever you can to save his leg.

I'm trying to save his life.

This hospital only has so much blood product.

And at the rate he's bleeding out,

if we don't get this under control,

he's going to die.

Amputation may be the only option.

I'm not a vascular surgeon, but I'm going to do what I can.

But please, don't make any more promises to him.

[somber music]

♪

This is a complete shock to me and to my son.

- Which part? - Everything. All of it.

But you were aware that she was working as an arms dealer.

Absolutely not.

She seriously hid that from you?

You expect me to believe that?

She fooled you, didn't she?

I knew her for 30 minutes. You knew her for 10 years.

Yes.

I can see why you might think that.

I probably would too.

But I swear to you, I didn't know.

She traveled a lot. She did her blog.

That's all I knew.

And there was a part of her that was very aloof.

We kept separate apartments.

We never married.

Part of me liked that because it gave me my own space

to focus on my art.

Look, you have to believe me.

I'd never be with someone, have a child with someone

who was involved in something so reprehensible

as dealing in weapons.

When's the last time you spoke with her?

The morning before she was arrested,

we were talking about who was going to pick up

David from daycare.

It is vital that we find her before the people

who are after her get a chance to finish the job.

And who knows how many people they will kill to get to her?

I understand, and if I could help you I would.

- Then think. - I am!

I have been. I've been racking my brain.

But unfortunately, the person

that I thought that I knew isn't.

[tense music]

I might to have to talk to your son now.

No. Why?

I'm not giving you permission. - I don't need it.

The FBI is gonna be putting him in Child Protective Services.

It is my belief that you are not

acting in his best interest.

It is my belief that you are putting him in harm's way

to protect Olivia. - I'm not.

I would never do that.

She lied to us both.

She--she put us both at risk.

I swear to you. Please, don't do this.

Then tell me where she is right now.

I don't know.

♪

What are you drawing?

Is that a wave?

You're a very talented artist, David,

just like your dad, right?

[clicks tongue] Hello.

[sighs]

Where's my dad?

He's just giving us some information.

I want to go home.

David...

[soft dramatic music]

David.

[crying softly]

♪

Just one second.

♪

Send him home with the dad.

Make sure HNP knows so they can provide protection.

- Will do. - Whoa.

We believe the dad enough to kick him?

Yes. We do.

That is why I just approved his release.

Because I'd be happy to take him on.

Damian, how about you do what I tell you to do?

Raines is in the hospital because he saved my life.

And I want this Demir guy as bad as anybody,

so you are just gonna have to deal with me double checking

the million things coming at us right now

to make sure that we don't let anything of value

slip through our hands.

[dramatic music]

♪

[clears throat]

When's Thornton supposed to call us back?

10 minutes.

I'm fine. You don't understand.

I'm not in pain. My vision is no longer blurred.

Can I please leave now and get back to work?

Jamie, tell them, please?

Smitty, you have to let them do their job.

[sighs]

[phone rings]

OK. Please be quick.

Jubal.

They still pushing for amputation?

Last I heard.

Apparently, he's also at risk of an anemia-related

heart attack if they can't stop the bleeding.

OK, so-- so look, Dr. Elena Harper,

she's one of the top vascular surgeons

at Johns Hopkins.

She's at a conference in Vienna.

How long until she can get here?

She just boarded a NATO Black Hawk.

She's gonna arrive on the hospital's helipad

in 25 minutes. - Oh, my God.

Thank you. - Of course.

And Jamie, if there's anything else you may need,

just call me.

Will do.

[tense music]

♪

Her apartment?

Both her and her baby daddy's places

have been searched, cleared, and secured by the HNP.

♪

[phone rings]

Forrester.

You have an oddly trustworthy face.

Do you know that?

Well, I've had worse things said about me.

Look, I know how this works.

You can't make any guarantees in terms of sentencing,

what have you, so I decided

to take you at your word.

Plus, my neck is getting a little stiff

from having to constantly look over my shoulder.

- Where are you? - Oh, no, no, no.

I'll come to you. One hour.

OK. U.S. Embassy.

I'd like a full dinner when I arrive,

a last meal, as it were.

We could arrange that. Why one hour?

Last little tour of the free world.

I actually did take my travel blogging seriously,

and I was quite good at it.

4,500 subscribers to my newsletter.

I don't know if you read any of my dispatches,

but, yes, there are a few last places

I'd like to see. - Well, I'd rather you didn't.

One hour.

Oh, and I'm vegan, by the way, as it pertains to that meal.

[line clicks]

What?

She has a tell.

Remember, we almost let her go at the off-site,

and she started spinning that story

about the Mont-Saint-Michel Abbey?

Right.

She was talking too much, too fast, too many details.

She just did the same thing.

♪

There's no shot she's turning herself in.

So then she's running,

and she wants us parked here waiting for her

while she pulls off whatever she's got planned.

Why is she waiting this long to bolt?

HNP said Thornton's partner refused police protection

and left the station with her son.

Sounds like someone's planning a family reunion.

But where, though?

Do we have the dad's phone tracked?

Nothing, but I do have a hit on the son.

How are we tracking the son?

I put a tracking device in the stuffed animal I gave him.

Hell, yeah.

How long has he been at that location?

- Six minutes. - That's right near a tram stop.

Maybe the dad dumped the toy there,

and they're on the move.

OK, put a photo out of the dad and the kid citywide.

- Yep. - The tram stops at the corner.

Can you pull up its route?

She has to have a safe house somewhere in town, right?

I mean, she had that place in Copenhagen

she kept in her back pocket

in case she needed to disappear.

How else she got the phone she's been calling from?

And she sure as hell isn't walking around

covered in dust from that explosion.

The shell company that she used

to pay for her son's daycare, that was--

DH Asset Management Services.

- Dig into that. - I already did.

She didn't purchase any apartments.

Well, it's got to be something else then.

Remember, she kept a cover as a travel blogger

for the last 15 years,

hiding the fact that she was an arms dealer.

It's got to be something benign,

something unexpected, where she could have a go bag,

a pair of clothes, a vehicle.

How about a doner kebab stand in District Nine

that's been out of business for the last seven years?

Here it is on the map.

[soft dramatic music]

That tram line runs right to it.

Bingo. We're out of here.

♪

[elevator dings]

Dr. Harper?

Special Agent Jamie Kellett.

I've reviewed the X-rays and spoke with Dr. Lakatos.

We got a plan. - Which is?

Vascular reconstruction.

We'll stabilize the fracture then start reconnecting

the blood vessels.

It's going to take time. A lot of time.

But if we can stop the bleeding,

it's the best chance we have to salvage the limb.

Thank you for coming. Thank you.

I haven't done anything yet.

Let's save his life first.

Excuse me, miss?

I'm good, and I'm leaving against medical advice

or whatever you need to write down in your chart.

Thanks for your help.

Andre?

His best chance is scrubbing up for surgery right about now.

You got this?

I need to go make myself useful.

Go.

[tense music]

♪

What do we got?

Just parked.

Got something behind us heading toward the restaurant.

Thornton just walked out. Move in.

Remember, she's armed and dangerous

as far as we know.

Mama!

Olivia.

Get your hands out of your pockets.

♪

Olivia.

Don't do this in front of your kid.

Get your hands out of your pockets now.

♪

[tires screeching]

Everybody, down! - [screams]

[gunshots] - [yelps]

[tires screeching]

Mom!

[suspenseful music]

You're OK.

No!

- [gasping] - No.

No!

Olivia!

[tires squeal]

♪

Get in!

♪

Go, go, go!

- I'm sorry. - Hang on, OK?

Just hold on. Everything's gonna be OK.

Tell him I'm sorry.

My son.

[somber music]

OK.

[gasps]

♪

Go, go, go, go! [tires squealing]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[people shouting]

Move, get out of the way!

Back up! [car horn blares]

Go around him. Go around him.

All right. All right. Go!

[tires screech]

- I've got him. - Out of the car!

[yelps]

[gunfire] - Get down. Get down.

Back up. Back up.

[gear cranks] OK, gun it. Go, go, go!

♪

Get around him.

- [yelps] - [grunts]

[gunfire]

[gun clicks] Ah, I'm out.

Get in front of him. Get in front of him.

Powell, what are you doing? Fill me in here.

We need to head him off. Keep accelerating.

Stop, now. Pull over.

[tires squeal]

♪

[grunts]

[tires screech] - [yelps]

[car horn beeps]

[footsteps banging, thunking]

[gun clicks]

♪

[yelps, grunts]

[screams]

[siren blaring]

[both grunting]

♪

[officers shouting in Hungarian]

[groans]

♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! FBI!

FBI. He's with us. He's with us.

[officers speaking in Hungarian]

[tense music]

[medical machine beeping]

♪

Scalpel.

[soft indistinct chatter]

Excuse me.

Do you have a pen I could borrow?

- Yes. - Thank you.

♪

[indistinct] the artery.

Sutures.

We can close this.

♪

[phone clacks]

Nothing.

Nothing on his connection to Sydin?

Nothing, period.

Apparently, Demir hasn't said a word.

So then when do we get to interview him?

Well, unless we're in possession of information

HNP doesn't already have, then we're on standby.

If this guy doesn't talk, Sydin walks,

and we put a terrorist back on the street who's going

to have more motivation-- - I know. I know.

Interview room feed.

HNP sent us the link?

Got it.

He's just chilling.

Why isn't anybody leaning on him?

Actually, you know what?

Turn this off. I don't want to see this.

You know, I want to know how Demir knew

Thornton's location and same with him

knowing where our off-site was.

HNP's wondering the same thing.

They're conducting an internal investigation

to see if one of their officers is on the take.

Well, I'll solve it for them. One of them is.

[door clicks]

Jamie.

What's Raines's status?

Surgery was a success.

They stopped the bleeding and reconstructed

the damaged vessels.

He's got a long road before he's back on his feet,

but yeah, he's gonna be all right.

[chuckles]

We're intact. Thank God.

Um...

[soft dramatic music]

I'm leaving.

♪

Leaving what? What are you talking about?

This, the Fly Team.

I'm transferring to the Washington Field Office.

I leave tomorrow.

♪

Just give it a couple of days.

That's all I ask.

Scott, it's done.

Listen,

when my sister took her own life,

at the memorial service, I made a promise

I'd live my life for both of us.

And even though I've checked a lot off that list,

served my country, traveled, fell in love...

[soft dramatic music]

I ran away,

from my mom, from my grief.

It's time to go back home.

Not now.

I've got New York on the comms link.

[sighs]

You should get that.

♪

- Putting it through now. - OK.

Hey. How's your team?

Hey, Jubal.

Everybody's good, thanks to you.

All right. That's great to hear.

And of course, I'm happy to help.

So listen, we might have a fulcrum on our end

to leverage Sydin's bodyguard. - Uh-huh.

Can someone screen-share this thing?

Hey. You got it? - Yeah, we got it.

All right, so for the past two years,

Demir Ahmad has been wiring money to his relatives

in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn.

Demir's mother, sister, uncle, two aunts, 200K total.

These funds are likely from illegal activity.

So in light of the anticipated charges against this scumbag,

we can Title 18 their ass, and stack on wire fraud,

money laundering, and racketeering.

[dramatic music]

You're cooked. You know that.

The only power that you have right now

is to save your family.

Give us Yusuf Sydin, everything about him,

in particular, him instructing you to blow up that building.

If you do that, I will take all these photos,

and I'll throw them in the trash.

If you don't, the FBI offices in New York,

they have warrants ready.

They will swoop in and lock them all up.

Look at me.

They're going to do real time,

starting with material support to a terrorist.

So who's it going to be, hmm?

Them or him?

Everything.

Every move.

- Yusuf Sydin was aware? - Of course.

The bombing at the FBI offices?

I was given instruction by him to do whatever,

destroy whatever, eliminate whoever

as long as Olivia Thornton was killed.

I have all the texts on my mobile.

I'll give you the password. [keyboard clacks]

I would like to accept the deal

offered to me yesterday.

Full disclosure, full transparency,

every transaction, every contact,

everything.

I understand.

Is it sweet, your revenge?

[soft tense music]

♪

Like honey.

I'll take it from here, Agent Forrester.

♪

[sighs]

[soft dramatic music]

♪

The Hungarian police had a mole working at dispatch.

He was giving info to Sydin and Demir.

They want to know if you want to be in on the perp walk.

No. That is all theirs. I'm gonna go see Raines.

What's your situation?

Um, supervisory intelligence analyst at HQ division

under Legat Connelly.

Are you happy?

Not really.

I may have a place for you on the Fly Team.

Keep your phone on.

Yes, sir.

♪

[sighs] PT for a bit, obviously.

But desk duty during my recovery? No sweat.

I already ordered a couple knee scooters.

Should be here by Wednesday. - You're unbelievable.

This? Temporary setback.

Everything I said I'd accomplish on this job,

I'm still getting done.

You don't want to rehab back in the States?

Hell, no. I'm not going anywhere.

I, uh--

I just want to say thanks.

You saved my life.

[soft music]

Kick some ass then.

Make all this worthwhile.

You can count on it.

♪

Your sister, June, she'd be proud of you, Jamie.

I know how important your promise to her was.

♪

[train horn whistles] [brakes hissing]

You know, when I took this assignment,

I knew I'd get to see Europe.

And in the back of my mind, if I ever had

to say goodbye to someone, someone I cared about,

I wanted it to be at a train station.

I think I saw it in a Fellini movie.

[both chuckle]

So do you want me to run along the platform

when the train's leaving,

bang on the window, beg you not to leave?

Because I will. - That's OK.

♪

[chuckles] Ah, come here.

♪

Mm.

Go easy on yourself, Scott.

Not everything you carry needs to be carried.

[sighs]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]