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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.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

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--

- [speaks Norwegian] - 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.

♪

[seagulls cawing]

[line ringing]

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.

[indistinct shouting]

Vanessa, please take a seat.

[soft classical music playing]

♪

[chain clatters]

Pick your entrée.

♪

First, the intelligence

you've been compiling on my government.

Hmm?

The purpose of your undercover infiltration.

Where are you keeping it, Vanessa?

Hmm?

Or should I say Angela Cassidy?

Hm?

♪

Warsaw. [stammers softly]

There's a safety deposit box outside Zagán,

row 9, number 1720.

[gasps]

So why does my source say your intelligence

is still in Russia, hm? - No.

Are you lying to me, Angela?

- Wait-- - If you want to get fed,

tell me where the intelligence is.

[breathing sharply]

♪

OK, OK, you win.

[tense music]

[whispers] I'll tell you where it is.

Yes?

♪

[screams]

[groans]

[shrieking]

[grunting]

Then you've made your choice.

Let's enjoy our remaining time together, Angela.

♪

I know I will.

♪

[clamps snapping] - [whimpers]

♪

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.

[dramatic music]

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, huh?

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.

[somber music]

♪

[lock clicks]

[sniffles, clears throat]

[speaking in Russian]

Hey.

[speaking in Russian]

- [grunts] - Ahh!

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.

[tense music]

[alarm blaring]

[PA announcements in Russian]

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

♪

[gunshots]

♪

[gunshots]

- [grunts] - Oh.

[tires screech]

Augh.

♪

[gunshots]

Keep your head down!

[gunshots]

♪

The plane is ready. We have to hurry.

OK, is he with you?

FSB Rossii.

- What? - Russian border service.

Stay here.

♪

[breathing heavily]

[indistinct chatter]

[speaking Russian]

[tense music]

Shh. Not another sound.

Not another sound.

♪

[speaking in Russian] Where is the third prisoner?

[yelps]

[grunting]

♪

[whimpering]

[grunting]

[bones crack]

We're out of here.

Go, go, go! - [shouts in Russian]

[panting]

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.

[phone ringing] - Ah.

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.

[line beeps]

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. - Hm.

♪

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.

[both laugh] - Unbelievable.

Hey, wrong floor. Private.

No, this is the floor they gave us.

Yeah.

[taser crackling] - [grunts]

[device beeps] [lock clicks]

♪

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.

[baby cooing]

Please don't.

Irina, give me the gun.

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

There you go. - [sobs]

[baby cooing]

♪

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.

[coos]

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.

[tense music]

♪

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.

[somber music]

♪

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. [line trills]

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.

[dramatic music]

♪

[tires screech]

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.

[gunshot]

Get down! Go, go, go!

[panicked shouting]

[gunfire]

[grunts]

Cam, 3 o'clock.

[gunfire]

[grunts]

[gunfire]

- Cover me. - Got you.

[gunfire]

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.

[people shouting]

Come on, go, go.

[gunfire]

[dramatic music]

[grunts]

♪

[couple shouting]

[grunts]

♪

[both grunting]

[gunshots]

♪

Hurry.

They have an escape chopper incoming.

♪

FBI!

[whimpers]

Try anything and she dies.

Let her go, Volkov.

[both grunting]

Come on, man.

Put the gun down.

Shut up! [helicopter whirring]

[both grunting]

[gunfire]

[both grunting]

[gunfire]

[both grunting]

Any step closer, and I swear.

[gunshot]

Tess.

Tess, Tess, are you hurt?

- I'm OK. - OK.

Oh, my God, she was right.

The FBI came. - I got you.

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

- [sobbing] - You're OK.

Thank you.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Freeze. - Your hands.

Let me see your hands now! Now!

Don't move.

Weapon down. Drop it. Drop your weapon.

[door bangs] - Police. Stand up slowly.

Now.

Up. Get up now. Get up.

♪

It gives me great pleasure to inform you

that you are under arrest.

♪

[zips whirring]

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.

Hm?

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.

Mm-hmm.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

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.

[speaking in Norwegian]

♪

[zip whirs]

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?

[chuckles] 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.

[dramatic music]

[computer beeps]

♪

Oh, 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.

[voice breaking] 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.

Mm.

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.

[uplifting music]

♪

[computer beeps] - Oh, 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.

[computer whirs]

♪

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! [laughs]

Oh, 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.

[chuckles]

He, uh, 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.

all: To Scott.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]