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[Anton, in Belarusian] I'm sorry I got you into this, brother.

I've always been the chain around this family's neck.

[gunshot]

I've done everything for this country!

Leave Belarus, now.

I'm scared.

Everything will be okay. I'll meet you on the plane.

[Oliveras, in English] Are you saying that it's terminal?

Yeah.

[Shepherd] One company, VKN Ltd., bought radiation niptongs

as their sole purchase.

It's a lot of bank accounts, and so far we're coming up empty.

[in Belarusian] You embezzled over 100 million Belarusian rubles.

Take us to the money.

[grunting]

-[beeping] -[in English] Fuck.

[sucks teeth]

[in Belarusian] A scientist conducts an experiment.

He puts a nail on a chair and instructs three men to sit...

one Russian, one Ukrainian, and one Belarusian.

First, the Russian.

The Russian sits on the nail.

Immediately, the Russian curses,

...punches the scientist in the face,

...and smashes the chair to bits!

Next, the Ukrainian.

[chuckles, sucks teeth]

The Ukrainian sits on the chair,

...jumps up,

...pulls the nail out of the wood and says,

"This will come in handy."

"I can use this on the farm."

-[chuckles] -[chuckles]

Finally...

...the Belarusian.

The Belarusian sits directly on the nail...

Gets comfortable.

He keeps his ass on the chair.

Then he looks at the scientist...

...and smiles,

"This is wonderful!"

"May I sit here all day?"

[chuckling]

-[chuckles] -How many?

Eight.

This is his fourth night here...

...and he always pays cash.

Help him get up.

Who's there?

My name is Lubomir Piskun.

And I know who you are.

You're a sad man with a lot of money.

And if I noticed it...

...there are plenty of thieves around here who have noticed it too.

I could help you protect and grow your wealth. Or...

...if it gets you in trouble someday,

you call me.

["One More Reason" playing]

[music continues playing on radio]

-[phone ringing] -[music stops]

[in English] It's Meachum.

-Yo, Meachum. -What's up, Cione?

Hey, did you put out a BOLO on any crime connected to Belarus?

Yeah, I did. Why?

We got three bodies in the basement of a house in Sherman Oaks.

Some kind of robbery explosion.

-One guy's wallet was still in his pants. -Uh-huh.

It had a Belarusian Consulate security badge inside it.

[cutlery clattering]

[Mark] What's the address?

10259 Meadowcrest.

[music continues playing on radio]

[music ends]

-Barna. -Meachum.

Explosion was in the basement.

-Homeowner here? -Negative.

Mortgage in the name of Joseph Horvat.

It was an accident or homicide?

See for yourself.

Ah, thanks.

-Inside of the safe's untouched. -Yep.

So the door was opened after the explosion?

Yeah. Figure Joseph Horvat, or whoever lives here,

got all their valuables out and fled the scene.

[Mark] Hmm.

Or...

he came inside to protect himself from the explosion...

and opened the door afterwards.

Huh.

That's the body with the ID?

[Barna] Mm-hmm.

Something else survived.

This photo was in his pocket.

[suspenseful music playing]

-[music ends] -Right. Homeowner's name is Joseph Horvat.

Which is basically John Smith in Croatian,

but I think once we do the, um... the... the...

-The forensics? -Thank you. Jesus.

Um, we'll find that it was paid for by VKN Ltd., or some variation.

Now, we already know that this guy was in ordnance.

He blew up a plane to fake his own death.

He changes his identity like people trying on a new jacket.

The safe door was rigged open from the inside,

which means he could've very easily planted the IEDs himself.

Blast origins were here and here.

So this is, uh... this is what I think happened.

I think the... I think the Belarusian heavies showed up

to throw their weight around, rough him up, kidnap him.

Hell, I don't know.

Then I think Volchek lures them down to the basement,

distracts them, climbs into the safe, shuts the door,

throws an ignition switch, and boom.

Problem solved.

I like it.

Consulate Security's known about this guy for 15 years.

I mean, he embezzled what? A hundred million in rubles?

Think they might want him just as bad as we do.

Yeah. I'll go visit Consul General Astapov again.

Good news is I don't think any of this is state sponsored.

I mean, if he's killing his own countrymen, then...

Bad news is we're dealing with a lone wolf.

Well... [sighs] ...I'd hate to have the world on high-alert

if his government were behind it, but at least we could vie for diplomacy.

Our only option with a lone wolf is to catch him.

-Correct. -[Finau] Then we catch him.

The fuck happened to a guy where he wants to eradicate a whole city?

[Piskun, in Belarusian] The problem you have, Mr. Vuso,

...is the cash in your bank account is so large,

it will continue to attract attention.

I suspect that the fact that you have no records before 2019...

...is why your name might not be Barry Vuso at all.

I only say this to assure you I am your friend, Mr. Vuso.

The shores of America are the great erasers of history.

Who you were before?

Forgotten.

The trouble you fled? Hmm?

No matter.

You are a new man here.

The American Dream can be yours.

It's true.

Though...

...you cannot achieve it sleepwalking.

I just want to start over.

Good.

First, we find a legitimate business to buy...

so that when you spend cash...

...the government remains...

...unconcerned.

[in English] I'm digging deep on Rolf Morozov.

Previous employment, military service, family, finances, the works.

[Bell] Great. Let me know where I can help.

I'm on evidence gathered from the upper floors of the house.

So, uh, furniture, clothes, drawers, kitchen appliances, receipts.

Yeah. I'm on the sale of the house, mortgage records, property taxes.

Also, restaurants in the area, grocery stores.

Anyone with a camera that can show us Volchek's daily habits.

-Okay, great. Let's compare notes. -[Shepherd] Yeah.

I'm still waiting on the other bodies in the basement to be identified,

but I'll bio them as soon as I get an ID.

-Okay. -All right.

Desk wasn't working for you?

I figure I'm closer to the fridge this way.

Don't touch my Roscoe's in there, by the way.

Too late. [chuckles]

It's really good.

[clicks tongue] Uh, is this from the basement explosion?

Yeah, I'm just not much for staring at computer monitors, you know?

I like to get hard copies of everything.

I just figure that there's gotta be something in this rubble

or something in the safe that he didn't mean to leave.

Well, I'm gonna keep working that Consulate angle,

but let me know when you need a fresh set of eyes.

[Mark] Yeah.

Hey. Um...

thank you for not telling everybody about, uh...

You know.

I'm not gonna HIPAA you, Meachum.

[clicks tongue]

That said, I do think you should say something to Blythe.

Look, do what you want. I'm not gonna force you.

But all of these people have proved their mettle again, and again.

They're just as tough as you.

They deserve to know that they have a ticking time bomb standing next to them

when their lives are on the line.

Fine.

Today?

Today.

I mean, look, I don't wanna get benched,

but if that's what Blythe decides to do, then so be it.

Yeah.

Good.

I'll just find a way to work the case from the outside.

Hey, Heather.

Hey. Where's Blythe? I need a couple of minutes.

You just missed him. He's heading to the Consulate.

Okay.

[Nathan] I have a theory about what happened last night.

I'm sorry. You'll have to forgive me. I...

Your men were killed inside a house owned by Volchek.

And I don't know if it was a disagreement, or plans gone wrong,

or what exactly your relationship is with the suspect.

All I know is that we have the same problem now.

-[strikes match] -Volchek.

[breathes deeply]

I too have a theory, Agent Blythe.

I have a theory that the FBI broke into this consulate's computers

and already found our files on Volchek.

In fact, the only reason your illegal theft isn't a major international incident

is because I did not want to embarrass our host country.

Or is it because you don't wanna be embarrassed yourself,

Consul General Astapov?

Is it because you're more concerned with your position

than you are about the fact that you got a homegrown terrorist out there

about to commit an unspeakable act on your host country?

Not everything's in computer files.

Your men found Volchek, and they were either too arrogant or too stupid

and decided to confront him alone.

They're in a thousand pieces now because of their arrogance.

I won't...

-I won't have you come in here... -Now is not the time

to withhold information.

I need everything you got.

Get out of my office.

Get out of my office.

Fine.

I'll go around you.

I'll have Washington reach out to your ambassador

and tell him exactly what's going on here.

[Astapov] Out.

-This is on you. -[sighs]

I have the SVTC set up with Deputy Director Fischer and EAD Kelly.

What do you have, Nathan?

Gentlemen.

Thank you for taking the time.

We have a violent extremist in possession of three forty-ton tractor-trailers

with enough fissile material to inflict maximum damage on any city in America.

We know his name from his home country Belarus was Borys Vusovich,

but he's used multiple identities since 2019,

including Joseph Horvat and the surname Volchek, first name unknown.

He has ordnance experience with the Belarusian SSO.

-Perfect. -You can see in the 302s,

we believe he killed three security detail from his own consulate

using IEDs in his residence.

The Consul General Astapov has been unhelpful.

Would appreciate any pressure you could bring to bear on him from Washington.

[Fischer] Absolutely.

We're tied in tightly with State. The White House is on this.

-The ambassador will get summoned. -Appreciate it.

The whole Interagency is spun up on this,

and we're briefing in the Situation Room twice daily.

We'll continue running interference to keep them out of your hair.

Concentrate on finding this guy,

-but, uh, keep us in the loop. -Great.

We've deployed HRT and HMRU out of Quantico.

Have them pre-staged in Los Alamitos if you need them.

You got a green light on any asset you need.

Whatever it takes.

[Nathan] Thank you. I'll keep you informed.

Mr. Vuso.

Oh, you don't have to... I don't even know why we're doing that anymore.

LA health examiner is like, "This is my personal fiefdom." [chuckles]

She was the first to lock down, last to open too.

This ain't 2020. [chuckles]

Yes. Well, it's nice to be outside.

And happy people are doing business again.

My sentiments exactly, Mr. Vuso.

I'm-I'm glad to hear you say that.

-My interest is for all ten parking lots. -And that is a very wise decision.

This is a family business, these lots.

I'd hate to carve them up between buyers.

I'd like to resolve the price.

I like you, Mr. Vuso.

I can meet your thirty million, since you're taking all ten lots.

-Then we have a deal. -[chuckles] We have a deal.

Oh. See here.

Those are Hollywood trucks.

They're renting the lot for the next eight days.

Printing money.

That's what you just bought yourself.

Money printer.

Shall we take it inside and let the lawyers earn their percentages? [chuckles]

[dramatic music playing]

[music ends]

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

I can't talk right now.

Hey. I said I can't talk.

I-I-I don't know.

Okay, I'll call you back.

[sighs]

Hey, boss. Can I get a minute?

Sure. What do you need?

[Mark] Um...

Been trying to grab you for a second. I, uh...

[Bell] Boss.

There's an American Postal Service truck

parked outside the Federal building on Wilshire.

It's got tinted windows and no license plates.

-[Nathan] That a Gallagher truck? -[Finau] Yeah, I think so.

-I'm going over there. -I'm coming with you.

The rest of you stay here. That is an order.

If that truck blows, I want you to catch this son of a bitch.

-Boardroom? -[Bell] Yeah.

[sirens wailing]

Out of the truck! Right now!

-Now! Open the door! -Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

-Out! Now! -Don't shoot.

On the ground.

On your stomach. Hands behind your back now.

-Where's Volchek? -Who?

Where'd you get that truck?

[driver] I was hired by a service.

I was told to pick it up in Downey and drive it here, park it right there,

and someone was gonna come get it.

[Mark] Where in Downey?

[driver] It was on the street.

They said keys would be inside, and that... that's where they were.

Hey.

How was I supposed to know you can't park there?

Get him to the interrogation tent.

[dog barks]

-Jerry. -Boss.

I'm gonna need everyone back to Pasadena.

-[Nathan] You know this could be... -I know.

[Nathan] All right. Everybody clear out.

I need every car and every tent to the next block.

I need every building you can see from here evacuated.

You heard him. Everyone back. That means you too, buddy.

Yeah, I heard you. I know.

Hey. Listen. Bomb techs gonna have their hands full getting that back door open,

-but if Volchek's in there... -Now.

-Don't fucking touch me. -Hey! Enough!

Fall back, Meachum.

[breathing heavily]

[Jerry] Approaching the truck now.

[breathing heavily]

Checking underneath.

Clear.

[Nathan] Approaching mobile command unit.

[officer] Getting picture up to you now, sir.

[Nathan] Okay. We got picture.

You're up on one, Jerry.

[Jerry] I'm gonna drill.

[Nathan] Proceed.

[Jerry] Affirmative.

Drilling now.

Inserting camera.

[suspenseful music playing]

-We've got a picture? -[Nathan] Affirmative.

Cargo area appears empty. No sign of energetic material.

[Nathan] We're seeing the same.

All right, move to enter.

[Jerry] Proceeding.

Approaching.

[Mark] Be careful.

[Jerry] Clear. All clear.

[Nathan] Nothing?

Two cameras.

Corners alpha and delta.

We got another one up here.

There's one in the cab too. What, are they streaming?

Bastard's watching our response.

[ominous music playing]

Good work today, Jerry.

Any day I leave in one piece is a good day.

Hey, bomb tech tells you to move back a block, you do it, no arguments.

You hear me?

-Yeah, I just... -You're no good to anybody dead.

-What I was trying to do... -This isn't a two-way conversation,

Meachum.

I say, "Get back." You say, "Yes, sir" from a block away.

That's it. End of discussion.

Yes, sir.

Good morning, Mr. Vuso. Um, there's a man waiting in your office.

He say who he was?

Um, something about from the city. Do you want me to...

Hello?

Mr-Mr. Vuso?

-John Ross. -You're from the city?

Fleet management, correct.

What is this concerning?

We are going to need to requisition a few of your lots under the 3021 act...

which designates the right of the city of LA

to park municipal vehicles on private lots.

No one told me this.

I'm telling you now.

The previous owner said nothing.

I can't speak for the previous owner,

but you've been notified personally, which is the point of my visit.

I can't make a profit if the city's using my lots for...

[John] I'm sure you'll find a way.

Thank you for your time.

[Volchek] This is outrageous!

[Shepherd sighs]

[line ringing]

Hey, Mom.

Evan, oh, it's good to hear your voice.

Yeah. I've gotten, like, 400 messages from Molly.

Ah. What'd she say?

I don't know. I haven't listened to them.

She's moving your way.

[Shepherd] What?

Fresh start. That's what she said.

No, no. She... She can't come here.

[sighs] You think I can tell your sister what to do?

Well, Mom, it's not the time.

Well, it wasn't the time when she moved in here either.

Your father said, "No chance in hell,

it's gonna be the same mess it always was."

-[clicks tongue] And he was right. -Mom...

Mom, I am on a federal task force.

We are hunting a terrorist. She can't just...

I don't know what to tell you.

Molly's gonna Molly. It really doesn't matter what I say.

Yeah. Okay.

It's one of the Gallagher trucks. Confirmed. The VIN numbers match.

[Finau] So that was the reskinning, a postal truck.

And there are, what? Maybe 10,000 in Southern California on any given day.

Yeah. Not to mention, doesn't mean he's using the exact same skins

on the other two. They could be anything.

-Looks authentic. -[Bell] Yeah, it does.

Hey. You okay?

Uh, yeah.

I'm gonna get back to crunching on the Sherman Oaks house.

Okay.

[sighs]

[John] Mr. Vuso.

I was surprised to get your call.

Yes, well. In Europe, we sometimes give a donation to government officials

who are willing to reconsider policy.

I thought it was different here, but I was sorely mistaken.

I don't understand.

Please accept this on my behalf.

In exchange, you will find another private lot owner to push around.

You heard him.

-[officer] Barry Vuso... -[siren blares]

...you're under arrest for bribing a city official.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.

Cuff him.

Confirmed.

Face forward.

Got it.

I'm telling you, the place reeks. We're outgunned.

What am I supposed to do? Knock on the door and say howdy?

All right. I'll ask my sergeant if he can assign more bodies.

No, no. Don't ask him, tell him. That's what I do.

Officer? I was wondering when I can speak to my attorney.

[grunts]

You'll see your attorney when you fucking see your attorney.

Now, stay back.

Oh, you got a lawyer?

Course he has a lawyer. Look at him.

[detainee] He's rich, right?

-You rich, man? -Oh, he's rich. I can smell rich.

-Back up. -[detainee chuckles] You don't mean that.

You wouldn't talk to a friend that way.

Yeah, he ain't your friend?

[grunting]

[chuckles] Whoo!

-Get him! -[grunts]

[detainees clamoring]

[grunting]

All right, that's it. Come on.

Hey! That's enough. Back up!

-Come on. Enough. -[gasping]

-[coughing] -Stay back. That's enough.

Get back, motherfuckers.

Get him up.

[groaning]

[breathing heavily]

[sighs]

I tried to trace the camera streaming signals from the reskinned truck

to see who has access to the feed.

It's all encrypted and masked.

It was worth a shot.

Yeah. [sighs]

Okay. I'm back to poring over bank statements,

trying to find another VKN Ltd. purchase.

I can help you with that. Yeah, these ones?

[typing]

So, get this. My sister Molly's coming to town.

Sister?

Older or younger?

Uh, she's a year older. But an absolute disaster.

Oh. So, just like you.

[chuckles]

-No, she's nothing like me. -Mm-hmm.

[inhales sharply] She went Fyre Fest if that tells you anything.

-She went to Fyre Festival? -Mmm.

-Okay, that tells me a lot. -Yeah.

She's always looking for the next party.

Instagram influencer, whatever bullshit.

Yeah, like I said, a disaster.

No, she sounds like fun.

She's not. And now, she's...

Hold on.

Whoa, yeah, okay.

Six months ago, VKN purchased land just north of Santa Barbara in Goleta.

-What's the address? -It's 3529 Palo Rio.

-Uh, transfer to the conference room. -Yeah.

Ninety-five acres in Goleta, 22 miles north and east of Santa Barbara.

This farm sold in January for 19 million.

There's a structure right here.

Estimated size, 19,000 square feet.

Big enough to hold both our missing tractor-trailers.

That's right.

All right, Meachum, Oliveras, Bell, Finau, get up there and check it out.

Shepherd, there should be a report coming in on the American Postal Service skin.

Nice work, Bell.

[engines revving]

Where are all the farmers?

Or pickers?

Anyone.

[ominous music playing]

This is enough fertilizer for 20 Oklahoma Cities.

And no trucks.

[device buzzing]

Okay.

They were just here.

Fifty pounds of fertilizer in each bag,

which means there's over 45,000 pounds of ammonium nitrate in each vehicle.

The tracks match Gallagher truck factory release tire treads.

They were here.

[Nathan] And with evidence of the fissile material,

we have to assume that each truck is loaded and on the move.

The federal building was a fucking test run.

[Bell] Local sheriffs put roadblocks on Cathedral Oaks Road

and the two entrances to the 101 out of Goleta.

Lot of stops, no bombs.

[Nathan] All right, I want you all to get as much sleep as you can.

In the next six hours after that, we go 48 on

until we either have this guy in our hands or in the ground.

[smacks lips] I have a good sense of these things.

We're in the final push.

I'll drive.

Hey, what about you? You gotta get some rest too.

I'm right behind you.

[gasps] Oh, my God. Thank God. I've been sitting here for, like, an hour.

[Shepherd sighs] Molly.

-I tried to send you, like, 500 texts. -Yeah, I know. I've been busy.

Okay, well, get showered and get dressed because we are going to SoHo

and then we are going to the Academy.

-No, we're not. -[chuckles]

Come on, Evan. I just got here.

-And I think... -Molly.

-Molly, you are not listening to me, okay? -I think... That...

I am on a federal task force.

Just for once in your life could you think about anybody other than yourself?

And, please, go back to wherever it is that you came from

because you are not safe here.

Oh, my God.

Evan... [stammers] ...there's no audience here.

You can save the bullshit for those who don't know how you used to be.

How I used to be?

Yeah. I held your hair while you crashed, if you'll remember.

-[inhales sharply] -Okay.

[clears throat] Anyway, okay. Forget it. Here.

You used to be fun.

Oh, and leave the door open for me so I don't have to break a window later.

[scoffs]

[sighs]

I can get it.

I got it.

Okay.

We've got, like, five hours. You wanna just crash here?

-Crash? -Yeah.

Yeah. What, are you gonna drive all the way back to Eagle Rock?

Don't worry, I'll take the couch. You'll be fine.

[inhales sharply, clicks tongue] Nah. I have a whole routine I do.

Sound machine, eye mask.

I can make ocean noises.

I use white noise.

Well, I can make white noise.

You are white noise.

And I'm not Melinda Bates.

-Or her sister Rachel. -Right.

You know. So, that... that... that wouldn't work.

-That hurts. -[chuckles]

[Oliveras] Night, Meachum.

And don't think it was lost on me that you haven't told Blythe.

Yeah. Uh, I will. First thing.

[knocks on window]

[in Belarusian] We could've met at my office.

I'd prefer this to be just between us.

[in English] English okay? [stammers] I think better in English.

So, me first.

Um, I'm just gonna get right to it.

The city wants to make an example out of you.

You're looking at five counts of bribery, furtherance of a conspiracy,

abuse of process, undue influence, interference with a government official.

It's 30 years if you get the maximum.

Now, look.

-It can be done in a state prison... -The nail in the chair.

What?

They want me to keep sitting and ask for another just like it.

[chuckles] I don't understand. What?

[Volchek] I was living my life.

I absorbed the nail.

Then they took my brother.

They took my wife.

I came to this country to see with my own eyes

what kind of system could create men who do these... things.

I thought maybe I was wrong.

But it's not the crops. It's the very soil.

I... [stammers]...I don't understand what you're...

[Volchek] Let me see your keys.

-My keys? -To your car.

I want to make a point.

-[keys jingling] -Okay.

That sometimes, the man gets up off the nail and smashes the chair to bits.

[doors lock]

Open the car! Wait!

[dramatic music playing]

[phone ringing]

[Astapov] How may I be of service to you, Agent Blythe?

[Nathan] I need your help.

My superiors in Minsk and Washington have suggested I comply.

[clicks tongue] I'm sorry it had to be that way.

[Astapov] I'm a politician, Agent Blythe.

Sometimes it rains on Sunday, sometimes the sun shines.

The next week, the opposite.

The trick is to make it to the next Sunday. Mmm?

Volchek intends to set off a dirty bomb.

If he's successful, there won't be Sundays for any of us.

Yes.

We've both suffered losses because of this man.

I need everything you have on him.

[Astapov sighs]

Yes, I believe now you can contain Volchek better than I could.

["Colossus" playing]

Meet me at the alley where Third Street crosses Hill.

I'll give you everything.

-When? -Thirty minutes.

[music continues]

[Nathan grunts]

[grunting]

[breathes heavily]

[music continues]

[music stops]

-[screams] -[Oliveras] This was in Astapov's car.

Think he was gonna pass it to Blythe.

You took it from the scene?

I don't think we're worried about chain of evidence at this point.

[Shepherd] Best I can tell, they were tracking Volchek through a Russian.

-LAPD! -[Oliveras] Federal officers!

We got a runner.

[music resumes]

[music ends]