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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]

[♪ ♪]

That's... 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.

- Get off her.
- You, back off.

- Emily!
- James!

Stop!
You're hurting me!

- Emily!
- James!

Emily!

[♪ ♪]

*F B I INTERNATIONAL*
Season 02 Episode 04

Episode Title: "Copper Pots and Daggers"
Aired on: October 11, 2022.

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 Dog an.

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 Dog an 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
Dog an 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
Dog an 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: "Red land."

So we figure out who Red land
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 Red land,

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,
"Red land."

There's this street that used
to be called Red land 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 Red land.

I've got an address.

You and Kellett,
secure Osman.

Hey, Director Dog an
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 Dog an.

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 Dog an.

And I have strict orders

not to let anybody
inside the station.

I can come back tomorrow.

And when Dog an 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 Dog an
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 Dog an 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.

[♪ ♪]

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