All language subtitles for fbi English 2

[dramatic music]

♪

- Some operation
you're running.

- It wasn't an op.
This was an investigation.

- Well, whatever we call it,
I think we can agree--

you made a mess.

- [sighs]
All due respect...

The real mess wasn't made
here in New York.

- That was you guys over there.

- You're not qualified
to make that assertion.

- I spent enough time running
and gunning with CIA types

like you in the Valley, sir.

- When did your investigation
turn to events in Tehran 2005?

And let me remind you,

this is all getting
entered into the record.

- Oh, your
classified report, yeah.

Can't wait to read that.

Oh, wait, uh, no one ever will.

- The real mess
wasn't made today.

It was made a long time ago.

You failed these people.

- What do you know
about what I do?

- I know enough.

- I'd be happy
to stick to the facts

if I was asked
a direct question.

- Fair enough.

How's this for direct?

Who gave you the order?

♪

[engine revving]

- [panting]

Yo!

[car horn blares]

[engine revving]

[metal clanging]

[tires screeching]

[tense music]

[phone buzzing]

[pensive music]

- [sighs]

♪

[sighs]

- Arturo Diaz, 16th precinct.

- Special Agent Maggie Bell.
This is my partner.

- Omar Zidan.

We understand a bomb
went off at speed?

- Truck exploded
at 8:00 this morning.

Couple of bikers went down.

Looks like cars wrecked when
they tried to dodge debris.

- Any witnesses?

- None that aren't being
rushed to a hospital.

Terrorist activity,
we're thinking.

- These cameras catch anything?

- Nah, every camera in the zone
stopped working simultaneous.

How about that?

- That's sophisticated.

Looks like our bomb tech's
got his work cut out for him.

- Hey.

- Just because it's
your last day of school

does not mean
that you get to be late.

- Sorry.
I was finishing up packing.

- And a coffee run, apparently.

- It's for you, actually.

- Tiff.

- So what we got?

- The pickup was the target.

Looks like they placed the
device next to the fuel tank--

good place for it.

Strange thing--it was rigged
with an EMP emitter

that disabled
all nearby electronics.

- How do you know that?
- I'm a bomb tech.

- Yes, you are.

Any ID on the driver?

- Not possible.
He was a crispy critter.

We did pull the VIN
off the frame, though.

- Great, thanks.

- Hey, Scola.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Can you pull that camera?

Get it to the JOC?

Maybe Ian can tell us
what the hell happened here.

I'm not gonna miss this.

♪

- All right, folks,
if I were you,

I'd cancel
my fancy dinner plans

'cause this is the only place
we'll be digging in.

We got a car bomb
on the Henry Hudson Parkway.

2 in critical condition,
11 dead now,

including the driver
of a Dodge Ram,

who we think was the target.

Our goal, figure out
who planted the bomb.

Simple enough, right?

Ian, talk to me.

- According to our bomb tech,
it was a limpet bomb,

attached magnetically
to the back of the truck.

I would like to know when.
- As would I.

But where are we with the GoPro
found at the scene?

- Well, the memory card
was charred in the blast.

I'm working with
CART to retrieve it,

but I wouldn't hold my breath.
- Right.

Okay, so then we work
backwards, focus on the target.

What do we know about
the driver of our pickup truck?

- Right, the VIN we recovered
is registered to a plumber

in Kew Gardens named
Tariq Amini--

53 years old,
born and raised in Queens.

No priors,
pays his taxes on time,

five-star reviews on Yelp.

- Well, you may be impressed
that Tariq Amini

has zero online footprint--
I mean nothing.

No Facebook, no Twitter,
no website for his business...

until two weeks ago,

when his daughter posted
this photo

on her Instagram.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
What's my next question?

- Who's the friend?
- Yeah.

- We don't know.
Not in our system.

But this is literally
the only image

of Tariq Amini on the Web.
- So he's paranoid.

Strange detail is
in the timing.

He slips up,
a single photo gets posted.

Two weeks later, he's dead.

- So who would want
to assassinate

such an excellent plumber?

- Assassinate?
We sure we want to go there?

- Well, limpet bomb rigged
with an electromagnetic pulse.

- Well, it's
an ambitious device.

Definitely not homemade.
- It's strange is what it is.

That's a lot of firepower
to take out an average Joe.

All right, Maggie and OA
are gonna notify Tariq's wife.

If there's more to this guy,
maybe she can clue us in.

[somber music]

- I...

♪

I-I-I don't remember this,
uh, photo being taken.

Uh, he didn't like
his pictures taken.

He--he didn't like his smile.

I loved it.

- It's the only photo
that we could find online.

How did that happen?

- Uh, I posted it.

It was
from my graduation party.

- Did he say anything
to you about that?

Ask you to take it down?
- No.

No, he did not.

- This man in the photo...

- Oh, that's Uncle Cyrus,
my dad's best friend.

- Where was Tariq
headed this morning?

- Work.

Always.
Always work, even on weekends.

He said that this summer,

we'd go to the mountains,
but, uh--

- He give you that?
It's beautiful.

- Yeah, uh,
it's a family heirloom.

- I hate to ask you this,

but did your husband owe
anyone money?

Have any enemies,
any recent altercations?

- No, I-I did the books
for his business.

He did not owe money to anyone.

- Mrs. Amini, someone
wanted your husband dead.

And they went to great lengths

to make sure
they got the job done.

- Tariq was a good man.

He brought a smile to the face
of everyone he ever met.

- That's not what I asked you.

- There were no altercations.

And the suggestion
that this was

anything other than a senseless
murder--I do not abide it.

So why don't you do your job,

you find the culprit,
and you bring us peace?

♪

- Grieving widow
on the worst day of her life--

could have gone
a little easier on her.

- I just felt like
she was holding back.

- She's spinning,
and so is her daughter.

Honestly, we should have
notified her separately.

- Excuse me?

[panting]

M-my mom, she lied to you.

I don't know why,
but there was a fight

between my dad and Uncle Cyrus,
like, two weeks ago.

I don't know what it was about,

but I've never
seen them fight like that.

- Okay, where can we find
your Uncle Cyrus?

- His Laundromat.

B-but he didn't do this.

I just--I just
wanted you to know.

- Thank you. You did
the right thing telling us.

- Told you something was off.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Hey!

Cyrus Kayed.

Hey.

- Sorry, we're closed.
- Good.

That means
you have time to chat.

♪

- Fine, Tariq and I argued,
but it was nothing.

His daughter posted some photos
of us on Instagram.

- Doesn't seem
worth arguing over.

- Kids want to post
their whole lives online.

I like my private life private.

- Well, you're gonna hate
my next question.

Where were you
at 8:00 this morning?

- You really think
I had something to do

with Tariq's death?

We were brothers.

- You were like brothers.

Sarah Amini calls you
Uncle Cyrus,

but there's no record that
you and Tariq were related.

- Lifelong friends.

It doesn't make his death
less painful.

- Your whereabouts
this morning?

- I was here.

I had a repairman in.

- Look, you want to tell us
what's going on here?

The sign says you're open.

You got the door locked
and all the lights off,

and you seem pretty nervous
talking to us.

So, if you've got nothing to do
with your buddy's murder...

why are you so jumped up?

- Why?

Because...

you abandoned us.

[gunshot]
[glass shatters]

- Tiff!

[tense music]

♪

Two shooters on a motorcycle.

[motorcycle engine revs]

[tires screech, horns blaring]

♪

[gunshots]

This is Special Agent Scola
requesting backup.

We got two males dressed
in all black

moving westbound
on a black Ducati Monster...

armed and dangerous.

- Two-man job--
gunner takes two shots,

drops the window pane,
makes the kill.

Driver speeds them off, right?

So we were inches off
of their target line, Tiff.

They either needed us
out of their way

to visually confirm their kill,

or we just got lucky.

- [scoffs]
This feels lucky to you?

- Look, I get it.

It makes sense
to need some time off.

This does not have
to be permanent.

- Scola.
- What?

- Have you ever talked me
out of anything?

Ever? Once?

Ever?

- You were sitting on that one.

- Sorry.

But there's nothing more
dangerous than having a partner

who didn't want to be
in the field anymore

but stuck around anyway.

Scola?
- Hmm?

[suspenseful music]

♪

- It's a go bag.

He knew he was in danger
before we got here.

That's why the lights were off.

That's why
he was so squirrelly.

He was running.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, he didn't get very far.

♪

- All right,
so our two shooters

last seen fleeing Sunnyside,
Queens, on a Ducati Monster.

You're working traffic cams,
right, anyone got them?

- Yeah, most recent
camera footage

has them ducking into a parking
garage seven blocks south.

We swept every floor--no sign
of them at the location.

- They planned to avoid cameras
by using the garage

as a pivot point--
that's fine with me.

Narrows their options,
slows them down.

- Hey, I got something,
and it is wild.

I managed to recover
footage from the GoPro

we found at the scene.

- All right, look alive, people.

Impress me, Ian.

Okay, so there's our victim
in the Dodge Ram.

- And here come the shooters
on the Ducati.

And this has to be
where they attached

the limpet bomb to the side
of the victim's pickup.

- How fast are they going?
- 50 miles an hour, maybe 60.

- So, at high speed,
the shooter places the bomb

on a moving target
and then snipes his best friend

two hours later with precision.

- With this kind of skill
and resources,

these are definitely
professional hits.

- No doubt, but on a plumber
and his best friend?

- They must have been important
to someone powerful.

- The question is who.

- Whoever did this,
that second victim--

he knew that he was
in hot water.

- Right before he was shot,
he said, "You abandoned us."

- He said that to you guys?

So who are you?
Law enforcement?

Feds? U.S. government?

We abandoned them.
I wonder how we did that.

- Hey, I think we might know
where the shooters are headed.

- Yeah, we scrubbed
traffic-cam footage backwards

from the bombing--
some gaps where they disappear.

- Right, but
there's one location

they visit multiple times

before and after the bombing...

a rare-book shop
on the Upper East Side.

♪

- I read this book in college.

Had a crush on my professor.

- Oh, yeah, what was his name?
- Rachel.

Oh, I wanted to say,
Nadia Amini--you were right.

She was evasive,
and I missed it.

- You got a lot on your plate.

- Yeah, well,
Ella's not sleeping,

which means I'm not sleeping
because she's so stressed.

Yes, all to say,
I do have a lot on my plate.

Okay, if our guys
are so calculated,

why would they stop
into this bookstore

in the middle of an op?

- Maybe it's not
just a bookstore.

- I'm not seeing it.

- Maybe you're not
looking hard enough.

[tense music]

- Oh, he's gonna rabbit.

♪

Hey, FBI! Stop!

- No.

- [grunting]

[pounding]

- I'm opening it.

- Go.

- Hey! FBI!

Drop the hammer.

Now.

♪

Turn around. Slowly.

OA, that's the license plate
from the motorcycle.

Automatic weapons.

They have the same bombs
from the attack.

♪

Shooters.

Who are they?

- So his name is
Bijan Tadjvar--

Iranian born, arrived in the
U.S. just over three years ago.

- You want to get
the Iranian consulate on this?

- I'm having an agent do that.

It's just gonna take a beat
before somebody gets here.

Based on the contraband
we collected,

he's looking
more like a facilitator.

It's a local contact
who provides weapons and intel

on people for foreign actors.

- I don't know--you really
think Iran is bold enough

to target American citizens
on U.S. soil?

- They got to people
in the Netherlands in 2015.

- Iran went after
their own people there.

- Dissidents that fled Iran--
yeah, same situation.

They were hiding out for
decades, kept their heads down,

made one mistake,
IRGC took them out.

- We found the backups
of the explosive devices

that they used in the basement
of your shop.

So we know you supplied them.

I can already charge you
as an accessory to murder,

but by the time
I'm finished with you,

you'll be locked away
for the rest of your life.

I did speak to a U.S. attorney

who is willing to make you
a deal,

but, of course, you have
to give us something in return.

Names.

Where are they hiding?

Are there more targets?

If you help us,
we can help you.

- I don't care about me.

- Someone else, then.

They're holding someone
you love back in Tehran.

Who?

Your wife?

Mother?

Your lover?

- They'll kill him.

- What's his name?
- As if you could save him.

- FBI counterintelligence
has far reach.

I am trying to prevent
more deaths.

If there's
more violence coming,

we can stop this together.

- It cannot be stopped.

This will happen.

♪

- Bijan Tadjvar refused a deal.

He's too leveraged,

and he implied
that that hit list is longer.

- Right, so h-how do we
figure out who else is on it?

Bijan did a number
on his laptop.

The shop turned up cash
and unregistered weapons,

but no intel
on any future targets

or on our plumber
or Laundromat owner.

- Well, they ended up
on that list somehow.

- And all signals
point to our victims

being New Yorkers,
born and bred, right?

There's nothing that ties them
to Iran, even tangentially.

- Well, if they aren't
from here,

someone did a bang-up job
helping them fake it.

- Hey, I was able to recover
partial data

from Bijan Tadjvar's laptop.

- You're a magician.
Show me.

- Okay, buried in his
bookkeeping files,

a hidden folder.

The docs are written in Farsi,
so I sent them out

for translation,
but they're not relevant.

One file might be.

Opened yesterday
at the same time

that the shooters
were there--look.

- All right, so they were
all in this back office

looking at this file.

- It's a surveillance photo
from 2005.

- So who are they?

Run their faces
against our database.

- Already ahead of you.

That's Tariq and Cyrus,
20 years younger.

- Where is this photo?
Is there any metadata?

- It's Central Tehran.

That's Azadi Tower
in the background.

- So maybe this photo
is the hit list.

The killers went
after these two men,

which means our next target
could be anyone in this photo.

Run every face.

Their backstories were phony.

Who the hell were
these people, really?

- And how the hell did they
end up on an Iranian hit list?

[suspenseful music]

- Hey, Ian, can you zoom in
on this woman?

H-her wrist?
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, I've seen
that bracelet before--

on Nadia Amini, Tariq's wife.

- Are you sure?
- 100%.

When we were questioning her,
she was nervous.

She was--she was
playing with it.

- Uh, Nadia Amini just drained
her personal bank accounts.

- She played us.

- She knows exactly why
her husband was targeted.

- And she knows
who's coming for her.

- Yeah, ping her phone.

- Got her.
She's at Penn Station.

- All right, get her
off the street now. Go.

- I want eyes in every corner
of Penn Station, yeah?

We are looking for Nadia Amini
and her daughter.

They are in danger.

We believe these guys
right here,

last seen on a black Ducati,

could be on the ground
looking for them.

♪

- Nadia and her daughter
won't be here long.

They could already be
on a train.

- We'll start on the mezzanine
level and work our way down.

- Scola, we got two helmets.

- All right, everybody,
be advised,

shooters parked their Ducati
in front of the east entrance.

Get some agents' eyes on it
in case they come back for it.

We need to find Nadia
and Sarah before they do.

- Anyone in here
could be the killers.

[dramatic music]

♪

- All right, eyes up, people.

Our two unidentified shooters
are in the station.

Needle in a haystack.

And what's the needle
look like, Elise?

- I--we don't know.

- And that is why
we run every face.

Stay alert.
These are trained assassins.

They will blend in.

Anyone is a potential threat,
so call them out.

Who's got a rap sheet?
Who didn't pay their taxes?

Who got a parking ticket
yesterday morning?

- Copy that.

- Let's split up.
- Yeah.

♪

[computer buzzes]
- Got a bogey.

Unidentifiable male
not in our system.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
HSI, ICE, how about you guys?

Who's closest?
- Maggie.

- Okay.

Maggie, we got a guy
wearing a black leather jacket.

He's behind you.

♪

- Sarah.
- Uh--hi.

- I have Sarah Amini.
- Maggie found the daughter.

OA, I need you to
pick up the guy

in the black leather jacket.

Hey, Maggie,
an exfil team is waiting

for you at the east entrance.

- Where's your mom?
- Uh, we got in a fight.

- Where is she right now?
- Uh, downstairs.

She said we had to leave.
We had to run.

What is happening?

♪

- Nadia Amini was last seen
on the ground level.

We need to leave right now.
I'm gonna get you out of here.

OA, cover me.

Leather jacket heading
towards Maggie.

I'm on him.

- Where'd he go?

Anybody got another angle
on this guy?

- Uh, working on it.

- Maggie, you need to move.

♪

- Jubal, leather jacket
is not a suspect.

- Copy.

Hey. Right there.

Camera shy with the black cap.

Can you--can you get him?
- Can't get his face.

- All right, s-send them
what you got anyway.

Agents, we got a guy wearing
all black in a black cap.

He's on the lower level,
heading to the mezzanine.

Who can get to him first?
- Got him.

- Facial rec
just picked up Nadia--

other end of the mezzanine.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
OA, you hear that?

Change course, head to Nadia,
opposite end of the mezzanine.

Tiffany, you pick up the guy
in the black cap.

♪

- Please, you have to help me
find my daughter, please.

- We have her. We have her.
She's safe.

I'm gonna take you to her.
Come with me.

- OA, you still got
that black-cap bogey on you.

You need to get
to the east exit now.

Go, go, go.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Uh, this way, this way,
this way, this way.

♪

- All right, gang, I'm still
waiting on facial rec.

- I know. Camera coverage
is not helping us.

- Yeah, well, write a letter
to the city.

Give me a shot of his face.
- Wait, I got him.

- Yeah, there.
That's enough, yeah?

♪

- He's a ghost.

- Okay, Tiffany,
you need to stay on him.

♪

- So, if that's our guy,
then where's his buddy?

♪

[people screaming]

♪

Jubal... got a knife wound
in the leg.

- Get an ambulance
there right now.

Stay trained on the assailant.
- We lost sight of him, Jubal.

- What?

♪

- Tiff!
- Scola!

- [groans]

No, no, no,
you got to get after him.

He's down there.

- We did
what we came here to do.

We kept the target safe.

I'm not chasing
after another bad guy.

Lift up.

- Oh.
[groans]

- You're gonna be okay,
all right?

- Okay.
- Just breathe.

Agent down, mezzanine level.

Keep the pressure on.

- [groans]

Okay, okay.

[groans]

- To think I was gonna
call in sick today.

- So glad you didn't.

♪

[sighs]

- Nothing more to do for Scola.
Ambulance is on their way.

- Yeah. Well, Nadia Amini
is safe and in our care,

but we are not clocking out
until we find our two shooters.

How are we doing?
- Nothing on station cam.

- Yeah, station entrance
is clear, too--they're gone.

- All right,
well, keep scouring.

Back-time your videos.

Where did we lose them?
Which direction did they go?

- Agent Castille, a word.

- Uh, now is not a good time.

- We need to talk.
Peter Bradford, CIA.

Eight months.

Eight months we were sitting
on that bookstore.

We just lost the thread

on six high-value
Iranian targets operating here.

- Officer Bradford,
you were up on surveillance

outside of your jurisdiction.

You watched Bijan Tadjvar
arm two men

to do violence in New York.

A dozen people were killed
in a truck bomb,

and now one of my own
is in the hospital.

- My op is sanctioned
under the Resources Division.

- Nobody told us.

- You're supposed
to call it in.

- You knew Americans
were being targeted.

Nadia's husband,
their friend Cyrus--

you let them die.

What I can't figure out--
was it dereliction of duty,

or were they just inconvenient
to you in some way?

Who are they, really,
Tariq Amini and Nadia Amini,

if those are even
their real names?

- Who they are
and what they did

lies outside your jurisdiction.

I oversaw activities that they
were party to way back when.

Now, where is she?

- Nadia?

What do you want with her?

- I want to make sure
she is safe.

- Well, I assure you...

she is safe.

[tense music]

♪

- Mom, what is going on?

This is literally insane.

- There's something
I haven't told you.

- Stay away from the windows.

- Let's get you vested up.

- Here.

- Thank you.

♪

- Hey, anything?
- No sign of the shooters.

- Hey, what are
these decorations here?

What time of year is this?

- It's Nowruz,
Iranian New Year.

It would have been
March 20, 2005.

- Right, okay,
w-we need to figure out

why these three
are being targeted, right?

So let's--let's zoom out,
get some paint on the canvas,

some context.

What else was going on
at the time?

What are we missing?

- Okay, yeah,
two days later in Tehran,

there was a general
from the secret police

that was killed--
a General Moridi.

- What, what,
like, assassinated?

- Looks that way. Pipe bomb.

- You think Tariq, Cyrus,
and Nadia took out

a general in the secret police?

- Well, I-I think if the CIA
is interested in Nadia Amini,

this could be the reason why, right?

Iran had just elected
new leaders, hard-liners,

so progressive students
like Nadia Amini,

they'd be put under
a microscope, they're angry.

- Making them ideal recruits
for CIA operations.

- Like a bombing
the CIA's trying

to distance themselves from.

- So the CIA
puts them up to it.

- And then smuggles them out,
sets them up here,

fake names, backstopped
identities, the works.

- Wouldn't be the first time
we used people like that.

Used them and then forgot them.

- The CIA, they--
they came to us in May 2005.

They wanted General Moridi
eliminated.

They supplied us with a bomb
and blueprints

to a bathhouse
that Moridi visited.

It was a mission in exchange
for our new identities

and passage to the States.

- So they got you out of Iran?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, only to be dropped
by the agents we helped...

left to figure out
our lives on our own.

- So Dad killed someone?

- We had to stop Moridi
from erasing us.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait,
but--but--but--so now what?

We're supposed to--to--to hide,

to run because of something
that Dad did before I was born?

- We thought
we would be free here.

Okay, why do you think your
father had such strict rules?

Rules--rules that you broke.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- Wait.

The picture that I posted
of Dad, do you think--

- Sarah, this is not on you.

This has nothing
to do with you.

- Yes--yes, it is.
My dad, he--

- No, you didn't know.

How could you?

- You can judge me
all you like, Agent Bell,

but I did
what I believed was right!

- Perimeter check.

♪

What happened
to "go easy on the wife"?

- How selfish do you have to be

to bring a child
into that life?

- Nadia was young, Maggie.

What, you expect her just
to give up on her dreams?

- I don't know.
No, but--

- You want to be mad
at somebody,

how about the case officers
that left her out in the cold

after the sacrifices
they made for our country?

- Her daughter's entire life
is a lie.

- Yeah, to keep her safe.

- Nadia lied to us.

And she could have
saved lives today

if she told us the truth
up front.

- CIA, FBI--
we're all the same to them,

and we've already
let her down once.

- Hey, Scola's
still in surgery.

I'll update you
when I find out more.

- Okay, yeah, please do.

Our two IRGC assassins
are still in the wind,

but Manhattan is an island.

Their options
are limited, right?

How we doing?
- Yeah.

Uh, I scrubbed CCTV footage
around the station--no hits.

Looks like they ditched
their motorcycle.

- Meaning they're on foot.
That's great.

- Maybe not.

NYPD just got a report of
a stolen van two blocks away.

- That could be our guys.
Details?

- Ford 350 cargo van--
silver, plate number 04J5R2.

- GPS active?
- Already on it.

[tense music]

- Address is 58th and 9th.

♪

- Been a minute
since I've done this.

- It's like riding a bike.

- Squad in position.

- Green light.

♪

- It's a diversion.

To throw us off their trail.

No, no, no, no.

[phone ringing]
- Jubal, what's up?

- OA, listen to me.
The stolen car was a diversion.

[garbled speech over phone]
- What'd he say?

- I don't know.
I could barely hear him. Jubal?

- You need to assume
the IRGC assassins

are inbound to your location.

- How much time do we have?

[garbled speech over phone]

- OA, can you hear me?
- What's he saying?

[garbled speech over phone]
- OA?

- OA, they cut the cameras.

- [garbled] Jubal.
- OA, can you hear me?

[garbled] Jubal.

♪

Cell jammer--
they're scrambling the comms.

We're too late.

- You two, with me.
Maggie, we're about to get hit.

Go, go, go.

♪

[tense music]

♪

[glass shatters, explosion]

- Stay behind me!

Get to the back room, hide!
- Go, go!

♪

Maggie, I'm out!

♪

- OA, my guy's down.

It's over.
[breathing heavily]

♪

- They're safe.

Yes, ma'am. Understood.

That was Isobel.

She wants us to transport
the victim in custody

back to 26 Fed,
along with Nadia and Sarah.

The CIA is involved now,

and they want to debrief Nadia
and all of us.

[suspenseful music]

- That doesn't feel right.
- I know.

But it is what it is.
- No, something is strange.

How fast they found us.

♪

- You think the CIA wanted
them gone that bad?

- Maybe.

What if they send them
back to Iran

and wipe their hands
of them for good?

- We have orders, Maggie.

- Well, we got to
call Isobel back

and get her head around this
because they will be killed.

And you know it.

♪

- Okay.

U.S. Marshalls
are gonna give you

new identities, housing.

You're finally gonna get
the protection

that you were promised.

They're never gonna
find you again.

- I've been told that before.

- Well, not from me,
you haven't.

From now one, wherever you go,

know you have to be
very careful.

Now you know why.
- Okay.

Is there really no other way?
I'm not ready for this.

- Honey, that's what I said
when I left Iran, okay?

But then I made a promise
to myself

that my best days were never
going to be behind me.

You've gotta look forward, okay?

- Take a look at this.

This photo is of your parents
in Iran.

They're not much older
than you are now.

They were incredibly brave
to do what they did.

[soft music]

And you can be too.

- Okay.

- I think you'll be surprised
what you're capable of.

♪

Nadia.

I'm sorry I judged you.

- That's all right.

♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

- He's asleep.

Nina's on her way.

Man, that is one tough chick.
- Yeah.

- Not how you thought you were
gonna spend your last day, huh?

- Honestly, what else
was it gonna be?

- Hey, did you want to get
a drink next week?

- I'll be gone by then.

Maybe tomorrow.

- Okay, yeah, sure, tomorrow.

Georgia, huh?

- Yeah.

Um, it's quiet.

My sister has a little café
down there,

so I think
it'll be good for me.

- Can I ask you what it was
that made you hit eject?

- It wasn't any one thing.
I...

I just wanted closure.

I thought I'd get that
after Hakim was gone, but...

I didn't.

And if I can't take care
of myself, then how can I...

you know?

♪

- Yeah.

Don't be a stranger.

- No. [chuckles]
I know where you live.

[both laugh]

- [sighs]

[tense music]

♪

- Where is she?
Where is Nadia Amini?

- She is in DOJ care now.

- But you don't seem
thrilled by that.

It wasn't your call, was it?

Then who made the call?

- How did those gunmen
find our safe house?

- Just one of those things.
But we will look into it.

- That location
was well off the grid.

Those gunmen were there within
two hours of my team arriving.

- Well, what are
you accusing me of?

You think I tried to have
your agents taken out?

- That's hardly a denial.

The CIA doesn't want the world
to know that they killed

a high-ranking FARAJA officer.

There could be fallout.

So you try to cover it up.

- Give me the name
of the agent

who made the call to hide Nadia
in Witness Protection.

♪

True blue all the way, huh?

I just want you to say it--

that it was your idea
to disobey a direct order

and place Nadia Amini
in Witness Protection.

- Why don't we skip all that?
- It matters.

- The only reason
I'm sitting here

is because you didn't complete
your mission.

- I don't know what that means.

- Nadia Amini was a loose end.
You wanted her gone.

- That's immaterial.
You were told to bring her in.

- I don't report to you.

You used them,
and you tossed them aside.

- Hmm.

- Nadia deserves better.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]