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- ♪ When the stars
began falling ♪

♪ Out of the sky

♪ And the seas
were rising up ♪

♪ I kept one thing in mind

[both laugh]

♪

- [speaks Russian]

- Of course.

- You are not tired
already, are you?

[laughter]

- Don't worry.
- [giggles]

♪

- Your mother would
be very proud.

[speaks Russian]

- Thank you for being here.
- Oh, don't be silly.

My unit never had more
important mission, huh?

Now, when do we get to
cut into this beauty, huh?

Where's my knife?
- Uh, Nikita...

[speaking Russian]

- No, wait. Wait,
wait, wait, wait.

I-I need my knife.

I'm sorry.

This particular knife
is very special.

Your mother and I used
it at our wedding,

and we saved it all
these years for you.

[speaking Russian]

Uh, one minute.

- [speaks Russian over radio]

[suspenseful music]

[speaks Russian]

♪

[all scream]

♪

[coughing]

[speaks Russian]

[guests groaning,
chattering in Russian]

[somber music]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

- So who is this guy exactly?

- He's an industrial
developer based in Paris.

- And this is where
he wanted to meet?

- Look, I already
wined and dined him.

He just wants to meet
you and talk shop.

That's it.

- Which we could easily
do at the office.

You sure this guy's
on the up and up?

Because if this is some
sort of backroom deal,

I don't want any part of it.
- Just relax, okay?

- Who are those guys?
- Who?

- Those guys keep
looking over at us.

- You're always so paranoid.

Come on.
- I'm serious.

Let's double back.

- Okay, sure.

- You gotta be kidding me.

[tense music]

Let's go.

- Hey!

[muffled gunfire]

- No, no! Please! No!

I beg you! [Taser crackling]

[painful grunting]

♪

- [speaks Russian]
[car door slams]

[tires squeal]

♪

- What do we got?

- Rome. David
Laporta, 50 years old.

CEO of ANITEC Global,

a top industrial
engineering firm

with offices in
Qatar, Rome, and NYC.

He and his business partner,
Tommaso Costa, Italian citizen,

went out to meet with
a client last night,

and neither made it back.

- It's only been a few hours.

How do we know
there's foul play?

- Costa's body was found

shot three times at close range.

- Huh, that'll do it.

- ANITEC does a lot of
work for oil refineries.

Is that was this is about? Oil?
- Could be.

Italian state police is
investigating the homicide,

but they've requested our
help in locating Mr. Laporta.

- As a victim or a suspect?

- For what it's worth, his
record is squeaky clean.

Successful. Respected
in his field.

No criminal connections.

- So they execute
Costa but take Laporta.

- Maybe they need
him for something.

- That's weird.
- What?

- The FBI already ran a
background check on Laporta

three days before
he went missing.

- Who put in the request?

- Looks like...

Jubal Valentine.

He's the ASAC in
New York, right?

- Yes, he is.
- I'll put in a call to 26 Fed.

- You can do it on the way.
Smitty's already on the ground.

Let's go to Rome.

[dramatic music]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Here they are.

- Inspector Granno.

- You come highly recommended

by your Europol liaison,
Agent Forrester.

- Well, thank you. Likewise.

- I've heard about
your team's exploits.

- Exploits?

- It's only based on Ms.
Garretson's insistence

that we are granting
the FBI permission

to join this investigation.

- Okay. Any luck
finding any witnesses?

- No, this area is usually
quite empty after dark.

The two men do appear together
briefly on security cameras

but only when they were
closer to the Colosseum.

David Laporta's phone
has been turned off

or possibly destroyed,

so we haven't been
able to track him.

Tommaso Costa was found here.

- His phone and wallet
were still on him?

- Yes. Two shots to the
chest, one to the head.

- It doesn't seem
like a robbery.

More like a professional hit.

- And they knew exactly
how to avoid the cameras.

- Does this MO line up

with any recent
organized crime activity?

- This isn't the movies.

Not every crime in Italy
has a mafia connection.

- What the hell is his problem?

- I'm working on it.

- How about a ransom demand?

- Nothing yet.

We have the phones tapped
and a hostage negotiator

standing by with the wife.
- All right.

Raines, Kellett,
you take his office.

Vo and I will head to his house.

I'd like to speak to
Mrs. Laporta myself.

With your permission,
of course, Inspector.

Thank you.

- Something terrible
happened. I know it.

He would never just disappear.

- I know that this is difficult,

but the best thing that
we can do right now

is resist the urge to speculate.

- The Italian detectives
think he's dead.

- I don't believe that he is.

Not without evidence, okay?

- [sighs] Okay.

- Can you think of
anyone in David's life

who might wish him harm?

- No.

He's a good man, a good husband.

Honest, considerate.

- Any financial problems?

Recent changes in
David's behavior

that you may have noticed?

- No, he doesn't gamble.

He doesn't do drugs.

- How about at work?

Any problems there?

- Maybe he's been a little more
stressed than usual, but...

he never wants to worry
me with the specifics.

He's an engineer at
heart, not a businessman.

He never expected to run
an international company.

Tommaso was the one
with the ambition.

- He and Mr. Costa were close?
- Oh, yes.

They've been best friends
for forever. [sniffles]

[stammering] Or they were.

God, I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

I'm just gonna ask
you one more question.

Did he say anything about who
he was meeting last night?

- Only that they were
meeting a potential client.

But you should talk to
Sabrina, his assistant.

She knows everything that
goes on at that office.

- Thank you. That's
all we need for now.

The Italian police are
gonna stay with you,

but we will be in touch the
instant that we know anything.

- Please find my husband.

- Yes, ma'am.

- [sighs]

- Any reply from
Jubal Valentine?

- [sighs] Not yet.

New York must have their
hands full with something big.

- You know, around the corner,

there's a little place that
serves a pistachio gelato

that I still have dreams about.

- We bring back
Laporta, my treat.

- Ms. Kellett,
Mr. Raines, I'm Sabrina,

Mr. Laporta and Mr. Costa's
executive assistant.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

The office is right this way.

We sent everyone home to
be with their families,

but if you need
to talk to anyone,

I'm happy to call them back in.

- That won't be necessary.

We just have a few
questions for you, actually.

- Right.

David and Tommaso
were here working

until about 7:00
or so last night.

When I heard what happened,

I made sure absolutely
nothing was touched,

although I did use
David's computer.

- We're hoping you could tell
us which potential client

he was meeting with last night.

- [sighs] I wish I knew.

Tommaso arranged
that meeting himself.

- Is that unusual?
- Yes.

I've made it clear I don't like
being left out of the loop,

but, uh, it happens.

- Is there someplace else
we could find that client?

Emails?
- You can look.

But I see all their
work correspondence,

and there's nothing.

- David's wife said he
seemed stressed lately.

Can you tell us
what that was about?

- David and Tommaso didn't
always see eye to eye

about the business.

- Did it ever get heated?

- No. No, nothing like that.

They've done hundreds
of projects together

without a problem.

- Sabrina, if there's
anything you can tell us...

- Um...

About a year ago,

I overheard a call.

Italian officials
contacted David.

Apparently, the Taliban had
discussed some sort of plan

to kidnap an American
structural engineer

and use him to bring
down buildings.

His name had come up, so
they wanted to warn him.

David was horrified.

He blamed Tommaso
and his big mouth

for getting him
mixed up in all that.

- Alessia didn't
mention any of this.

- He probably didn't
want to worry her.

The criminals were apprehended,
maybe, two days later.

The whole thing blew over.

By the end, they were
laughing about it.

Tommaso joked that
with David's knowledge,

he would've made one
hell of a terrorist.

You think that's
what this is about?

[foreboding music]

♪

- There's been no ransom demand,

and I don't expect one.

I believe that David
Laporta was taken

because he knows how to destroy
the things that he builds.

- Over the past 20 years,
the company's been involved

with hundreds of
gas and oil projects

across Europe, North
America, and the Middle East.

Anyone could be a target.
- Based on what?

The emails of men who
are now in prison?

The Taliban kidnapping never
left the planning stage.

It was disrupted.

- But it could've been
revived by someone else.

My theory is that
Costa inadvertently

told the story to
the wrong person,

and somebody liked the idea.

- That would be
convenient for you.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- Your assumption this is
connected to something bigger

is wishful thinking...

An excuse for the FBI to
widen its involvement.

- I'm not trying to impress you.

I am trying to get you to take

a potential terror
threat seriously.

- Ah, more American arrogance.

- Okay, please, let's
just stay focused.

It's just a theory,
but there's no harm

in letting Agent Forrest
run it down now, is there?

- Fine.
- Great.

We'll start looking into
Laporta's recent projects.

- And I can dig into
Costa's contacts as well.

- Hey. Sorry to interrupt.

I think I got something.

I went back through
the security footage

from around the Colosseum,

looking not only at the night
of Laporta's disappearance

but the previous 72 hours,

and I keep seeing
the same gentleman.

Each of the three
nights, same time.

- He's casing the place.
- How do we know

he's not just some merchant
who works in the area?

- Could be, but look
how careful he is

to avoid the cameras.

Never gives us a good
enough image for facial rec.

And on the last day,

he brought these
two guys with him.

- All right, great. We
finally have a suspect.

- You got more than that.

You got two jetlagged
agents from New York.

- Jubal?
- Sorry I missed your call.

We were in the air.
- Long time no see.

I didn't know they let the
old guys out of the JOC.

- Ah, well, what am I gonna
do, trust you kids out here

on vacation to
get anything done?

Good to see you.
- Good to see you.

- Hey, you too.

This is Special
Agent Nina Chase.

- Nice to meet you.
- Hi.

So what are you
two doing in Rome?

- We were working the same
case as you are, it seems.

- Right, so back in New York,

we got someone working
undercover, Agent Scola.

And he is trying to pin
down a foreign buyer

who's looking to acquire
industrial-grade explosives.

- And the name David Laporta

popped up on the wires
that Scola had planted.

We didn't think
anything of it then,

but now that Laporta's
gone and disappeared,

we think that it's connected.

- Okay, and you two
are here in person,

so you must think this
is an imminent threat.

- Could be weeks, could be days,

but yeah, someone
wants to hit New York.

- Is this the buyer
you've been tracking?

The one looking for explosives?

- Unfortunately, we don't know.

We don't have a
description or a name.

We don't know what they're
looking to blow up or why.

We just know somebody

wants enough damn
C-4 to make a bomb.

- And he's using Laporta
to plan the attack.

♪

- This is no longer
just a kidnapping case.

We are now looking
at the possibility

of an imminent terror attack.
- That's right.

And the target is likely one

of the major
infrastructure projects

that Laporta's firm designed.

That would mean his
abductors need him alive.

- And that gives us a window,
but it could close at any time.

So we need to find him fast.

- Based on intel from
Agent Scola in the field,

the C-4 is likely to be
used in New York City

or somewhere along
the eastern seaboard.

So let's, uh, narrow
that down, huh?

- Yeah, I've been digging
into Laporta's projects,

searching for potential
targets in that area,

but there really isn't any...

At least not in the
last five years.

- Okay. Well, keep
digging into that.

- I can jump in on that too.
- Okay, good.

The rest of us will focus
on locating Laporta himself.

Now, our best lead is still
the man in the video footage.

Jamie, what do you got?
- Not a lot.

Nobody in the area

around the Colosseum
recognizes him,

so we're pretty
sure he's not local.

But without a better image,

we can't run him
in the databases.

- You know what, let's send
that footage over to 26 Fed.

Maybe my analysts
will surprise us.

They have a way of doing that.
- Good.

Raines, you were
looking into Costa.

Did you find anything
on his phone?

- Calls came into his cell

from an unknown
number three times

in the two hours leading
up to the meeting.

- That could be the
potential client

setting the place and time.

- Right. So whose
number is it?

- That's the problem.

I requested call records

from the Italian state
police several hours ago,

but there's some sort of delay.

- What, are they taking
a wine and gelato break?

- Okay. Everybody,
let's work together.

Keep communicating,
and we find our guy.

We do whatever it takes.

- Hey, Scott.
- Yeah?

- Uh, several hours
for the phone number,

is that normal over here?

- Um, no.

No, this seems more like
a deliberate holdup.

- Can we go around them?

- Not legally.
- Who do I talk to?

'Cause I'd very much like
to have that conversation.

- We don't talk to anybody.

We let our Europol
liaison run interference.

Look, Jubal, I know.

This is not like
it is back home.

We are guests in their country.

We work on their terms.

- Okay, but, uh,

doing whatever it takes doesn't
usually include waiting around.

- Hey, what's up?
- I just wanted to make sure

you got the image
of our suspect.

- Yes, I just got it.

Ian and Kelly are
running it now.

- Okay, great.

- Is there something else?

- Uh, just wanted to know
if you heard any other news.

- Nope. We're just digging in.

Just still trying to
figure out what's going on.

- Okay, uh, and you
haven't heard from Scola?

I-I texted him a few
hours ago, but...

- Well, I haven't heard from
him, but that's to be expected.

He's under. You know
what that's like.

- Yeah, of course.

- Listen, all we can do
is trust that he is okay,

and he will call when
he has something.

- I understand. Thank you.

[phone buzzes]

- Hey.
- Hey.

Got your text. You're in Rome?

- Yeah. Crazy, right?

- Wow, what's even crazier

is this Laporta guy
getting abducted out there.

I mean, what the
hell is going on?

- We assume he knows something

about a potential target, but...

- All right. Well,
keep me in the loop.

- I will.

Look, we probably shouldn't
risk reaching out,

so, uh, be careful.

Okay?
- Yeah. No, you too.

You know, you, um...

You got a lot going
on right now, so...

- I'm good. I promise.

- Okay. I'll talk to you soon.

- [sighs]

I know. I'm doing what I can.

- How long can one warrant
for phone records take?

- Another few hours, apparently.

- They helped us to solve the
murder of an American in Milan.

What has changed?
- I've been asking around.

But all Europol will
say is, and I quote,

"In light of the
Americans' recent tactics,

they're lucky to be
consulted at all."

- Recent tactics? What
the hell does that mean?

- If I knew, I would
surely tell you.

- Well, we better
figure something out,

because I'm telling you,

Agent Valentine is
climbing up the walls.

- Well, keep him away
from the inspector.

For some reason, the
more I push this guy,

the more he wants
to shut us down.

- Well, we don't have
time to play nice,

and neither does David Laporta.

Jubal.
- Yeah?

- Let's go.

We'll handle this ourselves.

- [sighs]

- This is everything.

I printed every monthly bill
for the last five years.

If they made a business call

to that number, it
should be in there.

- Okay, this is
perfect. Thank you.

- Tommaso meets with
a lot of people...

Anyone who might
lead to new business.

Wouldn't be faster just
to ask the phone company?

- Yes. Yes, it would.

- Wait. Okay, here we go.

Costa called the same
number three months ago.

- What's the date?
- Uh, the 12th, 7:13 p.m.

Can you check if
you have a record

for who he met with
that day or night?

- According to my calendar,
Tommaso was in Minsk.

He was having drinks that night

with someone named
Dmitriy Dovhal.

- Dmitriy Dovhal. D-O-V-H-A-L.

- He's a Belarusian national.

Occupation listed as consultant.

- Okay, do you know anything
else about this guy?

- Nothing, but I can look
in Tommaso's contacts.

- Yes, please.

- Bingo. He's in Rome.

He flew into Fiumicino
Airport three days ago.

- Okay, okay.

This has gotta be
our guy, right?

He's the client.

He set up a fake
meeting with Costa

so that Laporta
could be abducted.

- Well, he's not our guy
in the Colosseum footage,

but he's definitely
our best lead.

- I have an address for
Mr. Dovhal here in Rome.

- Okay.
[camera shutter snaps]

Thank you.

It's this one, right?
Is anybody home?

- Lights on, but no
sign of movement.

- Now, watch the
back in case he runs.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[tea kettle whistling]

[stove clicks]

♪

- [sighs]

- There goes our lead.

- Two in the chest,
one in the head.

♪

Damn it.

- Ballistics matched
the previous shooting.

Looks like the kidnappers
are doing everything they can

to cover their tracks.

- Dumping the setup guy.

- You got it. Same with Costa.

They get unsuspecting middlemen

to make the arrangements
and then kill them off.

- You talk to the neighbors?

- No one saw anyone
coming or going,

but Dovhal's been
driving a silver SUV.

It's been parked out front
for the last couple days,

but now there's no sign of it.

- Maybe the killers left in it.

- How late were we? The
killers were just here.

How much do you think
we missed 'em by?

- Based on a melted teapot,
so it's not exact science,

but I guess less than two hours.

- Okay, so if it
weren't for the delay,

we'd have Dovhal alive.

- That's hard to say.
- Nope.

No, I'm sorry,
but the reality is

this lead is dead over
a simple phone search.

- What's going on?

- What's going on
is we should have

a cooperating witness right now

instead of another
body for the morgue,

and somebody... Somebody
needs to own that.

- Jubal, listen to me.

Hey, hey. You
need to calm down.

- [laughs] Don't...
- Let me handle this.

There's only so much we can push

until this comes
back to bite us.

- That's not good enough, Scott.

If you need to throw
some elbows, do it,

'cause I'm not gonna have
the same conversation

over David Laporta's body,

or Agent Scola's,

or the next damn ground zero.

Hey, tell me everything

there is to know about this DOA.

- All right. His name
is Dmitriy Dovhal.

He's a low-level
political operative

and a Belarusian citizen.

He makes frequent trips
across Southern Europe,

keeping an apartment
in each place,

then reports back to the
officials in his country.

- Sounds an awful
lot like a spy.

- Yeah.

Well, the intel community
should be able to confirm that.

I'll loop in Isobel.

Maybe we know more about
this guy than we realize.

[phone ringing]

- Hey, what do you got?
- Hey, so listen.

There's a chance the players
on this thing are from Belarus.

- All right, well, that's
better than nothing.

Start running screens.

See if any of the people
we've been circling

have any connection to Belarus.

Listen, the last time
I spoke to Scola,

he mentioned something
about a meeting

with a big boss three weeks ago.

It didn't mean much, but
what if that big boss

flew in from Belarus
for the meeting?

- Yeah, that's possible.
- All right.

I'll compile a list of people
who entered the tri-state area

from Belarus three weeks
ago, plus or minus a week.

- That's great.

- Who knew that many people
from Belarus visit New York?

- It's incredible.

I mean, if the
over/under was 200,

I would've chosen the under.

- Check this out.

- Hey, guys, we got something.

- That's him.
- All right.

- Stanislau Lenkov.

A general in the
Belarusian armed forces.

I mean, that can't be right.

- A government
official is involved

in the kidnapping of an
American on European soil?

- Yeah, but why? I mean,
what's Lenkov's motive?

- We need to bring in
all the agencies on this.

Do you know anyone at
the State Department?

- The State
Department or the CIA?

Pia. Jubal, this
is Pia Morgan.

- Nice to meet you,
Agent Valentine.

- You too. So you are one

of our trusted
diplomatic contacts?

- Yes, I'd say that.

General Lenkov has strong ties
to the president of Belarus

and is an ally of Putin.

- All right, so what
can the CIA tell us

that we can't read
in the newspaper?

- General Lenkov has
spent the last 18 months

running black ops in Ukraine,

helping the Russian army.

His team have developed
something of a reputation

as a thorn in the side of our
allies in the conflict there.

Ruthless and
effective, we believe

that they were on the ground
for the Bucha Massacre.

- Okay, so what
does this have to do

with a structural
engineer in Rome?

- Strictly between us?
- Of course.

- I think this whole
abduction/ murder/terror attack

you boys have stumbled into

is linked with a covert
operation in Minsk.

- In Minsk? Okay, what
kind of operation?

- Three months ago, Lenkov's
entire nine-man team

was struck down
by a drone strike.

A family wedding.

Over 20 dead, including
Lenkov's own daughter.

Somehow, the general managed

to step outside the blast
radius and survived.

- A drone strike by who?

- Ukraine, I should think.

- With U.S. intel and weapons?

The new switchblade drones
that we just supplied them?

- Rome is amazing, isn't it?
- Come on.

We're gonna hit on a
Belarusian general in Belarus

with civilian casualties?

Come on, the EU would
never sign off on that.

- And we would
never ask them to.

- Either way, Lenkov's daughter

and his top soldiers
were killed,

and he blames America.

- Which makes for one hell
of a motive to strike back.

- You know, we've been, um,

focusing on the
obvious targets...

Landmarks and bridges...

But honestly,

it's the boring
stuff that scares me.

Before Laporta started ANITEC,

he was working on
electrical stations

and natural gas lines.

- Well, maybe the
undercover Agent Scola

will bring us something, huh?

- Yeah, maybe.

- You two are close, huh?

- Uh, yeah, why?

- You seem worried.

- Do I?

I'm not usually anxious,

but maybe it's
the hormones or...

worrying for two.

- He's the father?

- Mm.

He's really important to me,

and, uh,

I want him in our baby's life.

I don't know, when I was
assigned to come out here,

I thought it could be
good to have some distance

and gain some perspective

on whether or not we
could make it work.

Now I'm just feeling a
little more conflicted.

- Hey, where's Smitty?

- I'm not sure.

- Is your department
dragging your feet

to settle some sort
of political score?

- I don't know what
you're speaking of.

- Whatever beef is going on
between Europe and the U.S.,

whatever happened in Minsk,

that is not my fault.

That is not the FBI's fault,

and it sure as hell is
not David Laporta's fault.

- Your partner,
Valentine, has no respect.

He mocks my investigation.

I don't appreciate his
way of doing business.

- I don't care!

It is our duty to set
aside our differences

to get this investigation done,

because we're not gonna
lose a kidnapping victim

and we're not gonna
let a bomb go off!

- Very well.

Then you should see this.

We just received a
possible location

on Dmitriy Dovhal's car.

It hasn't been verified.

- We're on it.

- Anything you find,
you report back to me.

My team will take it from there.

- Understood.

- Dovhal's silver
SUV was a rental.

Its GPS locator puts it
somewhere in this area,

but it's pretty densely packed.

- Lenkov's crew used his
car after they killed him.

It could lead us
right to Laporta.

- All right, fan out.
Keep it tight and quiet.

Call it out when you got eyes,

but nobody moves
until we're green.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- A silver car.

Yeah, that's it.
- Call it in.

- Uh-huh.

Hey. Hey, it's Jubal.
We got eyes on the car.

It's two blocks west
of where we were,

and two blocks south.

- FBI. Don't move.

- [speaking Italian]

- Lenkov, where is he?
- [speaking Italian]

- No, no, no. It's not my car.

Just want to see
it. It's nice.

- Do you know whose car it
is? Huh? [speaks Italian]

- No, no, I swear.

- Where's the driver? Autista?

- That apartment, 302.

That's where he lives.

- What's the play?

- I think we gotta breach.

And we need to go full tilt.

If Laporta is being held inside,

good chance everyone else in
there is armed and dangerous.

- That's a big if.

We've got one random guy's word

that that is the place.

- So we wait for the Italian PD

to authorize a no-knock at
the rate they're moving?

- I said I'd keep them updated.

- Okay, but we could
be running out of time.

That's the one thing
Laporta does not have.

How long can we expect
this guy to hold out?

- I don't like it.

- I hear you, Scott, I do,

but we have been keeping
things diplomatic,

and where has it gotten us?

It's time to switch things up.

[tense music]

♪

FBI!

- Polizia!

La polizia!

- [screams]

[parents shouting in Italian]

- Calm down. Calm down.

[parents shouting in Italian]

- Polizia.

- It's okay. We come in peace.

[shouting continues]

[gunshot]

[child screaming]

It's just a kid!

- Lorenzo!

- Hey, it's okay.
Polizia, polizia.

[overlapping shouting]

- Tutto bene. Tutto bene.

- Go.

- Lorenzo...

- [sobbing]
- Shh.

- All clear.

It's just a family home.

- The car was Dovhal's,

but there's no sign of
Laporta or the general.

They were never here.

♪

- As we suspected,

the family claims
to have no knowledge

of Lenkov or his crew.

- Okay, I'd like... Can
we interview the family?

- I don't think
that's a good idea.

You kicked in the man's door
and terrified his family.

He's furious.

If you ask me, it appears

that the Belarusians
took Dovhal's car

and ditched it here at random.

- Well, Lenkov is smart.
He knew it was a rental

and we'd eventually
be able to track it.

He deliberately led us
on this wild goose chase.

- Okay, but what about
the guy lurking by the car

who led us directly into
that specific apartment?

- We're trying to relocate
him, but Granno believes

he was just telling you what
he thought you wanted to hear.

- Okay, well, tell Granno we'll
come to our own conclusions.

- This is it, you
know? Right here.

This is the American
entitlement,

which caused this whole damn
mess in the first place.

You promised to keep the
Italians in the loop.

And then you pull this.
- I didn't promise anything.

- You're like your country:
doing what it wants,

crossing every red line, and
then expecting your allies

to simply step aside.
Can't you see that?

- I'm doing what I
feel is necessary,

given the circumstances.

I'm not here to argue
about foreign policy,

America's place in the
world. I have a job...

- Okay. You both done?

Yeah? Good.

Jubal, me and you go way back,

but Smitty is a
member of my team.

We're not gonna run over her

like she's some piece
in our own proxy war.

She fights for us and our
country every damn day.

- Look, this raid,

it was my call.

And I was wrong.

I take responsibility for that.

Look, it was the
only lead we had,

and I need to know we are
doing everything we can.

- And that only works if
we're doing it together.

- I agree.
- All right.

- Guys, we got
another crime scene.

Somebody hit the ANITEC offices.

- Oh, God.

- Excuse me.

What happened?

- Lenkov's men came through.

They needed something
from the files.

- I just hid in the
back. I'm sorry.

I didn't know what else to
do. They would've killed me.

- It's okay. You're safe now.

What are we looking at?
- Well, these files are old.

I mean, from years ago, before
Laporta's company ever opened.

I mean, we didn't
have any of this.

- But is there any way to tell
what they were looking for?

- Uh, these are huge files.

Blueprints, uh...

It looks like they
uploaded the entire drive.

- Uploaded to where?

If we can get an IP
address on the file server,

maybe we can find
Lenkov's location.

- Only if his computer guys
were sloppy and in a hurry.

- Well, I guess it's possible.

His first team was killed
in the drone strike.

These would be his replacements.

- Okay, I got it.

- The place is locked down.
- How many can you see?

- Three guards at the
front door, heavily armed.

- This must be where
Laporta is being held.

- Extracting Laporta
will likely require

taking on a team of nine
well-armed mercenaries.

We need FBI tactical support.

How long will it take
to get a team here?

- I think we are the team.

- I was afraid you'd say that.

What about the Italians?

You think they'll
provide support?

- I feel we may have
burned that bridge.

- Inspector, it's
all hands on deck.

We could stop a terror
attack before it starts.

- You Americans like to do
things on your own, so...

here's your chance.

Good luck.

[car engine turns over]

[car doors slam]

- What do we think?

- With the element of surprise,
I think we can take 'em.

But only if we're all agreed.

- You heard the man.

We're going in.

- Okay. It's go-time.

When you get into position,
wait for the signal.

- Yeah.

Hey, Nina, I think you should
sit this one out, okay?

- Sit it out?
- Yeah.

Look, the last time
we kicked in a door,

I nearly got my head blown off.

I just don't feel
comfortable putting you

and your child in
the line of fire.

- Yeah, I don't need
special treatment.

- I know that.

Look, I'm sorry.

I just can't send
you into that house.

Please hang back
and keep in contact.

Thanks. [car
engine turns over]

- Hey, hey, do you
have room for one more?

- That sounded like an order.

- Yeah, well, I didn't
come to Rome to eat pasta.

We do whatever it takes, right?
- Look, she can come with me.

We can use help to
secure the perimeter.

I promise she won't go in.

- The perimeter.

[car door slams]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- We're in position.

- Area's clear.
It's a go from here.

- On my mark.

Three.

Two.

One.

[men grunting]

- Take the house.

♪

[muffled gunfire]
- [grunts]

- Two down.

[gunfire]
- Down!

♪

- Going to check
the upper floors.

[muffled gunshot]

[muffled gunshot]
- [grunts]

- There's a room downstairs
locked from the outside.

- Stand by. We're on the way.

♪

- No, no, no, no,
no. Come on. Come on.

- [sighs]

- He's gone.

- He must've given
up what he knew.

- The rest of the
house is clear.

Seven gunmen down.

Nobody else is here.

- Wait a second. Seven?

Didn't his last team have nine?

[tense music]

- Great.

- This place has another exit.

- Vo, we have two
mercenaries unaccounted for

that made a run for it
through a tunnel out back.

- Copy that. We're on it.

♪

Clear.

- Hey, guys, there really
isn't anything back here.

They must've made it
past our perimeter.

- Nina?

- Where the hell does
this tunnel come out?

- Okay, so I've traveled
about 50 yards west, I think.

And then the tunnel
hooks a left.

- It must connect to
one of these buildings.

♪

- There.

- That's gotta be it.

- I found a flight of stairs.

Heading up.

- Jubal, we see the
exit. What's your 20?

You guys coming?

[gunfire]

♪

- [groaning]

- Agent down! Agent down!

Nina!
- You have to help me.

- It's gonna be okay.
- You have to help me!

[both panicking]

- Nina!

♪

[wolf howls]