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All these rocks,

you gotta take them over there.

Yeah, bring it back!

Nah. Hey, I'm done.

It's your final warning.

Oh, Dean, please. Mate...

All right, show up on time

or don't show up at all.

Come on, Deano, all right?

One of the boys had their
send-off last night

and things got...

Things got real.

But I promise
it'll never happen again.

Jackhammer, now.

Ohh. All right.

Good onya!

Oi, lads. Check this out!

Play you a couple of tunes while
you're digging some holes, boys.

I've waited
a long time for this.

Sick.

Hey, yo, look out. What?
Slide that on.

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Yeah.

Looking fresh,
looking tight, looking...

Puffy and yellow?

How do I look?

Like you're late for Pilates
with the other mums.

Is that a gilet?

It's a high-vis
performance vest, Mackey.

Ooh! Phoo!

- That is dope.
- Yeah.

And functional,
breathable, lightweight.

- Full range of motion.
- Okay.

Did look a little less yellow
in the brochure, though.

Less yellow than
what? A solar flare?

Yo, are these...

Headphone holder.

- Ha-ha! In the age of Bluetooth?
- Yep.

What's, uh...

What's happening here, bud?

Tactical D-rings.

Mackey.

I mean, at least if it floods,
we can use you

as a flotation device.

Done?

Not even a little bit,
SpongeBob.

Is that...

It's a retractable hood.

Oh, so you're ready for
all weather conditions!

Yep! Rain, hail or shine, baby.

- Let's go.
- Hey, save it.

We've got a dead body.

Or what's left of one.

Where we heading?

Somewhere you'll fit right in.

Boys.

- Looking good, sexy.
- How's it going?

Yeah, bro! Nice jacket.

Not stealing your looks, am I?

All yours, partner.

Uh, the lime in
the concrete's dissolved

all the soft tissue

and the rest of it's just
in a semi-mummified state.

Uh, careful as you go there.

What have you got?

This is a Naval Academy ring.

Class of '81.

Initials...

...'H.W.'.

Have a look at this.

The sailor had a prosthetic arm?

Yeah.

Or a very creepy back scratcher.

Bag it, Evie.

You got a time of death
for me, Doc?

No, but I have an era.

I found these
in one of his pockets.

Okay. Uh...

One and two cent coins
in the mix.

None date past '83, though.

And then
there's the jacket.

Oversized bomber.
Dropped shoulders.

I used to rock one of these
back in my heyday.

When was that? World War I?

You're a funny lad, aren't ya?
Try the '80s, corn puff.

Oop!

What do we have here?

- Ooh!
- Hey!

- Rewind the tape.
- Hey, a Walkman!

This bloke is a time capsule
of the mid-'80s.

'85, to be exact.

Checked with the local council.

The inspector's report dates
the concrete pour

in November 1985.

No wallet here.

So what are our chances
of an ID, Doc?

You can forget
about fingerprints,

but I can confirm
with dental records

if you bring me options.

Shouldn't be too hard.

How many one-armed sailors
can there be?

Except this guy has both arms.

So who owns the spare?

Got an ID for me, Evie?

Naval Academy listed
two graduates

with the initials H.W.
from 1981.

Dental records confirmed one.

- Lieutenant Harvey Wilson.
- What do we know?

Naval Engineering Officer

stationed out of
the US Consulate, Sydney,

'83 to '85.

Service record hasn't
been digitized yet,

so we're waiting on the scans.

And the missing persons file
is... patchy.

- Yes, please.
- What are the Consulate saying?

DeShawn's dealing with it.

Penelope. Penelope?

So the US Consulate
has no record

of Lieutenant Harvey Wilson?

Well, that's weird,
because we do.

No. Penelope,
don't hang up on me...

DeShawn's dealt with it.

You reach out to
the Engineering Corps?

All they know was
Wilson was assigned here

on some kind of liaison.

Recommended I speak to
Penelope at the Consulate.

Get onto
State Department.

Anything on past Naval attachés.

I want to know exactly
what Wilson was up to, okay?

And who's missing an arm.

Manufacturer and supply lists.

Hey, Wilson have a family?

Uh, yeah. Widow. Australian.

Diana Parkinson.

I haven't opened this
in 40 years.

- You look happy.
- I'd just said yes.

We'd only known each other
for a few months,

but I knew how I felt.

When was the last time
you saw Harvey?

Um... he left on a work trip.

Never came home.

A few nights after, I saw him...

...with another woman.

Where?

A restaurant. Bistro Noir.

He said he was in Canberra.

- You think it was an affair?
- Wouldn't you?

For 40 years, I believed
that he'd left me for her.

And now you're telling me
that... that he was...

Do you remember what Harvey
was wearing that night?

Uh... bomber jacket, I think.

And, um...

Brown shoes?

Black pants?

That was the night that...

Oh, my God.

Why would anyone want
to kill Harvey?

So maybe Wilson's lured
to the building site.

Then the bad guys get the jump.

Wilson grabs the killer's arm,

falls backwards
into the footing.

Leaving the one-armed killer
to signal the concrete pour.

That sounds like something
out of The Fugitive.

Looking for the one-armed man!

The Fugitive!

Harrison Ford and
Tommy Lee Jones...

Forget it. Kids!

Are you performing
shoe-topsies now, Doc?

Yes, I noticed one was
lighter than the other.

Check the heel on the left.

It's a spy shoe safe.

You try saying that
after a few sherbets.

Wait. We're saying
Wilson was a spook?

Guys, guys, guys!
Are you hearing this?

- Yes!
- Yeah.

It's hard not to, Blue.

It's the cassette
from Wilson's Walkman.

It's, like, some kind of
proto-dubstep,

which means that Wilson's music
is 20 years ahead of its time.

Or the tape's warped.

Or the tape is warped.

Which I will un-warp.

Oh! I didn't know
today was fancy dress.

It's a gilet.

Performance vest, actually.

Did you know that gilets were
traditionally called jerkins?

- Great.
- Do you hear that, JD?

Now you've got two options.

- Jerkin on or jerkin...
- Oh, Blue, what's that?

This? This is
a magneto optical device.

Otherwise known as Magneto
to his friends.

Is that the key
from Wilson's shoe?

Yes, and it had
an engraving on it

that has been scratched off.

But Magneto here can - WILL -

bring it back to life.

Magneto will call
when he is done.

Next...

So I sent off Wilson's
bone fragments for analysis.

And get this - they found
trace levels of metabolites

consistent with a nerve agent.

What kind of nerve agent
are we talking?

It's unclear at this point,
but nasty.

I mean, symptoms would include

loss of muscular control,
vomiting,

respiratory failure and death.

See, the new ones are odorless.

- But the old ones...
- Carry a slight fruity smell.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

You know your way
around chemical weapons.

- That's... comforting.
- CBRN training, Marines.

Okay, so several countries
had stockpiles at the time.

Iraq, Libya, the US
and the Soviet Union.

Okay, so if we think Wilson

was US intelligence
during the Cold War,

the Soviets have got to be
at the top of the list, right?

Aha!

Behold the ghost of digits past!

What's a Rookwood?

Largest cemetery
in Australia.

Even has its own postcode.

Good to know.

Okay. You got that key?

You're kidding.

I know it's here somewhere.

Um...

Ah! Got it.

It's a whistle.

Got it. Let's go.

Hey, Tomb Raider,
what are we looking for?

Anything that seems off.

What, like two cops
trespassing in a crypt?

Or a grown man
wearing canary yellow?

Well, first of all,
it's buttercup.

Second of all, I'm thinking
something like this.

Benedict Arnold.

Infamous traitor of
the Revolutionary War.

Okay, I know
who Benedict Arnold is,

but I also know
he's buried in London.

So what's his urn doing
in a crypt in Sydney?

Here.

So the canister contained
film negatives

consistent with
a subminiature camera.

Now, there's over
a hundred images

and most of them are
pretty badly damaged.

But these are the readable ones
so far.

Wait, Blue.
Punch in on the top there.

"Top secret"?

Contact DOD.

We need to confirm
if this is still classified.

"Perses Combat System"?

US Navy weapons system.

This was tier-1 offense
for the US Navy into the '90s.

And the schematics have sat
uncollected in a dead drop

for 40 years.

So Wilson wasn't just a spy.

He was a traitor.

So who was
Wilson spying for?

I might be able
to help with that.

To what do we owe a visit from

the Australian Security
Intelligence Organisation?

'Intelligence'
is stretching it a bit.

- Mate!
- Hey, champion!

- God, you reek!
- What are you doing here?

I heard NCIS has been
digging up dead sailors.

Lieutenant Harvey Wilson.

- You know him?
- I investigated him.

Wilson was working on
a weapons system with our Navy.

They flagged him
a security risk.

Kicked the case my way.
We put eyes on him.

Any idea
who he was working for?

Well,
it was the Cold War.

These weapons systems
were specifically designed

to target the Soviets.

How'd Wilson die?

With poison in him.

Page 1 of the KGB playbook.

If he was spying for Russia,
why would they wanna kill him?

Assets expire,
got in too deep...

So what's Wilson to you, then?

Ever had one of those cases
that sits with you

long after it's gone?

Well, Wilson's mine.

I was his case officer.

Happened on my watch.

Never got his wife answers.

Let me know if I can help.

ASIO's file on Wilson.
That would help.

Turn it up.
He's a spook, not a library.

I'll see what I can do.

So who is this guy again?

Alex Mirov.
Russian consulate staffer.

We crossed paths
during a stint in DC.

Special Agent Mackey?

Uh, yeah.

And you are?

Interested in why NCIS

is back-channeling
a foreign diplomat.

Lina Bukovska,

Consul-General of
the Russian Federation.

Sergeant Jim Dempsey, AFP.

We weren't expecting someone
of your standing, ma'am.

I expect not.

I make a call
to your State Department,

we have a problem.

But you haven't,
which means you want to talk.

In my experience, it's better to
put out spot fire than wildfire.

Alex passed on your inquiry.

I made a few calls.

Russia had nothing to do
with Wilson, dead or alive.

He was photographing
classified US intel.

Our sources believe that
that was for you guys.

Does your source
have proof?

Wilson died with traces
of nerve agent in him.

Many countries had such weapons,
including yours.

And didn't you say
he was spying on your Navy?

Are you suggesting the US is
responsible for Wilson's death?

I'm suggesting
that Russia

isn't the only country

who eats their own.

Did you play today's Wordle?

How about China, huh?

Ah, Minister Quinn
is here to see you.

Sit.

You went behind my back and
contacted a Russian diplomat.

Ma'am, I was just
meeting an old friend.

You want a line to the Russians,
you come through my office.

Is that clear?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Yes, Minister.

Alex Mirov?
He's a low-level weasel.

- What were you hoping to learn?
- It was a fishing expedition.

- What did you catch?
- The Consul-General.

Lina Bukovska was there?

Which means two things.

One - Wilson means something
to the Russians.

And two - whatever happened
40 years ago still matters now.

A Russian-sanctioned murder

of a US citizen
on Australian soil.

Is that what we're looking at?

We think so.

Minister, a list of
Soviet diplomats

and suspected spies here in 1985
could help rule that out.

Assuming we still have the case.

Church mice.

Total silence. Got it?

- You know us, ma'am.
- Yep. Mm-hm.

Sergeant Dempsey,
one last thing.

Adore the vest.

I have the exact same in lilac.

Appreciate you coming
through on Wilson's file.

I'll just go
and get it for you.

I'd say make yourself at home.

But I don't wanna come back
to Roy in his underwear

and Marty Robbins on the stereo.

Yeah, mate, mate, mate, there'd
be no underwear involved.

Don't tell me you're
allergic to cats too.

- Me and 20% of the population.
- Really?

It's a growing
public health concern.

Aww. He's hypoallergenic,
isn't he, eh?

Who's a good boy, then, Lenin?

Lenin?
Who calls their cat Lenin?

Yes, you are,
aren't you, you old Communist?

Oh, right.

The guy who shares an interior
designer with Rasputin.

Who doesn't like a mad monk?

Yeah.

Whoa! Wow.

Damn. Does Terry read anything
not in the original Russian?

What do you expect?

Terry didn't become the foremost
Russia expert in the country

by reading Harry Potter.

How long have you known Terry?

Ooh, more years
than you are old.

Met on the rugby field.

- I can see you as teammates.
- No, no.

Opposite sides.
We hated each other.

One Saturday,
we really got stuck in.

And he started it, gave me
a right hook, but I ended it.

Sat him on his arse
with a Liverpool kiss.

You started it
with a squirrel grip.

I ended it with a left cross.

He's been a little bit confused
ever since.

Um, hope you're
not white, Terry.

Why's that?

Checkmate in three.

- Oh, sorry.
- Bless you.

Chess isn't my game.
It's all snakes and ladders.

- Hey, Doc.
- Yep.

This looks like a more
handsome version of you.

Well, that's because it is
a more handsome version of me.

Hold up.

Vintage Brad Pitt is you?

Yes, that's me. And Alice
and Terry and... and Joyce.

We used to go
to Kiama every year.

- Who's Joyce?
- She's my w...

Well, she was my wife.

She passed not long after
this was taken.

I'm sorry.

Don't be. We were together
for eight years.

Found a lot of happiness
in that time.

A lifetime's worth.

Anyway, this wasn't easy to get.
Can I trust you with it?

Who's this?

That's, uh, Kate DuPont.

Entered the country
on a diplomatic passport.

We took her for US intelligence.

So that would make her,
what, Wilson's US handler?

But that doesn't make any sense.

He was stealing
American Navy secrets.

I saw the photos, Terry.

Maybe you should
take a closer look.

Okay, Cooper.
Impress me.

I bent some ears and got
a hold of an OG Perses manual.

Then I did an A/B comparison
with Wilson's intel.

But it wasn't an exact match.

Measurements, dimensions.

Every now and then, something
was just a fractal off.

It's supposed to look like this.

This is a launch using
the American Perses system.

In response, the Soviets were
building the SM-19 system.

It was supposed to be
a carbon copy.

Spot the difference.

Well, that didn't go
according to plan.

That was being built
using Wilson's bogus intel?

Wilson wasn't working for
Russia. He was sabotaging them.

He was killed
serving his country.

So I guess we're back to Russia.

About that,

Quinn just came through
on the list.

It's been cross-checked with
all Russian diplomats,

trade delegates,
any foreign nationals here now.

None were here
in Australia in '85.

That rules out
any Russian officials

presently in the country.

- Where we at on the mystery arm?
- Russian manufacturer.

Company went belly-up years ago.
Total dead end.

No 'arm' in trying, am I right?

But we did find
the restaurant.

Bistro Noir shut down in 1985,
then relaunched.

Same licensee, new name. Osen.

With a whopping 1.5 stars
on Yelp.

But guess who did the fit-out.

The same company that
poured concrete on Wilson.

Impressive.

Business isn't
exactly booming.

Maybe it's one of those
eat-in-the-dark joints

where you can't
see your partner.

People pay good money for that.

Sounds like money well spent.

NCIS. Anyone here?

JD.

A one-armed man.

You smell that?

Move! Move! Move!

- Mackey, you're on my...
- That was nerve agent.

We really need
to get back to work.

And I really need you to respect

the mandatory 15-minute
observational period.

But we've had the antidote.

Yes, but we don't know
if you received it in time.

You're not out of the woods yet.

Old mate needs to work on
his bedside manner.

Yeah.

You don't actually think
that... you know...

- We'll be fine.
- Yeah.

'Cause you got pretty close.
I mean...

Well, I'm just glad I wasn't
huffing it in like you were.

Evie. Where are you guys?

Caught some traffic.

But we ID'd the victim
as Sasha Litkin.

Manager at Bistro Noir

before he bought the place
outright in '85

shortly after Wilson was killed.

So are we thinking Sasha
was paid to kill Wilson?

And now someone's
closing old accounts?

Anyone get a look
at the attacker?

Power to the restaurant was cut.

CCTV goes down 30 minutes
before you're on scene.

No witnesses.

Evie?

Special Agents, we're cool with.

Nerve agents, not so much.

We salute your bravery.

All clear.

But we are going to
have to hold onto

all of your clothing items
for further decon.

Except for one.

Extremely contaminant resistant.

All cops should be
wearing these.

Mmm. I lead by example.

All right. Lights.

The nerve agent was
dispersed through an aerosol.

What? No, no! Sorry!
This isn't...

Because you all thought...

And that would be...

Because then it would be...

Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry.
Are you okay?

It's just... Don't worry,
it's just screen cleaner.

- Oh, good.
- It's harmless.

It's probably harmless.
Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

- Hey, Blue?
- Yeah?

Yes.

Um, yeah, sorry.

So I...I found a unique...

...impurity in the nerve agent

which gives us
a chemical signature.

It's kinda like a fingerprint.

Um, sorry. Um...

Which I was able to trace
all the way to a lab

in Volgograd, Russia.

Now, this isn't your
top-of-the-line Novichok,

which are more effective,
less detectable, odorless...

- Incurable.
- Yes.

And Russia are, like,
the MVPs of Novichok.

But Sasha was killed
using soman.

It's an old-school nerve agent.

This isn't Russia's MO.

If this was state-sanctioned,

they'd be using poison
tailor-made for the target.

There would be a team,
months of planning.

This is a rush job.

If Sasha's murder
wasn't sanctioned,

maybe Wilson's wasn't either.

A lone wolf
covering their tracks.

What are you thinking, D?

Give me five.

All right, look. This is Terry's
interview with Diana from '85.

There's no mention
of Bistro Noir.

- Diana lied?
- I don't think so.

You know, seems Terry
never even asked about

the last time
she saw her husband.

Well, that's kinda
the key question, isn't it?

And the answer to which
led us to Wilson's killer.

I feel like... I feel like
Terry's hiding something.

So why has
he given you information

that incriminates him?

It doesn't make sense.
Terry doesn't make sense.

Yeah,
why come to us at all?

Why give us the file? Ooh!

Also, what is the password
to your phone?

What? Why?

Because when Doc finds out
you're suss on his mate...

...he's gonna kill you.

Invite Terry in. JD, you and I
can take a run at him.

Actually...
I have a better idea.

There were
some inconsistencies

in Diana's statements.

We're hoping you can help us

separate fact from fiction.

We've gone through
your interview with ASIO

after Harvey disappeared.

At no point did you say

you saw your husband
at Bistro Noir.

That's not true.
Of course I did.

Take a look at this
record of interview.

There's no mention of it, Diana.

That makes no sense.

It was the last time
I saw my husband.

It's a good point.

Hard to believe
she would have left that out.

What do you want me to tell you?
It was 40 years ago.

You're right. I get it.
Ancient history.

Still sucks, though, right?

Because if she would have
mentioned it,

you would've learned that Sasha
Litkin was Wilson's killer.

Unless you already knew that.

Well played.

Bring me in to help, question me
when my guard's down.

Terry,
what are you doing here?

Helping separate fact
from fiction.

Sorry?

You're looking
in the wrong place.

Where'd Kate DuPont get you?

A grave in Arlington, Virginia.
Been dead six years.

What about Russian FSOs, diplomats?

Who was here back then and now?

None. See, we checked.

You've been feeding us

half-truths and dead ends
from the get-go.

Hey. Hey.

Internal ASIO memo.

Turns out you weren't
given that case after all.

- You asked for it. Why?
- Where'd you get this?

Foreign Minister's
taken an interest.

Is this really
the best you've got, is it? Me?

How do I access nerve agent?

Why would I have Wilson killed?

Where's my link to Sasha?

The murder weapon? Anything?

You're reaching.

We're just trying to
understand the timeline.

Three months after
Harvey disappeared,

you made a claim on
his life insurance.

It was denied.

Then three months later,
you tried again.

How could you be sure
he was dead?

I couldn't,

but I had to do something.

I had just found out
I was pregnant.

I needed to know that

I had a home that I could
raise my child in.

That night,
a husband never came home.

A daughter never met her father.

Were you involved?

Oh, Terry, you don't
have to do this.

No, no, no, no. It's all right.
It's all right.

Boden's Mate.

Bishops catch the king
in the crossfire.

Checkmate.

So you won?

The game's still being played.

But you're only seeing
half the board.

What the hell
was that about?

Just trying to help
solve this, mate.

Gimme a break. I know you.

Boden's Mate. Checkmate move.

You think Terry was
trying to tell you something?

I don't know.
It's all this spy gamer stuff.

Double meanings, hidden agendas.

But it got me thinking.

Everything we have
points to two things,

Russia and Terry.

So what if...

Oh, mate, don't mind me.

We're not gonna
keep things from you, Doc.

This is an investigation
and Terry is

a reasonable line
of inquiry, okay?

All I was saying is everything
we have points to two things,

Russia and Terry.

So what if they're
the same thing?

What if Terry's
working for Russia?

Russia? Terry is
giving us information.

Select information.

He's manipulating
the whole investigation.

- Why would he be doing that?
- He knows more than he's saying.

Tell me I'm wrong.

Doc, Terry asked
to investigate Wilson.

He discovered he was
US intelligence.

And if he passed this on...

...he signed Wilson's
death warrant.

You've just accused
a man of treason.

With what evidence?

Cat hair!

The hair recovered from
Sasha's crime scene

isn't from a human, it's from...

...a Neva Masquerade.

Russian. Cream coat.
And so fluffy!

Okay, Sasha had
cat hair on him. So what?

So Neva Masquerades
are rare.

There's hardly any
in the country.

And...

...Terry has one.

Call him, Doc.

Terry, where are you?
We need to talk.

Get out of the way!

- Move!
- Out of the way!

- Get out of the way!
- NCIS coming through!

The next
train to arrive on platform 1,

goes to Arncliffe, Wolli Creek,

then all stations
to Bondi Junction.

Wait! Got him.
Opposite platform.

Go, go, go!

Here.

Evie, DeShawn,
southern entrance!

- Out of the way! Out of the way!
- Move! Move!

Move!

- NCIS! Federal agents!
- I wanna see some hands!

Drop it! What are you holding?

My diplomatic card.

Granting me full immunity.

My level of immunity is highest
this country has to offer.

I cannot be prosecuted,
arrested or detained.

Mm-hm. Well, we are
verifying your credentials.

And we like to be thorough,
so it might take a while.

Enjoy it while you can.

Violating the Vienna Convention

tends to be a real
career killer.

Hmm, well, while we wait...

Ooh!

I'mma take a wild guess

at what's inside that bottle.

Soman.

You searched me.

Did you find a newspaper?

Nerve agent?

You have me confused
with someone else.

You know, that coat looks,
uh, awfully familiar.

It's a popular coat.
Fashionable.

Although, you may have
to take my word for that.

Why'd you run?

I was being chased
by two lunatics with guns.

Why were you in Banksia?

Best Russian bakery in the city.

What about 1985?
Because I've got a theory.

You were Russian intelligence.
Harvey Wilson was your asset.

Oh, you may have to check
your records.

I was not in the country.

State cops pulled all cameras.

We lose Terry after two blocks
heading south.

He's not at home, either.
BOLO's out.

All right, look.

See this?

Terry sees me, then turns to
Lina before she makes her move.

You know, like he was
expecting to be attacked.

- Oh, mate.
- Hazmat found traces of soman.

They're still looking
for the weapon.

I'm afraid Terry doesn't
have long, Doc.

So where does he go?

To be with Joyce.

Eyes on.

Special Agent
Jackson, NCIS.

We've located Terry Barnes.

Need a hazmat team
to Waverley Cemetery ASAP.

Doc, what are you doing?

Terry's skin and clothes could
still be releasing the stuff.

We gotta lock down
the area first.

He's my mate.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa! What is he doing?

Well, as far as final views go,

you could have done
a lot worse for yourself.

Yeah, shame about the company.

Ahh, you visited Sasha.

Lina paid Sasha to kill Wilson.

I wanted him to roll on her.

I guess she beat me
to the punch.

How did she know you were gonna
be at the train station?

You told her to draw her out.

Because...

...you are a cunning bastard.

Did you get her?

Yeah, we got her.

Good.

Back then, Lina was KGB.

She was running Wilson.
Became suss.

Asked me to find out...
whose side he was really on.

Why did you agree?

When Joycey got sick,

they gave her six months.

KGB was gonna foot the bill
for an experimental treatment.

Mate, I always wondered
how you paid for that.

Mate, what would you have done?

Hey? What if it was Alice?

Did you know they'd kill Wilson?

I didn't know
his wife was pregnant, mate.

You should go.

Yeah. Ohh.

Love you, mate.

Minister! It's about time.

Your agents have made
quite a mess.

Let's see if we can't tidy
it up, then, hmm? Please.

In 1985, you were operating here
as an officer of the KGB.

I told you.
I was not in country.

Not as Lina Bukovska.

As Polina Stepanova,

interpreter at
the Soviet Embassy.

At least, according to your
fake diplomatic passport.

We keep meticulous records.

The intel you were passing on
from Wilson

sabotaged the USSR's most
expensive missile system, SM-19.

You worked out
you'd been played.

- You could've come clean.
- But you didn't.

Instead, you had the one guy
who could expose you killed.

Your own supposed asset,
Harvey Wilson.

Allowing the USSR
to continue to sink

hundreds of millions of rubles

into a weapons system
that would never work.

That is remarkable story.

Recovered from
the train station.

Soman.

We pull your DNA,
no longer just a story.

I have diplomatic immunity.

How do you propose
getting my DNA?

Voluntarily.

Minister, is this a joke?

The Russian Foreign Minister

is returning your call, ma'am.

No joke.

Unless you waive your immunity,

we can't prosecute you
on the murder charges,

but we can pass the fake Perses
information on to the Kremlin.

They tend to take acts of
treason very seriously.

Siberian prison.

Fall from a hotel window.

Or that other hometown
favorite - poison.

Or you cooperate.

You are offering
Australian prison?

Or a Russian grave.

Ma'am, the Foreign Minister
is still waiting.

Instructions are on the back.

That's great. Thanks, Evie.

Hey, Evie just called.

Doc's presenting no symptoms.
He's gonna be okay.

Okay, good.

Oh, hey, apparently,
Lina's already

shopping 40 years of
Russian state secrets.

You're kidding!

But even with a deal,
she'll spend

most of her remaining years
in a 6x8 cell.

No agency has claimed Wilson?

They can't.

Wilson's mission
remains classified.

Hmm. Quinn's asked that we sit
on Terry's involvement too.

She's worried
we'll lose credibility

with our security partners.

- That's typical.
- Yeah.

The higher-ups save face

and Wilson's sacrifice
is forgotten.

I'm a little tired of secrets.

The night
Harvey disappeared,

he believed his life
was in danger.

So he left this.

On one side is music.

And on the other,
he recorded a message.

Our lab tech was able
to restore it.

The message was for you.

Take your time.

Diana, if you're hearing this,

something's happened.

I won't
be coming home.

I'm so sorry...

...I won't be there for you,
both of you,

to see our daughter grow up.

Grow old together.

Just know this.

I love you, sweetheart,
and always will.