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Tony is a fugitive.

I'll find him.

We need a place to disappear for a while.

Any thoughts?

Oh, my God.

Tony...

Nicole?

-Don't blame yourself. -What's that look?

It's nothing.

-She thinks we should push our wedding. -Why?

Because we're staying in a safe house for a reason.

I wonder if we can set a trap

for Martine.

Lure her to us.

I like it.

I knew you had a little Bonnie Parker in you.

Those whom God has joined together,

let no one put asunder.

For marriage is a lasting promise

of kindness, patience,

forgiveness and love.

Trust in God with all your hearts...

...and have witnessed the same before God and this company,

having given

and pledged their faith by the giving...

-and receiving of rings... -Shit.

I lost the signal.

...that you are husband...

Oui?

Hello, mean lady.

Boris Peskov.

I've been looking for you.

Ah.

So you can kill me?

Before you click-clack any more on that keyboard,

You don't want this call in your system,

Martine Aranow of Interpol.

What do you want?

I want you to leave me alone.

Oh, that's not going to happen, Boris.

The malware you developed

has been used to steal millions from Interpol

and kill innocent people.

-It's my job to bring you in. -Two secs. Almost done.

So I can make an official statement

that you hired me for 9.4?

That you killed another

9.4 programmer in Lecco?

-Wrong. -Did you call me

just to make absurd accusations?

No.

I called to threaten you.

My partner isn't as patient as me, Boris.

Take what I'm offering for your library of exploits

or you'll be negotiating in blood, not euros.

This is not a path you want to go down, Boris.

Recording our phone calls

-will only get you killed. -Uh-uh.

Threaten me, I publish.

Send Interpol, I publish.

You will never be safe from me

unless I am safe from you.

Leave me alone.

You were great.

At what?

Poking the bear?

She'll remember those weren't her exact words,

and she'll become an even meaner lady.

That was a pretty sophisticated deepfake.

It should hold up to forensics.

It doesn't have to for long.

Martine crashes your wedding

to steal the tapes we're only pretending to have,

we hack her phone

and before she even knows what's happening,

we find the incriminating data

and have some real leverage.

And we get ahead of her plans,

and clear our names.

Your clothes were making me sad.

Oh. Thank you.

Please tell me you didn't use

a credit card to buy any of this.

-Of course not. Relax. -It's nice.

These are my exact measurements.

I have an eye for these things.

Thank you.

I'll be with you in a moment, blue jay.

Bye.

As the bait in this trap, I must point out

that the purpose of bait is to be eaten.

We'll protect you.

Like you did my baby.

Look, we have friends and family at this wedding.

They're pathetic and fragile.

Well, we found some wedding guests

to swap for your actual friends and family

who know how to handle themselves.

Fruzsi, would you tell your fine countrymen

what's going on?

What could go wrong?

-You okay? -I'm fine.

These roads are a mess.

Just hold on, I will get through them as fast as I can.

This is not my baby.

If all we need to do is

believably reveal our location to Martine,

we could just file an anonymous tip.

No.

Okay. No bad ideas in brainstorming, right?

Of course, except that one.

Yeah, anonymous tip screams we're setting a trap.

We need to draw Martine out

and make her think she's finding us on her own.

It can work. Okay, just...

Boris, why don't we just put you on the CCTV database

and then she can catch you out for a stroll?

Catch me taking a stroll?

Because anyone knows that I do not stroll,

and I do not make pea-brained mistakes.

Okay? I exploit them.

My Boris is too brilliant to leave breadcrumbs.

But I posted a selfie...

I think that can work.

Did you know that you could minor in floristry

at the police academy?

-I will handle Groomzilla. -Thank you.

Boris, look...

Hey, Sophie.

You're calling early. Everything okay?

It's fine. Reception's still terrible.

I actually hate yoga.

And Tali's so annoyed with me, she's reading.

Books?

It's a miracle. Truly. How are you?

Um...

All thing considered, I'm okay.

That felt loaded.

You're really gonna make me ask?

I met Tony's girlfriend.

-Boutique girl? -Nicole, yes.

-And her, um, husband. -No!

Aw, poor Tony.

-Did you at least enjoy the show? -It was, uh...

...interesting?

What did you do?

Nothing.

-I mean, we almost... -With Tony?

Whatever. No, it's...

I don't know what I was thinking, I...

-I know it doesn't work. -Who knows?

-You've both changed. -Have we, though?

Hey!

Hey, Tony!

Sophie.

Where's Tali?

Um... Tali!

Your mom and dad are on.

I'm afraid the swan has been irreparably damaged.

Hi.

Hey! There's my girl.

Oh, it's good to see you.

Have I ever told you you're my favorite daughter?

It doesn't count if I'm your only daughter.

We're so sorry you're stuck there.

We know how hard it's been.

Yeah. This will all be over soon

and we will be back together, kiddo.

-When? -Soon.

Wait. Where are you?

What are you doing?

Why does it look like you're at a wedding?

-It's a little complicated. -Uh... It is, honey.

-And we have to go, so... -And really not what you think.

...we'll call you again first chance we get, okay?

Don't worry about us.

-We love you. -We love you so much.

Lilacs. What are the odds?

Uh...

I hear they're quite popular at weddings.

Ooh.

Uh, I thought I was in shape.

Yeah, it's a vicious cycle.

The more playtime we schedule to wear her out,

the more endurance she builds.

What she needs is more screen time.

Rot her brain, atrophy her muscles.

I love the smells of lilacs.

Mm.

Oh, my God. Hey!

Hey!

Ziva.

No, no, no!

It's okay.

Céline, Ziva is Tali's mom.

Ziva, this is Céline, Nadia's mom, from Tali's class.

I'm sorry. I...

No, no, no. It's my fault.

We've been doing stranger-danger exercises all week,

and, um, I think we maybe overdid it a little bit.

Um, hey, kids, uh,

there was a bee on the cupcake.

Situation solved,

thanks to Tali's mom. Go tell 'em all about it.

Bye.

I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry. I just...

You don't have to explain anything.

You were protecting Tali.

Look, Dr. Lang gave me tools for this.

And you shouldn't have

-to deal with all this... -Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's okay.

And I'm always happy to be the good cop.

Hmm?

Voilà.

Martine and her minion, Galimard,

just landed in Budapest.

-Alone? -No Henry,

-no Section, and no Interpol. -Perfect.

Isolated and sprinting headlong into our trap.

Martine should enter from there.

We should make sure that any other approach is blocked.

And if she smells a rat, gets spooked

and decides to cut and run?

I'm way ahead of you.

It's not as fancy as the tracking toys you're used to,

but if she leaves, we can follow.

Always prepared.

How are you gonna plant this on her car without being seen?

-Stealth. -Hmm.

Okay, so let's pretend you're Martine.

We're gonna make sure that she lands here.

Okay.

Claudette, how's our signal up there?

It's weak, but stable.

Ziva, stay on your phone to keep the connection open.

What is this?

It's a miniature cell tower to link up with Martine's phone

so we can siphon her data without being detected.

Tony, you're blocking the signal.

Claudette?

How long will it take your device

to pull the data from Martine's phone?

With these upload speeds, maybe 20 minutes.

Longer, if the connection gets interrupted.

Well, that's a long time to keep her on the phone.

I got an idea.

Boris, can you spoof a cell phone number?

Does a babushka wear a headscarf?

But I think I've done enough for you.

What have you done for Boris lately, huh?

What's turned you so grumpy?

What's turned me so grumpy?

We should be riding the swan.

Instead, we are worms on the hook.

Our fairy tale has been hijacked.

You don't even seem to care.

What I care about...

spending the rest of my life with you.

Yes, we planned a beautiful, high-class,

magazine-worthy wedding,

but all that matters is we are together.

Ugh. I just want to marry you.

Me, too.

We just have to wait a little longer.

Not necessarily.

I'm ordained,

so I can marry you legally today.

Then, no matter what happens,

today is your wedding day.

You'll do that for us?

I would be honored for the right couple.

It's why I got ordained in the first place.

-Oh, it's okay, chouchou. -Mommy, I'm sorry.

Oh. It's all right, honey.

Why don't we get you cleaned up with a nice warm bath?

Huh?

And I will have everything good as new

when you get back.

Oof. That's much better, right?

Okay.

So...

do you want to tell me what happened?

A bad dream.

I'm so sorry.

You know you're safe and sound here, right?

A scary witch lady made me a poison cupcake,

like Snow White.

You know that's just a dream.

Right, Tali?

It's not real.

It's not real.

It's okay. She'll be fine.

Has this happened before?

It's getting better.

-How come you didn't tell me? -Hey.

Kids have nightmares, and it's perfectly normal.

-Didn't want you to worry. -You didn't want me to what?

This is all my fault.

The cupcake at the playground, and then I go home,

and I leave her here with all these thoughts, my thoughts.

-Don't blame yourself. -Look, we said

we didn't want to raise Tali the way we were,

with single, absent parents.

We are not our parents.

We are both here for her.

No, you are.

I go home.

And then I leave her here

with you,

the same way I did when she was two...

and I gave her to you.

I don't want to disappear on my little girl again.

Then don't.

Don't leave.

I can...

I have, uh... this family ring,

passed from father to son.

My father gave it to me. Don't hold that against it.

He always had a fear of commitment.

Am I doing this wrong?

Ziva, w... will you marry me?

-Oh. -No pressure.

Yes.

With this ring

I thee wed.

I pronounce you husband and wife.

Fruzsi, you may kiss the groom.

Ooh.

Hello.

You doing okay?

-Yes. I'm good. -Hmm.

Shoplifting?

I have a few outstanding warrants.

Fruzsi.

Well, looks like our fake wedding is down a fake bride.

-You said you would protect us. -From Martine,

who's gonna be here in 20 minutes.

So what?!

Forget this crazy plan to hack her phone.

Boris is out.

I have to save my wife.

Wow.

I just said "wife" for the first time.

Fruzsi, my wife.

Feels right.

Boris, I think we can help!

Once Fruzsi hits the prison system,

I can repeat our hack from this morning.

And what? I'm going to fake-marry myself?

Thank you.

Martine is entering the chapel.

Did you plant the tracker?

I thought this was gonna be your job.

How do I turn this thing on again?

It's literally

one button.

Oh, yeah. There we go.

Ah. That's your job done. Now off to mine.

Ow.

Thank God nobody saw that.

Well, you don't count. You see everything.

You look incredible.

Let's get this over with, huh?

Martine is in position.

Target acquired.

Just keep her texting.

Texting with periods.

This woman's intense.

-You text with periods. -I know.

And I never understood why Tali hated it so much until now.

Please be seated.

Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here to witness

and celebrate the marriage

Of Boris Peskov and Fruzsi Gortva in holy matrimony.

Claudette, how are we doing?

So far, so good.

Any news of Fruzsi?

-Checking. -This is not the beginning

of a new relationship,

but an acknowledgement

of the next chapter in their lives together.

Boris and Fruzsi,

we have come together this day...

Sorry, Boris.

She hasn't been booked into the prison system yet.

I'm not sure why.

We are here...

...to offer our love, and to stand with Boris and Fruzsi

as they affirm their bond formally and publicly.

Marriage is

an honorable estate, instituted of God.

Therefore,

this bond is not to be entered into unadvisedly

or lightly, but reverently,

deliberately and soberly.

Into this holy estate...

...these two persons present come now to be joined.

A reading...

Merde.

...from the Apostle Paul.

The first letter to the Corinthians.

Love is patient.

Why isn't she in the system yet?

I'm not sure.

Checking something.

I need to create a backdoor into the system.

Love is kind.

Just going to take a sec.

Keep her texting.

It is not self-seeking.

It is not easily angered.

It keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil...

How long do I have to keep this up?

We've captured about 30% of her data.

We may have another problem.

It's not just that Fruzsi is missing from the prison system.

I have no record of police arresting her today

at all.

She's going to figure it out.

Through Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Amen.

Focus.

Those whom God has joined together...

If Fruzsi's not with the police, then where is she?

...let no one put asunder.

This marriage...

Has anybody got eyes on Galimard?

If anyone can show just cause

why they may not be lawfully joined together,

let them speak...

...forgiveness and love.

Trust in God with all your heart,

and your path forward will be filled with joy...

...and light for all the years to come.

Boris and Fruzsi have consented together

in holy wedlock...

-Shit. -...and have witnessed the same before God...

I lost the signal.

...and this company,

having given and pledged their faith...

Tony, send her another text.

-Police! -What the hell?

Rendorség!

Nobody move. We know who you all are.

We know your release was unauthorized, but right now,

this is an Interpol operation.

We have a Red Notice on Boris Peskov.

I want everyone to stay calm, and nobody leave their seat...

Not today, Satan.

No. No, no!

No casualties. Only arrests.

Claudette, do we have a clear exit?

Where's Galimard?

Got him. He's in a room

on the other side of the complex.

Sharing coordinates... now.

I bet he's holding Fruzsi.

I'll meet you at the rendezvous point.

Coming through.

Martine is leaving.

I think she's coming your way, Tony.

Tony?

I'm going after her.

Ziva?

Martine!

You're a two-faced snake.

You're paranoid, Ziva!

Ziva, stop!

You threatened my daughter and framed us for murder!

And then, you stole a drone

from Reigning Fire. Really?

What?

Shh.

I want you to go find the others.

Okay.

You're right. Let's have a fair fight.

Though I've been running around the building all day.

Running? It's your strength.

And the lack of discipline.

Ah, that's gonna leave a nasty little welt.

Touché.

Mind the sill.

Oh, come on. That was self-defense.

Oh, God.

What do you need that for

if you have those incriminating tapes?

Are we good to go?

Yes. I'd just keep in mind the captain we hired thinks

that you're newlyweds we're sending off on a honeymoon.

Oh. Uh, uh.

I'm so sorry, Fruzsi.

I paid for that dress.

Mm... Oh, hey! Have this.

It's made of python.

We paid for it.

-That looks nasty. -Eh.

You should see Galimard.

How you doing?

You should see Henry.

Look at this.

9.4.

We found it in the lining of Martine's bag.

Well, Fruzsi did. She was assessing its value.

-Did you find any data in her phone? -Yeah.

Something odd.

There were multiple references to a supermax prison in Austria.

Couldn't figure it out until I found its roster.

Jonah Markham?

I think we just found the missing

secretary-general of Interpol.

So Henry didn't just screw us over,

he threw his boss in prison?

Under a fake name.

Do you know if they're holding him hostage there?

Well, whatever they're up to,

safe bet it doesn't end well for Jonah.

Then we save him and end this.

It's like you read my mind.

What?

Yeah.

-Hey. -Hi.

Oh. Sorry. I didn't know you were changing.

Uh, well, unsuccessfully.

Um, I might actually ask you for help, if it's okay.

-Of course. -Okay.

I mean, if it is uncomfortable...

Actually, I can get Claudette. Do you want Claudette?

No. It's okay.

All right.

Crazy day, huh?

Yeah, you could say that again.

Um...

You know, I was wondering...

I mean, we haven't really had a chance to talk, and...

...and this might seem like it's coming out of left field, but...

Um, I was gonna ask...

Ah. Air!

Why would anyone want to do this?

You know how much Fruzsi paid for this dress?

It's like a death trap.

I'm sorry. Uh, you were saying?

Nothing.

I'm gonna let you change.

Words. When you need 'em most...

Talk's cheap anyway.

Come in.

♪ I don't want to fall again ♪

♪ For you ♪

♪ Every time I run to you ♪

♪ I lose ♪

♪ No one really knows me ♪

♪ Like you do... ♪

...boat.

It must have champagne! Oh.

I-I'm leaving. I was never here.

♪ Every time I run to you ♪

♪ I'm doomed ♪

♪ To loving you, loving you ♪

♪ I'm doomed ♪

♪ To loving you ♪

♪ Loving you. ♪

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Getting Jonah Markham out is going to be hard.

He's being held in the most sophisticated prison in Europe.

Biometric checkpoints,

two-tiered keys, magnetic locks.

Every prisoner tagged and accounted for

24/7.

You'll get a full debrief when we get to Washington, D.C.

We are about to embark on something extremely dangerous.

What I want to know is, can 9.4 get us in,

and more importantly, get us out?