[indistinct chatter]
[piano music playing]
♪ ♪
- Father. - Katya.
- Oh.
I got your message, but I didn't--
- I have a present for you.
- I already have your book.
- Hmm? Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
I was coming from a book signing.
No, I have something much more excited.
Your Visa.
You can stay in New York as long as you like.
- What? - [laughs]
Despite appearances, I still have friends in high places.
- Oh, my God.
I don't know what to say.
- Katya Beniov? - Yes.
- Follow me, please.
♪ ♪
- Hmm? - Thank you so much.
Thank you.
- Go, go.
♪ ♪
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[gunshots] [all grunt]
- Ah! Ah!
[shouting]
Get off me. Help! - Let's go!
- Police--ah!
[yelling]
- Let's go! - Go! Go!
- Come on! - Get in there!
- I got him. - Let's move!
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Look like you're on a date.
- What's that?
Is that that thing where people get together
for dinner and drinks, get to know each other?
- [laughs] - I think I've heard of that.
- Don't forget you chose this life.
- Can I have a do-over? Maybe a time machine?
- No, you're stuck with me.
[dramatic music]
Hey. Agent Bell. This is Agent Zidan.
- Detective Gates.
Left the consulate through what they call
the "diplomat's exit,"
but what we call the back door.
Walked right into an ambush.
Three federal agents on protection detail, headshots.
No sign of the man they were protecting.
- Cameras?
Hey, can you remove the slugs, get 'em to ballistics, please?
- Will do.
♪ ♪
- Well, their weapons are holstered.
- This is Josh Park. He's with DSS.
- Terrible business.
- Their charge was Victor Beniov,
Russian National.
Former chemist at Moscow.
- Word is, he assisted Assad in developing
chemical weapons in Syria.
♪ ♪
He made it about face and is currently an inspector
working for Uncle Sam.
Publicity for his book put a target on his back.
State Department called DSS to play bodyguard.
- Sound like you were opposed.
- Why wouldn't he be?
You saw what Assad did in Damascus.
He gassed his own people.
If he had anything to do with that...
♪ ♪
- Um, that's Beniov's daughter.
You want me to bring her over, or...
- No, we'll take it from here
- Okay. - Thank you.
Ms. Beniov. Thank you.
I'm Agent Bell. This is Agent Zidan.
- I don't understand. Someone took him?
- Yes.
We're sorry.
- But you people were supposed to be protecting him.
- Whoa. There are three good men dead over there
doing a job none of them wanted to.
- Ms. Beniov, we're gonna do everything that we can
to find your father.
Kay, if you can think of anything...
- I told him not to write this book.
[sobbing]
I told him he's better off making amends
outside of the spotlight.
He wasn't dangerous.
He was a hero.
- Making chemical weapons.
- When my father saw his chance to leave Moscow, he took it.
But only when he knew he could get me out.
- That was really brave of him.
- You know, he dedicated his life
atoning for his role in the attacks on Damascus.
And his book--his book was supposed to shine a light
on who was really behind those atrocities.
♪ ♪
- Russia.
They're getting more brazen with their enemies.
Poisonings in the U.K., murdered journalists in Africa.
And Victor Beniov's book must have put him
on the top of their hit list.
- Except they didn't hit him.
- No, they just lured him to the consulate
with the promise of a Visa for his daughter.
- They're saying that he conducted his business
and went out the back door.
- Yeah, that is what they're saying.
Of course, the cameras were 86'd, so we have no proof.
- If we go with abduction,
they could be trying to smuggle him out through Canada.
Get him back to Moscow, open him up,
see what secrets spill out.
- What are you thinking?
- Well, if they didn't kill him to silence him,
maybe they want him for more practical purposes.
Make more chemical weapons.
- Using what leverage?
His daughter's here. His wife's dead.
- Mm, you know, my dad worked at the embassy
in Moscow in the '80s.
I was there from age 12 to age 14.
Believe me, if Russian bullies wanna get you to do something,
they will find a way to make it happen.
- Okay, let's put a chokehold on all exit points.
- Yeah. - I want airports,
train terminals, bus stations,
the Canadian borders all on elevated alert.
- Yeah, let's send agents to private air fields.
And I'll bring the NYPD and State Police up to speed.
Get Beniov's photo in the hands
of every cop from here to Kansas.
Ballistics from the crime scene are in.
Where are Maggie and OA? - On their way.
I can take it. - Yeah, do that.
- Okay. - Keep me posted on details.
- Where are you headed?
- You're not the only one who spent time in Moscow.
- The slugs from the bodies... - Hmm.
- Are 9x39 millimeter SP6 rifle cartridges.
- Armor-piercing? - Mm-hmm.
Subsonic. - And what type of rifle?
- SR-Vikhrs.
Highly specialized assault rifles
with built-in silencers.
- Where are they manufactured?
- A factory outside of Moscow.
Specially designed for the Russian Spetsnaz.
- Good work.
- What's going on with you?
- Nothing.
- Daughter's worried about her father
and you nearly bit her head off?
Come on, show some empathy.
- My job is to find him. I'll do my job.
Don't ask for more. - Hey.
He gassed people, Maggie.
At least 70 people died in Damascus,
in the most horrible way imaginable.
- I get that.
But you and I both know that
we don't get to pick our parents.
So, whatever he did or didn't do,
it's not her fault.
And she's scared.
That's enough.
- You through?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[gentle piano music playing]
♪ ♪
- Maksim. - Dana.
- How's your lovely wife?
- [chuckles] Too fat.
I tell her not to eat, but... [chuckles]
Before you start...
it wasn't us.
- That's a quick denial. I just sat down.
- I tell you now or I tell you later.
It doesn't matter when I tell you.
It is what it is.
Russia did not do this.
- You lured him into your consulate
with promises of a Visa for daughter.
He had an appointment time. You knew exactly where he was.
- Hmm. Which was granted.
And he left just as he entered...
[chuckles] Unharmed.
- The weapons were Spetsnaz.
- And your missiles are in Yemen.
[laughs]
[speaking in Russian]
- You always were so smug.
How do you like it here, living in Manhattan?
- Better than Kiev,
not as nice as Dubrovnik.
[cell phone chimes]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- If Victor Beniov makes it out of this country,
you and a dozen other Russian officials
will be on the next flight after him.
♪ ♪
- Threats don't suit you, Dana.
- I don't make threats.
♪ ♪
- Steven Troy with ATF.
- Russian assault rifles in New York
means one of two illegal arms suppliers sold them.
It's not Golan Posner for reasons
I can't get into right now.
- Why not?
- Because you'd ask questions I don't want to answer.
Which leaves Kurt Shaw.
Low level climber with big fish ambitions.
If there's a void, this guy fills it.
- Well, great. Let's bring him in.
- Can't do that.
I have a man who spent four years
working his way inside with Shaw.
I don't wanna burn him.
- Steven, buddy, this is why you burn him, okay?
We have an abducted chemist.
That's a threat to national security.
- All right, well, what do you need?
- An introduction.
♪ ♪
[gunshots]
- He owns a gun range.
Opens for legit business once a week.
The rest of the time he's selling illegal weapons.
- Got it.
[gunshots]
- One more thing. He doesn't like women.
- Perfect.
[gunshots]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- This is the chick I was telling you about.
- You got a name?
- Yeah, Jane Doe.
- How you two know each other?
- Her brother and me played ball at Oswego.
He reached out, I said I'd help.
- I bet you did.
- [chuckles]
♪ ♪
- What are you looking for?
- Rifles. - Plural?
- That's right.
- For what?
- What the hell do you care?
You selling ARs in Pennsylvania?
♪ ♪
No?
So, just give me your best price,
so I can unload to the rubes in the sticks.
♪ ♪
- How many you want?
- Whatever you got.
♪ ♪
- All right.
♪ ♪
- Those SR-Vikhrs?
♪ ♪
- Show me your hands, Shaw. - Don't move.
Put your hands up. Now.
♪ ♪
[door buzzes] - Hey, Kurt.
How you doing?
So, I don't have a lot of time for a back and forth,
so how about we put all our cards on the table?
- 212-555-0154.
My lawyer, Mitch Wilpon. Call him.
- Got it. I will do that right away.
But since I have you, let me tell you
what you're looking at,
so you can, you know, bring him up to speed
when he gets here.
So...
Alcohol Tobacco Firearms-- the ATF...
they've been running a four year sting on you.
They got you on 14 counts of selling illegal weapons
with an eight to ten year sentence on each charge,
So, that is...
um, well...
you're gonna die in prison.
[dramatic music]
Here is why you're lucky, though, Kurt.
I don't care about the ATF.
They're out for blood.
They want your head on a platter.
I don't give a damn.
I'll knock it down to four counts right now
if you just give me the name of the person
you sold those SR-Vikhrs to.
No catch.
I'm no lawyer, but I'm guessing fighting four counts
is a hell of a lot easier than fighting 14.
And all you have to do is give up your customer.
But it's your choice. [clears throat]
So, let me know.
Oh, and this offer expires in the 30 seconds
it'll take me to refill my coffee cup.
- I don't have his name.
♪ ♪
But I have spy cameras at the gun range.
♪ ♪
- Footage from Shaw's camera gave us a face.
And facial recognition gives us...
Frederick Patton Kernick.
Did a two year stint in Greenhaven
for assault with a deadly weapon when he was 19.
Roughed up a United States Postal worker.
He was released at 21 and then disappeared.
No job record since '09.
- Family?
- Obituary in the "Hudson Register Star"
in 2008 for the mom.
Dad, Mike Kernick,
was convicted of tax evasion, resisting arrest,
and murdering a police officer. - Whoa.
- Yeah, trial ended two weeks ago.
- Well, there's your flashpoint.
Any brothers or sisters?
- Two brothers, Samuel and Davis.
One sister, Elizabeth.
We draw blanks on the brothers for anything past '09.
If mom was the glue holding them together,
that fell apart after she died.
They all checked out.
No addresses, no financials.
Apparently the dad is one of these
sovereign nation types.
Refused to pay his taxes
and when the authorities showed up,
he told them they better get off his land,
or he'd start shooting.
Which apparently he did.
The sister's the anomaly.
She's a social worker in Queens.
- I'm getting a Ruby Ridge, Waco feel here.
- Or Oklahoma City.
- And they kidnapped a weapons chemist
to make whatever nasty statement
they're planning a whole lot nastier.
- How'd they get on to Beniov?
- He had a public book signing
an hour before the consulate visit.
- They could have been on him
since the time he left the bookstore.
- I'll continue checking the security footage
from the store, see what street cams picked up
from the book signing to the consulate.
- All right, we'll talk to the sister.
- Yep.
♪ ♪
- Oh.
You scared me.
- Are you Elizabeth Kernick?
Agent Bell. This is Agent Zidan.
We work with the FBI.
Can we come in for a few minutes?
Talk?
- Uh, I'm sorry, what is this about?
- We just have some questions about your brothers.
- Oh.
Um, I-I-I really would be happy to help,
but I'm--I'm late for work. [clatters, man grunts]
- Who else is in the house, Elizabeth?
- What? - Excuse me.
- What? No one. I--I just...
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [grunting]
[groaning]
[grunts] - Don't move.
He ditched the gun over the fence.
Glad to see you back on the grid, Freddy.
- I do not consent to unauthorized
handling of my body. If you insist on detaining me,
you will be billed for my time. - What?
- I'm not subject to anything beyond constitutional law
and the jurisdiction of the sheriff in my county.
- Get up. - No. No.
- Let's go.
- You know, I've heard about morons like you,
but this is the first time I'm meeting one.
- The United States in an illegitimate
government force.
This is a free country. God is the only authority.
- Okay, pal.
Walk or I'll handle your body all the way back to the car.
- When the United States ratified the 14th amendment--
- Okay, okay, enough. We get it.
Let's go have a talk about the Kernick family.
[door buzzes]
We have you buying guns from Kurt Shaw.
We can ties those guns
to the kidnapping of Victor Beniov.
- Pettifogger shysters for filthy lucre.
- What?
- Pettifogger shysters for filthy lucre.
- Freddy, you're not helping your ca--
- Pettifogger shysters for filthy lucre.
Pettifogger shysters for filthy lucre.
Pettifogger shysters for--
- Freddy!
I just came in here to let you know
that we have your sister.
♪ ♪
- I don't know anything.
I left years ago.
- And yet we knocked on your door
and your brother was in the house.
- He stays with me sometimes.
I can't tell him no. He's family.
- I get it.
Where's Victor Beniov?
- Who?
- We believe that your brothers kidnapped a scientist
who makes chemical weapons.
- Oh, God.
- Here's the thing, you harboring Freddy
or any of them, for that matter,
makes you an accessory.
So, anything that they're planning,
also goes onto you.
- Wait.
No.
I--I couldn't take it anymore.
All the fire and brimstone about the government
and the land and the rights of the people.
Then they took it up a notch after Mom died.
I had--I had to get out of there.
They're dangerous.
- Where's "there?"
- What?
- You just said you had to get out of there.
Where's "there"?
♪ ♪
- You have to understand,
after Mom passed,
a piece of my dad just...cracked.
And my brothers, they worship him.
I--I can't...
♪ ♪
- Elizabeth...
you left because they scared you, right?
I'm telling you, I'm an agent of the FBI,
they scare me.
We are going to find them.
But if you tell us where they are,
I will do everything in my power to make sure
that they walk away unharmed.
♪ ♪
- You promise?
- I promise I will try.
♪ ♪
- 65 acres in Pine Hill, New York.
Paid for with cash.
Deed held in the name of a limited partnership
called "ABC LP." Literally.
Records also indicate two permits
for structures built in the early '80s.
If they've added to them, we don't know.
- City cams proved our theory.
Same white van followed Beniov
all the way from the bookstore to the consulate.
- Based on their profiles
and their almost cult-like hero worship of their father,
these men are willing to die
in a confrontation with federal agents.
They think apocalyptically.
They are well-armed zealots, and we have to conduct
this raid swiftly and with precision.
Do I make myself clear?
all: Yes, ma'am.
[intense music]
[indistinct shouting]
♪ ♪
[knocking at door]
- Thanks. Mike Kernick.
♪ ♪
I guess you know your sentencing hearing
is coming up.
I just talked to the AUSA,
tells me he's asking for the death penalty.
But if you help us find your sons
and negotiate a peaceful surrender,
he'll ask for life instead.
♪ ♪
We know where they are.
And we know they wanna die for you.
Is that really what you want?
♪ ♪
Good talk.
♪ ♪
- Okay, okay. - [laughs]
[indistinct chatter]
- I'm sorry.
- Yeah? - You were right.
I can't let my personal feelings affect
my enthusiasm for doing the job.
I gotta treat each case the same.
It won't happen again.
- Can you just go back to the part
where you said I was right?
And just say that a couple more times.
- Old man didn't say a word.
Apparently he hasn't talked to anyone
since he was arrested, including his public defender.
[clears throat] You guys ready?
- Yeah, let's go.
- All right, be careful.
All right, people, let's go. It's time to strike.
How we looking over here? - Tango, full wrap.
Let's go. - Copy that.
[indistinct chatter]
- Stay sharp. Prepare for contact.
- Continue spacing.
- Keep a line.
Steady.
All right, close in.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- I'm still not seeing any
hostile heat signatures in the woods.
♪ ♪
- Approaching perimeter.
How we looking, Bravo?
- Steady.
♪ ♪
[vehicle approaching]
♪ ♪
- What's this? - Hold your line.
Hold your line.
- Hold, hold. Await command.
♪ ♪
- Stop the van. Stop the van now.
Show me your hands. - Open it up.
- Show me your hands.
Out of the van, now.
- What are you doing here?
- We got a call saying there's gonna be a raid today.
♪ ♪
- Jubal.
They're blown. They're blown.
♪ ♪
- Execute. Execute.
Execute. They know we're here.
♪ ♪
[gunshot] - [groans]
- We got contact, 12:00! - Dan.
[suspenseful music]
- [groans]
♪ ♪
- [exhales] Okay, okay.
- [inhales sharply]
- Okay, it looks like a through and through.
You're gonna be okay.
- J, they're trying to flank us!
They're on the left! - I have one agent wounded.
I need a medic to my position now.
OA, where are you?
- You two with me.
- [groans] - Just keep pressure on it.
- [breathing shakily]
♪ ♪
- Okay, Dan, I need you to move over.
- [strains, groans]
- There you go. Move your legs.
All right, stay there. Stay there. Stay there.
[breathing heavily]
- [groaning]
- Be quiet. Be quiet. Please.
♪ ♪
- [groans] - Okay, okay.
- We're allowed to defend our property!
- [grunts] - Come on. Come on.
- [groans] - Stay down. Stay down.
- Maggie, I'm on your six. [gunfire]
- Come on! [both grunting]
You okay? - Yeah.
Come on, he's been shot. We gotta go.
- Come on, man. Up.
[all grunting]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Are they one comms? - Uh-huh.
- Okay.
- Hey, you guys all right?
- Yeah. - Cool.
- So they knew we were coming somehow.
They tipped off the press. They wanted to put on a show.
- Did a hell of a job, too. - Yeah.
- Any sign of Beniov? - No, nothing.
- Sheriff? - Clay Curlee.
- What can you tell us about the Kernicks?
- Well, I'm familiar.
I grew up with Mike, the father.
Was trouble, got married, made more trouble.
It's in the blood.
He was always railing against the government,
shouting from a bull horn,
bunch of "School curriculum" this and "immigrants" that.
He came after me personally when I arrested his son.
- Freddy? - That's right.
Second or third from the bottom.
I get confused.
After the dad got collared, I figured the lot of 'em
met up and moved out of the county.
Guess they dug in.
- So, who tipped 'em off?
- Be honest with you, I got deputies,
other officials around here been here their whole lives.
I'd love to tell ya it didn't come from one of my own, but...
I just don't know.
- That's the one I hit.
The oldest one, Samuel.
- We have Freddy and Beth in custody.
That leaves him and Davis. That doesn't account
for the three other shooters they had with them.
- Most likely Tuck Bennet and his two boys.
- We need profiles.
- Two "N's", one "T."
- Great. - On it.
- Fixed-wing's overhead now, sir.
- Great, Gary. Can you give me CA
and TIM detection on this screen?
I wanna know what's in there.
- That's hydrogen cyanide concentrated
inside building two.
[dramatic music]
- Hey Dana, we're looking at
an unknown number of armed men in building one
and active chemical agents in building two.
- Benoiv? - Nothing, still negative.
- Where's our crisis negotiator?
- Negotiator, how long?
- 20 minutes out. - Still 20 minutes.
- We should use Maggie.
She broke the sister, collared the brother.
She knows this family is tight. She can use that.
♪ ♪
Give it to her.
- Jubal?
- Yeah.
- Dana, we're gonna have Agent Bell
handle the negotiation.
- Okay, I trust your judgment.
- Yeah.
All right.
We need to know how many, where they are,
and if Beniov is still alive.
- Got it.
♪ ♪
What was that?
- You have a way of cutting through emotion
and getting people to do what you want.
- Oh, so you're saying I'm manipulative.
- Your words. - [chuckles]
[exhales]
♪ ♪
[indistinct whispering]
- Samuel Kernick, my name is Maggie Bell.
I work with the FBI.
We all wanna have a peaceful resolution to this,
So tell us what we can do to make that happen.
- [over megaphone] The Stile of this confederacy
shall be "The United States of America."
Each stated retains its sovereignty,
freedom, and independence,
and every power, jurisdictio, and right which is not...
[quiet moan]
Is not by this confederation expressly delegated
to the United States, in Congress assembled.
♪ ♪
- Samuel, are you wounded?
We can help you.
We literally have four ambulances
that are less than 100 yards from your driveway.
You don't have to die here.
- [over megaphone] The Stile of this confederacy--
- We have your sister and brother in custody.
Freddy and Elizabeth.
Right now they're praying together and hoping
for a peaceful resolution.
- Peaceful?
What would the FBI know about peaceful?
- I want peace.
I know Freddy and Elizabeth want peace.
How about a compromise?
You give us Victor Beniov,
we'll walk away right now.
We'll get off your land. No more arrests.
You can do what you want.
♪ ♪
[quietly] No, no, no, no.
Jubal, there's kids.
- Repeat that.
- There are kids in the house.
- I--I don't know.
They got cousins spread out all over the place.
♪ ♪
- The tree of liberty must be refreshed
with the blood of the patriots.
- Jubal, are you hearing this?
- Let the little children come to me,
so they might be washed in the blood of the lamb.
[children screaming]
- Case agent moving in on the cabin.
Let's move.
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
- [grunting] Hurry.
♪ ♪
- Go. Out the back!
[all groan] - FBI!
FBI! - Get down!
Let me see your hands! - Don't move!
- Where are the kids?
♪ ♪
- Maggie!
- There's no sign of Beniov.
- Four suspects in custody. All clear inside.
- Wait, where's Davis?
- What?
The middle brother.
Building two.
- You two, stay with him.
♪ ♪
- Okay, come on.
Are you guys okay? - Yeah.
♪ ♪
- Clear the rest of the cabin.
- [groans]
[all coughing]
- [coughs, groans]
[coughing] - You're gonna be okay.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- On three. One, two.
- [grunting]
They had--they had pictures of my daughter.
I mean, they had pictures, you understand me?
My daughter. Please. - Okay.
One second. One second. - [coughs]
- Davis Kernick is in the wind.
This is the most recent photo we have, right there.
- Jubal. - Yeah.
- You're gonna wanna hear this.
- Fill me in.
- They had photos of Katya.
They were going got hurt her.
- Okay, what did you do?
- He has a Hydrogen Cyanide device.
I tried to sabotage the gas,
but he was testing it on farm animals.
[coughing] - When did you last see him?
- Over an hour ago.
He said he was going to the city
for Judgment Day.
- Hey. - Yeah?
- Got something.
[suspenseful music]
Kristen, they retrieved this from building one.
It's some sort of printer.
- For printing fake IDs.
♪ ♪
A New York state drivers' license for a Bryan Archer.
- Okay, here we go. We need every meta data point
on every Bryan Archer in New York City.
It's spelled B-R-Y-A-N A-R-C-H-E-R.
Let's go. You two, get to the city.
We'll be in touch. - Okay.
- Maggie. - Yeah.
- We just got a credit card hit on a Bryan Archer
spelled the same way.
- Where? - In Foley Square.
- Go, go, go. We'll send it to you.
♪ ♪
- 26 Fed.
IRS, City Hall, EPA, NYPD Headquarters.
- He's gotta be going for one of those buildings.
[phone buzzing]
Kristen, there's no sign of him.
- We have a Bryan Archer listed as a bailiff
at the Thurgood Marshall Federal Courthouse.
♪ ♪
- Hey--hey, he said something about Judgment Day?
- Yeah.
- I think he's headed for the courthouse
where his father was just convicted.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Everything out of your pockets, please.
- Don't let anybody else in.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[people screaming]
- Hey! - Oh, please.
[all scream] - Security!
[overlapping chatter]
- Don't. Just... [crying]
[all exclaim] - [quietly] Go, go.
- Stay back.
[all scream] - Go. Get out.
- Davis.
��� ♪
Don't do this.
[all gasp] - You release that gas,
you kill yourself, too.
- This court is an illegitimate fraud
foisted on the citizens of this land.
And this judge...
This judge thinks his words have legitimacy?
No. No.
An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth.
- Davis. Davis, listen to me.
You wanna make a statement?
You want the whole world to know
you're a sovereign citizen?
Fine.
I get that.
But don't take your father with you.
- What?
- Your father is in the building.
♪ ♪
- You're lying. - I'm not.
His sentencing was moved up to today.
He's being held right above you.
- His sentencing is tomorrow.
- No, Davis.
It was moved to today.
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- I don't care. - You do, Davis.
You do care.
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I can see it.
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- He's the reason you're doing this.
Because you respect and love and admire him.
You press that button,
you're doing the court's work for them.
You're gonna execute your father.
That's all that they'll remember.
You're gonna destroy his legacy.
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- [breathing heavily]
Get him away, okay?
Get him away from here. - We will.
We absolutely will...
the second you put that down.
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- Put it down, Davis.
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- It's okay, man.
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[crowd murmuring]
Give me your left hand. Get them out of here.
[soft dramatic music]
Stand up. Stand up.
- Just--just stay here. Thank you.
- Don't move.
- Stay in your seats, please. - Got it.
- It's okay. we've got it under control.
Okay?
- Walk.
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- Oh. - Papa?
- Oh. [speaking in Russian]
[crying]
[both speaking in Russian]
- Shh, shh, shh.
- I'm so thankful... - [coughing]
- I'm starting to worry. - Why's that?
- That lie you told about the father
being in the building.
I almost believed it.
- Aww, I'd never lie to you.
- [scoffs] Uh-huh.
- You look really nice today.
- Oh, keep it up.
- I really like that sweater that you're wearing.
- Get lost.
- That leather jacket's awesome.
Maybe I get one.
We show up, same jackets. - Yeah?
- I'm gonna get one. - I'll quit.
- I'm getting one. - [laughs]
- And the city that never sleeps
is the city that never knew how close it came.
- Well, if we wanted credit for all the work we do,
we would have gone into politics.
- Bah. I like to hear myself talk,
but not that much.
- What's next for you, Jubal?
- Um, well, you know,
I just show up where they tell me, ma'am.
- I know you applied for my position.
- Well, they made the right choice, so...
- Have a good night. - Yeah.
- Maksim.
- Dana.
- May I ask what you're doing here?
- I didn't like the way you spoke to me at lunch.
- We were moving quickly.
We had an imminent threat, so if I...
spoke too forcefully, I apologize.
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- I just want you to know, Dana,
you watch us,
we are watching you, too.
[tense music]
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[car engine turns over]
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[dramatic music]
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