- ♪ When the stars began falling ♪
♪ Out of the sky
♪ And the seas were rising up ♪
♪ I kept one thing in mind
[both laugh]
♪
- [speaks Russian]
- Of course.
- You are not tired already, are you?
[laughter]
- Don't worry. - [giggles]
♪
- Your mother would be very proud.
[speaks Russian]
- Thank you for being here. - Oh, don't be silly.
My unit never had more important mission, huh?
Now, when do we get to cut into this beauty, huh?
Where's my knife? - Uh, Nikita--
[speaking Russian]
- No, wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I-I need my knife.
I'm sorry.
This particular knife is very special.
Your mother and I used it at our wedding,
and we saved it all these years for you.
[speaking Russian]
Uh, one minute.
- [speaks Russian over radio]
[suspenseful music]
[speaks Russian]
♪
[all scream]
♪
[coughing]
[speaks Russian]
[guests groaning, chattering in Russian]
[somber music]
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
- So who is this guy exactly?
- He's an industrial developer based in Paris.
- And this is where he wanted to meet?
- Look, I already wined and dined him.
He just wants to meet you and talk shop.
That's it.
- Which we could easily do at the office.
You sure this guy's on the up and up?
Because if this is some sort of backroom deal,
I don't want any part of it. - Just relax, okay?
- Who are those guys? - Who?
- Those guys keep looking over at us.
- You're always so paranoid.
Come on. - I'm serious.
Let's double back.
- Okay, sure.
- You gotta be kidding me.
[tense music]
Let's go.
- Hey!
[muffled gunfire]
- No, no! Please! No!
I beg you! [Taser crackling]
[painful grunting]
♪
- [speaks Russian] [car door slams]
[tires squeal]
♪
- What do we got?
- Rome. David Laporta, 50 years old.
CEO of ANITEC Global,
a top industrial engineering firm
with offices in Qatar, Rome, and NYC.
He and his business partner, Tommaso Costa, Italian citizen,
went out to meet with a client last night,
and neither made it back.
- It's only been a few hours.
How do we know there's foul play?
- Costa's body was found
shot three times at close range.
- Huh, that'll do it.
- ANITEC does a lot of work for oil refineries.
Is that was this is about? Oil? - Could be.
Italian state police is investigating the homicide,
but they've requested our help in locating Mr. Laporta.
- As a victim or a suspect?
- For what it's worth, his record is squeaky clean.
Successful. Respected in his field.
No criminal connections.
- So they execute Costa but take Laporta.
- Maybe they need him for something.
- That's weird. - What?
- The FBI already ran a background check on Laporta
three days before he went missing.
- Who put in the request?
- Looks like...
Jubal Valentine.
He's the ASAC in New York, right?
- Yes, he is. - I'll put in a call to 26 Fed.
- You can do it on the way. Smitty's already on the ground.
Let's go to Rome.
[dramatic music]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Here they are.
- Inspector Granno.
- You come highly recommended
by your Europol liaison, Agent Forrester.
- Well, thank you. Likewise.
- I've heard about your team's exploits.
- Exploits?
- It's only based on Ms. Garretson's insistence
that we are granting the FBI permission
to join this investigation.
- Okay. Any luck finding any witnesses?
- No, this area is usually quite empty after dark.
The two men do appear together briefly on security cameras
but only when they were closer to the Colosseum.
David Laporta's phone has been turned off
or possibly destroyed,
so we haven't been able to track him.
Tommaso Costa was found here.
- His phone and wallet were still on him?
- Yes. Two shots to the chest, one to the head.
- It doesn't seem like a robbery.
More like a professional hit.
- And they knew exactly how to avoid the cameras.
- Does this MO line up
with any recent organized crime activity?
- This isn't the movies.
Not every crime in Italy has a mafia connection.
- What the hell is his problem?
- I'm working on it.
- How about a ransom demand?
- Nothing yet.
We have the phones tapped and a hostage negotiator
standing by with the wife. - All right.
Raines, Kellett, you take his office.
Vo and I will head to his house.
I'd like to speak to Mrs. Laporta myself.
With your permission, of course, Inspector.
Thank you.
- Something terrible happened. I know it.
He would never just disappear.
- I know that this is difficult,
but the best thing that we can do right now
is resist the urge to speculate.
- The Italian detectives think he's dead.
- I don't believe that he is.
Not without evidence, okay?
- [sighs] Okay.
- Can you think of anyone in David's life
who might wish him harm?
- No.
He's a good man, a good husband.
Honest, considerate.
- Any financial problems?
Recent changes in David's behavior
that you may have noticed?
- No, he doesn't gamble.
He doesn't do drugs.
- How about at work?
Any problems there?
- Maybe he's been a little more stressed than usual, but...
he never wants to worry me with the specifics.
He's an engineer at heart, not a businessman.
He never expected to run an international company.
Tommaso was the one with the ambition.
- He and Mr. Costa were close? - Oh, yes.
They've been best friends for forever. [sniffles]
[stammering] Or they were.
God, I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
I'm just gonna ask you one more question.
Did he say anything about who he was meeting last night?
- Only that they were meeting a potential client.
But you should talk to Sabrina, his assistant.
She knows everything that goes on at that office.
- Thank you. That's all we need for now.
The Italian police are gonna stay with you,
but we will be in touch the instant that we know anything.
- Please find my husband.
- Yes, ma'am.
- [sighs]
- Any reply from Jubal Valentine?
- [sighs] Not yet.
New York must have their hands full with something big.
- You know, around the corner,
there's a little place that serves a pistachio gelato
that I still have dreams about.
- We bring back Laporta, my treat.
- Ms. Kellett, Mr. Raines, I'm Sabrina,
Mr. Laporta and Mr. Costa's executive assistant.
I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
The office is right this way.
We sent everyone home to be with their families,
but if you need to talk to anyone,
I'm happy to call them back in.
- That won't be necessary.
We just have a few questions for you, actually.
- Right.
David and Tommaso were here working
until about 7:00 or so last night.
When I heard what happened,
I made sure absolutely nothing was touched,
although I did use David's computer.
- We're hoping you could tell us which potential client
he was meeting with last night.
- [sighs] I wish I knew.
Tommaso arranged that meeting himself.
- Is that unusual? - Yes.
I've made it clear I don't like being left out of the loop,
but, uh, it happens.
- Is there someplace else we could find that client?
Emails? - You can look.
But I see all their work correspondence,
and there's nothing.
- David's wife said he seemed stressed lately.
Can you tell us what that was about?
- David and Tommaso didn't always see eye to eye
about the business.
- Did it ever get heated?
- No. No, nothing like that.
They've done hundreds of projects together
without a problem.
- Sabrina, if there's anything you can tell us...
- Um...
About a year ago,
I overheard a call.
Italian officials contacted David.
Apparently, the Taliban had discussed some sort of plan
to kidnap an American structural engineer
and use him to bring down buildings.
His name had come up, so they wanted to warn him.
David was horrified.
He blamed Tommaso and his big mouth
for getting him mixed up in all that.
- Alessia didn't mention any of this.
- He probably didn't want to worry her.
The criminals were apprehended, maybe, two days later.
The whole thing blew over.
By the end, they were laughing about it.
Tommaso joked that with David's knowledge,
he would've made one hell of a terrorist.
You think that's what this is about?
[foreboding music]
♪
- There's been no ransom demand,
and I don't expect one.
I believe that David Laporta was taken
because he knows how to destroy the things that he builds.
- Over the past 20 years, the company's been involved
with hundreds of gas and oil projects
across Europe, North America, and the Middle East.
Anyone could be a target. - Based on what?
The emails of men who are now in prison?
The Taliban kidnapping never left the planning stage.
It was disrupted.
- But it could've been revived by someone else.
My theory is that Costa inadvertently
told the story to the wrong person,
and somebody liked the idea.
- That would be convenient for you.
- What is that supposed to mean?
- Your assumption this is connected to something bigger
is wishful thinking--
an excuse for the FBI to widen its involvement.
- I'm not trying to impress you.
I am trying to get you to take
a potential terror threat seriously.
- Ah, more American arrogance.
- Okay, please, let's just stay focused.
It's just a theory, but there's no harm
in letting Agent Forrest run it down now, is there?
- Fine. - Great.
We'll start looking into Laporta's recent projects.
- And I can dig into Costa's contacts as well.
- Hey. Sorry to interrupt.
I think I got something.
I went back through the security footage
from around the Colosseum,
looking not only at the night of Laporta's disappearance
but the previous 72 hours,
and I keep seeing the same gentleman.
Each of the three nights, same time.
- He's casing the place. - How do we know
he's not just some merchant who works in the area?
- Could be, but look how careful he is
to avoid the cameras.
Never gives us a good enough image for facial rec.
And on the last day,
he brought these two guys with him.
- All right, great. We finally have a suspect.
- You got more than that.
You got two jetlagged agents from New York.
- Jubal? - Sorry I missed your call.
We were in the air. - Long time no see.
I didn't know they let the old guys out of the JOC.
- Ah, well, what am I gonna do, trust you kids out here
on vacation to get anything done?
Good to see you. - Good to see you.
- Hey, you too.
This is Special Agent Nina Chase.
- Nice to meet you. - Hi.
So what are you two doing in Rome?
- We were working the same case as you are, it seems.
- Right, so back in New York,
we got someone working undercover, Agent Scola.
And he is trying to pin down a foreign buyer
who's looking to acquire industrial-grade explosives.
- And the name David Laporta
popped up on the wires that Scola had planted.
We didn't think anything of it then,
but now that Laporta's gone and disappeared,
we think that it's connected.
- Okay, and you two are here in person,
so you must think this is an imminent threat.
- Could be weeks, could be days,
but yeah, someone wants to hit New York.
- Is this the buyer you've been tracking?
The one looking for explosives?
- Unfortunately, we don't know.
We don't have a description or a name.
We don't know what they're looking to blow up or why.
We just know somebody
wants enough damn C-4 to make a bomb.
- And he's using Laporta to plan the attack.
♪
- This is no longer just a kidnapping case.
We are now looking at the possibility
of an imminent terror attack. - That's right.
And the target is likely one
of the major infrastructure projects
that Laporta's firm designed.
That would mean his abductors need him alive.
- And that gives us a window, but it could close at any time.
So we need to find him fast.
- Based on intel from Agent Scola in the field,
the C-4 is likely to be used in New York City
or somewhere along the eastern seaboard.
So let's, uh, narrow that down, huh?
- Yeah, I've been digging into Laporta's projects,
searching for potential targets in that area,
but there really isn't any--
at least not in the last five years.
- Okay. Well, keep digging into that.
- I can jump in on that too. - Okay, good.
The rest of us will focus on locating Laporta himself.
Now, our best lead is still the man in the video footage.
Jamie, what do you got? - Not a lot.
Nobody in the area
around the Colosseum recognizes him,
so we're pretty sure he's not local.
But without a better image,
we can't run him in the databases.
- You know what, let's send that footage over to 26 Fed.
Maybe my analysts will surprise us.
They have a way of doing that. - Good.
Raines, you were looking into Costa.
Did you find anything on his phone?
- Calls came into his cell
from an unknown number three times
in the two hours leading up to the meeting.
- That could be the potential client
setting the place and time.
- Right. So whose number is it?
- That's the problem.
I requested call records
from the Italian state police several hours ago,
but there's some sort of delay.
- What, are they taking a wine and gelato break?
- Okay. Everybody, let's work together.
Keep communicating, and we find our guy.
We do whatever it takes.
- Hey, Scott. - Yeah?
- Uh, several hours for the phone number,
is that normal over here?
- Um, no.
No, this seems more like a deliberate holdup.
- Can we go around them?
- Not legally. - Who do I talk to?
'Cause I'd very much like to have that conversation.
- We don't talk to anybody.
We let our Europol liaison run interference.
Look, Jubal, I know.
This is not like it is back home.
We are guests in their country.
We work on their terms.
- Okay, but, uh,
doing whatever it takes doesn't usually include waiting around.
- Hey, what's up? - I just wanted to make sure
you got the image of our suspect.
- Yes, I just got it.
Ian and Kelly are running it now.
- Okay, great.
- Is there something else?
- Uh, just wanted to know if you heard any other news.
- Nope. We're just digging in.
Just still trying to figure out what's going on.
- Okay, uh, and you haven't heard from Scola?
I-I texted him a few hours ago, but...
- Well, I haven't heard from him, but that's to be expected.
He's under. You know what that's like.
- Yeah, of course.
- Listen, all we can do is trust that he is okay,
and he will call when he has something.
- I understand. Thank you.
[phone buzzes]
- Hey. - Hey.
Got your text. You're in Rome?
- Yeah. Crazy, right?
- Wow, what's even crazier
is this Laporta guy getting abducted out there.
I mean, what the hell is going on?
- We assume he knows something
about a potential target, but...
- All right. Well, keep me in the loop.
- I will.
Look, we probably shouldn't risk reaching out,
so, uh, be careful.
Okay? - Yeah. No, you too.
You know, you, um--
you got a lot going on right now, so...
- I'm good. I promise.
- Okay. I'll talk to you soon.
- [sighs]
I know. I'm doing what I can.
- How long can one warrant for phone records take?
- Another few hours, apparently.
- They helped us to solve the murder of an American in Milan.
What has changed? - I've been asking around.
But all Europol will say is, and I quote,
"In light of the Americans' recent tactics,
they're lucky to be consulted at all."
- Recent tactics? What the hell does that mean?
- If I knew, I would surely tell you.
- Well, we better figure something out,
because I'm telling you,
Agent Valentine is climbing up the walls.
- Well, keep him away from the inspector.
For some reason, the more I push this guy,
the more he wants to shut us down.
- Well, we don't have time to play nice,
and neither does David Laporta.
Jubal. - Yeah?
- Let's go.
We'll handle this ourselves.
- [sighs]
- This is everything.
I printed every monthly bill for the last five years.
If they made a business call
to that number, it should be in there.
- Okay, this is perfect. Thank you.
- Tommaso meets with a lot of people--
anyone who might lead to new business.
Wouldn't be faster just to ask the phone company?
- Yes. Yes, it would.
- Wait. Okay, here we go.
Costa called the same number three months ago.
- What's the date? - Uh, the 12th, 7:13 p.m.
Can you check if you have a record
for who he met with that day or night?
- According to my calendar, Tommaso was in Minsk.
He was having drinks that night
with someone named Dmitriy Dovhal.
- Dmitriy Dovhal. D-O-V-H-A-L.
- He's a Belarusian national.
Occupation listed as consultant.
- Okay, do you know anything else about this guy?
- Nothing, but I can look in Tommaso's contacts.
- Yes, please.
- Bingo. He's in Rome.
He flew into Fiumicino Airport three days ago.
- Okay, okay.
This has gotta be our guy, right?
He's the client.
He set up a fake meeting with Costa
so that Laporta could be abducted.
- Well, he's not our guy in the Colosseum footage,
but he's definitely our best lead.
- I have an address for Mr. Dovhal here in Rome.
- Okay. [camera shutter snaps]
Thank you.
It's this one, right? Is anybody home?
- Lights on, but no sign of movement.
- Now, watch the back in case he runs.
[suspenseful music]
♪
[tea kettle whistling]
[stove clicks]
♪
- [sighs]
- There goes our lead.
- Two in the chest, one in the head.
♪
Damn it.
- Ballistics matched the previous shooting.
Looks like the kidnappers are doing everything they can
to cover their tracks.
- Dumping the setup guy.
- You got it. Same with Costa.
They get unsuspecting middlemen
to make the arrangements and then kill them off.
- You talk to the neighbors?
- No one saw anyone coming or going,
but Dovhal's been driving a silver SUV.
It's been parked out front for the last couple days,
but now there's no sign of it.
- Maybe the killers left in it.
- How late were we? The killers were just here.
How much do you think we missed 'em by?
- Based on a melted teapot, so it's not exact science,
but I guess less than two hours.
- Okay, so if it weren't for the delay,
we'd have Dovhal alive.
- That's hard to say. - Nope.
No, I'm sorry, but the reality is
this lead is dead over a simple phone search.
- What's going on?
- What's going on is we should have
a cooperating witness right now
instead of another body for the morgue,
and somebody-- somebody needs to own that.
- Jubal, listen to me.
Hey, hey. You need to calm down.
- [laughs] Don't-- - Let me handle this.
There's only so much we can push
until this comes back to bite us.
- That's not good enough, Scott.
If you need to throw some elbows, do it,
'cause I'm not gonna have the same conversation
over David Laporta's body,
or Agent Scola's,
or the next damn ground zero.
Hey, tell me everything
there is to know about this DOA.
- All right. His name is Dmitriy Dovhal.
He's a low-level political operative
and a Belarusian citizen.
He makes frequent trips across Southern Europe,
keeping an apartment in each place,
then reports back to the officials in his country.
- Sounds an awful lot like a spy.
- Yeah.
Well, the intel community should be able to confirm that.
I'll loop in Isobel.
Maybe we know more about this guy than we realize.
[phone ringing]
- Hey, what do you got? - Hey, so listen.
There's a chance the players on this thing are from Belarus.
- All right, well, that's better than nothing.
Start running screens.
See if any of the people we've been circling
have any connection to Belarus.
Listen, the last time I spoke to Scola,
he mentioned something about a meeting
with a big boss three weeks ago.
It didn't mean much, but what if that big boss
flew in from Belarus for the meeting?
- Yeah, that's possible. - All right.
I'll compile a list of people who entered the tri-state area
from Belarus three weeks ago, plus or minus a week.
- That's great.
- Who knew that many people from Belarus visit New York?
- It's incredible.
I mean, if the over/under was 200,
I would've chosen the under.
- Check this out.
- Hey, guys, we got something.
- That's him. - All right.
- Stanislau Lenkov.
A general in the Belarusian armed forces.
I mean, that can't be right.
- A government official is involved
in the kidnapping of an American on European soil?
- Yeah, but why? I mean, what's Lenkov's motive?
- We need to bring in all the agencies on this.
Do you know anyone at the State Department?
- The State Department or the CIA?
Pia. Jubal, this is Pia Morgan.
- Nice to meet you, Agent Valentine.
- You too. So you are one
of our trusted diplomatic contacts?
- Yes, I'd say that.
General Lenkov has strong ties to the president of Belarus
and is an ally of Putin.
- All right, so what can the CIA tell us
that we can't read in the newspaper?
- General Lenkov has spent the last 18 months
running black ops in Ukraine,
helping the Russian army.
His team have developed something of a reputation
as a thorn in the side of our allies in the conflict there.
Ruthless and effective, we believe
that they were on the ground for the Bucha Massacre.
- Okay, so what does this have to do
with a structural engineer in Rome?
- Strictly between us? - Of course.
- I think this whole abduction/ murder/terror attack
you boys have stumbled into
is linked with a covert operation in Minsk.
- In Minsk? Okay, what kind of operation?
- Three months ago, Lenkov's entire nine-man team
was struck down by a drone strike.
A family wedding.
Over 20 dead, including Lenkov's own daughter.
Somehow, the general managed
to step outside the blast radius and survived.
- A drone strike by who?
- Ukraine, I should think.
- With U.S. intel and weapons?
The new switchblade drones that we just supplied them?
- Rome is amazing, isn't it? - Come on.
We're gonna hit on a Belarusian general in Belarus
with civilian casualties?
Come on, the EU would never sign off on that.
- And we would never ask them to.
- Either way, Lenkov's daughter
and his top soldiers were killed,
and he blames America.
- Which makes for one hell of a motive to strike back.
- You know, we've been, um,
focusing on the obvious targets--
landmarks and bridges--
but honestly,
it's the boring stuff that scares me.
Before Laporta started ANITEC,
he was working on electrical stations
and natural gas lines.
- Well, maybe the undercover Agent Scola
will bring us something, huh?
- Yeah, maybe.
- You two are close, huh?
- Uh, yeah, why?
- You seem worried.
- Do I?
I'm not usually anxious,
but maybe it's the hormones or...
worrying for two.
- He's the father?
- Mm.
He's really important to me,
and, uh,
I want him in our baby's life.
I don't know, when I was assigned to come out here,
I thought it could be good to have some distance
and gain some perspective
on whether or not we could make it work.
Now I'm just feeling a little more conflicted.
- Hey, where's Smitty?
- I'm not sure.
- Is your department dragging your feet
to settle some sort of political score?
- I don't know what you're speaking of.
- Whatever beef is going on between Europe and the U.S.,
whatever happened in Minsk,
that is not my fault.
That is not the FBI's fault,
and it sure as hell is not David Laporta's fault.
- Your partner, Valentine, has no respect.
He mocks my investigation.
I don't appreciate his way of doing business.
- I don't care!
It is our duty to set aside our differences
to get this investigation done,
because we're not gonna lose a kidnapping victim
and we're not gonna let a bomb go off!
- Very well.
Then you should see this.
We just received a possible location
on Dmitriy Dovhal's car.
It hasn't been verified.
- We're on it.
- Anything you find, you report back to me.
My team will take it from there.
- Understood.
- Dovhal's silver SUV was a rental.
Its GPS locator puts it somewhere in this area,
but it's pretty densely packed.
- Lenkov's crew used his car after they killed him.
It could lead us right to Laporta.
- All right, fan out. Keep it tight and quiet.
Call it out when you got eyes,
but nobody moves until we're green.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- A silver car.
Yeah, that's it. - Call it in.
- Uh-huh.
Hey. Hey, it's Jubal. We got eyes on the car.
It's two blocks west of where we were,
and two blocks south.
- FBI. Don't move.
- [speaking Italian]
- Lenkov, where is he? - [speaking Italian]
- No, no, no. It's not my car.
Just want to see it. It's nice.
- Do you know whose car it is? Huh? [speaks Italian]
- No, no, I swear.
- Where's the driver? Autista?
- That apartment, 302.
That's where he lives.
- What's the play?
- I think we gotta breach.
And we need to go full tilt.
If Laporta is being held inside,
good chance everyone else in there is armed and dangerous.
- That's a big if.
We've got one random guy's word
that that is the place.
- So we wait for the Italian PD
to authorize a no-knock at the rate they're moving?
- I said I'd keep them updated.
- Okay, but we could be running out of time.
That's the one thing Laporta does not have.
How long can we expect this guy to hold out?
- I don't like it.
- I hear you, Scott, I do,
but we have been keeping things diplomatic,
and where has it gotten us?
It's time to switch things up.
[tense music]
♪
FBI!
- Polizia!
La polizia!
- [screams]
[parents shouting in Italian]
- Calm down. Calm down.
[parents shouting in Italian]
- Polizia.
- It's okay. We come in peace.
[shouting continues]
[gunshot]
[child screaming]
It's just a kid!
- Lorenzo!
- Hey, it's okay. Polizia, polizia.
[overlapping shouting]
- Tutto bene. Tutto bene.
- Go.
- Lorenzo...
- [sobbing] - Shh.
- All clear.
It's just a family home.
- The car was Dovhal's,
but there's no sign of Laporta or the general.
They were never here.
♪
- As we suspected,
the family claims to have no knowledge
of Lenkov or his crew.
- Okay, I'd like-- can we interview the family?
- I don't think that's a good idea.
You kicked in the man's door and terrified his family.
He's furious.
If you ask me, it appears
that the Belarusians took Dovhal's car
and ditched it here at random.
- Well, Lenkov is smart. He knew it was a rental
and we'd eventually be able to track it.
He deliberately led us on this wild goose chase.
- Okay, but what about the guy lurking by the car
who led us directly into that specific apartment?
- We're trying to relocate him, but Granno believes
he was just telling you what he thought you wanted to hear.
- Okay, well, tell Granno we'll come to our own conclusions.
- This is it, you know? Right here.
This is the American entitlement,
which caused this whole damn mess in the first place.
You promised to keep the Italians in the loop.
And then you pull this. - I didn't promise anything.
- You're like your country: doing what it wants,
crossing every red line, and then expecting your allies
to simply step aside. Can't you see that?
- I'm doing what I feel is necessary,
given the circumstances.
I'm not here to argue about foreign policy,
America's place in the world. I have a job--
- Okay. You both done?
Yeah? Good.
Jubal, me and you go way back,
but Smitty is a member of my team.
We're not gonna run over her
like she's some piece in our own proxy war.
She fights for us and our country every damn day.
- Look, this raid,
it was my call.
And I was wrong.
I take responsibility for that.
Look, it was the only lead we had,
and I need to know we are doing everything we can.
- And that only works if we're doing it together.
- I agree. - All right.
- Guys, we got another crime scene.
Somebody hit the ANITEC offices.
- Oh, God.
- Excuse me.
What happened?
- Lenkov's men came through.
They needed something from the files.
- I just hid in the back. I'm sorry.
I didn't know what else to do. They would've killed me.
- It's okay. You're safe now.
What are we looking at? - Well, these files are old.
I mean, from years ago, before Laporta's company ever opened.
I mean, we didn't have any of this.
- But is there any way to tell what they were looking for?
- Uh, these are huge files.
Blueprints, uh...
It looks like they uploaded the entire drive.
- Uploaded to where?
If we can get an IP address on the file server,
maybe we can find Lenkov's location.
- Only if his computer guys were sloppy and in a hurry.
- Well, I guess it's possible.
His first team was killed in the drone strike.
These would be his replacements.
- Okay, I got it.
- The place is locked down. - How many can you see?
- Three guards at the front door, heavily armed.
- This must be where Laporta is being held.
- Extracting Laporta will likely require
taking on a team of nine well-armed mercenaries.
We need FBI tactical support.
How long will it take to get a team here?
- I think we are the team.
- I was afraid you'd say that.
What about the Italians?
You think they'll provide support?
- I feel we may have burned that bridge.
- Inspector, it's all hands on deck.
We could stop a terror attack before it starts.
- You Americans like to do things on your own, so...
here's your chance.
Good luck.
[car engine turns over]
[car doors slam]
- What do we think?
- With the element of surprise, I think we can take 'em.
But only if we're all agreed.
- You heard the man.
We're going in.
- Okay. It's go-time.
When you get into position, wait for the signal.
- Yeah.
Hey, Nina, I think you should sit this one out, okay?
- Sit it out? - Yeah.
Look, the last time we kicked in a door,
I nearly got my head blown off.
I just don't feel comfortable putting you
and your child in the line of fire.
- Yeah, I don't need special treatment.
- I know that.
Look, I'm sorry.
I just can't send you into that house.
Please hang back and keep in contact.
Thanks. [car engine turns over]
- Hey, hey, do you have room for one more?
- That sounded like an order.
- Yeah, well, I didn't come to Rome to eat pasta.
We do whatever it takes, right? - Look, she can come with me.
We can use help to secure the perimeter.
I promise she won't go in.
- The perimeter.
[car door slams]
[suspenseful music]
♪
- We're in position.
- Area's clear. It's a go from here.
- On my mark.
Three.
Two.
One.
[men grunting]
- Take the house.
♪
[muffled gunfire] - [grunts]
- Two down.
[gunfire] - Down!
♪
- Going to check the upper floors.
[muffled gunshot]
- [grunts]
- There's a room downstairs locked from the outside.
- Stand by. We're on the way.
♪
- No, no, no, no, no. Come on. Come on.
- [sighs]
- He's gone.
- He must've given up what he knew.
- The rest of the house is clear.
Seven gunmen down.
Nobody else is here.
- Wait a second. Seven?
Didn't his last team have nine?
[tense music]
- Great.
- This place has another exit.
- Vo, we have two mercenaries unaccounted for
that made a run for it through a tunnel out back.
- Copy that. We're on it.
♪
Clear.
- Hey, guys, there really isn't anything back here.
They must've made it past our perimeter.
- Nina?
- Where the hell does this tunnel come out?
- Okay, so I've traveled about 50 yards west, I think.
And then the tunnel hooks a left.
- It must connect to one of these buildings.
♪
- There.
- That's gotta be it.
- I found a flight of stairs.
Heading up.
- Jubal, we see the exit. What's your 20?
You guys coming?
[gunfire]
♪
- [groaning]
- Agent down! Agent down!
Nina! - You have to help me.
- It's gonna be okay. - You have to help me!
[both panicking]
- Nina!
♪
[wolf howls]