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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]