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I think there's been
some kind of mistake.

No mistake.

The terms of our
deal were explicit.

She doesn't know anything.

She's just my assistant.
- He's right.

I just keep the calendar.

I set calls.

I smile and look
pretty for clients.

This is very unnecessary.

I gave you what you asked for.

Your boss shared a file with me

in exchange for quite
a large payment.

And yet...

[tense music]

See the problem?

All the useful top secret
information is redacted.

It's worth nothing
to me like this.

Jimmy's a former cabinet member.

He would never betray
the United States.

That's very unfortunate.

- [yelling]
- [screams]

Okay, all right.

I'll give you what you want.

I know how to get rid
of the redactions.

Excuse me.

I, uh, I know a guy who can
provide the full document.

He's here in Vienna.

He works cybersecurity
for the UN.

I just have to make
one phone call.

But do not cut
anything else, please!

[sirens wailing]

We have to go.

You have until midnight
to get me the full file,

or we take more than an ear.

[chuckles]

♪

Right, grab the keys.

Leave everything else.
- What are you talking about?

There is no guy. I
lied about the guy.

It's just... we gotta run.

Oh, my God.

Okay. Hurry, hurry, hurry.

- Okay.
- Come on, come on, come on.

Give me these. All right.

Go, go, go, go.
- Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Walking through the lobby
on our way to the car, okay?

All we gotta do is
get in the car, okay?

We're gonna get in the car, and
we're gonna get to the airport.

- Stop. Stop right there!
- Just don't...

Hey. Don't...
- Oh! Wait.

Hey, hey, no, no,
no. Hey, hey, whoa.

Don't touch me.
This is a mistake.

Ow!

Okay, before you say anything,
that is not what it looks like.

You're under arrest
for the selling

of classified materials.

You cannot be ser... oh!

I don't even know
what's happening.

This has nothing to do with me.

Please, this has
nothing to do with me!

♪

Former Secretary of
Energy James Gaddis.

As you may remember, he
left the last administration

in disgrace thanks to
a corruption scandal.

Well, lately, he's been
trying to make a comeback.

He and his assistant,
Natalie Rivers,

have been traveling
across Europe

offering Gaddis' dwindling
influence and connections

as an energy consultant.

Guy's a real piece of work.

Isn't he still
under investigation?

He is... in New York.

But that didn't stop him
from getting picked up

by federal police in Vienna
with a bag full of gold bars.

Gold bars?

Eight kilograms'
worth, totaling...

$502,304 U.S.

It's not a good look,
but what does this

have to do with the Fly Team?

We have reason to suspect

that our former secretary
may have graduated

to selling classified documents.

Europol received
an anonymous tip

that Gaddis is trying to sell
a laptop computer containing

a top secret digital file.

Allegedly, it's a
Defense Department memo

warning of a software
vulnerability

in Europe's nuclear plants.

He's selling a back door
into nuclear reactors.

I could think of a
few people who might

wanna get their hands on that,
and none of them are good.

Has the Pentagon
confirmed a breach?

No. They say it's all hot air.

But the bag of gold
suggests otherwise.

All right, Smitty's in Vienna,

so let's get there and find
exactly what Gaddis sold

and who he sold it to.

[suspenseful music]

Hey, Damian, I'm gonna need
you to hang back on this one,

coordinate from here.

I don't know if you've noticed,

but my strengths aren't
exactly in customer service.

Well, we learn all aspects here,

even the ones we don't like.

If I'm still in the doghouse

because of what happened
in Bulgaria, I get it.

But there's a nuclear threat.

Is now really the time?
- Time is whenever I say it is.

I could be doing a lot
more than benching you.

Tate, can you help Powell
find a way to be useful?

Yeah.

Absolutely.

Gaddis was transferred
to the embassy

this morning after
giving a statement

to the Austrian federal police.

Was he cooperative?

That's not the word
I would use, no.

Were you able to convince
Europol to transfer the case?

Yes.

My supervisor's direct quote
was, "He's your problem now."

Are you the guy?

James Gaddis. This is Natalie.

[indistinct chatter]

- [sighs]
- Oh, come on.

You boys at the
bureau know a lie

gets halfway around the
world before the truth

even put its pants on.

We're walking around
without our pants, buddy.

The mishandling of
classified documents is...

Something that I and my
staff take very seriously.

But I don't have access
to that stuff anymore.

I gave it all back.

What about copies on
your personal computers?

Maybe you had some on there
that you didn't realize.

I would have
immediately reported it.

This is all about
what, an anonymous tip?

Well, people might wanna
kick me when I'm down,

but anybody who claims that
I'd sell out my country

is a damn liar.

All right, what
about the gold bars?

That's a consulting fee
for my work with the IAEA.

That's the UN nuclear watchdog
group based here in Vienna.

I'm aware.

So you're saying that
they pay you in gold?

Well, not generally,
no, but I requested it.

It's an investment product.

So why did you
run from the cops?

Well, you know what,
that's the funniest thing.

I didn't even know they
were looking for me.

I thought there was
a crime in progress.

I was running for my safety.

And you know, I was
still a little woozy

from cutting myself shaving.
- Mm-hmm.

[knock at door]

You know what, we've met before.

Early on in my career, I was
working on the East Coast.

You helped me with
the Con Ed fraud case.

I went to you because
you had a reputation

for being a straight shooter.

What happened to that guy?

Well, you know, I don't
recall the conversation,

but I am happy to know
that you owe me a favor.

This is a photo of
you and your assistant

arriving at the Vienna
Airport three days ago.

You have a computer.

When you were
arrested, that computer

was nowhere to be found, not in
your hotel room, not anywhere.

So where did it go?

Hotel staff must have taken it.

There's nothing five
star about that place.

Save it. I have your phone.

I have your home computer.
I have your financials.

New York's going
through your house

and your office as we speak.

They're gonna turn
your life inside out,

so I'll get the truth that way.

All right, well, what can I say?

My life is an open book.

Just ask Natalie.

There's no way anything
classified's on there.

He wouldn't trust me with it.

You don't read his emails?

I was a waitress at the
Havana Room when we met.

Jimmy didn't hire
me for my reading.

I get his lunch orders, I book
his flights, I carry his bags,

and then I do it all over again,

because suddenly, he
hates window seats

and shellfish and...

So you carry his computer.

Yeah, sometimes.

Where is his laptop now?

I have no idea.

Your boss said that
he didn't bring it

with him on this trip.
Can you confirm that?

Yeah, that's right.

Well actually, he admitted
that he did bring it,

but claims a hotel staff
member misplaced it.

So was he lying?

Or are you?

I told you I don't
know where it is.

That's the truth.

Okay, so how about you
tell me what James Gaddis

is really doing in Vienna?

I just handed you his calendar.

You can look for yourself.

You know, this case started
with an anonymous tip.

Any chance that was from you?

What? No. No way.

I'd lose my job.

I'm not saying anything.
- That's too bad.

Because lying to
the FBI is a felony.

Five years in prison, maybe more

in a national security
case like this.

Is that a threat?

Absolutely.

♪

Jimmy never tells me anything.

I wasn't lying about that.

But I do know where
he got the gold.

Oh, this is it.

Wiener Edelmetalle.

That translates to "precious
metals from Vienna,"

in case you were wondering.

With the serial
numbers on the bars,

we could prove chain of
custody directly to a buyer.

What kind of spy
makes it that easy?

Gaddis is accused
of taking bribes.

Nobody said he was good at it.

[door buzzes]

We're one of the
largest providers

of bullion in Vienna.
We sell to many people.

We have reason to
suspect this gold

was used in a felony.

Trading gold is hardly a crime.

It is literally
our business model.

Whatever Herr Gaddis did
after he left our store

is none of our concern.

And how exactly did
he pay for the gold?

Does your business model
include keeping records?

It appears he had a large
credit on his account.

And where did that
credit come from?

The confidentiality
of our clients

is of utmost importance.

Did you happen to see Gaddis
carrying a laptop case?

I can't possibly recall.

Maybe the footage from those
cameras will jog your memory.

He gives his name, they hand
over the gold, he leaves.

That's it.
- No sign of a payment.

No sign of a crime of any kind.

Natalie left the
laptop at a park bench

while he picked up
the payment here.

So the seller and buyer were
never in the same place.

So who is the buyer?

The store won't hand
over their accounts

without a warrant, so
we're waiting on Europol.

But the company was
already on our radar.

Apparently we've been
tracking a gold dealer

who does business there.

His name is Mehdi Esfandiari.

He launders money for Iran.

Well, that's not good.

He could be Iranian
intelligence.

No, the trade craft
is too sloppy.

But if he's got gold to buy
secrets and ties it to Iran,

all he's gotta do
is make a call.

Keep digging.

♪

So this is what it's like
when we're out on missions.

It's like a library in here.

We're working.

Look at all that.

How do you even
know where to start?

We don't have Gaddis's laptop,

but we're hoping
the file was once

on one of his other devices.

Even if he deleted it, we can
check for data that's deleted,

but not yet overwritten.

And how long is that gonna take?

A lot longer if you
keep bothering her.

Any luck with Gaddis's phone?

Nothing classified so far.

Ernesto?

Two weeks ago, Gaddis
googled the phrase

"what is the Espionage Act?"

Close, but not a smoking
gun. What about you, Damian?

You find anything in his emails?

No, not yet, just a lot of
inane arguments with his wife.

There's only so much
of that I can take

before my eyes start to bleed.

You're using a search
algorithm, right?

You're not actually trying
to read 10,000 emails?

Yeah, of course.

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking French]

Are you guys talking about me?

I feel like I'm being
roasted in, like,

three different languages.
- Decent chance.

Hold on, I think
we've got something.

Gaddis's wife, Paula, has
a farm in New Hampshire.

They've searched the
storeroom of the stable.

New York just sent
over what they found.

Under all the
saddles and whatever,

there were records from his time

as secretary of energy and
an encrypted hard drive.

Now we're talking.
Have we got access?

I'm seeing it now.

There.

Gaddis transferred that
one file to his laptop.

[suspenseful music]

That's a Department
of Defense report

on reactor security in Europe.

The tip was legit.

It's worse than that.

This isn't just a report on
a potential vulnerability.

It lays out the actual
code for a computer virus

and explains how it can be
inserted via Trojan Horse

into the reactor monitoring
software used by the IAEA.

Gaddis didn't just
sell them intel,

he gave them a cyber weapon and
instructions on how to use it.

If activated at any
one of these sites,

the virus could shut
down the reactors

or cause a meltdown,

releasing radioactive
material for miles.

We're talking mass evacuations,
damage to the food supply,

lethal doses for anyone
close to the plants.

Let's go.

Greedy son of a bitch.

I know it looks bad.

You sold a cyber weapon to Iran.

You know the West
has spent years

trying to slow Iran's nuclear
program with cyberattacks,

and now you've just handed
them a way to irradiate

half of Europe in retaliation.

I can explain, all right?
Would you like me to explain?

- Yes, I would.
- I had to lure them in.

Esfandiari is just the
tip of the iceberg.

The real bad guys,

the ones who wanna do
harm to our country,

I realized I could have
access to all of them.

So what are you saying? This
was all some sort of ploy?

Yes. A solo
intelligence operation.

Except you did sell the file

and took the gold
bars to prove it.

Only as evidence.
They were testing me.

But I would never give up
actual security information.

All the sensitive
parts were redacted.

I mean, the guy was furious.
He wanted to slit my throat.

Well, that part, I believe.

I told him I knew a corrupt
software guy at IAEA

who was willing to
remove the redactions.

But that was a lie.

He was never gonna get anything
but a page of black ink.

Redaction programs are
notoriously unreliable,

and you used one
from five years ago.

Anybody with
cabinet-level clearance

must know that if the
computer makes it to Tehran,

their intelligence will crack
it in a matter of hours.

Once Iran has that file,
all they need is someone

with access to a reactor.

And you could be responsible
for the next Chernobyl.

I see.

Well, in that case, before
I say the next part,

I'm gonna have to have
a large glass of scotch.

Which part?

All right, all right,
just as a heads-up,

Esfandiari may have
mentioned that Iran

already has a man on
the inside, some worker

at one of Europe's
nuclear plants.

But because of the
redactions, I wasn't worried.

What plant?

He didn't say.

As soon as they get the
virus, they can deliver it,

and the attack could
happen at any moment.

♪

Talk to me, Amanda.

We've got the intelligence
community on high alert

looking at all
vulnerable reactors

for a man on the inside.

No hits yet.

Has any of the software
been tampered with?

We're checking,
but it takes time.

For security reasons, the
computers at these plants

aren't even online.

So if a worker has to
physically insert the virus,

why not just send everyone home?

Problem solved.

We could limit to
essential only,

but that's still
a lot of people.

A significant chunk of the
EU's power output is nuclear.

Any ideas that don't involve

casting half a
continent into darkness?

Right, our only shot
is to get the file back

before it gets passed on.

Is that even possible?

Well, Esfandiari gave
Gaddis till midnight

to unredact the file,
so he must not know

the document he possesses
can be cracked easily.

That gives us a window
to convince him to bring

the laptop back to us.

So we can go undercover
and complete the deal.

A sting operation.

That's right.

If Esfandiari thinks that
a corrupt security tech

can unlock the full
file, let's give him one.

Me.

♪

I'm listening.

All you have to do is
make the introduction,

tell Esfandiari that
I can be trusted.

And what's in it for me?

Well, a chance to complete
your self-proclaimed

solo intelligence operation.

- And?
- And nothing.

You get a chance to
take that ridiculous lie

and make it real.

And if you spin it
right, maybe you can

redeem your reputation
as a total slimeball.

All due respect.

Look, the only way
I'm gonna play ball

is if you make my legal
problems go away, all of them.

That's up to the DOJ.

But cooperating and
getting back what you sold

would go a long
way towards charges

like mishandling documents
and not, say, treason.

You know what?

If my country needs
me, I will do it.

Thank you for your service.

We're gonna make a great team.

I can't wait to see
Esfandiari when he's the one

slowly getting dismembered.

Easy, easy.

All you need to do
is make the call.

You let us do the rest.

Are you crazy?

No, I have to be at the meeting.

Natalie will set it up.

Our priority is to
put as few people

in harm's way as possible.

These guys aren't fools.

Anything out of the ordinary,
it'll look like a setup.

[phone rings]

Hey, what's up?

Hey, just checking where
we are with my cover.

We need to get that info
to Gaddis now as well.

I reached out to the
Undercover Ops unit

to put together a full profile

online presence, all of it.

Team's checking it now.

All right, good. This
needs to be airtight.

Okay.

Hey.

About Damian, I'm
starting to think

that he's deliberately
making himself useless here

so he doesn't get
asked to do it again.

Amanda, I don't have time
to deal with this right now.

I know. Neither do I.

I'm sorry.

I will talk to him
when I get back.

I thought benching him
would send a message.

He got emotional in Bulgaria.

He lost his way. He knows that.

But he's a good agent. Just
give him a chance, okay?

He's worth it.

Okay.

[line beeps]

So normally, you
would set the meeting.

Would you ever pick someplace
public, like a bar or café?

That's better for us.

Sure.

He always wants to
look like a big shot.

Okay, and during the meeting,
he would have you nearby?

Natalie.
- Mm-mm.

This is a trap.

I already gave you information.

Now you're telling me that

I have to participate
in a sting?

I'm supposed to call up the
guy who put a gun in my face?

No. No way.

Listen, I don't help cops.

Is that what you want me to tell

the judge at your sentencing?
- I didn't do anything wrong.

So I don't have to say
or do anything for you.

You are smart, and you knew

your boss was up to something.

But I don't think you knew that
thousands of innocent people

are in danger.

So what do you say we just
both drop the attitude

and try to help them?

Corrupt cyber security
consultant Peter Landau.

It's nice to meet you.

The Undercover Ops
unit has given him

a social media presence, added
him to a UN personnel list,

and swapped his photo
into a journal article

about nuclear energy.

I'm looking for holes,
but they've given him

everything from an
ex-wife to a DUI to a dog.

What more does a
desperate man need?

The guys in Undercover
Ops are good.

Spent seven years in that unit.

Sounds like you miss it.

Sometimes.

The call's coming in now.

Put it through.

[phone rings]

I was starting to worry
I wouldn't hear from you.

Jimmy is very sorry about
the misunderstanding,

but he has a friend
he'd like you to meet.

And this friend can take
care of our problem?

That's right, yeah.

She sounds nervous.

It's okay, she would be.

♪

Are you near downtown?

I can send you a location.

We can meet in about 15 minutes.

Fine. I'll be there.

We're in.

♪

Hi. Right this way.

They're here.

No sign of a laptop.

This meeting is just a test.

Gentlemen.

So shall we try this again?

No plastic tarp this time.

[clears throat] Peter Landau.

Heard a lot about you.

- I can't say the same.
- Well, that's why we're here.

Shall we sit?

Peter and I go way
back, and he owes me.

I got him his cushy
job at the IAEA

when I was still
energy secretary.

I don't know if I
would call it cushy.

Well, it was fine until
you found the casinos.

He likes the card rooms almost
as much as he likes computers,

until it's time to pay up.

Point is, I have a debt that
I'd like to clear quickly,

so maybe we can help each other.

You're comfortable with the
arrangement we have in place?

Well, yeah, he takes
his cut out of mine.

He gets it when the
deal is done and when...

I was asking him.

As long as I get
paid, I'm happy.

Very well.

When Peter unlocks the full
document, this squares us.

No more threats.

We never hear from
each other again.

We're done.

Agreed.

I think we have him on the hook.

♪

We may have a problem.

Male, Middle Eastern
with a camera.

He's being subtle about
it, but he's watching

the meeting just like we are.

Is he with Esfandiari?

Could be counter surveillance.

I'll check it out.

Hi, uh, sorry to bother you.

Do you speak English?
- Yes.

Do you mind taking
a picture of me?

I was trying to get a selfie,

but I couldn't get
the right angle.

- Not a problem.
- Thanks.

Maybe we could get
this as a background.

I'll come around to your side.

So assuming that we go
forward with this deal,

how does it work?

Because I can't have
classified files in my email.

I will bring the
computer to you.

We'll all meet up tonight,
later in your office.

My office?

Is that a problem?

Um...

[whispering] Well,
given what we're doing,

I just imagined a more
discreet location, you know.

I wanna make sure that you
are who you say you are.

Right, fine.

My office, 20
minutes, in and out.

Oh, man. These are
perfect. Thank you.

If you want, I could take
some of you in your camera.

That's not necessary.

Enjoy your stay in Vienna.

I didn't get your name.

[grunts]

Hey! He's on the move.

♪

Stop!

Hey!

Scott, he's headed toward
the front of the building.

Keep Esfandiari
at your location.

♪

Alireza Soltani.

Operative for
Iranian intelligence.

Five years ago, you were
working as an engineer,

suspected of infiltrating
European tech firms

to find ways around
international sanctions.

On the eve of being
deported back to Iran,

you disappeared, like a ghost,
only to emerge today reborn

as Turkish architect
Reza Yildiz,

with a passport that, whilst
quite skillful, is fake.

Tell me where I've
gone wrong so far.

You mispronounced Yildiz.

And everything else
you said is a lie.

We have these surveillance
photos from your camera,

pictures of Mehdi Esfandiari.

Looks like you've been
following him for a while now.

Why?

I don't know who that is.

You know, I'm an
architect on holiday.

You're an Iranian spy
with a fake passport

spewing lies to the FBI.

And on a personal note,

I'm running out of
patience for it.

[tense music]

Why you taking pictures of us?

You want me to talk? Hmm?

You want me to be honest?

Then tell me, what exactly
is the FBI doing in Vienna?

No?

You won't talk to me.

So why should I trust
you or someone else

from your country?

Listen, you're gonna have
to explain these photos.

- I don't know...
- Talk to me.

He has the technical background

to be our inside man.

But why surveil Esfandiari
if they are working together?

And if Iranian intelligence
knows about the file,

why haven't they
moved in and taken it?

Something isn't adding up.

Is it possible Soltani
could be working

for someone other than Iran?

Could be.

I'll take another run at
him when he cools down.

Well, either way,
he's a wild card.

Look, if we move forward
with our sting operation,

you could be walking
right into a trap.

We don't have a choice.

As long as nuclear
secrets are in the wind,

we do everything we can.

♪

Okay, eyes and ears in
Budapest are up and running.

Copy that.

The employees are clearing out.

But let me know if
you see anything.

Will do.

Hey. Everybody ready?

Yep.

Okay, we'll be nearby
the whole time.

All you need to do is follow
Agent Forrester's lead.

Shouldn't I get one
of those earpieces

like the rest of the team has?

No.

Those two aren't prepped enough.

We don't need extra variables.

If you think we're
playing this wrong,

I can patch you through.
- No.

Scott is as good as they come.

If anyone can pull
this off, it's him.

I just think I should
be there and not here.

You actually wanna
be the one in danger.

The Iranians are arriving.

Mr. Landau is waiting
for us upstairs.

Please, follow me.

Good.

Night.

♪

The bodyguard's carrying
the laptop case.

You made sure no one was
following you, right?

Of course. Omid is very careful.

Ah, shall we have a drink?

Let's have a drink.

I think we should
all have a drink.

My faith forbids
it, you know that.

Of course. Of course I do.

I was just, uh,
just being polite.

So shall we get down
to business already?

Hand over the computer
so you can get to work.

What's the hurry
all of a sudden?

No, well, I'd really like
to get back to the States

as soon as possible.

My wife keeps calling.

Not about this... she
doesn't know about this.

But we've kinda
been going through

a rough patch lately, and...

What the hell is he doing?

Sweating through his shirt.

Last few months, we've been
sleeping in separate beds,

and I'd really just like to...
- Jimmy.

Get back with the...

Nobody wants to hear about
your marital problems.

[both chuckle] Relax.

Natalie, do you mind
stepping outside

and dealing with Mrs.
Gaddis while we finish this?

Sure. No problem.

Sorry about that.
We're all on edge.

Given what we're
all risking here,

I would be worried
if we weren't.

I don't know.

If he's already this jumpy,

maybe it's a bad idea.

Well, if you didn't
want him this jumpy,

maybe you shouldn't have
put a knife to his throat.

[both chuckle]

I'm not in this to make friends.

I'm in this to make money.

So you want me to remove
the redactions or not?

Okay. But not here.

What are you talking about?

I didn't bring the file.

I'd be a fool to walk around
with something so valuable.

I needed to be sure that
this wasn't a setup.

And now that we can
all trust each other,

I take you to the computer.

That a problem?

Scott, we control this location,

so if we move, I cannot
guarantee your safety.

Okay.

Whatever it takes.

What is he doing?
We need to move in.

Yeah, but we don't
have the file.

♪

I mean, look, this

this deal is just
between me and you,

so what do you say we just
leave him out of this?

Get in, both of you.

[sighs]

Well...

♪

Do you have any idea
what's happening?

What is happening?

Where are we going?

I... I need you to
take this off my head!

I can't breathe! [Groans]

What are we doing?
Where are we are going?

[moans]

[tense music]

♪

Stay close, but not too close.

That's right where I am.

We're headed north.

Going out of the city.

I see you. Make sure
you keep a visual.

They turned off
Forrester's phone,

so we can't use his GPS.

Should have put a
tracker on the guy's car.

Yeah, but they changed vehicles.

This operation was never
supposed to go on the move.

We're all improvising now.

Okay, we're turning east.
Where are we heading?

Uh, looks like an
industrial area.

♪

There's no other
car around us now.

They're gonna spot us.

We're pulling up
traffic cameras.

We should be able to
track them that way.

Should be?

I'm falling back.

- No.
- Yes.

Hey, guys, make
up your mind here.

Yes, fall back.

I've got the cargo
van on traffic cams.

He's making quick turns now.

I don't understand.

They saw us and got spooked.

Claire, take everything
north. Kyle, take east.

Somebody tell me
we have a visual.

♪

Anybody?

Cam, I think we lost them.

Yeah, we lost
contact here as well.

This place is a maze.
They could be anywhere.

Wait. Does this
area look familiar?

It was in the background

of the surveillance
photo Soltani took.

Maybe Forrester was right.

You're not Iranian
intelligence at all, are you?

The reason you've been off
the grid for five years

isn't because you
went back to Iran.

It's because you turned
against your government.

Yeah, that's fine.
Don't talk. Just listen.

I think you've been working
the same case we have,

but from the other angle

following Esfandiari,
trying to prevent him

from acquiring the file.

In fact, I suspect
that it was you

who called in the
anonymous tip to Europol.

As farfetched as this may seem,
you and I are on the same side.

So if you've been
following Esfandiari,

you can tell me where
the deal is going down.

Innocent people are in danger.

There are many of us
who believe in a new

and more progressive Iran.

But the Americans created
this cyber weapon.

And they would happily
throw me into Guantanamo

for only knowing it exists.

I won't let that happen.

You have my word.

You want to stop this deal.

Tell me exactly
where it's happening.

I can stop it.

♪

This is how you treat all
your business partners?

I think I might
have been better off

taking my chances at the casino.

The full file, now.

Don't make this complicated.

All right. There's the laptop.

[clears throat]

Okay.

[sighs] Let's see.

This could take a while.
Files might be corrupted.

Just do it already. God.

But if you shoot me,
then you get nothing.

I know.

That's why I brought him.

If I don't get what I want...

[chuckles] We start cutting.

The redactions can easily be
defeated by any decent hacker.

You have everything you need!
- Come on.

This whole thing is
a sting operation,

and that guy is FBI.

♪

[tense music]

You've been lying to me.

I mean, you're really
gonna believe this clown?

He would sell out his own
mother for a bottle of scotch.

You're way too confident
for a computer guy.

I think he's right.

If you kill either one of us,

you will be hunted down by the
full force of the United States

for the rest of your life.

An FBI agent and a
former cabinet member...

If it's money you
care more about

than becoming a
martyr, take the file.

Disappear.

[both grunt]

[groans]

[groans]

[flames whoosh]

[gunshot]

Let him go!

Back up.

I said back up.

Hands over your head.

That's him. That's the guy.

We did it.

Take him away, Officer.

Shut up.

What? Oh, come on!

Let's go!

[sighs]

How's your jaw?

You know, next time
you come to the rescue,

get there just about
five minutes sooner.

You know, if it wasn't
for Raines or Smitty,

I might not have
been there at all.

Which is something to
consider the next time

you're ignoring my advice and
putting your life in danger.

It was the only move
under the circumstances.

A lot of people are
sleeping safer tonight

because you were willing
to let it play out.

U.S. Marshals Office
will be here shortly

to escort you back
to the United States.

We will inform the DOJ
of how you assisted

in the investigation
and how you didn't.

You don't lose yourself
all at once, you know.

It's death by inches.

You help a friend.

You accept a small gift.

Shake a hand.

Do a favor.

Forget about a document.

All these little
steps, they're almost

unnoticeable on their own.

And then suddenly you wake up.

There's a half a million
dollars in your hands,

and you have no idea who
the hell you are anymore.

[apprehensive music]

♪

So that's it?

With the virus off the market,

we have time to
locate the inside man

placed at the reactor.

I trust you'll contact
me with any information

you find on that front.

I will.

Then I see no need to tell
anyone about your help

on this case, or
even your existence.

Thank you.

Why did you do it?

What?

Why did you turn?

Oh.

[pensive music]

Does it matter?

To go from Iranian intelligence

to risking your life
against the regime,

you must have been motivated
by more than gold bars.

I will always be
proud to be from Iran.

But

who I am is not accepted there.

They wouldn't let me love
who I wanted to love.

So I don't let them kill
who they want to kill.

♪

[knocks]

Hey, man. You wanted to see me?

Yeah, come on in.

Have a seat.

Whoa.

That's cool.

Privacy mode.

Look, I wasn't at my best
yesterday, all right?

And look, I respect what Tate
and her team can do, truly.

I just can't add anything.
I belong in the field.

I agree.

Which is why you're
not getting fired.

You're getting transferred.

Transferred? Where?

I talked to Richard
Muir in Undercover Ops.

Turns out they're
looking for someone

for a long-term
investigation in Germany.

It's deep cover.

You'd be in the field,
in the thick of it, 24/7.

I'm off the Fly Team?

It's time, Damian.

Just one mistake.

You're telling me you
can't look past that

just this one time...
- It's just one time.

It's just one inch.

Look, the team,

they were willing to
lie for you in Bulgaria.

I have been trying
to convince myself

to look the other way.

Now, look, I know, me and
you, we go way back, man.

I just... where does that lead?

♪

[sighs]

[laughter, chatter]

- No, that's...
- All right, here we go.

Last round, I promise.

I'm pretty sure you
said that last round.

It's okay, we're charging
it all to Peter Landau.

Hey. Both: Cheers.

All right, I wanna
say something.

I wanna say something.
- [laughs]

[soft music]

I wanna say thank you.

Thank you.

You pulled me out of the gutter,

held me accountable, pushed
me to be a better agent.

You saved my life in
a collapsing building.

That was a big one.
- I did do that.

Big one. [Laughter]

But most importantly,
you showed me that

no matter where I am or
who I'm pretending to be,

I will never be lost.

So... egészségedre.

If I said that right.
Did I say that right?

[laughter]

- Hear, hear.
- Cheers.

- Whoo!
- Cheers!

Until we meet again.

♪

[tense music]

♪

[wolf howls]