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I've seen you carrying that around before.

Mike Brooks gave it to me.

Ah!

Mike!

It's been a symbol of loss.

Today, it means justice served.

Csonka will confess to everything,

including the murder of Mike Brooks.

Remember when I arrested you?

You were talking tough.

You were saying I'd never see it coming.

Well, I saw it coming.

Get him out of my face.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Get down!

Hands behind your head now!

Get on your knees!

Cam!

Come on, let's move!

Guys, I think we just missed him.

I got something over here.

What did they say?

It doesn't look good.

We're gonna go find Csonka,

and when we do, we're taking our badges off.

OK.

- How is she? - Stable.

But due to extensive soft tissue damage

near her collarbone, the risk of infection is extremely high.

We placed the wound under a vacuum-assisted therapy,

and the negative pressure should keep the wound

sealed and clear of bacteria.

But if an infection does take hold,

especially in that area...

Then what? What happens?

For now, that's all I know.

OK? All I can share.

OK.

I know we all want to stay here,

and leaving feels like the wrong thing to do right now,

but Greg Csonka is out there.

He's on the run,

and he's willing to do God knows what else

to avoid capture.

Cam would want us to go get him.

I know I would.

Celeste, you're going to post up here, OK?

- Of course. - Give us constant updates.

Absolutely.

The jet Csonka used to fly out of Budapest

was found near Strasbourg, on the border

of France and Germany.

That narrows it down to about a million square miles.

Europol just put out a Red Notice on Csonka.

My dad spent 40 years on the kill floor

of a meatpacking plant in Vernon, California.

They're taking the same cuts off the line

or using the stun gun,

and no talking, or barely thinking.

He'd come straight home and sit on the couch

and watch TV until it's time to go to sleep.

I swore I'd never go down that same route.

So what happens?

When I get locked up, there I was in gen pop,

watching TV until it's time to go to sleep.

I mean, the irony, right?

Know one thing's for damn sure,

I'm not going back to either one of those lives.

They're arriving.

Philippe.

Greg.

I appreciate you meeting with me.

I would hope so.

You've seen the news, I'm assuming?

I have.

Even though my assets have been seized,

I got a plan to secure some funds

and get out of Paris in a couple days.

That's why I'm asking for your blessing, your protection

while I get that done.

And, of course, there'll be a nice tribute for you

on the way out, say, uh, 300,000 euro.

Greg, I knew you were reckless,

but this, for you to ask me this like that,

you know, with... with a straight face?

You fool.

Incroyable.

You're like incredible. You're incredible, Greg.

You're incroyable.

No, I apologize.

And believe me, if I had a better option...

You do have a better option.

Just keep moving.

There's way too much heat on you right now.

You know, we worked together before, Philippe.

Mm-hmm.

You know I can keep a low profile.

Just keep moving.

Well, I have the 300,000 euro with me.

Just hold it in your hands before you decide.

I have decided.

Enjoy the Eiffel Tower.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The 300,000 euro just to help me out for a couple days.

Do any of you want to take your boss's place

and make that deal?

Great. What's your name?

Renard.

Nice to meet you. We're in business.

You go.

ASAC Valentine just called from New York.

He's got five officers ready with go-bags

if you need an extra pair of hands.

Just say the word, and they'll be on the next plane.

Good.

Kyle, throw up everything we have on Csonka.

Uh-huh.

Damn.

Sorry, I can take that down.

No, no, no, no, no. Leave it up there.

It's just hard to believe he's gone sometimes.

OK, so here's what we got.

Csonka has a paper trail to a criminal organization in Paris,

led by a Philippe Belmondo.

Csonka basically franchised out his robbery tourism ring

to Belmondo for a fee.

Of note, Belmondo's dead body

was found a few hours ago outside Paris,

for what that's worth.

All right, so Csonka is there,

maybe to get cash by doing a hostile takeover

of Belmondo's organization.

And he's probably trying to get a fake ID.

Yeah, he won't be in Paris for long.

Convicts always fall back on old habits

when they get cornered.

When Csonka was arrested in Los Angeles for armed robbery,

he went straight to Vegas for two days,

collected some old debts, did some more robberies.

Then he bolted to Mexico, which is where he was for two years

before they got cuffs on him.

So then when he's flush and he has his new ID,

he'll arrange some kind of covert transport

to a nonextradition country.

That's quite a landing to stick.

Jet's ready.

OK, let's hit it.

You know, when I first ran into Csonka at his youth center,

I looked into the eyes of a guy that was surprised

he'd lived that long.

He has no fear of anything.

Our liaison will be Detective Jean Deschamps.

He has conveyed to me rather strenuously

that we are guests here in France

and we will need to conduct ourselves accordingly.

Yeah, we're guests, but we're also allies.

Us and France have a rich history.

He'll step up.

The French have no skin in this game, as you say.

Monsieur Csonka is a dual citizen

of United States and Hungary.

And the career criminal is suspected

of killing Phillipe Belmondo.

He was a parasite and won't be missed.

Csonka is responsible for the death of my partner

back in Los Angeles.

He's also responsible for the injury

to our colleague, Cameron Vo.

She's in the OR back in Hungary.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But, again, not our problem.

The only problem I can foresee is the FBI overstepping here

on French soil.

Your team's reputation precedes you.

So you can work from here.

And I will add that if you do overstep,

you will be asked to leave or be forced to do so.

OK, Detective, a reminder,

Paris would be a crater if the U.S. didn't land

in Normandy in '44 and liberate you guys.

We're friends here.

Well, you are here at our discretion.

That's it.

Tate's calling. Hey.

That accountant who cooked the books for Csonka,

he wired 5K to a Parisian woman two weeks ago, Valerie Mehrez.

She's a hostess at a bar in the Marais.

I'll text you her photo and address.

OK, thanks, Amanda.

Ty and I are gonna go pay her a visit.

Why don't you guys get set up, start putting together

a family tree on Csonka and Belmondo.

What's up?

I got the same feeling I had before we raided

their compound in Montrose.

Blood's gonna get spilled on this one, I just know it.

As long as it's not ours.

We're looking for Valerie Mehrez.

Oh, she's there.

Valerie Mehrez?

Hi.

Agents Mitchell and Booth with the FBI.

Let's have a little chat.

Let's go back there?

No, here's just fine.

Have a seat.

What's this regarding?

Greg Csonka.

What about him?

You tell us.

Everything OK?

All good. Merci beaucoup.

May I ask you what this is regarding?

Oh, we were just about to chat with mademoiselle

about her involvement with a violent international fugitive

who shot and injured a federal agent.

Would you like to join us?

So how do you know Csonka?

I met him here.

Any contact recently?

I do recall, yes.

Valerie, you're taking about a half second

too long to answer each question.

I'm speaking with American law enforcement.

I just want to make sure...

I think it's more like you're trying

to get your story straight.

Valerie, we're not here about some stolen Peugeot.

You get that?

He's wanted for killing a federal agent

and for trying to kill another.

So if you put yourself between us and him,

we're gonna make your life very uncomfortable.

You understand?

I introduce people. That's all I do.

Who did you introduce Csonka to?

Philippe Belmondo.

And for that, Greg sent me a finder's fee.

Is Csonka in Paris?

Last I've heard, yes.

At an apartment in the 5th Arrondissement.

We're gonna need an address.

How long until Deschamps gets here?

He hasn't texted back yet.

He will though.

It's Celeste.

Hey, Celeste. We're all here.

What's the latest?

Well, the bullet caused a hemothorax,

internal bleeding in the chest cavity.

Hold on, I wrote it down to make sure I got it exactly.

Blood has been pooling around the lungs,

compressing them and making it difficult for her to breathe.

The doctors inserted a chest tube to drain the blood,

but the bleeding hasn't stopped.

What's next? They say?

The surgeons are prepping for another procedure.

They'll have to go back in, and locate

the source of the bleeding, and stop it

before more damage is done.

But if they can't control it soon,

Cameron's oxygen levels are gonna drop,

leading to setbacks.

Thanks, Celeste.

I'll call as soon as I get another update.

Deschamps can devote four officers in half an hour.

OK, good.

We're gonna head in just to scope things out.

- Wes. - Just to scope things out.

Ty, you and me.

Oui?

Ah!

Ty.

Excusez-moi.

Sorry. Sorry.

It was a mistake.

Oui?

Just a mistake.

Smitty, there's nothing here. It's a dead end.

Copy.

God forbid, but what if things go sideways for Cam?

Have her family been notified?

Hey, Amanda. I need a favor.

Me and Cam, we have a pact.

In case one of us gets injured or...

we both have a notify list so they wouldn't have

to hear it from a stranger.

Hers should be in her desk drawer.

OK, walking to it now.

It should be both her parents and her sister.

Got it.

Um...

Her parents are in Richmond, Virginia.

And her sis... is in Atlanta.

Wait, say it again? You're breaking up.

OK, I'll... send... you.

Amanda, can you... can you hear me?

What'd you say there?

Andre?

Andre?

Andre, are you there?

Andre?

Nothing.

- They speak English. - OK, good.

We have a missing FBI agent.

We need every available Parisian unit

you have locking this whole area down,

a full perimeter, alleys, rooftops.

No one in or out without getting checked.

I got Tate.

Hey, Amanda. Link with Paris PD.

Start combing through surveillance feeds.

I want eyes on every single street cam

within a half mile radius.

On it.

Traffic cams, storefronts, you name it.

See if we can identify the vehicle

and track the direction of travel.

I told Deschamps to shut down

all nearby access points, bridges,

- Metro stations, tunnels. - Yeah, good.

OK, let's get this phone to forensics.

Give me every print, every piece of DNA off it.

Anything that's gonna tell us what happened in this alley.

- OK. - Merci.

This is war.

Get that straight right now.

There's nothing I won't do to bring Andre home.

What do we do with Cameron's list?

And Andre's?

He said he had one, too, right?

Do we have anything on the car?

Silver van, tinted windows, no plates.

We found it five blocks away.

OK, what about the family tree on Belmondo?

- Is that up yet? - On here.

Any idea who's running the show now?

It could be any of the lieutenants on the second row.

All right, let's find out about their routines,

where they live, where they work,

where they like to hang out.

Let's dig into their finances, offshore accounts,

cash movements, any large payments.

Let's find any weaknesses, family members,

debts, rivalries, anything we can use to pressure them.

You entered the apartment building

without waiting for backup.

That's your concern right now?

Easy. Maybe go easy.

Yes, we did enter the apartment building

because you have a psychotic fugitive

that's ready to carve a ditch through your city if he has to.

You know what you're missing, Agent?

This is exactly what can happen when you sidestep protocol.

Uh-huh, hindsight's 20/20 when you never leave your desk,

huh, Detective?

Hello? Hello?

They're bouncing this off some routers

or cell towers or something.

I don't know, I'm not a tech guy.

I just know I got to keep it under a minute.

You know, I got your guy.

You tell 'em.

Get your mouth moving, bro.

This is Agent Andre Raines.

Andre, are you OK? Are you hurt?

You remember when we were locked up at Central?

Remember the rule of the yard?

That sometimes you got to look the other way

to make it through the day.

Well, that's what you gotta do now.

Just shuffle some papers,

draw a bunch of diagrams on a whiteboard.

Just slam some doors.

You do that for five hours,

and your boy will be dropped off to you safe and sound.

And that's me being straight with you, man to man.

Put Raines back on the phone.

You have five hours, Wesley.

If you press me before then, I will field dress his ass

right here on the concrete.

Your face is blasted to every police station in Europe.

Well, let's get out of Europe.

At some point, I'm gonna need something from you.

Just a few sentences, as an FBI agent,

for us to get through some checkpoints.

But if you don't sell it, I got a guy

near the hospital where your colleague is being treated,

Cameron Vo, right?

Room 43A.

Now, if you don't give me what I want,

well, there's a flatline in her future.

You understand?

Good.

This guy is on a kamikaze mission.

That might be plan B.

I think he has an exit strategy, for sure,

and I think he needs an FBI agent to pull it off.

- I've got Tate. - What's up, Amanda?

Scrubbed through all the visitors

Csonka had in prison here in Budapest,

including a legal aide named Ana Horvath.

Except she wasn't a legal aid or named Horvath.

It was Valerie Mehrez.

She didn't get her address wrong.

She sent us to that family's apartment,

knowing Csonka was gonna start picking us off.

- We have an address for her? - We do.

- Come on, let's go. - Hey, hey, hey!

You can't just barge into her residence

and start questioning her.

- Are you on the take? - Wes.

No, I mean it. Why don't you want him caught?

I understand your frustration and the urgency,

but if you want to interview her,

you'll need a réquisition judiciare, all right?

The paper authorizing the interrogation.

Without that, you can't touch her.

How long is that gonna take?

It varies.

I suggest you speak to the procurer.

But no warrant, no interview.

Mm-hmm.

I will do my best to expedite this,

but please remember, we cannot help Andre

if we get kicked out of here.

Bonjour.

Your life's about to go in one of two

very different directions, Valerie.

You can't just break into my apartment.

Yet, here we are.

22 loaded?

Doesn't France have some pretty tight gun laws?

Yeah, that's like seven years right there.

I carry that because my life is in danger.

- Hmm. - From?

Greg Csonka.

You mean, your boyfriend?

No. Who said that?

We know you two are involved.

Maybe you don't realize how deep this has gone.

He's not just on the run anymore.

He's wanted for attempted murder,

and he took an FBI agent, one of my team, hostage.

So you need to think about yourself,

your future right now.

I told you everything I know.

OK, Valerie, you have a chance right now

to go from suspect and ultimately criminal

to cooperating witness.

You can change your life for the better,

just like that.

We know your situation in France

isn't exactly rock solid.

You're French Algerian, right?

You have to renew your residency card

every three years.

What do you think French authorities

are gonna do when they find out you've been aiding a fugitive?

They're gonna put your ass on the next flight out of here,

unless they want to put you in prison.

Or, or you help us out.

And we made sure that the procurer...

procurie...

I can't pronounce it... the people in charge

know that you fully cooperated and we fast-track

your citizenship, no prison time.

Plus, you're gonna get 50,000 euro from the FBI.

You see, we're offering solutions here, not threats.

But I love him.

OK.

- Ty loves tequila. - That's true.

- But he can't drink it. - Also true.

Otherwise, bad things happen.

We all have to make sacrifices, Valerie.

Now, I need your answer.

You can have the parachute or you can have the handcuffs.

What's it gonna be? You have three seconds.

It's not too late to turn back.

Well, you better hope Agent Mitchell values

your life over his career,

because I meant what I said to him.

Now, where's the laminator?

You really need it?

What, am I gonna glue these together?

Yeah, I need it.

Hey.

Why can't I come with?

We been through this, baby.

Let me get settled first,

then I'll arrange for you to meet me.

We've got him between three cell towers.

Narrowing it down.

You know me, I'm greedy. I want to be with you.

Running sound profile.

Don't worry.

Picking up traffic noises and a faint train horn.

The next time I see you,

we won't leave the bedroom for a week.

Tell me. Tell me more.

What are you gonna do to me?

Just wait to hear from me.

Wi-Fi signal is identified.

Matching local SSIDs to locations.

Narrowing the search.

Got him, texting you the coordinates now.

OK, we're on the move.

Not working out the way you planned?

We need to roll now.

- What about the laminator? - The hell with it.

We'll make do.

Move his ass.

Anything?

- Not yet. - Valerie?

She's in the back seat. She's good.

Are we going in, or do you want to wait

till we get a crowd out here?

- Apres vous. - Let's go.

Clear!

Clear!

Well, they must have had Raines.

At least there's no blood.

Facial recognition is active.

System's scanning.

No hits yet.

We got something.

I recognize him, one of Belmondo's men.

Uh...

Jules Archambeau.

Yeah, what's up, Amanda?

One of Belmondo's men is hovering

around the edge of the crowd.

I just texted you his name and mugshot.

Nice and slow.

What's this message from Amanda about?

- Stay with him. - What?

All right, now tell me,

how did Agent Mitchell gain access to the apartment

of Valerie Mehrez?

Imagine it was your colleague,

your friend, who has been abducted.

What would you do?

Just try to imagine that scenario.

That... that is all I ask.

Flank him.

He's heading away from the crowd toward the park.

We got him. We're moving in.

Don't lose him.

He's picking up the pace.

He's on the Rue du Transvaal, heading south.

FBI, stop!

He's about to take an alley on your right.

There are stairs down to the street.

Watch out. Watch out.

Careful.

This street opens up into a busy café district.

You'll be surrounded by a lot of foot traffic.

We're on him!

He's trying to lose us on the side streets!

- Ty! Ty! - Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

He's heading for the boulevard.

Yeah, I'm right on him.

Hands! Let me see your hands now!

Hands! Hands. Don't move.

Gun.

Yeah, we got him. Nice work.

Hello?

Hello, Mrs. Vo?

My name is Amanda Tate,

and I am the supervisory intelligence analyst

with the Fly Team here in Budapest,

and, um, I need to bring you up to speed

on an incident involving Cameron.

Hey. He's in there.

I'm ready. Are we doing this?

Apres vous.

All right.

Where's Greg Csonka?

We keep it in English,

and he ask the question.

I don't know.

Agent Andre Raines, where is he?

I don't know.

I just do a little task.

I get espresso, a pack of cigarettes,

stuff like that.

They don't let me in the back room.

You're like an errand boy?

Well, here's what you're looking at regardless, OK?

Harboring a fugitive, conspiracy,

aiding and abetting, obstruction of justice,

accessory to murder. You're gonna go away for decades,

you understand that? Behind bars.

Unless you want to start talking.

I don't know nothing.

You're tough now, but I wonder how long

that will last when I transfer you to Fleury-Mérogis?

Hmm?

You know what happens there, right?

You know the gangs run the place.

It won't take long for word to spread

to the Corsican mafia or the North Africans

that you've been talking with us.

How long do you think you will last after that?

Or you can help Agent Mitchell,

and instead of Fleury-Mérogis, I get you a cozy cell in Réau.

Modern place, good security,

none of those unfortunate accident

that tend to happen elsewhere.

That sounds nice.

I strongly suggest you accept my offer.

I swear, I won't be in this charitable mood later.

OK.

Greg Csonka is going to use your agent FBI credential

to bypass the security and get into the FBO facility.

- I forget what that stand for. - Fixed-base operator.

Right, that, at Paris-Orly Airport.

He's chartering a jet to Dubai while we're talking.

FBOs are private airline terminals hosted

at commercial airports but managed by private companies,

not accessible to the public, with separate entrances

and minimal security.

Vehicles can drive onto the tarmac,

right to the plane.

We need that entire airport shut down.

OK.

I need confirmation that all charter flights

have been locked down and runway access closed off.

Detain all private flight crews preparing to leave

and keep all charter hangars under surveillance.

We'll be there in 10 minutes.

I've already coordinated with the French authorities.

If this man gets on that plane, he is gone for good.

You will be held responsible.

Yeah?

You're kidding me.

Any way in?

Pull over.

Pull over!

The airport's on lockdown.

Sorry, plan B.

Hey!

Garretson.

Hey, Smitty. Smitty, it's me.

I'm OK.

Look, Csonka's on foot.

He's headed east near Rue du Reuilly near the avenue

of Avenue Daumesnil.

We need the hospital where Cam is at locked down now.

- Lock down the hospital. - Hold on.

- How's it going? - All right.

Andre.

- Thank God. - I'm good.

He took off that way, down the bridge.

I shot him in the leg, man, so he's limping.

- Smitty, stay with him. - Stay on coms.

Get him!

Thank God.

Ty, take the stairs.

Hands!

Csonka, stop!

Let me see your hands now!

Here we are, brother, the kill floor.

- They'll carve me up. - Get on your knees.

Oh, come on.

You know, if it's good enough for a 1,500-pound steer

who never hurt nobody, it's good enough for me.

It's over. Get on your knees.

Now, you ever seen one of them,

those big boys raising their feedlots

up in the Central Valley?

You know, they truck them down in the dead of night,

hundreds of them crammed together.

Ty, we're on the bridge. Get up here now.

They can barely stand until they get pushed

into the slaughterhouse.

Well, then they perk up real quick.

Believe me.

My old man used to watch 'em come through.

A pit in his stomach

just like the one you got in your gut right now.

I'm arresting you, Greg.

It's just a job, Wesley.

Don't beat yourself up.

Some people sell insurance.

Others, they spill blood.

What did you stab him with?

I pulled this tack strip off the chair

they had me cuffed to.

Quantico's finest with the tack strip.

- That's what I'm talking about. - Hey.

Um, I'm sorry about the Valerie thing.

I had to.

I think she's happy with the deal we gave her though.

Sounds like she is.

Detective Deschamps, less so.

Really?

Oh, I thought he and I were cool.

As did I, but he's still making a fuss,

claiming it was unlawful entry on her apartment.

I think he's generating a complaint.

Well, is there anything I can do?

I don't want to jam you up on this one.

He can bugger off.

Celeste has an update.

Celeste, we're all here.

What's going on?

Cameron's in recovery.

She's going to be OK.

All right. What do you need?

Uh, a drink.

All right, let's get one.

There's something I got to do first.

Just text me where you guys are gonna be.

Yeah.

Hello, Mrs. Vo?

It's Amanda Tate here.

I've got some great news.

Avec mes... avec mes...

Oui?

Avec mes excuses les plus sinceres.

Excuses acceptées.

- Bon soir. - Bon soir.

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