- It's crazy to me how you can focus like that,
even in a time like this.
Honey, are you crying?
- [laughs]
I had the kids write about a big moment in their lives.
It's eighth grade, so I get a lot of essays about
scoring soccer goals and crushing it on "Fortnite."
[chuckling] But...
this boy tells the story of holding his sister's hand
when she died of leukemia.
- [sighs] Oh, boy.
- It's beautiful what he wrote.
You just never know who people are inside.
- Or when it's all gonna end.
Did you ever think about that?
Ditching it all.
- No.
- Let's say we won a lottery. - [laughs]
- What? No jobs, no masters to serve,
where would you want to live?
- We're not winning the lottery, babe.
[laughs] - Oh, come on,
Work with me; dream a little.
- We're both right where we're supposed to be.
- You are hopelessly practical. - Hmm.
That's why you love me.
- Ben.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- You better call 911.
♪ ♪
[phone beeping]
- If you're calling to see if I got coffee,
the answer, sadly, is no. Line was out the door.
- Actually, the question is, how far away are you?
We just got put on special assignment.
- What is it? - Uh, no idea.
Isobel gonna brief us in ten.
- All right, I'll be right there.
[car slams]
Are you kidding me? Hey!
Really?
- Look, I--I saw the light turn green.
I'm sorry, this is-- this is utterly my fault.
- You're utterly correct. - Ahh.
- Okay, do you have your insurance?
- Yeah, of course, but--
look, I'd rather pay to fix your damage
than have to file an insurance claim, if that's--
- Either way, I--I have to fill out
an accident investigation report.
- What is that, a police thing? - It's an FBI thing.
- I hit an FBI agent. - Mm-hmm.
- [chuckling] Oh, my God.
- I mean, destruction of government property...
I'm gonna have to arrest you.
- What?
Really?
- No.
But I do need your information. - [laughs]
Please, I--I gotta go.
- Okay, yeah.
Here's my card.
- Thank you.
Sorry I'm late. - No problem.
We're just getting started.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Frank Webber of Queens
was killed last night in a car crash.
He died at the scene.
Local police ruled it an accident,
but I got a call from headquarters in D.C.
They want a second opinion.
Preliminary details on Frank Webber
and copies of the police report are in your folders.
- Okay, not to be Captain Obvious,
but car crashes aren't usually our thing.
- Well, this one is. It's top priority.
- Is Webber connected to the Bureau?
- Not as far as I'm aware.
- Then why is D.C. pushing this so hard?
- They're not telling me anything.
Look, just do your due diligence;
make sure Mr. Webber's accident really was an accident.
- Well...
this is weird.
[somber music]
- The police think an animal ran out--
that Frank swerved to miss it.
I...
I keep expecting to hear his car pull up.
How can he just be gone?
- I understand.
I lost my husband in a similar way.
♪ ♪
Can we ask you a few more questions?
- Mmm.
- What does Frank do for work?
Did he work for the government in any way?
- The government?
No. He was a photographer.
Headshots, weddings, and print work.
He started out shooting wildlife.
Camping out in the woods for weeks on end.
♪ ♪
- Um, Mrs. Webber.
Did your husband have any enemies?
Someone that might wanna hurt him?
- Uh, no-- nothing like that.
- What about depression or a recent change in behavior?
- Frank did not kill himself.
Why are you asking these questions?
Why is the FBI even involved in this?
- This is just a routine inquiry.
Do you know where Frank was going last night?
- To a photo gig, I think.
When he left, he took his camera bag.
Uh...
I really don't think I can talk about this anymore.
- That's okay.
Thank you.
And if anything comes up, don't hesitate to contact me.
- Okay.
- You okay? - I'm good.
She's the one going through hell.
So far, this looks like a straight up accident.
- Yeah, but she said Webber had a camera bag.
The inventory from the crash scene didn't show one.
- Maybe it wound up at the morgue.
- No mystery as to Mr. Webber's cause of death.
Massive trauma to the head and chest from the crash.
- Anything turn up in his blood?
- No alcohol, no drugs,
but he does have outstanding cholesterol levels.
- And in your view this was a traffic fatality?
Totally routine?
- I see these with dismal regularity.
- The victim arrive with a camera bag?
- No. Just a wallet,
keys, money clip, that sort of thing.
That's odd. - What?
- His envelope's missing. I--I put it here myself.
- You guys got surveillance video in here?
- Why would anyone break in?
[dramatic music]
- How long has this been on?
- Since I started the autopsy.
It's how I document the procedure.
- Maybe we'll find our answer here.
♪ ♪
- We need to talk to this guy. - He doesn't work here.
I've never seen him before in my life.
- All right, maybe not so routine.
- Yo, yo, check it!
Something's a little funky here.
This dude took Webber's effects.
Why? Who is he?
Let's use street cams to track where he went,
uh, let's run him though facial rec,
and let's get some answers, shall we?
♪ ♪
- Nope. No camera bag.
[sighs]
- Airbag deployed. That should've saved his life.
- I mean, if he was going fast enough,
the airbag wouldn't matter.
- There's blood spatter on the dash and the windshield.
- Right, from the impact of Webber
slamming into the wheel.
- No, there shouldn't be any impact spatter.
Airbag would've blocked it.
- Unless the airbag malfunctioned.
- Or maybe the car was tampered with.
- [sighs]
- [inhales] Jubal. - Yeah? Whatcha got?
- It was definitely tampered with.
- Really? What's the black box show?
- Uh, it's actually called an EDR, or Event Data Recorder.
- Thank you. - Just before impact,
Webber accelerates to 85 miles per hour.
Then he veers hard to the left and hits the tree
300 milliseconds later.
- All right, so maybe he was playing "Speed Racer"
and swerved to avoid something.
- Except when he hit the tree, weird things happened.
Or didn't happen.
- Please elaborate. - So, the car's seatbelt,
pre-tensioners, and airbags didn't deploy
until five seconds after the collision.
- But that's like, uh, impossible, isn't it?
- Not if the car was hacked.
- Hacked? How?
- Via the car's internet connection.
It looks like the culprits,
they got into the entertainment system.
Then they rewrote some code to gain access to the vehicle's
other functions.
So, they were able to delay the airbags, disable the brakes--
- So the acceleration, the hard left--
- Yeah, none of that was Webber.
It was all remotely controlled. - Wow.
- By who? - I can't tell, but...
they were using a satellite internet service provider.
- Satellite?
All right, people, listen up.
The death of Frank Webber is now officially a murder,
and a highly sophisticated one at that,
made to look like an accident.
And I, for one, would like to know
who would go to these extremes to kill a photographer,
so let's dig deep into Frank Webber's life; go to it.
Now, he is our prime suspect,
so where'd he go after the morgue?
- We weren't able to track him.
He seemed to know where the street cams were
and how to avoid them.
- Well, if he took Webber's effects,
he probably took the camera bag too, right?
- So, we reached out to emergency personnel
who worked the crash.
Nobody remembers a bag.
- Maybe it was taken from the scene before they got there.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Who called 911?
- Of course. Come on in.
- The whole thing is just so sad.
So awful. - Who was he?
- Frank Webber. Do you guys remember
any of the cars that stopped at the scene?
How many? - Two or three?
Three, I think. - Yeah.
But we left when
the ambulance showed up, so there may have been more.
- Did you see anybody approach the car?
- Well--yes, I mean to see what had happened.
See how he was doing.
- Did you maybe see anybody reach into the car?
- I--I didn't really notice.
We were trying to give him first aid until
the EMT showed up.
- Okay. Was this man at the scene?
- I don't think so,
but there was a lot going on.
- I'm sorry. I just don't remember.
- Of all the cars that stopped...
do you remember any make or model?
- Yeah, I'm pretty sure one was a...
was a gold Chevy?
- Okay, we gotta ID that Chevy and those other cars--
someone out there that took that bag or saw who did.
- So the hacked car, missing bag,
and Webber's stuff stolen from the morgue.
What do you think this is all about?
- I have no idea, but I'm pretty sure that's what whoever
behind this is going for. [engine revs]
- Oh, hey.
That guy's been sitting in that blue sedan since we got here.
[tense music]
- What's going on? - Sir, get inside your house.
- FBI! Take your hands off the wheel.
[tires screech]
- Slowly...
put your hands where I can see them.
- It's not what you think.
♪ ♪
I'm with the agency.
♪ ♪
- Understood, sir. Thank you.
Well it turns out Mr. Collins is indeed with the CIA,
and it is the CIA who is interested in Webber.
- All right, well, that surely leaves a lot
of unanswered questions.
- Yeah, like, why did you steal his effects?
- What were you doing at the Blakes?
- Frank Webber was in possession of...
vital information.
- In the bag that you were after.
- I thought the Blakes might've seen whoever grabbed it
from his car.
- You are aware that the CIA
is forbidden to operate on U.S. soil?
- I'd rather beg forgiveness then ask permission
when stakes are this high.
- What exactly are we talking about here?
[tense music]
Sir, it was your people that wanted this looked into.
You cannot keep us in the dark if you want us to help you.
♪ ♪
- We picked up chatter on a Russian operation
called Codename Ferdinand.
- Codename Ferdinand? What is that?
- The Russians engage in cyberattacks,
disinformation efforts, but we think Ferdinand
is far more serious.
- Okay, so what other intel do you have on this operation?
- Almost none.
But we got word that a Russian diplomat,
Sergei Belevich, was meeting
with one of their top agents yesterday in Manhattan.
An agent we believe is carrying out this operation.
- What does any of this have to do with Frank Webber?
- Webber was an agency freelancer.
I hired him to tail this diplomat
and photograph the meeting with the Russian agent.
Webber was supposed to bring me photos, but--
they made him-- and killed him.
Probably from a laptop in Moscow.
- You're saying they hacked his car
from halfway around the globe?
- Welcome to the wonder of our connected world.
Russia is trying to protect this agent's anonymity.
At all costs. We need to identify him.
- We identify the agent; we disrupt the operation.
- And we find who killed Webber.
- Yeah. That too.
Let's... work together on this.
- I'll take the lead, and-- - We will take the lead.
You may observe and advise. Nothing more.
♪ ♪
- We're joined today by Mr. Collins, who despite
starring in that video is actually our CIA rep.
So, let's make him feel at home, yeah?
So...
we now believe our car crash victim, Frank Webber,
surveilled a Russian diplomat and an unknown agent
maybe connected to his death.
So let's retrace Webber's movements
and try to ID that person. I remind you,
we still don't know who made off with Webber's bag.
We did a cell tower dump? Let's see what numbers pinged
off the towers near the crash scene.
Yeah? - Uh, Kristen and I
can handle that. - All right, let me know
if something pops.
- Hey, Jubal? - Yeah?
- Look, now that this is a murder, I want to re-interview
Webber's wife. - Not a good plan.
- Why? Maybe she can shed some light on this.
- She can't. She has no idea Webber
even worked for us, and for now it stays that way.
- Right, um...
yeah. - Yeah.
- Can I talk to you for a second?
- He's a real charmer. - Guys like that were
all over Iraq.
You never quite know where they stand.
- So, uh...
I'm not loving your take on "observe and advise."
- This is classified intelligence.
In fact, we need to limit who gets read into the details
of this-- - Collins.
If that is even your name,
everybody here has top secret clearance.
You may not trust them, but I do.
This is my house.
[phone buzzes]
- 'Scuse me.
Hello? - Hey, it's Jeremy.
Jeremy Parks. The idiot who rear-ended you.
- Right, uh-- hey, listen, I--
I haven't submitted the accident paperwork yet.
- That's actually not why I'm calling.
Look, you handled this with such humor and grace,
I just wanted to show my gratitude
and maybe redeem myself by buying you lunch?
- Lunch? - I'm a humble
college professor who literally ran into a smart,
funny, attractive, FBI agent.
I just wanna be open to the possibilities.
- Uh--me too. So, okay.
Let's do it. - Really?
Oh, that's fantastic. - Yeah, okay.
[laughs] I gotta go.
- We got a hit on Webber's credit card--
got a cab right around the time
he was on that surveillance run.
- Yes, I remember this man.
We followed a car.
Said a friend of his was inside.
- What can you tell us about the car?
- A limo, diplomatic plates. - Where'd you follow it to?
- Fifth Avenue. Then your man got out.
- Okay. Did you see where he went?
- He walked away. Went to Central Park.
- Thank you for your time.
- Diplomatic plates?
Webber was following that Russian diplomat.
- Into Central Park.
Maybe he was meeting with that agent.
- It's a good venue-- hide in plain sight,
no video cameras.
- Plenty of other cameras.
- Jubal, I got something. - You again?
My Russian diplomat? What about him?
- We think he met the agent at Central Park, right?
- Yeah. - Not a lot of video cameras,
but the park gets 100,000 visitors a day,
so Maggie had me comb through social media for photos taken
at the park yesterday.
I ran them through
facial recognition searching for our Russian.
- Wow, look at that.
That is not him at all.
- Look in the background.
[computer beeping]
- Our agent is a woman.
- Email me that photo, ASAP. - Oh--hold up.
You recognize her? - I don't.
But my people might. - You'll let me know, right?
- Yeah.
- This whole thing feels like a spy novel.
You ever worked a case like this, before?
- I don't think these come around too often.
There's the Blakes' 911 call.
[clicks tongue]
No red flags so far.
- Here's one: a burner phone.
Signal puts it within 300 meters of the crash.
- All right, you wanna check the towers nearby,
see if you can figure out
which way that phone traveled after the crash?
- Yeah, hold on. [keys clicking]
[computer beeping]
- Hey, Jubal, I ran the image. No hits on facial rec.
- Is that--yeah, I think that's a scar
on the palm of her hand.
[computer beeping]
Run it through the scar and tattoo database.
- We ran the cell towers. Someone at the crash scene
had a burner phone. - Uh, we think this someone
is the person that took the bag?
- It looks like it. The signal shows her phone
was stationary for 12 minutes after the crash.
- It was inside a parked car. - Mm-hmm.
Get the number? - Mm-hmm.
- It's been off-line since the accident.
- Locate the cell tower closest
to where these two were in Central Park.
- Okay. Got it.
- Let's see if this number pings off that tower
around the same time the shot was taken.
- Yup, the burner at the crash scene
was also at Central Park, yesterday.
- Okay, so it's her phone. She was at the crash.
She took the bag, which means...
the Blakes might have seen her.
[dramatic music]
- I don't understand. The man you arrested
in front of our house?
- It was a case of mistaken identity.
Do you recognize this woman? Was she at the scene?
- [sighs] I'm not sure. I don't think so.
- Uh, is your husband home? We'd like to show him too.
- He's at the gym, sorry. - That's okay, um,
but you don't remember any car besides this gold Chevy?
- To be honest I can barely tell one car from another.
But Ben will be home in a few hours.
Maybe he can help.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
OA! - [grunts]
- Lisa, stop!
[gunshots] [glass shattering]
[suspenseful music]
She's running.
[gunshots]
- Go! [engine revs]
- [panting]
Hey, Lisa Blake is the agent. She and her husband are armed
and fleeing the scene in a silver Toyota.
- All right, here's where we stand--
Lisa Blake is a Russian agent; so is her husband, Ben.
Sleepers who have probably been here for years.
They took the bag, and now they are in the wind.
We need to issue a nation-wide BOLO with a focus on routes
out of the city and state. Where are we with their phones?
- Both off-line; we tried to activate them remotely,
but nothing. - Uh-huh, what about
the getaway car? - There's no way to track it.
No LoJack, no rolling Wifi.
- We need to check their phone and email history
for anyone they might contact.
Talk to their work colleagues.
She teaches school. What does he do?
- Engineer at an aerospace firm.
[suspenseful music]
- He's been passing tech secrets to the Russians.
Damn it. - [sighs]
- Got the Blakes' internet history?
- Work related, social media, the usual stuff,
though Ben loves his travel porn.
He searched a lot of resorts,
vacation getaways...
- All right, run it down.
See if it points to where they're headed.
- May I just add something? - Go ahead.
- These are the most dangerous fugitives imaginable.
They're ruthless, well-trained,
and will not make the typical mistakes.
They also have significant intelligence value.
So not only must we find them...
we need to take the Blakes alive.
[foreboding music]
♪ ♪
- So normal. I didn't see it coming.
- Neither did I. No one did.
- Huh, pregnancy test.
I'm gonna do a background check into Jeremy Parks.
You know, the guy that hit me this morning?
- Okay, now you're just being paranoid.
- Yeah, after not being paranoid enough.
Wait, didn't you look into Mona?
- I did. That's my point.
She was clean. I'm sure he is too.
I don't think we're gonna find anything, Maggie.
These people were undercover for years,
and I just don't think they're gonna leave clues behind.
- Yeah, well, they still went off in a hurry, you know.
Maybe they overlooked something.
- Well, Ben definitely had a restless mind.
We got books on art, history, genetics,
agricultural techniques in southern France.
I got something.
Shredded paper. Motor's still warm.
- Yeah, I think I got something too.
Missing key. 1829.
- Okay. - 1829.
Is it a reference to the year?
A safe deposit box? An address?
Do the Blakes have any other properties?
Let's find out what this number means, please.
- We got a hit on the BOLO.
NYPD just spotted the Blakes' car.
[indistinct chatter]
- Scola, FBI. What's the situation?
- Lieutenant Briggs, your fugitive won't respond
to our commands. Won't exit the vehicle.
♪ ♪
- Mind?
♪ ♪
[amplified] This is Agent Scola with the FBI.
You're surrounded by heavily armed officers, and we're all
pretty keyed up.
Just slowly open the door
and step out of the vehicle with your hands in plain view.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[police radio chatter]
- Tess. What have you got for me?
- A receipt.
Looks like Ben Blake bought a firearm at a gun show.
- Right, to avoid background checks.
What kind of gun? - We're still working on that.
Something expensive. Four grand.
[phone buzzes] - Yeah, thanks. Hey.
- We got the driver, but he's just some knucklehead.
An ex-con that the Blakes hired to drive their car
to a parking lot. - From where?
All right, breaking news, people.
Lisa and Ben Blake were last seen
near LaGuardia Airport. Now, if they caught a flight,
they're likely travelling under false passports.
- Forget that. It's a waste of time.
- Uh, excuse me, why do you say that?
- They didn't catch a flight. - They went to the airport,
and they tried to hide that fact by paying someone
to park their car in Staten Island.
- They knew we'd find that out.
We're on the same side here,
but the Blakes are two steps ahead.
They want us to think they're fleeing.
- Okay, so if they're not fleeing,
maybe they're executing that op you guys are so worried about.
- I think they are.
- We got a credit card charge from 2015 for a storage unit.
- Where is it? - Queens.
They paid a ten-year rental in advance.
Unit 47. - The missing key.
It's to that storage unit. 1829.
18 plus 29 equals 47.
- What do you think the tape means?
- Could mean anything or nothing.
- Oh...
that's disappointing. - You smell that?
- Yeah, gun oil.
- I'll get ERT down here. See if they can figure out
what else was in there. [phone buzzing]
- Maggie Bell.
- It's Ann Webber, Frank's wife.
- Uh, is everything all right?
- I'm standing here by the tree.
- What tree, Ann?
- There's still glass everywhere.
Little pieces of his car... - Okay, I'm gonna send someone
from Victim Assistance to be with you, okay?
Just stay where you are. - I feel like I'm drowning...
- Ann, I gotta call you back.
OA.
[tense music]
- You go right, I go left? - All right.
♪ ♪
[both groaning] [metal clashing]
- Maggie!
Maggie!
- [grunting]
[clangs]
- [panting]
- [exhales] Not today, bitch.
- Look, ASAC Valentine--
- [laughs] Okay, nobody calls me that.
Jubal, please. - Jubal, then.
You have to let me question Lisa Blake.
- If it were up to me, that'd be fine,
but Isobel made the call.
Look, Unit 47 was empty.
Why would Lisa show up to an empty storage unit?
- She and Ben split up to double the chances
of completing the mission. - Mm-hmm.
- He left that piece of tape on the door to signal Lisa
that he'd collected whatever was in there.
- A gun was in there, and now we know what kind.
They reconstructed that receipt.
Ben bought a used Sako TRG 42.
A high-end sniper rifle. All right, folks, listen up!
It now appears Ben Blakes' objective
is to commit an assassination.
Let's get the names of the people
on the Kremlin's hit list
and check those names against local residents
and visiting dignitaries.
- Her husband is out there. About to kill someone.
A high value target.
- We're turning over every rock.
- I worry about who that target is
and what dominos may fall.
Our best shot at preventing this
is getting the truth out of Lisa Blake.
- Okay, why isn't Collins taking that shot?
- He's a spy. She'll already know his moves.
I want you to talk to her.
- Me? - You caught her.
At some level she respects you.
You have a relationship. - I don't know that
beating the hell out of each other is a relationship.
- I think you can reach her.
But if you think I'm wrong,
don't go in that room.
- Hey.
I heard that you're doing the interview.
- Yeah, wish me luck. I'm gonna need it.
- Uh, listen... they looked into your guy,
Jeremy Parks.
Turns out that he teaches at Columbia.
Russian studies.
- Russian studies? - I know,
and he's spent two years in Moscow.
- Doing what? - Post-graduate work,
supposedly.
- Okay, Isobel would've told D.C. which agents
she was putting on this case.
- You don't think the Russians intercepted that call?
- I think it's easier than hacking a car.
Which would mean that my accident
wasn't an accident either.
Bring him in. See what he has to say.
- Yeah, I'll put a team on it.
[door buzzes]
- Thought you might be thirsty.
- That is just so thoughtful.
- Are you hungry? I can get you some food.
- You can skip the pleasantries
and the lecture-- - Hey Boss, do you mind?
Moral support.
- The more the merrier.
- Look, Lisa, whatever your beliefs,
whatever lies you've had to live, I know one thing is true.
I saw your home. Your pictures.
You really love Ben.
The thing is, he's gonna die unless you tell us where he is.
I imagine...
That it would hurt you to lose him
as badly as it hurt me to lose my husband.
Don't do that to yourself.
Don't let that happen.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- Nice try.
- How is Ben getting around?
Foot?
Taxi?
Train?
♪ ♪
Train.
- Port Authority says a man matching Ben Blakes'
description bought a train ticket, Manhattan to Newark.
- When does it arrive in Newark?
- 15 minutes ago. - Call Newark FBI.
See if they can track where Blake went from there.
[dramatic music]
- Okay, Lisa, you don't wanna talk about that.
Let's move on to another topic.
It's a DNA test with the swab we took.
You're not in the system. - I could've told you that.
Saved you the trouble.
- Well, saliva tests for other things as well:
opioids, meth...
which you tested negative for.
But you were positive for the hormone hCG.
You're pregnant, Lisa.
♪ ♪
How long have you been trying?
It's finally happened.
Personally, I've always wanted to be a mom.
♪ ♪
You still have a choice right now.
You can have a future with your child if you do not let this go
any further.
If you tell me the truth.
Look at me.
Who's the target?
♪ ♪
- Ivan Ruskov.
[door buzzes]
- It fits.
Ruskov is an ex-oligarch and a major critic of the Kremlin.
- And he lives in New Jersey? - Stone Harbor.
- Agent Bell. Nice work.
- Killed it in there, Maggie. - Yeah, I don't know...
- What's wrong?
- [crying]
- She's acting. That whole thing was an act.
- Hey, great work. Newark's FBI team's headed
for Ivan Ruskov right now. - No, no, no--I don't think
that he's the target. - What? Why not?
- Because it was just too easy. I think she played me.
- Where are we with the shredded paper?
- Got half the room working on it, including Kristin.
How we doing, Kris? - Virtual document recovery.
They scan the pieces; I try and put them together.
It's like the jigsaw puzzle from hell.
- What-- is that a block of times?
- Ah--uh, I think it's a log of some sort.
I mean, look at these times under Tuesday:
9:46 a.m., 9:55 a.m., 10:52 a.m.
Does that say "Sheppard" at 9:55 a.m.?
- Mm-hmm, I think these go under "Sheppard."
There's also a "Bowers," and "Amir" shows up
like four times.
- "Sheppard Hall." Is that a person?
- That's the Humanities Building at Polson College.
Go Muskrats.
- Is there a Bowers building? - Yeah, Bowers Hall.
Science.
There's no building called Amir.
- I think this is a surveillance log.
Ben was tailing someone from Polson,
tracking where they were going.
- Maybe a student. 9:55 a.m. to 10:57 a.m.
That's about the length of a class.
- How many Amirs are there at Polson college?
- Is that a first or last name? - Uh, could be either.
- Okay, I see 14 Amirs, but none of them
have a 10:00 a.m. class at Sheppard Hall.
But there's an "Amiri," who does.
Farhad Amiri.
- Tell me about Farhad Amiri, people.
- He's here on a student visa.
- State Department lists him
as the son of the Iranian defense minister.
- Yeah, think about it. Russia is all about
trying to destabilize U.S. democracy.
What is more destabilizing than killing the son
of an Iranian minister on U.S. soil?
[tense music]
- Codename Ferdinand.
The assassination of Archduke Ferdinand--
it's what triggered World War I.
I mean, look at the tensions
between the U.S. and Iran.
Amiri getting murdered-- it could escalate tensions
past the point of no return.
- The train ticket was a head fake.
The Blakes are going after Farhad Amiri.
- Okay, we'll head to the college now.
[tense music]
- Amiri's still not answering his phone.
- Looks like he shut it off. Or someone else did.
- What about his dorm? - OA and Maggie says
he's not there-- roommate hasn't seen him.
- Looks like he has a girlfriend at Polson.
Tagged as Megan Murphy. - Yup, got her.
[line trilling]
- Hello? - Megan, it's Agent Chazal
with the FBI. We're looking for Farhad Amiri.
We think he might be in danger. - What?
What kind of danger? - Megan, right now we just
need to know where he is. - He's at the track.
He runs there every afternoon. - Wide open spaces,
clear sight lines. That's where it's going down.
Let's get a support team en route
to back up Maggie and OA.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- There he is. - Okay, go get him.
I'm gonna try to find Ben.
- Farhad!
OA, there's a window opening.
I think he's in the press box.
- Farhad, Farhad! You need to get off the field.
- What? - We're the FBI.
We need you to get off the field right now--
- No man, get off me. [loud gunshot]
- Get down! [people screaming]
[gunshot]
We're pinned down, taking fire.
[gunshot]
[tense music]
[footsteps]
[gun reloads] - Step away from the weapon.
It's over.
I'm serious. I'll shoot.
- Yeah, I'm pretty sure they want me alive.
- Get your hands off of the weapon.
Put them in the air.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Slowly back towards me.
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
- [groans, coughs]
- I'd like to think that the work we do here
helps save the world in some modest way,
but every so often, we get to do much more than that.
And thanks to each of you,
we apprehended two foreign agents
and helped avert a true catastrophe.
And for that, each one of you owe yourselves
a round of applause.
- Yeah, good work, everybody.
- I wouldn't have gotten us here.
- Nah, you came through when we needed you.
It's a team sport.
You can observe and advise any time.
- In my business agenda always trumps loyalty.
We're allies today.
Tomorrow we won't be.
- What do you mean, the Blakes won't be charged?
- They're accessories to Webber's murder.
Ben literally tried to blow that kid's head off.
- Not to mention, they're Russian spies.
- Look, this is coming from on high.
A trial would reveal too much about the CIA's sources
and methods.
Plus, the Blakes are bargaining chips now.
They can be traded
for U.S. assets being held in Russia.
- What about Ann Webber?
- Her husband died in a car wreck, and...
the CIA wants to keep it that way.
- Even though Frank Webber died protecting his country.
- She should know who her husband really was.
- [sighs] - Okay, that's her closure.
You know, she'll be lost without it.
Believe me. I've been there.
- Look, I don't like this any more than you guys do, but--
my hands are tied.
[elevator dings]
- Hey. Can I ask you something?
Am I really pregnant?
- I made that up.
[somber music]
- I thought so.
That was good.
♪ ♪
- One last thing.
The interview you requested on Jeremy Parks.
The agent's preliminary findings.
- Hey, uh, Jeremy.
- I just spent three hours in there convincing them
I wasn't part of some Russian plot.
- I--I know. I'm really sorry about that.
I've been working on this case, and it--
it just made me see things that weren't there.
- You could've given me the benefit of the doubt.
You didn't.
- Well, let me make it up to you.
Can I do that? Can I take you to dinner?
[somber music]
- Look, I like you. Just instinctively, you know?
♪ ♪
And that doesn't happen every day.
That's why I called.
- No, it doesn't happen for me either.
It's why I said yes.
- But there's just too many flashing red lights.
And I'm trying to...
pay attention to that these days.
♪ ♪
- Okay.
I understand.
- Besides, I'm, uh--sure you've got things to take care of
on this case, so...
- I do.
♪ ♪ case, so...