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Garrett King, the founder
of First Pledge International,

has now become
a clear and present danger

to the U.S.

Man: How long
was she under water?
She's pregnant.

Alex: I lost the baby.

I know.

I think it's time I have a talk
with Conor Devlin.

McQuigg:
I've heard of him.

Old-school IRA.

I...I killed his son,

and now he wants
to hurt us

the same way
that we hurt him.

We need protection
for our families.

This is Maisie, my sister.

Don't move.

It's a bomb.

Harry: Here we go.

Fiona Quinn, MI-5.

I've been credentialed
by your government

to speak to my suspect.

Devlin killed my sister
and this man's daughter.

By the time I'm finished,

I'll have taken
everyone you love.

Maloney:
Can we not do the thing

where we litigate
every part of the meal?

It's friggin' exhausting.

I'm just saying,
it was overcooked.

Yeah, well,
next time you pay for dinner,

you can complain
about it.

And for the love of God,

no TV
in the bedroom tonight.

I don't want to fall asleep
to fat people singing.

I got a big day tomorrow.

King?

What the --

Sheila:

Oh, my God!

Have a seat, Mr. Maloney.

We have business
to attend to.

Fiona: Hey.

Look, I know you disagree
with this --

Disagree?

The man killed my sister,

and you want to put him
on a plane back to Ireland?

He needs to answer for
the crimes he committed there.

If you let
that animal out,

you're asking
for trouble.

Are you saying
I can't do my job?

I'm saying you shouldn't
underestimate Devlin.

My family was torn apart
by Conor Devlin

before you'd even
heard his name.

And he walked away, didn't he?
A free man.

You had your chance.

Now it's our turn.

...unlawful use
of explosives,

conspiracy
to commit murder,

and most recently,

Mr. Devlin
ordered the murder

of FBI Agents'
family members.

Objection, Your Honor.

There is no evidence

linking my client
to those murders

nor have any charges
been made.

Sit down, Mr. Maloney.

This is not
a criminal hearing.

We are only establishing

the right of Ireland
to extradite your client.

Your Honor,
the Republic of Ireland

asks the court
to recognize the crimes

Conor Devlin
has committed against it.

The assassination of
a member of parliament,

terrorism,
the funding of terrorism...
What is it with her?

She's got skin
in the game, too.

Man: Conor Devlin is
an Irish citizen.
I'm not letting him
leave this country.

He's our prisoner.
He belongs here.

We're asking for
what's rightfully ours.

Conor,
he's got a gun on Sheila.

I didn't have a choice.

Wait outside.

Sneaking into
Rikers Island?

Garrett King doesn't do
something reckless like that

unless he has no choice.

I know the kind of bankroll

your family is working with
in Dublin.

I just want what's mine.

Normally, you'd send someone
to do your bidding.

Something tells me

you don't have anyone left.

I paid you and your men

to take care of those
U.N. witnesses.

You didn't finish the job.

My son is dead.

I'd say we're even.

You're a man
without an organization,

without a country,

your assets are frozen,
your passport's useless.

I want my money.

Your money was used
to buy blood.

You want it back,

you'll have to pay
in blood.

We have a common enemy,
Mr. King.

That makes us
bloody best friends.

Maisie:
What is this, Swiss?

Harry:
It's a cheese toastie,

or as they like
to call it here,

a grilled cheese.

A bloody travesty
is what it is.

Balsamic, avocado?

Ugh. No, no.

There is too much
going on here.

I simply cannot.

Well, I didn't know you had
such discerning taste,

with that chaos of scrap metal
hanging off your wrist.

Hey. Sven gave it to me.

Sven?

Mm-hmm. The beau
I'm currently bedding.

Don't say that to me.

He's very talented.
Yeah?

Sven's an aspiring
"video-game influencer."

A what?
A video
Mm-hmm.

He records himself
playing video games,

and then he posts the videos
online.

Oh. Has he sought
treatment for this?

It can be
a very lucrative career.

Some of those blokes
have millions of followers.

Yeah?
How many does Sven have?

31.

Hmm.

Well, he's got you,
doesn't he?

So, I guess
that's a start.

Aww.
Aww.

What is it?

I haven't been
sleeping well

since what happened.

Maisie, you're safe.

How do you know?

Because the man
that came after our families

is locked up,

and we've got agents
watching

every single one
of his friends.

If he comes anywhere near you,
we'll know.

And we'll stop them.

I promise.

Okay?

Okay.

I should go.

Just text me
when you get home, okay?

Okay.

First, you've got
to reload here,

but then, when you slide
through the door,

look out --
Pew, pew, pew!

Take out the goon
with a simple double-tap...

Babe, I'm home.

...and another safety shot
to the di-di-dome!

What up, flock.

I'm SvenSvantastic,

and you're watching it pop off
in the piz-ower hour.

Don't work too hard,
sweetie.

Conor Devlin's got
100 years' family history

of murder and mayhem

and -- with rare exception --
getting away with it.

IRA murders, church bombings,
organized crime...

He has a dad who
carved people up in the street,

and a brother who got
the worst qualities from both.

None of whom have ever served
a serious sentence.

Well, that's not happening
this time.

We're gonna find something
in all this

to prove what Devlin did
to Jessie and Lydia.

Fiona, do you really
want to help us?

'Cause if our case falls apart,
you get what you want.

What I want is
Conor Devlin in a concrete box.

I'd prefer it be
in Ireland,

but if it's here,
or at the bottom of
the Atlantic,

that's just as well.

Okay.
So what are we missing?

I don't know.

But there's a reason
the Devlins

have gotten away with so much
for so long.

They're not just
lucky thugs.

They're smart.
They study. They plan.

What's that?

It's an old book
I found in his cell.

"The Art of War"
by Sun Tzu.

That's a prison book
if ever I saw one.

"Rule number 1.

All warfare
is based on deception."

Owen: Hey.

Any luck
with Maya Church's computer?

And here we nearly
blew ourselves up

to grab that thing.

Not all for nothing...

We haven't discussed this,
but...

...there was a kiss...

if you remember.

I remember.

I don't want to rock the boat
with you and Frank.

I just thought

that we could at least
talk about it.

Um...

Oh.

I-I didn't realize.

And so do I.

Okay.

I think I know
just the guy for that.

Man: Okay, I --
I just got 1.

You might want to go ahead
and check 3 and 4.

Owen: Deep?

Owen...?

You ready
to get back to work?

We need you.

Oh, thank God!

Get to the loft
as soon as you can.

Ah, Maisie.
It's Harry again.

Still haven't heard back
from you.

Can you give me a call,
please?

Thank you.

Hey, I just got a call
from Rikers.

Conor Devlin
wants to talk with me.

McQuigg:
He's that bored in there, huh?

Wants to keep taunting you?

Hasn't he done enough?

Devlin claims he has something
we'll be interested in.

He's messing with you,
Owen.

Probably.

But what do I have
to lose?

All right.

They used to say
the Irish had been given

a double dose
of original sin.

So, please forgive me

my prior trespasses
for the moment...

Owen:
What do you want?

To make a deal.

I've been getting homesick.

I want to see Ireland again,

even with jail bars
spoiling my view.

You want to be
extradited.

That's not happening.

You could make it
happen.

And I'd offer a gift
in kind.

What would that be?

A man you've been
very anxious to find

since he nearly drowned
Alex Parrish.

I can give you
Garrett King.

But you'd have to do
something for me in exchange.

You've reached Maisie.
Leave a message.

Harry: Uh, okay, Maisie.

Now you're really
starting to worry me.

Please call me
and let me know you're okay.

Please.

How long has it been
since you last heard from her?

Since dinner last night.

Go with him.

I'll drive.

Thanks.

Owen:
Devlin's telling the truth.

He met with King
yesterday.

So King
is in New York?

What did Devlin say?

Nothing yet.

I'll go in
and find out what he knows.

I wouldn't do that.

I didn't ask you.

You're emotional.

I'm emotional?

Devlin sees that,
he'll eat you alive.

She's right.

Since when did you start
listening to her?

You are emotional.
And you're not?

Garrett King
is a war criminal

and a threat
to national security,

and that's why --

And that's why you want him,
right?

'Cause he's a threat
to national security?

Why did you want Devlin,
McQuigg?

Owen: Hey.

We all have our reasons.

We'll loop in Gomez,
the whole field office,

We're gonna use every resource
to chase King.

And we're not making a deal
with Devlin.

Owen --
Thank you.

I'm gonna nail him down
to what he knows.

And I'm going in alone.

Owen: You go back a long way
with Garrett King,

don't you?

Conor: When First Pledge
started contracting

with your government
to fight in them deserts,

a bunch of our lads
wanted to join up.

Our own country
didn't want to fight,

but we did.
Mm-hmm.

Nothing illegal there.

King paid, we provided.

And that was the end
of your...alliance?

No.

He also hired us to kill
those Syrian witnesses.

Now that
mighta been illegal.

But thanks
to you and your team,

we weren't successful.

Now he wants
his money back.

You want to keep it.

My family back home
needs that money.

But I won't deny

he did make
an attractive offer.

What was the offer?

Said he'd kill you for me.

That no longer
interests you?

Oh, it interests me
very much.

But what interests me more

is getting out of
this stinkin' rat hole.

I want to be near my kin.

So, you give me Ireland,
and I'll give you King.

I have no reason
to believe a word you say.

Alex: Give us something,
you son of a bitch.

King has what you might call
a side hustle.

Right now,

it's the only operation of his
that's up and running.

There's an 18-wheeler

that drops
one of King's trailers

at Miller's Landing
weigh station

every Wednesday
at 3:00 p.m.

What's in it?

He's playing us, Alex.

Do you remember that book?
"All war is deception."

Right, so,
now we make decisions

based on a book
from the prison library?

I'm not sure how we're
making decisions anymore,

to be honest with you.

Conor: Come back after
you've found that truck.

We'll have something
to talk about, I'm sure.

Let's go.

We intercept that truck,
it might lead us to King.

Come on.

FBI! Don't move!

Alex: Stop the truck.
Man: Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

Get out!

Don't shoot.

Don't move!

Ready?

Where's Garrett King?
Who?

Garrett King!
Where is he?

Man:
Where is he?

McQuigg: Go.

Oh, hell.

Alex...

Maisie? It's Harry.

Maisie!

Maisie.

No, no, no.
No, no, no!

Uh...

Oh!

Ryan: Bathroom's clear.

Yeah, bedroom, too.

Where is she?
We're gonna find her.

Okay, we'll get the entire
field office in here,

we'll dust for prints,

we'll canvass the building,
all right?

No, no, no.
It's happening again, Ryan.

Call your family,
call everyone's families,

get agents posted
to all of their houses, now.

On it.

Ryan,
I think I've got something.

I'm Alex Parrish
from the FBI.

Could you tell me
where you're from?

Marietta.

It's in Ohio.

Emily:
I'm from Milwaukee.

I met this guy,

he took me to a party,
and then...

Kayla: He must have slipped
something in my drink.

When I woke up,
I was in a car blindfolded.

We drove for days.

Did you hear
anything they said?

Do you remember anything else
you heard in the car?

No, I-I don't think so.

Yes. The radio was on.

Music?

Traffic.

I-I remember they said

"traffic jam
in Snug Harbor."

Snug Harbor
is in Staten Island.

I was put into a dark room,
like a basement, but...

There were cages.
And a lot of other girls.

Did you hear anything?

A grinding sound.

Okay.

Like a car
that couldn't start.

It went over and over
and never stopped.

Did you smell anything?

Actually, I did.

Flowers, maybe?

It was strong.

It was so strong,
it hurt my nose.

...So I started
screaming.

Next minute,
someone comes down

and smashes my head
against the wall.

Did you see who it was?

I couldn't see his face.

Emily: Samantha was bleeding
really bad,

so I found a towel

and used it
to help stop the blood.

What kind of towel?

Who cares,
it was a towel...

It had a little tree
on it.

A tree?

Do you mean like
embroidered?

Yeah.

Could you draw that
for me?

Look at this.

Did you see this man?

No. I-I told you,
I couldn't see anything!

I'm just trying to find the man
responsible for this, okay?

But I need you to look
at that picture again.

This man
is hurting other girls,

and we need to find him,
and I need you to help me...

I couldn't see anything.
...all right?

So, I need you to look at
this picture one more time.

Just --

Why don't we take
a little breather?

What?

The girl's
been through a lot.

Let's not push her.

I'm just trying to find
the man who did this
to her, Shelby.

You are also trying
to find the man

who did
something to you.

But it's my fight,
not theirs.

Let's get them home.

Sven: Double-tap,
and another safety shot
to the di-di-dome!

There's Maisie.
What up, flock.

I'm SvenSvantastic
and you're watching --
There. Stop.

Don't forget to reload
right here.
Yeah, there.

That's King.

Maisie:

I promised her
I'd keep her safe.

Harry, look at me.

She's alive.

Okay?
King didn't kill her.

He took her.

She's alive,

and that means
she has a chance.

But it also means
he has plans for her, Ryan.

Hey.

I'm Maisie.

Ashley.

Don't cry, okay?

It's gonna be okay.

We're gonna
get out of here.

How do you know that?

My brother works for the FBI.

And he won't stop
until he finds us.

How's he supposed to
do that?

They said
they're moving us soon.

This is where
we stopped the truck.

The girls said
they'd been driving
for only 10 minutes.

That time of day?
Congested area?

They probably only traveled
a few miles.

One girl said she heard
a "train whistle"

when they started
driving.

So, maybe
the Staten Island Railway?

Hmm. Well, that would put
their starting point

on the eastern side
of the island.

The room that they were in,
it was hot.

The air smelled like
flowers and chemicals.

McQuigg:
Flowers and chemicals?

I mean, there's industrial parks
and factories in that area,

but no flower fields.

What's this?

One of the victims
saw that on a towel

where they were
being held.

I did some online digging,

it's the logo of a hotel

called the Noble Oaks.

Yeah, No-Noble Oaks,
that-that's in SoHo.

It's nowhere near
our search area.

So, they can't be
held there.

Eh, abductors probably
just swiped a few towels

from the place.

They've done worse.

The girls also said
there was a noise.

Grinding and churning,
24 hours a day.

Okay, so the smell of flowers,
machinery churning...

maybe we're looking
at a laundry?

Probably dozens of those
in that area.

Yeah, but running 24/7?
Eh.

Wait.
Not just a laundromat.

We're looking for
industrial laundry.

The one that washes
the towels at this hotel.

Harry: Maisie. Maisie?

Ryan:
Staff upstairs said

they didn't know about
any girls here...

claimed to also not recognize
Garrett King, either.

Harry: It's hers.

Alex: Oh, Harry.

McQuigg: King cleared
his whole operation out.

The truck bust
must've spooked him.

Question is,
what's his next move?

Owen: New York groove.

Hey.

Deep's en route.

Ah.

You gonna be able
to work with him?

Owen:

Jocelyn!

Owen: Jocelyn!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

I'm back!
Sorry, I forgot --

Jocelyn: Owen!

Oh, my God!
What

He's still breathing.

We need to call 911.

No. They could be
out there waiting.

If you take me out,
I'll be dead.

Without a surgeon,
you'll be dead.

Fine.

You're that surgeon.

Put this on the wounds.

I'm type "O."
Universal donor.

There's still a STAT kit
in the kitchen?

Good.

Jocelyn --

Don't talk.

Fight.

Do you understand?

Fight.

There.

That should do it.

You still with us, Owen?

Don't thank me.

He's not
out of the woods yet.

He needs to get
to a hospital.

No hospital.

The Chicken Coop.

A hospital for spies.

You serious?

Hey.

You said we shouldn't
take Devlin's deal.

Because Conor Devlin
is a snake.

We make deals with snakes
all the time!

You've got all the answers,
right?

You know better
than all of us!

He was ready
to give us King.

But because you were stubborn,
and I listened to you,

King now has
Harry's sister --

That's my fault?!

Now Owen might die!

Hey! Enough!

She's out of line.

Give her a break, all right?
She's emotional.

We're all emotional.
My sister's dead!

I know.

I know that.

Yeah.
And I'm sorry.

I really am.

But the only way
we're gonna fix this

is together.

Yeah.

You okay?

How's Owen?

I haven't heard
from Jocelyn yet.

You know,
I did my best.
I know.

Same as McQuigg.

I do not need a lecture
right now, Deep.

How about some advice?

Take it or leave it?

What?

I left because I was afraid
of losing myself.

You want revenge,
don't you?

No, I don't.

I just --
Yes, you do.

Don't let that come
between you

and everyone
you care about.

Hey.

It's been decided.

We're taking Devlin's deal.

What, McQuigg come around?

He got outvoted.

Let's go.

What happened
to Agent Hall?

He couldn't make it.

Shame.

He and I
became quite friendly.

But in his stead,

you lassies
made a wise decision.

Just talked to my attorney.

He assured me
that your team

is advocating
for my immediate extradition.

Where the hell is he,
Devlin?

Agent Parrish, yes?

Yes.

We haven't
formally met.

You got what you wanted,

Now where is
Garrett King?

Fair enough.
I'm a man of my word.

That's a quality timepiece.

Mind if I, uh...

It's a quarter to six.

Hmm.

You'd best hurry.

Shelby: What is it?

Garrett King plans
to be aboard

a freighter called
the Capella,

setting out
from Miller's Landing

at 6:30 tonight.

If you're lucky,

he might even have some of
his human cargo with him.

Alex:
Harry, Shelby, search
the containers for Maisie.

We'll head below
and look for King.

Why don't you go
help Harry?

Me and McQuigg
have this.

No way. I want King.
Hey, listen.

Don't let this guy
make you do something
you're gonna regret.

Ryan,
I said I have King.

Whatever happens,
I won't regret any of it.

Now, let's go.

Okay, you check the right side,
I'll check the left side.

Shout if you find
anything.

How do I know
what to look for?

You don't look.
Listen.

Any signs of life.

Maisie?

Maisie!

Maisie!

Maisie!!!

Maisie?

Maisie?

Maisie?

Maisie?

Hey.
Hey, do you hear that?

What?

Somebody's out there.

It could be my brother.

Harry?!

Harry?!

Ashley:
Is anyone there?!
Harry?!

Hello,
is anyone there?

Hey, any sign?

Ryan: Nothing.

Devlin lied.
King ain't here.

Hey, hey, hey.

There.

Ryan: FBI!

Alex: FBI!

I'm going after King!

McQuigg: Alex, don't!
Suppressive fire! Now!

Maisie?!

Girl:
Help us!

Maisie?
Help!

Hang on!

Yes, yes. I can hear you!
I can hear you!

Shelby! They're here.
I found them!

-We're here!
-Hurry!

-Hurry!
-Help!

Don't --

How'd you find me?

Devlin set you up.

Well, he set you up, too.

He told us
you're trafficking young girls.

He told us
you'd be on this boat.

And you believed him?

Well, you're here,
aren't you?

It's not my boat.

It's Devlin's.

The human-trafficking business
belongs to him.

I'm just a passenger.

And what did
your ticket cost you?

A little kidnapping
and murder?

I've got $10 million
coming my way.

All of it can be yours,
Alex.

All I have to do
is let you go?

I have 10 million reasons
for you to do exactly that.

I just need one reason

to put this bullet
through your skull.

Harry?

Get back! Now!

Now! Back!

Okay, okay, you're safe
You're safe.

FBI. FBI.

Shelby: Come with me.

Where is she?
Where is she?

Where is she?

No, no.

Alex?! Don't do it.

Don't do this.

Alex.
He ain't worth it.

Garrett:

Straight.
Go straight there.

Maloney:
The order just came in.

You got your wish.

Your extradition to Ireland
has been approved.

McQuigg:
Right. Who's that?

Okay. Hold on.

Well,
did you find anything?

Please tell me you found
something on Devlin.

I talked to everybody.
MI-5. Scotland Yard.

We don't know anything
about human trafficking.

How am I supposed to
find my sister?

I'm sorry, Harry.

That's all I know.

Yeah.

Shelby: If King
is telling the truth,

we can't let Devlin
get extradited.

We can't make this case happen
right now.

We need something
called evidence.

Not a hunch

and not the word
of a criminal.

Ryan: So keep him here
while we find evidence.

It doesn't work that way.

Extradition
has already been approved.

It's over.

I'm sorry.

Hey, it's not like
we're releasing Devlin.

He's being sent
to some dank hole

at the bottom
of an Irish prison.

We know
where to find him.

How you feeling?

Stupid.

Conor Devlin dangled
Garrett King

in front of my face,
and I just --

I just got fixated.

I know.

I've done
some fixating myself.

He came after us,
our families.

Owen.

Everything that Devlin did,

he took from
this ancient book of war.

He knew that he had
to manipulate our emotions,

get us fighting
amongst ourselves.

The way to defeat an enemy
is to divide them.

I don't think
he's finished yet.

He's playing the long con.

And we have no idea
how many people he's
got out there.

And he's still got
Harry's sister --

We don't know that.

Well,
we do know one thing.

This place
isn't safe anymore.

We can't stay here.

Shelby: So...

where do we go now?

Man: Get up.

It's the end of the line.

Get up.