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It's gonna be a
black-ops team, off book.

- Buckle up.
- Report only to me.

Your family there...

I miss them, but I know
they're safer without me.

Shelby's my wife.

You married my best friend.

We're in this together, babe.

Alex.

Don't ever do that again.

You haven't told her about you and Alex.

There is no me and Alex.

These kinds of things have
a way of infecting a unit.

Now that looks good.

Well... here we are again.

Together... and yet utterly alone.

Is this the part where
we make a death pact

if we're not married
by the time we're 40?

Marriage is a death pact.

Speaking of marriage,
has Ryan told her yet?

- I'm staying out of it.
- But I will say one thing...

I'm very fascinated by the fact
you haven't shown much interest

in Mr. Mike McQuigg.

He's cocky.

He wears a five o'clock shadow
like he was born with it.

He is Alex Parrish, type A.

I'm not dating men I work with anymore.

It's a bad idea.

Yeah, I couldn't agree more.

Cheers.

Hello, Harry.

Hello, Dmitri.

We need to talk.

Do you remember the last time I saw you?

I made you a promise.

Huh?

Now I'm gonna keep it!

I'm not here to kill you, Harry.

Yeah? But I'm here to kill you!

Oni hotyat ubitj Emira.

His name is Dmitri Orlov,

and he's a spineless,
scheming Russian spy.

He was waiting for me when I got home.

You found a Russian FSB agent

- waiting for you in your apartment?
- Yeah.

His head's been on my bucket
list ever since I was in MI6.

Maybe he figured he'd get
to me before I got to him.

He's very resourceful.

If he wanted to kill you, why didn't he?

He had the drop on you.

I don't know. Sure, but...

No, no, no. Owen's right.

It doesn't make any sense.

Did he say anything to you?

Yeah, he said he wanted to talk,

- then he muttered something in Russian.
- What?

Look, this guy got one of my
colleagues in MI6 killed, okay?

He is not to be trusted.

Harry.

What did he say?

Uh...

Oni hotyat ubitj Emira.

"They're going to kill Emira"?

Who's Emira?

Wife? Girlfriend? Sister?

No, not "Emira."

"Emir."

Emir of Qumar is endowing
a Global Studies program

at Bardsley College.

His son is enrolling.

Gala's tonight.

Maybe he knows something.

Or... maybe it's a trap.

Yeah, we'll loop in Secret
Service. I'll tell the team.

No, no. You're not mobilizing
resources on this man.

He is a known liar and murderer.

It's a potential assassination
attempt on U.S. soil.

Liar or not, we need to check it out.

North perimeter secure.

Why didn't Owen just hand
this off to the Secret Service?

Apparently, our intel wasn't actionable.

Owen convinced them to indulge his hunch

by getting us on the list.

And I gotta say, I'm glad he did.

I like you in this tux.

I like getting you out of it even more.

Get a room, you two.

Must be nice having Daddy buy
your college an entire wing.

Oh, to be that rich and that young.

I'd get a pickup for every occasion.

450 for work, 350 for the weekends,

a Denali for nights out on the town.

You're like a bad country song.

No such thing.

Ladies and gentlemen...

- Here we go.
- The Royal Family of Qumar.

So, who's who?

The mean-looking one...

That's Faizan, the king's brother.

And that is Princess Nora,
the prince's older sister.

Here comes the king.

And the prince.

The prince hasn't spent more

than a couple of months in Qumar

since he was sent away to
boarding school at age 14.

And the king has been a major
ally in the war on terror.

Harry...

Harry, wake up.

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same question.

I'm concussed.

- Obviously.
- And meanwhile,

that monster, Dmitri, is out
there plotting God knows what.

No, my... my team thinks...

I know what they think.

But they don't know
Dmitri like we do, Harry.

If he's at the gala tonight,
this could be our last chance.

So again... what are you doing here?

The generosity of Sheikh Samir
and his beautiful family...

East perimeter, all clear.

Have made it possible for us
to do things at this university

that we'd only dreamed
about just five years ago.

This new wing reflects

an exciting new chapter
not only for our school...

No eyes on a potential threat,
but I do have eyes on Harry.

What the hell's he doing here?

May be a Brit, but
Harry's a damn cowboy.

Will be a beacon for those...

Help me find him.

Help you? No, no, no.

I'm here to kill you.

You kill me later.

We need to save the Emir.

- Who from?
- From my government.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please remain calm.

This is just a precaution.

It's happening.

Eyes and ears, everyone.

Folks, it seems we have a
small fire in the kitchen.

If you can move out in orderly fashion

using these two exits, please.

Alex and I are on the Emir.

That is him.

- Him who?
- The assassin, Harry.

We're on Dmitri.

And Harry, apparently.

Where the hell are they headed?

The alarm could be a distraction, Owen.

Part of a plan.

I'm trying to tell them.

They're sticking to
their evacuation protocol.

Get down!

Get down!

- FBI. FBI.
- Go, go, go, quick!

Please help!

His Highness has been shot!

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Viggo Popov... FSB's
most dangerous assassin.

In other words, Dmitri
was telling the truth.

Salt. Wound.

Well, since the Emir survived,

we have to presume that Viggo

is gonna stick around
and finish the job.

Well, it doesn't track.

The Russkies have controlled

the oil leases in Qumar for decades.

It's a petroleum-lubed lovefest.

- Why kill an ally?
- Harry.

Your pal Dmitri knows more than us.

You got a way to contact him?

Oh, no. You can't be serious.

Look, just because he wasn't lying

doesn't mean he can be trusted.

Do you have a way to get
ahold of the guy or not, Harry?

Yeah, I might.

Dead-letter drop? Homing pigeon?

No, I leave GPS coordinates

in the comments section
of an online video.

What?

It's a Japanese ukulele tutorial.

Just spoke to State.

The Emir's in the ICU at
an undisclosed hospital.

He's stable, but get this...

He has stage IV pancreatic cancer.

8 to 12 months, tops.

So, why assassinate
someone who's already dying?

Well, it depends. Who knew he was dying?

How?

The prince was in the
line of fire, not the king.

So, the Russians knew
that the king had cancer,

and Viggo knew the evacuation route

that the Royal Family was gonna take.

We have an even bigger problem.

An enemy... within.

All right, Alex,
McQuigg, Shelby, Deep...

Get inside the Qumari consulate.

Protect the prince and
smoke out the traitor.

- On it.
- You two connect with Dmitri

and hunt down Viggo Popov
before he strikes again.

Your Highness, may I present

- Agents Parrish and McQuigg from the FBI.
- Your Highness.

You're the ones who saved me.

I cannot thank you enough.

Our nation is indebted.

Truly.

We're sorry about your father.

Yes, and needless to say,
the FBI is working hard

to find out who is responsible and why.

And meanwhile, we've been sent over

to provide extra
security to your detail.

Not necessary.

The threat assessment and risk
prevention I provide this family

is the best in the world.

With all due respect, Your Excellency,

the prince is a protectee
of the United States,

and I'm afraid our government insists.

Insist all you like.

Your government has no authority here.

The consulate is sovereign territory.

They haven't told you yet, have they?

Told me what?

Your father wasn't the
intended target, Your Highness.

It was you.

Me?

But... I...

But why?

What is it? What's going on?

Father is dying, Khaled.

Pancreatic cancer.

We found out while you
were in Switzerland.

He didn't want you to worry.

He wanted you to focus on
school so you'd be ready.

This was none of your business.

You should go.

Escort them out.

We all want the same thing...
To keep the prince safe,

and if that's the best you've got,

I have some serious concerns.

They're staying.

But, Your Highness, this is not...

They saved my life.

And thanks to them, I now
know the truth about Father.

If Khaled wants them to stay, they stay.

Really, Harry? Briefs?

Now we can trust each other?

Look, if I believe you... And
I-I'm gonna be honest here,

I don't...

What's Russia's angle in all this?

Two months ago, the king and
his son met with your CIA agents.

The hit was ordered four days later.

So, Russia's upset that Qumar
is cozying up to the U.S.?

And what...

You're doing this out of
the goodness of your heart?

I was stationed in Qumar for two years.

I became close with Sheikh
Samir and his family.

He's a good man.

I don't want him to lose his
son in his last months on Earth.

So, you know then?

That his son is a target? I didn't...

until last night.

Look, I can find Viggo...

but I can't stop him alone.

Help me, Harry.

You can kill me when we're done.

I hear you were in the agency.

What happened?

You quit or get kicked out?

So, you meeting with the Qumari...

- This is about oil?
- Isn't it always?

Qumar's largest oil fields

have been controlled by
Russia for the last 40 years.

The Emir is considering a change.

Why were they meeting with you?

Let's just say we were offering

some American support and encouragement.

What's that code for?
Weapons? Dark money?

Who is this again?

Celine, that's enough.

Wow. Of course.

The Emir knew that upending

50 years of foreign policy with Russia

would be... controversial.

We were getting our ducks in a row.

Now, I hear you have agents
embedded with the prince.

Now, don't get me wrong.

We all hope His Highness survives.

- But if not...
- You'd like us to nudge his son

in the right direction.

The Secretary would
consider it a personal favor.

Huh. I'll see what we can do for him.

- Thanks for you time, Jim.
- And you.

You guys getting this?

Yeah, got it.

Are those macarons?

I love macarons.

Must be nice having your
every need anticipated.

Replace "anticipated" with "controlled."

Still sound nice?

I only took two semesters of psych,

but I'm pretty sure that's
what they call "transference."

I was born into a family empire.

Everything about my
life... Where I would study,

who my friends would be...
Everything was planned for me.

Tiny violins, rich girl.

I worked two jobs trying to
put myself through college.

I'm just saying...
my life wasn't my own.

I escaped.

He won't.

Faizan runs security,

so he's the one that
set the evacuation route.

He's also the one most adamant
that the prince is safe here.

Yeah, which means he probably isn't.

We need to get him out of here.

You know, he just found
out his father is dying.

Let's give him a minute
before we tell him

that the person who was
supposed to protect him

is trying to kill him.

My last conversation with
him can't be an argument.

I need to see him.

It's not safe, Khaled.

With respect, Your Highness,

I'm not sure it's safe here, either.

What are you talking about?

The Russians found out
about your father's oil deal.

They're the ones behind
the attempt on your life.

And we're pretty sure that somebody

in your father's inner
circle was working with them.

No, that's not possible.
Tell them, Nora.

On the plane ride over, I heard
Father arguing with Faizan.

I didn't know why until now.

The oil deal.

The Americans might be right.

We've been betrayed.

And until we prove it, you're
not safe here, Your Highness.

The guy roasting the chestnuts? Really?

Chestnuts is FSB facilitator.

Also, makes delicious nuts.

Well, I've gotta hand it
to you FSB guys, you commit.

And he's gonna help us find Viggo?

Well, Chestnuts and I have
worked together for many years.

Fine. We're coming with.

Oh, yes.

And I'll introduce you
as my best FBI friends.

- You can't be serious.
- He's not.

Go ahead. We'll be right here.

Oh, you know, d-don't mind me.

- I'm just trying not to get us killed.
- Dude.

I'm all for not trusting the Russians,

but he's done nothing
but tell us the truth.

You're acting crazy.

You're gonna blow this whole
thing. What's your deal?

What's my deal?

Look, when I was in
MI6, I cultivated Dmitri.

He told me he was
disillusioned with his country.

He wanted to defect.
I-I-I-I grew to trust him.

And I liked him, even.

And then he double-crossed you.

Yeah.

He was a dangle. And I fell for it.

Well, we're in the business of lying.

He was doing his job,
and you were doing yours.

Oh, is that how you justify
how you're treating Shelby...

That we're in the business of lying?

I have the address...

A pawnshop in Queens.

Now we go get Viggo.

The last thing he said to my
father is that he hated him.

What were they arguing about?

Khaled didn't want to
study political science.

He hated everything
about that endowment.

Felt my father was
trying to control him.

What did Khaled want to do?

He wanted to go to culinary school.

My father thought it was preposterous.

Their souls are cut
from different stars.

Khaled is no politician.

Then why is he such a
threat to your uncle?

My brother was almost
entirely schooled in the West.

Perhaps he was worried

that Khaled would be pro-American, too,

or...

Or what?

O-Or perhaps he felt that
Khaled didn't deserve the throne.

Hmm.

Maxim.

We need to talk.

I don't think that's wise, Faizan.

It wasn't a question.

We'll meet at the Samovar.
Just like last time.

11:00.

Maxim Belenko...

Russian oligarch.
Friends in high places.

Kremlin high.

Looks like Alex and McQuigg's
theory is panning out.

It's always the one closest
to you holding the knife.

This is everything that's wrong
with American foreign policy,

and I, for one, refuse
to perpetrate the horrors

of a petroleum-based
economy, unlike you two!

Celine. I have no intention
of doing the CIA's bidding.

Really? 'Cause it didn't
seem like that in the meeting.

That's not...

According to Chestnuts,

the back office is the FSB stage.

Viggo.

Ambush!

Harry!

3...

2...

1!

The doctors say his body was...
already weak from the cancer.

He's going to die, isn't he?

No wonder he was so hard on me.

He was just trying to prepare me.

Except I'm not...
prepared for any of this.

It should be her.

She's the one who stayed home.

She's the one who did
time in the military.

She's the one who's... most like him.

Papa.

Papa! Help!

Please, help him!

Khaled, get down!

I got him! You go after him!

Damn it!

My cover is blown.

They'll never stop hunting me now.

Nothing's gonna happen to you,

not while you're with us, at least.

The way you and Harry communicate

through the comment
section of the videos,

that... that pretty standard for FSB?

'Cause this looks likes a list
of websites and agent codes.

Well, every handler is different.

But, yes, it is common.

Yeah, well, if we can figure out
which one of these threads is Viggo's,

we'll be one step ahead of him.

Who was that man?

The FSB assassin.

How did they find us?

No one else knew which hospital
my father was being treated at

except for his security.

Except for Faizan.

He did this.

Father is dead because of him.

I can't do this.

I'm not ready to be king.
I don't know what to do.

You don't have to do it alone.

I'll be there to help you.

It should be you. We both know it.

In the coming days,
you will become Emir,

and everything will change.

Go somewhere.

Do something to make yourself happy.

Have one last night of freedom.

I'll cover for you at the consulate.

Take him wherever he wants to go.

So, this is what makes the prince happy.

So, what about you?

What's your perfect night in New York?

I don't know.

All right, let me guess.

Probably a night at the
opera 'cause, you know, Italy.

And I figured cosmos and
dancing at some hip club.

Probably with Harry.

Then I bet you round out the
night at the Momofuku Milk Bar

for dessert, but I'm
with you on that one.

You're so not even close.

These FSB guys really
do hide in plain sight.

Incidentally, I had no idea

there was this much
crap on the Internet.

Don't even get me started
on the foot-peeling videos.

Just

But if we can match GPS
coordinates to Bardsley College,

we'll know we found Viggo's thread.

Dude saved your life back there.

You're really just gonna

ignore him the entire time he's here?

That was the plan, yes.

Vodka's in the freezer.

I guess you think we're even now.

For what?

For, you know...

saving my life.

No, Harry.

I don't think it works like that.

Good.

Because of you, they knew
Jeffrey would be there.

Because of you, they were waiting.

They tortured him for days,
but he never gave up anything.

Jeffrey was good. He was tough.

No, you don't say his
name like you knew him.

- I did know him, Harry.
- Did you?

Did you know that he
was terrified of water

because he nearly
drowned when he was five?

Did you know that he
loved John Coltrane?

Did you know that he used
to push his glasses up

onto his nose using two
fingers instead of one?

Did you?

I didn't know any of those things.

No. No, you didn't know.

He's dead because of you.

He's dead because of me.

For my daughter's fifth birthday,

she wanted to see an American movie.

I told my wife to
wait for me in the car.

I heard the explosion from the elevator.

It was a car bomb
meant for me, of course.

Oh, God.

God?

God was nowhere to be found.

And when I got back to Moscow,

the directorate gave me 500,000
rubles collateral damage.

That's around $9,000 for my family.

That's what they were worth.

I'm sorry.

So, you see, Harry...

this is not a game to
either one of us anymore.

All right, so, come on. Tell me.

My perfect night?

Yeah.

Okay, perfect night...

I'd probably start with dinner

at Peter Luger's at the bar, by myself.

Reading between courses, and after...

probably ride my bike
back across the bridge

just in time for last
call at the White Horse.

That's your perfect night?

- Yeah.
- Our jobs are exciting enough.

There he is.

What do we got?

Seared scallops

in a grapefruit beurre blanc

with asparagus and celeriac.

Khaled, this is outstanding.

It's so good.

What's that, uh, sweet kicker?

A drizzle of honey. Just so.

Boom.

In another life, I
could've been a great chef.

But in this one, I
have a different path.

You know, the hardest question
to answer in your life is...

"Who am I?"

And some people get to
answer it for themselves,

and the others have
it answered for them.

Choice versus duty.

This is like finding needle in haystack.

If anyone knows how
complicated things get

when you fall in love with
a fellow agent, it's...

it's me.

I'm sorry, Harry.

You're very lucky to have her, Ryan.

Don't screw it up.

Hang on.

I think I've got something here.

This was updated two days ago.

This is it. This is Viggo's thread.

Wait. Scroll to the bottom.

Yep, yep, yep.

More GPS coordinates
updated 20 minutes ago.

We got him.

Let's move, Russki!

Siberian sturgeon, kaluga, and beluga.

Microphone is set.

Good. The king's brother,
Faizan, should be here soon.

The second he incriminates himself

as an accessory to murder,
we can take him into custody.

Copy that.

She has certainly had
an attitude adjustment.

Hm.

You? Nah.

Hm.

I do now.

Here we go.

Prince Faizan.

My condolences.

Do not offer me your condolences.

Damn it.

We lost the audio. Lost the audio.

All right, keep heading south,

and then turn right onto...

West 3rd.

You know that they drive on
the right side of the road

- in America, right?
- Do you want to get to Viggo or not?

Hey, guys, shut up.

I just realized where Viggo's headed.

We need to call Alex.

The food was amazing.

Oh, my God. Who would've thought
that's how well you could cook?

I had a good teacher.

Thank you so much for this, Chef.

Thank him. His family
has a habit of buying

restaurants they like.

Thank you, sir.

It was a dream come true.

Come back anytime, Khaled.

Alex! Viggo's here!

Go!

Stay down!

Faizan is not the traitor.

He's furious with the Russians
for killing his brother.

If not Faizan, then who?

It's over, brother.

You're safe now.

I can't believe how blind I've been...

Blind to Father's wisdom

and blind to your betrayal.

What?

What do you mean?

You pointed us in Faizan's
direction the entire time.

You wanted Khaled to
leave the consulate.

You sent Viggo to the hospital.

And you're the only one who
could've known where I would go

if given one night of
freedom in New York.

No. Not so fast, sister.

The only thing I don't
understand is why.

As you said, it should've been me.

To have the power you never wanted.

The power you don't deserve.

We all get what we deserve.

I became king.

And you're going to prison.

Boom.

What?

You got a real knack for this, kid.

It'll take some getting used to.

But thank you, really, for everything.

You're gonna make a
great king, Your Highness.

Hey.

To our little prince.

All growed up.

I think he's gonna be just fine.

Kid's tougher than I thought.

Anyway, didn't really have a choice.

His father saw to that.

- As fathers do.
- Hm.

You know, when I was a kid,

my daddy accidentally
opened a truck door

right on my face.

It flattened me.

Instead of checking on me,
he just stepped over me,

facedown in the mud,

and he said, "Next time, you'll
watch where you're going."

You know that's terrible, right?

That's... That's awful!

It sounds bad, yeah.

He told me years later
he felt bad about it,

but he also said, "It's a tough world.

If you wanna raise a tough
boy, that's how you do it."

Yeah.

Yep.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Sometimes I can't help but feel like

I don't belong on this team.

I'm not like the rest of you.

Since we're... giving advice,

do you mind if I offer you some?

You pick up on details
that no one else does.

Except for the ones
right in front of you.

Owen.

He's into you.

Yeah, girl.

What's up? What's going on?

Look...

There's something I need to tell you.

You're pregnant?

Shelby, just...

Listen.

I don't want to look back
and realize this is the moment

where I screwed everything up.

Okay.

You remember a few weeks ago
when Alex was in the hospital

and... you know, we all
thought she was gonna die?

Always the one closest
to you holding the knife.

Just say it.

I kissed her.

So, Dmitri didn't kill you,
and you didn't kill him.

No.

I'm sorry, Jeffrey.

You have nothing to apologize for.

I should never have trusted him.

It wasn't your fault, Harry.

Just part of the game.

Hello, Harry.

Hello, Dmitri.

We didn't get to save the king,
but we did protect his legacy.

Yeah.

Well, he seems like a good kid.

His father would be proud.

So, is this it, then?

Are you out of the game for good?

Unfortunately, we don't get
to make those choices, do we?

As I said, they'll
never stop hunting me.

We can help you.

Until we meet again... Harry.

Until we meet again.

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