- [singing in French]
[romantic music]
♪ ♪
- Ah! Your ring! Your ring!
- I'm sorry? - Your ring. You dropped it.
- Oh, no. - 50 Euros.
50 Euros. - Don't get involved.
It's a scam. The ring's worthless metal.
She's trying to screw you into thinking it's gold.
- Thank you. [phone rings]
- Brandon Davis. Yeah, good.
Heading past the Rue de Rivoli now.
I'll be there in about ten minutes.
Yeah.
- Hey. You Davis?
- [grunts]
[choking, gasping]
[indistinct chatter]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Mom, where are you?
- I have to go. I'm in danger.
- Pavel Novikoff leaves Russia CIA.
- How do you know my mother?
- I recruited her to spy for Russia.
But at a certain point, she flipped back
and became a double agent.
- The hit team--two brothers.
I saw them both.
My mom helped me bring in Novikoff.
Helped us.
- Forget about me. I love you.
- Anything on him? - No.
- Cheers.
- We have his photo out everywhere.
♪ ♪
[both speaking Russian]
♪ ♪
[tires squealing]
- Touch my parking spot. - No, no, no. No, no.
Later.
- Boss!
- You don't have to call me that.
- Oh, I was talking to Tank. Hi!
- Yeah, that's-- [laughs]
That's accurate.
Oh, Raines, uh, I need to talk to you
one-on-one today when you get a minute.
- Uh-oh. Do I need to alert the Agents Association
I might need a lawyer?
- [laughs]
- It's nothing like that.
- What are you guys hanging around for?
We've got company.
- [laughs]
Smitty.
- Scott Forrester. Oh!
How are you, mate? - I'm good.
Everyone, this is Megan Garretson with Europol.
- Did I, uh, just hear him call you "Smitty"?
- Oh, yeah. My friends call me that.
Long story.
- We worked Trojan Shield together.
- Oh, wow, that was a hell of an operation.
- Yeah, we studied that at Quantico.
800 arrests, over two tons
of synthetic drugs off the streets.
- Team effort. - Mm-hmm.
- How's Katrin Jaeger? - Promoted.
She's in charged of all of Western Europe now.
Not gonna lie, she's my personal hero.
- Well, she's definitely missed.
- So you're in Budapest now. - I am.
Your new Europol liaison.
Katrin thought I'd be able to jump into the deep end
since we already have a shorthand.
- Absolutely.
- And of course, I understand I have
enormous shoes to fill, but I intend to do just that.
- Well, it goes without saying: welcome aboard.
- And good timing 'cause we just caught a case.
The DGSI is requesting our assistance in Paris.
Yesterday, an American police detective
was stabbed to death in the 8th arrondissement.
- From where?
- City of Dover Police Department.
Brandon Davis. He was on a federal task force.
Davis and the DGSI had teamed up
to investigate an American weapons company
out of Delaware.
- Then let's get to France.
♪ ♪
- Chef Départmental Beaumont.
- I'm Special Agent Scott Forrester.
This is Special Agent Kellett, Vo, Raines, and with Europol...
- Megan Garretson.
- Please.
Detective Davis was investigating a company
named RedGrave out of Delaware.
He believed it was a shell company for arms dealing,
brokering illegal weapon sales
between the U.S., France, and the Middle East.
Now, like with many of these cowboy traffickers,
the company looks legitimate on paper,
with legal sales of firearms, handguns
to retailers in the U.S., South America, parts of Africa.
But when you pull back the curtain,
as Detective Davis did,
you see they've rented minimal office space
in the U.S., Paris, Egypt,
and they're selling entire weapons systems
that are completely illegal
in most territories around the world.
He came to us with his suspicions,
and the DGSI initiated a joint investigation
between us, the City of Dover Police,
and his U.S. task force.
- We don't have RedGrave on our radar,
but we have been monitoring the Paris-Cairo corridor.
- There were 10 billion in legal arm sales
between Europe and Egypt over the last five years.
The number for illegal sales...
five times that much. - Yes.
- Do you have case files for Detective Davis?
- Yes--all we have is at your disposal.
We were happy to collaborate with him.
I worked with him directly.
He was a good man. Smart.
- Well, we're gonna do everything in our power
to find who did this.
- As will Europol.
- We're gonna need to see texts, phone logs,
laptop files, anything you can give us on your end.
- And I'll check in with his task force
to see what he was sharing stateside.
- Good.
- I should add, we recently registered
an informant by the name of Corine Descroches.
I believe she's the last person
that Davis met with in Paris before he--
before--well.
She has an address in the Marais.
We haven't talked to her yet.
The investigation is moving very quickly.
- All right, we'll take it. Yep.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- So Smitty.
- Yeah.
She is our kind of agent-- head down, plow forward.
All about the work.
And she can drink you under the table.
[chuckles] - Ah.
What I wanna know is,
how do you get the name "Smitty"
from Megan Garretson?
- There's a question I asked her myself.
- And?
- She said something about a need-to-know basis and yeah.
Never got beyond that. [knocks on door]
- Oui?
- Corine Des-roches? Forgive my pronunciation.
- What is this about?
- We need to talk to you
about an American detective named Brandon Davis.
- I don't know. - He died yesterday.
- I--
how?
- Murdered.
How'd you know Brandon?
- I--I work for a company named Chimique
here in Paris.
We're a subsidiary of an American company.
RedGrave.
- And what did you do for them?
- Answer phones.
Take clients out when they come to town.
I was a model, but magazine covers
go to celebrities now, so I--
it was an offer for a nice salary
and regular employment.
But I heard things at Chimique that terrified me.
- What kind of things?
- Illegal weapons.
Chemical, biological.
I heard my boss say, "mass casualties."
I told my roommate, Chloe,
and she said to call the police.
- Did you?
- Yes.
That is when the American detective came.
He listened to my story,
said he was investigating Chimique
with the French special police.
He asked me if I would record my bosses' conversations,
but I was afraid--I couldn't.
- We understand.
- There were horrible men who would do business with us.
With Keith.
Pigs from all over the world.
They would want me to--
I didn't know what I'd gotten myself into.
- Who is Keith? - My boss.
Keith Panzarasa. He's American. He--
I told him I needed to quit,
that I had lined up some work, even though it wasn't true.
I needed to get out. Get away.
- How'd he take that?
- Not well.
- And how many employees are at Chimique?
- Just Keith, me, and a few other men
that would come and go and I was not to ask about.
- All right.
♪ ♪
Don't leave Paris until we hear from Keith, okay?
Companies like RedGrave hire women like that all the time.
Eye candy for the scum they do business with.
- Well, she was brave to come forward.
I have a pretty good detector for when someone
is shining us on, and she looked genuinely scared.
- All right, call Raines and Vo.
Have them check out Chimique.
♪ ♪
- Looks like Chimique had a going-out-of-business sale.
[popping, clanking]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
Whoever was here, we just missed 'em.
- They took the Wi-Fi hubs,
but they didn't clean out the router.
Because they didn't know it was stored in the ceiling.
This will have memory cached.
We may not know every keystroke they made in this office,
but we'll know what websites they--
[scraping, clattering]
♪ ♪
- [yells]
[both grunting, yelling]
- Go!
[tires squealing]
- Did you see that?
- What?
- It's diplomatic plates.
♪ ♪
- You uh, you some duct tape?
Maybe some superglue for that, Raines?
- I've pulled information from far worse than this.
- We had a case where a guy ran over a laptop
with a two ton tractor, Raines didn't even blink.
Recovered ten years of photos
the guy thought he erased from existence.
- Which came in handy at his trial.
- One year for every photo. - Wicked.
- Yeah, well, I try to be humble,
but I admit it.
I amaze myself sometimes.
Here's a list of all the web traffic
through Chimique's office over the last two months.
- What's this batch?
[suspenseful music]
- Fontainebleau.
It's a small suburb south of Paris with a chateau.
It's not much.
- Could RedGrave or Chimique be operating at the chateau?
- No, it's a museum. Napoleon, Marie Antoinette.
There's a forest in the town nearby,
but I don't see how it could be consequential.
- Well, Keith Panzarasa isn't here to play tourist.
That town means something.
- All right, let's get any traffic cams
to and from Fontainebleau over the last two weeks.
Maybe we can spot him scouting it
or if his company made any purchases there
or just what the hell his interest is in suburban Paris.
- Yes, of course. I'll alert the municipal police
in Fontainebleau to be on the lookout for your American.
- Thank you.
- Brandon Davis, the slain detective,
had these keys in his pocket when the body was recovered.
Paris police believe they belong to an apartment
in the 8th he was renting. We haven't been inside.
- I'll go with you to check it out.
- Okay, Raines, Vo, and I will stay on
the Fontainebleau angle, yeah?
- [whistles]
- So you and Forrester worked Trojan Shield together.
- Yeah, we spent 14 months in Stockholm
building a distribution case on narcotics
traveling from Afghanistan to Scandinavia
to the UK and on to New York.
A lot of surveillance.
A lot of punsch rolls and ultimately, 30 arrests,
including an airport firefight.
- Intense. - It was.
I was in my first year at Europol.
So I like to say everything I know about determination,
bravery, and focus I learned from Scott.
- Yeah, he has that effect on people.
- Indeed.
- Did you always want to work in law enforcement?
- My mother had Agatha Christie novels
lying around when I was a kid.
"Miss Marple," "Sherlock Holmes."
I never needed to get to the denouement
to know who the killer was. - Yeah?
- My parents hoped I would go to Oxford or Cambridge,
but I went to Manchester to study criminology.
And to cheer on United, but that's a much longer story.
- Ever heard of a company called Dechets?
- Dechets?
They're the waste management company.
I've seen their trucks on the autoroute.
- Detective Davis has files and files on this company.
There are two open binders on his desk.
What?
- 78% of France's power is nuclear.
- Right.
- Dechets recycles the country's
spent plutonium fuel rods.
♪ ♪
- Dechets transports plutonium fuel rods from reactors
across the country up to Hague for recycling.
A truck is moving from a power plant in...
- Dampierre. - Dampierre through...
- Let me guess, Fontainebleau. - Exactly.
- When? - Now.
- Let's go. Let's go.
♪ ♪
[sirens wailing]
[gunfire]
Move, move, move.
Hold your fire.
[gunfire]
♪ ♪
[hijacker shouting in French]
[groaning]
They're running. They're running.
Go, go, go.
[panting]
♪ ♪
- Okay, so best we can piece together
from Detective Davis' case files,
plus DGSI's ongoing investigation,
Keith Panzarasa is an arms merchant
who uses legitimate companies as fronts for fencing weapons
from the U.S. through Europe to the Middle East.
RedGrave, Chimique, half a dozen other shells
were selling AK-47's, Uzis, and other small arms legally
while taking orders for bigger arms under the table.
Stinger missiles, Sidewinders, Hellfire.
All of it illegal.
Detective Davis suspected Panzarasa was planning
a career score with a narrow window of opportunity.
He teamed up with DGSI here in France
but was killed before he could act on his suspicion.
- Okay, so now, Panzarasa has radioactive material
that could explode in a dirty bomb in any city in the world.
- A few sticks of dynamite in a briefcase--boom.
It could make a city unlivable
for nearly the next half century.
- Panzarasa will be looking to offload the plutonium quickly.
- It stands to reason he lined up a buyer before the score.
- All right, we need to find out the who, the what, the why,
the where, the when Panzarasa was meeting with
in the months leading up to this robbery, okay?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Special Agent Vo reported that the van that picked up
Panzarasa outside Chimique's offices had diplomatic plates.
- Yes?
- That's because he's a diplomat
of the country of Dondi in West Africa.
- What the hell is this? - He's American.
- And white.
- Well, apparently, West African Dondi
has a sign saying, "Open for Business"
on their embassy doors.
They've been selling fraudulent passports
to anyone who has a big enough checkbook,
allowing them to skip proper customs channels.
- You can't be serious.
- International complaints have been filed,
sanctions threatened.
Each time Dondi cries pardon, begs forgiveness,
and then does it all again when the dust settles.
Apparently, they think it's more lucrative
than collecting taxes.
- Why weren't we given this information sooner?
- There are 13,000 diplomats and staff
from all over the world working in France.
I wish we had flagged them sooner,
but we're moving as quickly as we can.
- Yeah. You're right. Thank you.
- I have an idea.
Let's use this information to lure Panzarasa out.
♪ ♪
I need to speak to Ambassador Dogo.
- Do you have an appointment? - This is my appointment.
Tell him the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation
would like to speak with him immediately.
- Yes, I will be with you in a moment.
- Thank you.
- I believe I've been summoned. How may I be of assistance?
- Well, one way you may be of assistance is explaining to me
why diplomatic passports are being issued out of this office
to non-Dondian citizens.
- I'm afraid I don't know what she means.
- [chuckles] Talk to her.
- I have a feeling you know exactly what I mean.
- Where's your closest bathroom?
- Upstairs. I will buzz you through.
[door buzzes]
- So how much are you charging to make a mockery
of diplomatic protections put in place in good faith
so that countries can rely on each other,
so that they can support one another?
♪ ♪
- You got it? [keys clacking]
- I'm in.
[door shuts]
- And if I need to get the U.S. ambassador down here
to weigh in on this mockery, I'll do it,
but I guarantee, you will not like it.
- I do not appreciate your tone.
- Oh, you think my tone is the problem.
- You need to wrap this up, Vo.
Status update.
- Planting an email from the embassy to Panzarasa
telling him if he doesn't bring a suitcase full of money
to Montmartre today,
his diplomatic status will be revoked.
- Send it. - Almost there.
- All right, listen. We're running out of time.
- Okay, I know. I know. Just hold on.
- I don't care which country you represent.
- Okay, Ambassador, maybe we got off on the wrong foot.
- I'm an extremely busy man, so please excuse me.
♪ ♪
- It's sent.
- Thank you for your time.
- Of course.
Got it? - Hook is set.
We know Panzarasa's gonna rely on that diplomatic passport
to get the hell out of dodge. Either he pays or he's SOL.
- And what happens when he replies to the email?
- It goes to my phone.
- Oh, well, remind me not to send
your employee evaluations from my computer.
- Oh, we hack into those all the time.
- And thank you for the glowing reviews.
- [laughs]
[phone buzzes]
- Forrester.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- We've located the hijackers. It seems they didn't secure
the radioactive material as well as they should have.
♪ ♪
- Traffic cams confirm that Panzarasa met the two hijackers
here and left with a silver briefcase
presumably holding a spent plutonium fuel rod.
- This is what will happen if a dirty bomb explodes in Europe.
[phone chimes]
- It worked. Panzarasa just responded.
He's headed Montmartre to pay off the ambassador now.
- That means his deal is imminent.
All right, let's snatch him up
before he hands off the material.
[bell tolling]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- No sign of him.
- Jerking our chain?
- He'll show.
Got him.
♪ ♪
[scooter horn honks]
[groaning]
♪ ♪
Get up.
Where's the fuel rod?
- I am sure that my attorney,
Pierre Rochoux, will be here any moment.
Until her gets here, I say nothing.
- Did you handle that plutonium yourself, Keith?
Or did you have your two hijackers move it for you
because let me tell you,
if you took that case from them,
you might need to see a doctor more than an attorney.
[tense music]
- We can wait here for another hour or two
or we can get you medical attention.
Probably have some potassium iodine prescribed for you.
Trust me, you're gonna want to take it.
Or continue to rot here.
Your choice.
- I wasn't propositioning a sale.
I was fulfilling an order.
- Who ordered it?
- I can't tell you that. - Keith.
- It's probably on a ship right now,
headed to the Middle East.
The people I took the order from
are waging war far away from Europe.
- Who are they?
- I want immunity.
♪ ♪
- He killed a police officer.
- If he doesn't give up those buyers,
the whole globe could be a target.
We just sit back and wait
until a bomb explodes and contaminates a city?
- France will not allow immunity.
- I have an idea.
- Immunity
or my skin falls off in front of you
and my mouth remains shut.
I don't care.
- We'll make you an offer.
Immunity's off the table, but
France will waive extradition to the U.S.
You could get one of the eight cells
in the VIP section of La Santé prison in Paris.
This is where Noriega stayed, Jean-Christophe Mitterrand.
Or I allow my American friends to pack you back to the U.S.
where you end up in ADMAX.
23 hours in a box, 1 hour to see the sky alone.
That's if they don't push for the death penalty.
♪ ♪
A dirty bomb is not gonna be used
in the desert over some inter-tribal dispute.
It's headed for Israel or Europe or the U.S.,
where it'll put some half-rate terrorist group on the map.
Sure, we'll hunt those guys down,
but you'll be the one that gave them the capability.
You will never see the light of day again.
Full weight will come down on your head
or La Santé
where you can live in relative comfort and security.
It's your choice.
You have 30 seconds to write down a name.
♪ ♪
- No wonder Dondi gave him the diplomatic credentials.
He sold the plutonium to Omar Fane,
a Dondi government enforcer who's been fighting off
coup attempts and radicalized attacks in the capital.
- So he sets off his contaminated bomb
in the northern region, wipes out the rebel groups,
sends a message to the country
that the capital tolerates no insurrection.
- Ruthless. - I've got an address in Paris.
- Let's go.
- Clear.
- This is a manifesto.
He's ranting about the French massacres
of Dondi citizens as it formed the French Sudan.
He's also ranting about France stealing their resources
and keeping Dondi in permanent poverty.
- Oh, Omar Fane is not smuggling a dirty bomb
back into West Africa.
He is going to detonate it in Paris.
He is using that manifesto as a suicide note.
- So where's he gonna do it?
- Somewhere that he visits frequently,
scopes out, is familiar with.
We need to figure out where he's been,
cams, receipts, witnesses, anyone that knows him.
♪ ♪
Excuse me, sir.
Do you know your neighbor across the hall?
Sir, we just need to see if he's visited any landmarks--
- [speaking French]
♪ ♪
- Any sign of him?
- There.
♪ ♪
- [breathing heavily]
- There's not enough time for snipers.
- And too many people to clear.
- We don't know if he's wired. - If we come in pointing guns,
he's gonna trigger off the bomb before we get a shot off.
- We have to separate him from that bomb.
♪ ♪
Excuse me. Excuse me, sir.
Could you happen to tell me where the Champs-Elysées is?
I'm a little lost here.
- [speaking French]
- Sir, we're just asking for directions.
Can you help us?
- Hey, can you help me with this?
- Get back!
- Everyone, get back. Police! - Clear the area.
Clear the area.
- Get back. Get back! Everyone, back!
[bystanders screaming]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Your levels are clear.
The exposure wasn't long enough to register.
- All right, still, I'm gonna take about
a four hour scrub down when I get home.
- [chuckles, speaks French]
- You guys ready to get the hell out of here?
- Andre, Cameron, Jamie, Scott,
thank you on behalf of the DGSI.
It would be my pleasure to have you return any time.
- You know, one of the great parts of this job
is working with dedicated law enforcement professionals
like yourself, Commander Beaumont.
- I feel the same.
- And I will talk to Detective Davis' department in Dover,
plus any family that he has back in the States,
let them know he died in action helping to keep the world safe.
- However I can help, please let me contribute.
- Will do.
Oh, oh, uh.
Hey.
I know that you are set on the management route at the bureau,
which I fully respect,
so I want you to be aware
of the leadership course in Washington this fall.
Now, I'm gonna clear your schedule from
October to November so that you can attend.
But you see-- now, I have a plan.
Because once you become the director of the FBI,
you're gonna remember your old pal Forrester.
You're gonna let me head up any task force
of my choosing, so... [chuckles]
Anyway...
you have my full support.
[soft dramatic music]
- No, thank you.
- No to the opportunity or
no to my task force?
- To the opportunity.
Look, I've spent a lot of my time so far
searching for the next rung in the ladder.
The next strategic move that would be best for my career.
But I realize working with you and Kellett
over the last few years-- like this case,
where we were racing to stop real terror
from unfolding in the world.
I like being a field agent.
I like split-second decisions that save thousands of lives.
I don't want to be behind a desk
managing people.
I want to be in the field taking down the bad guys.
So thank you for backing me.
I truly appreciate it.
♪ ♪
- Is it always gonna be like this?
Action, action, action.
- It is. - Count me in then.
- Hey, do you guys want to get some beers?
I'm buying.
- Well, in that case, absolutely.
How about you, Megan?
- Call me Smitty.
- Smitty. - I'd love to.
And Scott, I have to say,
you seem unburdened since I last saw you.
- Well, I got some clarity since we worked together last.
My mother, turns out she wasn't who I thought she was.
- She was a hero.
- Not was, is,
and she reached out again.
- She did? - Mm-hmm.
- Where is she? - [chuckles]
That's a conversation we'll have
once I have a beer in front of me.
Come on.
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[wolf howls]