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 tradecraft 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 countersurveillance.
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]
[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.
- [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]