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The nuclear missile has been stolen.

This has the potential to escalate

into something unthinkable.

I programmed the drones
to help flag anything

that emits radiation.

Yusuf Sydin,

suspected of selling chemical
and biological weapons

to terrorist organizations.

Cooperate, and you will be rewarded.

Olivia Thornton is an
illicit arms broker.

She's been using her
cover as a travel blogger

to hide for almost 20 years.

We're going to need
some kind of leverage.

That's a cute kid.

This is the part where
you start talking.

That's our truck. That's our missile.

FBI! Drop your weapon!

Missile is secured.

Thornton's testimony is the key

to prove that Sydin intended
to purchase the missile.

Now that Sydin knows that
I've cooperated with you,

he'll do anything to
take me out and my family.

I just got a bad hit
off this van driver.

That's Sydin's bodyguard.
We're moving now!

Hey. What happened? Who did this?

Your colleagues are injured.

Why aren't you handcuffed?

She uncuffed me, the redhead,
so I could go and get help.

- Hey, you're coming with me.
- Is anyone hurt?

- Call out.
- Hey. Hey.

Forrester. Hey.

- Jamie!
- Scott?

Raines?

- Where's Tank?
- Outside.

- Jamie!
- Here.

Jamie!

Over here.

I'm okay.

Jamie.

I got you. You all right?

- Yeah.
- OK.

Vo?

Damian, Smitty, call out!

Vo, call out.

- I'm OK.
- Smitty.

Scott. Scott.

Smitty.

I'm right here.

You OK? I got you. Come on.

Powell?

Yeah.

I'm good.

- Where's Thornton?
- Gone.

She ran past me on my way up the stairs.

She took my handcuff keys

and my gun.

146 Teglaveto Street.
There's been an explosion.

An American suspect is
wanted, Olivia Thornton.

- She's armed.
- Smitty.

Are you OK?

Damian!

Raines!

I need help!

Damian, get the other side.

On three.

One, two, three.

Come on.

One, two, three.

Come on!

Move!

Hey... don't look, don't look.

Smitty.

Stay with me, Smitty. Stay with me.

Don't look. Don't look.

Don't look. Don't look. Don't look.

You're gonna be OK. You're gonna be OK.

You're gonna be OK.

Keep breathing for me, Raines.

You're going to be OK, bud. All right.

- Come on, Raines.
- OK, Raines.

You're gonna be all right, buddy.

Come on.

Keep breathing. Keep
breathing. On three.

One, two, three.

There you go. All right.

It's OK.

I... I... I can't...

I can't feel my leg.

You're OK.

You're gonna be OK.

I can't feel my leg.

I can't... I can't feel my
leg. I can't feel my leg.

Just hang in there, Andre.

Hang in there, OK?

It's all right.

Everything's gonna be all right, OK?

I'm fine, OK?

- I don't need to go to the hospital.
- You do. Listen to me.

- I'll go with them.
- Constant updates.

- Of course.
- Where's Thornton?

That's your first concern?

Not by a long shot. We're
teammates, of course.

She fled with one of
our service weapons.

We got Tim Connelly.

- Hell of a way to meet.
- Tell me about it.

Scott Forrester.

This is Damian Powell, Cameron Vo.

Yusuf Sydin, arms dealer.

We arrested him with the
help of Olivia Thornton.

We had her here ready to
make a statement against Sydin

when all hell broke loose.

Sydin's bodyguard
must have gained access

to the first floor, set the charge.

Now, how they found out
our location is a question

I wouldn't mind getting answered.

- So they were after Thornton?
- Must have been.

And they didn't give a damn
who they killed in the process.

I'll coordinate an armed
watch for both of your agents

- at the hospital.
- OK. Great.

Damian, you took a pretty good hit.

- You want to get checked for a concussion?
- No way.

You can work out of our
conference room at the embassy.

You also have the full
support and backing

of the Pentagon on this,
just tell me what you need.

I want Yusuf Sydin in an
interrogation room in 20 minutes.

Andre and Smitty just
got admitted to Buda Med.

Getting examined right now.

OK, everybody, this is Amanda Tate,

our intel analyst out of HQ Division.

She's yours as long as you need.

Now, we owe an update to the
International Operations Division.

- I'll handle that.
- Great.

I'm gonna need a few things, Amanda.

Walk with me.

I want to know everything
about Olivia Thornton.

- Raines already pulled the file.
- I got it.

- It's up in the conference room.
- Yusuf Sydin, same thing.

- S-Y...
- Also up.

Also all you know about his bodyguard.

We only have a photo of
him on the first floor.

Ran it. His name is Demir Ahmad.

Full sheet up in the conference room.

I also need a link up with New York.

- They should be awake by now.
- Already did. And they are.

I'm gonna get this son
of a bitch. Watch me.

Demir's photo is out to all
law enforcement across Europe.

An Interpol Orange Notice
has also been filed on Demir,

and New York is swearing out
a warrant right now to upgrade

that to a Red Notice,
which would immediately

- prevent him from traveling.
- We know what a Red Notice is.

We need Thornton. She's
the key to finding Sydin.

Which Sydin knows.

Guaranteed, he's still after her.

Which means we need to get
to her before Demir does.

It shouldn't be too hard.
She's not built for this.

No, she has a plan.

When she was first popped
in, she wanted immunity

for her family and the
ability to go to her safe house

in Copenhagen. She
had it all worked out.

She's just on to plan C now.

What psych profile did
Raines dig up on her

from her employer 20 years ago?

Lone wolf syndrome

and narcissistic personality disorder.

Sounds like somebody
wired to leave their kid

- at the curb if they needed to.
- Not from what I saw.

She broke down in tears when she finally

got to talk to him on the phone.

Well, maybe that was the big goodbye,

and she knew it.

Still, I want the dad here and the kid.

- They're with the...
- Hungarian National Police.

- Yes.
- I'll call,

get them transported.

Oh. The son is six.

Meaning?

Not sure what you're gonna
get out of a six-year-old.

I've got Sydin down in the basement.

Your bodyguard...

I guess we could refer
to him as a hitman now...

Demir Ahmad,

he blew up our offices, and he tried

to blow us up as well.

Oh, that's certainly news to me.

I'm going to address the
Oxford-educated Yusuf Sydin

for a minute, the one
who probably played darts,

drank pints down at The
Crown on the weekends,

not Yusuf Sydin, the arms dealer.

Suspected arms dealer.

I know he was doing your bidding.

Give us his whereabouts, and
you will get consideration.

You know what I dislike intensely,

even more than caffé Americano?

Vague assurances.

Everything I already
laid out to you yesterday

applies, Yusuf.

Well, then my request from yesterday

to speak with legal counsel
should also still apply.

I saw you spent a
considerable amount of time

in Afghanistan.

I worked on an FBI task
force there for six months.

A local cop, he became a friend,

and he told me something
that I will never forget.

He said the reason there is a disconnect

between Western law enforcement

and their world is because the desert

is not about justice.

It is about revenge.

And for the first time,

I truly understand what he meant.

Understanding something and attaining it

are two separate things.

I can't have Sydin on
ice here much longer.

DOJ through the Pentagon
is screaming at me

to go wheels up with
him ASAP, not to mention,

the Hungarians being none
too pleased with having

a foreign national in
U.S. custody on their soil.

I'm a little more concerned about trying

to find the guy who tried
to kill me and my team.

Scott, if Sydin gets
kicked loose in the U.S.

on a technicality, we'll have a funded,

connected, and majorly pissed-off

known terrorist inside the homeland,

and there will be a terrorist attack

on the United States in the near future,

and Sydin will waive his fee on it.

I've got New York on the comms link.

All right, we just... we
need to buy some time, OK?

Tell the DOJ that the
bomb spooked the Hungarians

and we have to redo flight clearances.

I don't know, whatever. Anything.

Putting him through now.

- Hey, Scott.
- Jubal.

- How's everyone?
- We got...

Raines and Smitty are in the hospital.

Cameron's getting updates as we speak.

OK, well, we'll keep a
good thought on our end.

Yeah, we'll take it.

Look, man, I'm gonna need
a full interagency workup

on Yusuf Sydin and any
lever that we can throw,

CIA, NSA, DHS, state, everybody.

Yep, will do, and I've got

the Southern District of
the U.S. Attorney's Office

drafting charges: attack
against federal officers,

act of terrorism, use of
weapon of mass destruction,

conspiracy, the works.

OK. Perfect. Thank you.

Hey, Scott, if you need me, I
will hop on a plane right now,

even if I got to pay
for the ticket myself.

I appreciate that, brother.

Why don't you go ahead and take that?

- We'll get cracking on our end.
- Yeah, sounds good.

Hello? Agent Forrester.

It's a good thing you
gave me your business card.

I wouldn't have known how to reach you.

Where are you?

At the corner of Don't Worry About It

- and Let's Make A Deal.
- Turn yourself in, Olivia.

It's your best chance of survival.

Maybe.

But what does that
survival even look like?

You were throwing out
some pretty grim scenarios

when the hammer was in your hands.

22-hour lockdown? Remember that?

I remember that. Well,
let's revisit that deal.

To be completely honest,

it's a seller's market right now.

Your testimony has taken
on a whole new meaning

since Sydin greenlit a
hit on me and my team.

Figure out the details.

I'll call you back in half an hour.

Turn yourself in, Olivia.

Protect yourself, OK?

Protect your family. I promise...

Oh, save it.

You can't even protect your own team.

Don't lowball me, or you'll
never hear from me again.

30 minutes.

Nothing.

Scott.

Yeah?

It's Jamie.

Hey.

Smitty's stable.

They just stitched her
up, and she's in recovery.

Good. Good.

But Raines...

What?

He didn't just break his leg.

He... he severed his femoral artery

and is in hemorrhagic shock.

They've already given
him 15 units of blood,

but he's losing it
as fast as he gets it.

Um, OK. He's in the OR?

He's about to go in,
but, um... it's bad.

They have to amputate
above the arterial damage

from the thigh down.

What?

I've been trying to get
a hold of his family,

but with the time difference...

We should try to get
any help we can from HQ,

military base hospital, anything.

These doctors seem on it, but this is...

this is permanent.

OK. OK.

They're taking him to
the OR. I've got to go.

God.

No, no, no, Jamie.

- Don't let them.
- OK.

- Don't let them do it.
- OK.

- Promise.
- I'll be right here, Andre.

I need to hear you say it.

I promise, I won't let them amputate.

Why would you say that to him?

Just please, promise you will do

whatever you can to save his leg.

I'm trying to save his life.

This hospital only has
so much blood product.

And at the rate he's bleeding out,

if we don't get this under control,

he's going to die.

Amputation may be the only option.

I'm not a vascular surgeon,
but I'm going to do what I can.

But please, don't make
any more promises to him.

This is a complete shock
to me and to my son.

- Which part?
- Everything. All of it.

But you were aware that she
was working as an arms dealer.

Absolutely not.

She seriously hid that from you?

You expect me to believe that?

She fooled you, didn't she?

I knew her for 30 minutes.
You knew her for 10 years.

Yes.

I can see why you might think that.

I probably would too.

But I swear to you, I didn't know.

She traveled a lot. She did her blog.

That's all I knew.

And there was a part of
her that was very aloof.

We kept separate apartments.

We never married.

Part of me liked that because
it gave me my own space

to focus on my art.

Look, you have to believe me.

I'd never be with someone,
have a child with someone

who was involved in
something so reprehensible

as dealing in weapons.

When's the last time you spoke with her?

The morning before she was arrested,

we were talking about
who was going to pick up

David from daycare.

It is vital that we find
her before the people

who are after her get a
chance to finish the job.

And who knows how many people
they will kill to get to her?

I understand, and if I
could help you I would.

- Then think.
- I am!

I have been. I've been racking my brain.

But unfortunately, the person

that I thought that I knew isn't.

I might to have to talk to your son now.

No. Why?

- I'm not giving you permission.
- I don't need it.

The FBI is gonna be putting him
in Child Protective Services.

It is my belief that you are not

acting in his best interest.

It is my belief that you
are putting him in harm's way

- to protect Olivia.
- I'm not.

I would never do that.

She lied to us both.

She... she put us both at risk.

I swear to you. Please, don't do this.

Then tell me where she is right now.

I don't know.

What are you drawing?

Is that a wave?

You're a very talented artist, David,

just like your dad, right?

Hello.

Where's my dad?

He's just giving us some information.

I want to go home.

David...

David.

Just one second.

Send him home with the dad.

Make sure HNP knows so
they can provide protection.

- Will do.
- Whoa.

We believe the dad enough to kick him?

Yes. We do.

That is why I just approved his release.

Because I'd be happy to take him on.

Damian, how about you
do what I tell you to do?

Raines is in the hospital
because he saved my life.

And I want this Demir
guy as bad as anybody,

so you are just gonna have to
deal with me double checking

the million things
coming at us right now

to make sure that we
don't let anything of value

slip through our hands.

When's Thornton
supposed to call us back?

10 minutes.

I'm fine. You don't understand.

I'm not in pain. My vision
is no longer blurred.

Can I please leave now
and get back to work?

Jamie, tell them, please?

Smitty, you have to
let them do their job.

OK. Please be quick.

Jubal.

They still pushing for amputation?

Last I heard.

Apparently, he's also at
risk of an anemia-related

heart attack if they
can't stop the bleeding.

OK, so... so look, Dr. Elena Harper,

she's one of the top vascular
surgeons at Johns Hopkins.

She's at a conference in Vienna.

How long until she can get here?

She just boarded a NATO Black Hawk.

She's gonna arrive on
the hospital's helipad

- in 25 minutes.
- Oh, my God.

- Thank you.
- Of course.

And Jamie, if there's
anything else you may need,

just call me.

Will do.

Her apartment?

Both her and her baby daddy's places

have been searched, cleared,
and secured by the HNP.

Forrester.

You have an oddly trustworthy face.

Do you know that?

Well, I've had worse
things said about me.

Look, I know how this works.

You can't make any guarantees
in terms of sentencing,

what have you, so I decided

to take you at your word.

Plus, my neck is getting a little stiff

from having to constantly
look over my shoulder.

- Where are you?
- Oh, no, no, no.

I'll come to you. One hour.

OK. U.S. Embassy.

I'd like a full dinner when I arrive,

a last meal, as it were.

We could arrange that. Why one hour?

Last little tour of the free world.

I actually did take my
travel blogging seriously,

and I was quite good at it.

4,500 subscribers to my newsletter.

I don't know if you read
any of my dispatches,

but, yes, there are a few last places

- I'd like to see.
- Well, I'd rather you didn't.

One hour.

Oh, and I'm vegan, by the way,
as it pertains to that meal.

What?

She has a tell.

Remember, we almost let
her go at the off-site,

and she started spinning that story

about the Mont-Saint-Michel Abbey?

Right.

She was talking too much,
too fast, too many details.

She just did the same thing.

There's no shot she's
turning herself in.

So then she's running,

and she wants us parked
here waiting for her

while she pulls off
whatever she's got planned.

Why is she waiting this long to bolt?

HNP said Thornton's partner
refused police protection

and left the station with her son.

Sounds like someone's
planning a family reunion.

But where, though?

Do we have the dad's phone tracked?

Nothing, but I do have a hit on the son.

How are we tracking the son?

I put a tracking device in
the stuffed animal I gave him.

Hell, yeah.

How long has he been at that location?

- Six minutes.
- That's right near a tram stop.

Maybe the dad dumped the toy there,

and they're on the move.

OK, put a photo out of the
dad and the kid citywide.

- Yep.
- The tram stops at the corner.

Can you pull up its route?

She has to have a safe house
somewhere in town, right?

I mean, she had that place in Copenhagen

she kept in her back pocket

in case she needed to disappear.

How else she got the phone
she's been calling from?

And she sure as hell
isn't walking around

covered in dust from that explosion.

The shell company that she used

to pay for her son's
daycare, that was...

DH Asset Management Services.

- Dig into that.
- I already did.

She didn't purchase any apartments.

Well, it's got to be
something else then.

Remember, she kept a
cover as a travel blogger

for the last 15 years,

hiding the fact that
she was an arms dealer.

It's got to be something benign,

something unexpected, where
she could have a go bag,

a pair of clothes, a vehicle.

How about a doner kebab
stand in District Nine

that's been out of business
for the last seven years?

Here it is on the map.

That tram line runs right to it.

Bingo. We're out of here.

Dr. Harper?

Special Agent Jamie Kellett.

I've reviewed the X-rays
and spoke with Dr. Lakatos.

- We got a plan.
- Which is?

Vascular reconstruction.

We'll stabilize the fracture then
start reconnecting the blood vessels.

It's going to take time. A lot of time.

But if we can stop the bleeding,

it's the best chance we
have to salvage the limb.

Thank you for coming. Thank you.

I haven't done anything yet.

Let's save his life first.

Excuse me, miss?

I'm good, and I'm leaving
against medical advice

or whatever you need to
write down in your chart.

Thanks for your help.

Andre?

His best chance is scrubbing
up for surgery right about now.

You got this?

I need to go make myself useful.

Go.

What do we got?

Just parked.

Got something behind us
heading toward the restaurant.

Thornton just walked out. Move in.

Remember, she's armed and dangerous

as far as we know.

Mama!

Olivia.

Get your hands out of your pockets.

Olivia.

Don't do this in front of your kid.

Get your hands out of your pockets now.

Everybody, down!

Mom!

You're OK.

No!

No.

No!

Olivia!

Get in!

Go, go, go!

- I'm sorry.
- Hang on, OK?

Just hold on. Everything's gonna be OK.

Tell him I'm sorry.

My son.

OK.

Go, go, go, go!

Move, get out of the way!

Back up!

Go around him. Go around him.

All right. All right. Go!

- I've got him.
- Out of the car!

Get down. Get down.

Back up. Back up.

OK, gun it. Go, go, go!

Get around him.

Ah, I'm out.

Get in front of him.
Get in front of him.

Powell, what are you
doing? Fill me in here.

We need to head him
off. Keep accelerating.

Stop, now. Pull over.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! FBI!

FBI. He's with us. He's with us.

Scalpel.

Excuse me.

Do you have a pen I could borrow?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

The artery.

Sutures.

We can close this.

Nothing.

Nothing on his connection to Sydin?

Nothing, period.

Apparently, Demir hasn't said a word.

So then when do we get to interview him?

Well, unless we're in
possession of information

HNP doesn't already have,
then we're on standby.

If this guy doesn't talk, Sydin walks,

and we put a terrorist back
on the street who's going

- to have more motivation...
- I know. I know.

Interview room feed.

HNP sent us the link?

Got it.

He's just chilling.

Why isn't anybody leaning on him?

Actually, you know what?

Turn this off. I don't want to see this.

You know, I want to know how Demir knew

Thornton's location and same with him

knowing where our off-site was.

HNP's wondering the same thing.

They're conducting an
internal investigation

to see if one of their
officers is on the take.

Well, I'll solve it for
them. One of them is.

Jamie.

What's Raines's status?

Surgery was a success.

They stopped the
bleeding and reconstructed

the damaged vessels.

He's got a long road before
he's back on his feet,

but yeah, he's gonna be all right.

We're intact. Thank God.

Um...

I'm leaving.

Leaving what? What
are you talking about?

This, the Fly Team.

I'm transferring to the
Washington Field Office.

I leave tomorrow.

Just give it a couple of days.

That's all I ask.

Scott, it's done.

Listen,

when my sister took her own life,

at the memorial
service, I made a promise

I'd live my life for both of us.

And even though I've
checked a lot off that list,

served my country,
traveled, fell in love...

I ran away,

from my mom, from my grief.

It's time to go back home.

Not now.

I've got New York on the comms link.

You should get that.

- Putting it through now.
- OK.

Hey. How's your team?

Hey, Jubal.

Everybody's good, thanks to you.

All right. That's great to hear.

And of course, I'm happy to help.

So listen, we might
have a fulcrum on our end

- to leverage Sydin's
bodyguard. - Uh-huh.

Can someone screen-share this thing?

- Hey. You got it?
- Yeah, we got it.

All right, so for the past two years,

Demir Ahmad has been wiring
money to his relatives

in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn.

Demir's mother, sister,
uncle, two aunts, 200K total.

These funds are likely
from illegal activity.

So in light of the anticipated
charges against this scumbag,

we can Title 18 their ass,
and stack on wire fraud,

money laundering, and racketeering.

You're cooked. You know that.

The only power that you have right now

is to save your family.

Give us Yusuf Sydin,
everything about him,

in particular, him instructing
you to blow up that building.

If you do that, I will
take all these photos,

and I'll throw them in the trash.

If you don't, the FBI
offices in New York,

they have warrants ready.

They will swoop in and lock them all up.

Look at me.

They're going to do real time,

starting with material
support to a terrorist.

So who's it going to be, hmm?

Them or him?

Everything.

Every move.

- Yusuf Sydin was aware?
- Of course.

The bombing at the FBI offices?

I was given instruction
by him to do whatever,

destroy whatever, eliminate whoever

as long as Olivia Thornton was killed.

I have all the texts on my mobile.

I'll give you the password.

I would like to accept the deal

offered to me yesterday.

Full disclosure, full transparency,

every transaction, every contact,

everything.

I understand.

Is it sweet, your revenge?

Like honey.

I'll take it from here, Agent Forrester.

The Hungarian police had
a mole working at dispatch.

He was giving info to Sydin and Demir.

They want to know if you want
to be in on the perp walk.

No. That is all theirs.
I'm gonna go see Raines.

What's your situation?

Um, supervisory intelligence
analyst at HQ division

under Legat Connelly.

Are you happy?

Not really.

I may have a place for
you on the Fly Team.

Keep your phone on.

Yes, sir.

PT for a bit, obviously.

But desk duty during
my recovery? No sweat.

I already ordered a
couple knee scooters.

- Should be here by Wednesday.
- You're unbelievable.

This? Temporary setback.

Everything I said I'd
accomplish on this job,

I'm still getting done.

You don't want to rehab
back in the States?

Hell, no. I'm not going anywhere.

I, uh...

I just want to say thanks.

You saved my life.

Kick some ass then.

Make all this worthwhile.

You can count on it.

Your sister, June, she'd
be proud of you, Jamie.

I know how important
your promise to her was.

You know, when I took this assignment,

I knew I'd get to see Europe.

And in the back of
my mind, if I ever had

to say goodbye to someone,
someone I cared about,

I wanted it to be at a train station.

I think I saw it in a Fellini movie.

So do you want me to
run along the platform

when the train's leaving,

bang on the window,
beg you not to leave?

- Because I will.
- That's OK.

Ah, come here.

Mm.

Go easy on yourself, Scott.

Not everything you carry
needs to be carried.

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