Legends (2014–2015): Season 1, Episode 2 - Chemistry - full transcript
Martin, Crystal and Troy Buchannan go undercover when a chemistry teacher and his family are kidnapped. The case takes on urgency when it's feared the kidnappers will use the teacher to manufacture a deadly gas.
Previously on Legends...
(grunting)
GATES: Martin is the
most naturally gifted
deep cover operative that we've got.
Three out of four shrinks
on the committee
found him unfit for duty.
There is no Martin Odum.
Everything about him is fake.
Need a favor, Bobby.
I'm hoping you can clean this
up enough to make an ID. _
My friend died trying
to find out who you are.
Meet me at Union Station.
I need to give you something.
(grunts)
Hey!
Who am I?!
There's a book, left pocket.
(radio playing)
MAN: I can't, not when
the mother's claiming
that I have it out for him.
WOMAN (chuckles): Do you?
(chuckles) He's hardly
showed up for class.
What kind of grade does she
think I'm gonna give him?
- Come on.
- Okay, you're right.
(siren wailing)
Is that...? Oh, man, was I speeding?
GIRL: No, Dad, they only
pull you over if you're not speeding.
Thank you, Jane, I appreciate that.
WOMAN: Quiet, Jane.
(indistinct radio transmission)
I hope he's a nice one.
License
and registration.
Here we go.
Your license is expired, sir.
Please step out of the vehicle.
- Out of the car, sir.
- What? I just renewed that last year.
- Now.
- Can't you just do what he says?
(sighs)
Please have a seat.
Why are they putting him in the car?
- (camera clicks)
- I'd like to know what I did.
_
_
Who the hell are you?
_
(siren whooping)
Why are they getting out of the car?
Fellas need a hand?
MAN: Hey!
Help! Help!
They're not real police! Help!
(gasps)
_
(whimpers)
- (starts engine)
- Who the hell are you?
Where, where are you taking me?
Where are you taking my family?
_
_
How are you sleeping?
Fine.
Mmm. How many hours a night?
Um, four or five.
Sexual function. Normal?
Exceptional.
So I'm told.
Describe your mood today.
I'm walking on sunshine. Look,
I'm just trying to settle in.
You know, readjust to
normal life and whatnot.
Why don't you just fill
in the rest? I'm fine.
Martin, your covert status
requires this evaluation.
Mm-hmm.
It's a condition of your employment.
Sure.
Um, could I get a coffee, please?
HALSTROM: Yeah.
He's dodging the questions,
and you know how he gets away with it.
(sighs)
We don't know if that
accent's even real.
What does the man have to
do to prove himself to you?
Convince me he's mentally fit for duty.
He saved your life.
The word that springs to mind is "hero."
HALSTROM: I know in your line
of work you've killed people.
Okay.
Flawed hero.
Criminals. It happens.
- HALSTROM: Why did you and Sonya
decide to separate? - (sighs)
Sir, if I can't control my operative,
- I can't do my job.
- MARTIN: None of your business.
Then request a transfer.
I'm happy to make a call.
HALSTROM: There are reasons
for asking these things, Martin.
Excuse me. I have a debrief
with the U.S. Attorney to prep for.
Relationships can affect an
undercover's state of mind.
Agent McGuire, I put you
and Martin together
because you're both the
best at what you do.
MARTIN: Jeopardizing the case.
That's your concern, isn't it?
You can make major cases here.
The DCO can be your
ticket to deputy ranks.
Washington.
Don't take the shot for granted.
Yes, sir.
HALSTROM: My concern
is your mental health.
After you two separated,
you went back under with the militia.
Then you disappeared for six months,
not one communication with your handler.
Did you contact Sonya at
all during that time?
- Or your son?
- Why is that relevant?
No, I didn't.
You've seen them since you came back?
SONYA: You disappear for weeks on end.
No calls, nothing. And
then you show up and you
don't even know who you
are half the time.
MARTIN: Well, you're not
giving me a chance here.
I'm out there.
I'm doing it. I'm doing
this for you and Aiden.
And you're not giving me a chance!
(clatter)
Dad?
Why are you breaking stuff?
Sonya and I will work it out.
How's Aiden handling the split?
He's fine.
You don't like talking about them.
Do you find that feelings
in your undercover work
affect your real life?
I keep my family away from what I do.
And I keep the kind of people
I deal with away from them.
Does forgetting them make
the legend feel more real?
Insofar as you can shut off
Martin Odum, you can...
You asked me the same
questions the last time we met.
Is it difficult to leave a legend behind
- when you're done?
- As I said
last time, no.
Security says you signed
in downstairs this morning
as Lincoln Dittmann.
- Did you know that?
- It was a joke.
When the Founding
Father was arrested...
...the Lincoln Dittmann
legend was exposed.
Did you have difficulty
saying good-bye?
MARTIN: A legend is an elaborate lie.
That's all.
Easy to walk away from.
HALSTROM: Since you came back,
have you had any thoughts of suicide?
Not my own, no.
Paranoia? Feeling like
- someone's out to get you?
- Someone often is.
Any memory loss?
Forgetting basic things?
No.
HALSTROM: Confusion of identity?
Not being able to tell your legends
from your real life?
I know who I am.
How'd the psych eval go?
Feeling much better now.
(both laugh)
We missed you at Bobby's funeral.
Yeah. I, uh... I had a thing.
With Aiden.
Well, you haven't seen him much.
No.
Bobby's folks, they
appreciated the flowers.
Oh, good.
Did you get a chance to follow
up on his autopsy, like I said?
I did.
No poisons, toxins,
nothing foreign in the blood.
M.E. is standing firm
on the cause of death.
It was not a homicide.
(sighs) 32 years old.
With a heart defect from birth.
M.E. says it was just a matter of time.
Now, I'd like to know why you're asking.
Just seemed unusual to me.
I got a briefing in a couple of minutes.
You want to talk after?
No, don't worry about it.
(grunting)
(man speaking Russian)
(grunts)
(grunts, moaning)
You're looking at a kidnapping that
occurred in Bakersfield last night.
The victims' car and the
suspects' police vehicle
were found torched outside of town.
No sign of the family.
Richard Hubbard is
a high school chemistry
teacher, Susan's a paralegal.
Uh, Jane, his daughter,
is an honor roll student.
They're your typical
middle-class faces in the crowd.
Pro kidnapping, low-level target?
Someone's got a secret.
I got a call from Langley this morning.
He's Russian?
Richard Hubbard's real name
is Dr. Alexander Nevelsky.
He is a chemist. Back then,
he was actively involved
in Russia's chemical weapons program.
Until the Mafia moved in.
And when Nevelsky discovered
they were selling VX nerve
gas on the black market,
he tried to blow the whistle.
They went after him, and
he came to us for asylum.
Fortunately, the intel he provided
allowed us to interdict most of the VX.
Most but not all.
How did he get to Bakersfield?
Langley relocated him.
Gave him a new identity.
We think his old Russian
friends have found him.
(man speaking Russian)
That's a Chechen dialect.
We're talking about
the Obshina... Chechen Mafia.
And that's why I'm here.
I understand DCO
may have a legend placed
inside the Chechen mob.
GATES: We won't confirm or deny
DCO's active legends, but we
may have an asset in play.
- What do you need?
- Well, I have teams running down leads,
talking to the local Russian community,
but we're not getting much traction.
And time is running out for this
family. Whatever information
that you can get from your sources...
Okay.
- Thank you, Agent Kitson.
- Thank you.
There's only two motives here.
They're gonna make VX to sell,
they're gonna make VX to use.
I don't like either of 'em.
Well, why would they make the weapon here
if they weren't gonna use it here?
GATES: Reach out to the NSA,
see if they've heard any chatter
from the usual suspects...
Al-Qaeda, domestic militias...
Okay. Got it.
I'm the new girl,
so...
who is the asset?
Troy runs a CI who's pretty
dialed in to the Russian mob.
Operates an underground club downtown.
A lot of the clientele are Chechen.
A lot of them are with the Obshina.
They use the club to launder
cash for drugs and prostitution.
I show up at the club a
few times a month as a...
genius money guy named Spencer Holt.
My CI introduces me around.
It's been an intelligence gold mine.
What's Spencer's story?
Disgraced tax attorney.
Ten months out of the
pen for wire fraud.
He lost his law license,
now he's using his skills
to launder criminal cash.
Sweat your CI, work the Chechen angle.
See what pops on the kidnapping.
Take Martin as backup.
(door opens)
(gasps)
- Dad, Dad.
- Richard.
(gasps) Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, are you okay?
Did they hurt you?
I was so worried.
_
_
Who are these people?
What do they want with us?
I don't know.
JANE: I'm scared, Dad.
No, shh, shh, shh, shh, w-we're
gonna be okay, sweetheart,
we're gonna be okay.
_
- Yes, we know who you are.
- I don't know
what you're talking about.
My name is Richard Hubbard.
_
_
Richard? Who is that?
_
(man cackles)
Of course he speaks Russian. Huh?
You didn't know?
- (door clicks shut)
- Who are you?
Susan...
Please let me explain.
Who are you?
Excuse me. Special Agent Rice?
- He's over there.
- Donnie, I'm telling you,
I don't care, man. I'm talking about
- what the man's achieved...
- Yeah, I'm still holding, unfortunately.
Best cornerback in the league...
can say whatever the hell
- he wants to say, period. To anybody.
- Agent Rice.
Martin Odum.
I, uh, I work upstairs in DCO.
You cover the city's
subways and trains, yeah?
Yeah, planes, trains, and automobiles.
What can I do for you?
I, um...
There was a murder two days ago.
Homeless guy stabbed on the
subway platform at Civic Center.
Wondered if, uh, LAPD had looped you in?
Yeah. Any major crime on the subway,
they copy us on the report.
Yup, here it is. It's, uh,
male, black.
Single stab wound to the
mid-abdominal region.
He died on the scene.
Anything else you can tell me?
Uh, well, it's a...
homeless guy got shivved.
Nobody saw anything. Looks like
the surveillance camera
aimed at where he died...
had been disabled.
Uh, how about an ID on the victim?
Is there anything like that?
You know what, you're gonna have to see
the boss on that one.
I was hoping we could do this
in a more unofficial capacity.
So, kind of, like, out of the...
the goodness of my heart capacity?
Oh, come on, we're all
on the same team here.
(short chuckle)
All right.
He had some prints on file.
Was Robert McCombs, age 45,
former Marine, had some
mental health issues.
Spent most of his time in a hospital,
the rest on the street.
He was crazy?
Yeah, yeah, he was crazy.
Kind of like Syd Barrett, mate.
So why do you want to know?
Um, I'm not authorized to say.
(phone rings)
- Aiden, hi.
- Hey, Dad.
- How are you?
- Mom said I could call you if I wanted.
Well, I'm glad you did.
(chuckles)
Listen, I-I'm sorry
about the other night.
I was out of line and I
know it's no excuse,
but I'm sorry, anyway.
You should get Mom some new dishes.
Yeah, I think you're right.
(laughs)
Listen, um,
how about, uh,
how about we go shopping, then, huh?
I'll take you out for dinner. F-Friday?
I got to check my schedule.
Should probably ask Mom, too.
- But I'll make her say yes.
- Okay.
- I-I'll see you then.
- See you.
- Love you, son.
- Love you, too.
Oh, God, no.
(grunting)
(grunts)
No.
Aah!
Now you make the VX.
(groans)
No.
No, I won't do it.
I won't do it, do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
I won't make your weapon. I won't.
Oh, but I think you will, Alexander.
Alexander Nevelsky.
Colonel?
Yuri.
You're a smart man
who knows he shouldn't
waste his true talent.
You said you wouldn't hurt them.
_
_
_
Your chemicals are on the way, Doctor.
Yuri.
TROY: My guy's name is Nic.
He can get kind of jumpy,
so let me deal with him.
- Jumpy?
- Cocaine's a hell of a drug.
Ah. Might've mentioned that earlier.
He's Troy's CI.
Just let him handle it.
♪ ♪
(laughs)
There he is, huh? The money man.
Oh. (growling laugh)
Crystal Scott. Grand Royal Bank.
Mmm.
She handles all my
accounts in the Caymans.
(laughs) I bet you do handle things.
Huh? (chuckles)
- Who's he?
- CRYSTAL: That's Martin.
He's with me.
Okay. Let's, uh, let's
talk in your office.
Yeah, of course.
The hell you doing
bringing two cops in here?
- You're gonna get me killed.
- Nic, shut up.
- Respect some basic rules, man.
- We want information.
There was a kidnapping in Bakersfield.
We think Chechen Mafia pulled the job.
How am I supposed to know
anything about that?
- You're tuned into those guys.
- Tuned in?
Maybe I hear some things
now and then. Heard zero about
the kidnapping the Obshina pulled.
Sorry you wasted a trip. Try
calling next time. Now get out.
- Cut the shit, Nic.
- What do you want from me?
Those guys scare me a lot
more than you do. So...
I have nothing to say.
Anything comes back to me,
you'll be talking to a dead man.
- Well, let's try that.
- (grunts)
One bullet.
Talk to a dead man.
Piss off.
- What are you doing?
- You Russians.
Something about the
way you play roulette,
it's... it's just not sporting.
Game's over too fast.
You only get to play once.
(whimpers) What the hell, man?
- Martin.
- This way...
we can play twice.
Oh, God.
Oh!
TROY: Martin, cool it.
Future progeny on the line.
I like that.
- Dimitri.
- Yeah, Dimitri.
- Dimitri who?
- I don't know his last name.
He came in last night,
he dropped a lot of cash.
H-He mentioned Bakersfield.
I said I'd seen it on the
news, and he nodded.
That's it. I swear.
Well...
we don't have all day.
Let's go find Dimitri.
This guy's taking forever.
Hope Dimitri's not smart
enough to bust him.
No more of that cowboy shit.
Like the roulette routine.
The gun wasn't loaded.
I just made you believe it was.
Loaded or not...
if it happens again I'm going to Gates.
You think the rules apply
to men like Dimitri?
Huh? Or the Founding Father?
- It's not the point.
- No, it's exactly the point.
If we have a loose
chemical weapon in L.A.,
it doesn't matter what rules we follow.
Cameras are live. You're all set.
- (engine starts)
- Maggie,
cameras are live.
MAGGIE: Thanks, Crystal.
A/V signal online.
We are...
eyes up.
Dimitri Groshkov.
Chechen mob enforcer,
suspected in two murders.
Wonder why he's still single.
It's him.
Who?
The officer from the dash cam video.
One of the kidnappers.
- Maggie, pull up the footage of...
- Already on it, sir.
Not the shooter, the other one.
72%... I can work
with those odds. People.
That's our suspect.
CRYSTAL: Should we bring Dimitri in?
No, Dimitri would just lawyer up
and we wouldn't be any closer
to finding the family.
Anything from the records sweep?
Maggie data-mined his
e-mail and phone records,
but there was no mention
of the Hubbards.
We could try to, uh, provoke Dimitri,
have him reach out to his
handlers about the kidnapping.
Provoke him how?
Use Troy's CI.
Have him invite Dimitri
to the club tonight.
This guy is mob muscle.
He yearns for status, respect.
Have Spencer Holt
offer his services.
It could spook him.
Then we'll offer him
an incentive to show up.
- An incentive?
- I hear
Spencer's banker is in town.
You up for it?
That sounds good.
I think it's our best option.
GATES: Considering the level of threat
and a victimized,
innocent family, I agree.
Get an operational plan
on my desk in one hour.
Martin?
Give me a minute.
What's up?
When we cleaned up
Bobby Mehta's computer,
we found some off-book
files for your eyes only.
Who is he?
McCOMBS: You really think
you're Martin Odum?
There is no Martin Odum.
Who am I?
(shouting): Who am I?!
You've known me almost eight years.
You can't trust me?
His name's...
Robert McCombs.
He's homeless, mentally ill.
He'd been following me.
I asked Bobby to ID him.
Right after Bobby died,
McCombs was murdered.
And you think Bobby's death
was somehow connected?
He told me
I'm not who I think I am.
That I'm somebody else.
That Martin Odum is just a legend.
You believed him?
I know he was crazy.
He just seemed, uh...
convincing.
What McCombs said...
don't mention that to
anyone else in the office.
Yeah.
Martin... you wouldn't be
the first undercover agent
to struggle coming out of a case.
I need you on active duty right
now, but when this is over,
I want you to take some personal time,
get your head together.
Yeah.
Here.
There you go. Excuse me.
(sniffing)
- Taco?
- No, thanks.
What do you want, Agent Rice?
You know, I have some more information
about that murder victim
you were asking me about.
Robert McCombs?
Yeah?
Yeah. Yeah, you know, the LAPD...
they found a couple more witnesses.
They were actually on that platform
the night McCombs got stabbed.
A matter of fact,
one of them even had some video.
Why didn't you tell me you were there?
Um, uh...
And what was that you
took from him? Was that a...
Was that a book? What was that?
I can't talk about an
ongoing investigation.
- You know, uh...
- Now, see, that hurts me, Marty.
Yeah, 'cause you said
that we were both on the
same team, remember?
What you were doing there?
Were you working undercover
on a case? What?
I didn't kill him.
- Who did?
- I don't know.
You don't know this about me yet,
but I don't drop the ball.
I do not fumble.
Oh, God.
Oh, Richard.
- (Richard groans)
- Oh, Jane, help me.
Get him onto the couch.
(door rumbles shut)
I'll get a washcloth.
(Richard groaning)
(water running)
Why are they doing this to us?
- What do they want?
- They want me.
Oh, want you for what?
Who are you?
I used to be a chemist
for the Russian military.
I used to make weapons.
Terrible,
destructive things.
You told me you taught at a university.
I wanted to leave Alexander
Nevelsky in the past.
It was an immoral life.
That's why I fled.
I knew when I met you
that my life could be saved.
And you did.
You saved my life.
(gasps)
I'm gonna get us out of here, I promise.
Maggie, can you hear me?
I hear ya.
Be advised, Troy says he will
meet you at the front door.
Stay together. Backup
will be 30 seconds out.
Remember, there's a lot of
innocent people at the club.
Make our moves tactical and precise.
We know who our target is.
I hope this works.
Damn it. This keeps popping open.
(sighs)
Let me help you.
Your pulse is rising.
Two shots of tequila when you get in.
Calm your nerves.
Just fix the clasp.
There you go.
This isn't lap dances and lingerie.
This is the Obshina.
They make you, they
kill me and Troy, too.
- No.
- I need to know you're up for this.
Don't patronize me, Martin.
I'm not the liability here.
You're the guy with the issues, not me.
- Ah.
- At least the Chechens are predictable.
You sure as hell aren't.
Certainly hope not.
Bourbon.
Hmm?
I don't like tequila.
Shot of bourbon then.
Might have one myself.
(loud crowd chatter,
dance music playing)
Hey, out, out.
Up.
MARTIN: Here's our guy.
Come.
Have a seat.
(mutters indistinctly)
Target's inside.
They're making their approach.
- Oh, here they are.
- Hey, hey.
Dimitri, meet my special friend, Spencer.
Spencer Holt.
And his lovely associate
Crystal.
A pleasure.
Welcome.
MARTIN: Troy's guy set a table.
Target's engaged.
Dimitri's got some muscle there.
Three men,
all armed.
Oh.
(sighs)
(two beeps)
MAGGIE: We're tapped into the signal.
Thanks, Martin.
Follow team?
MAN: In position, standing by.
Satellite's online, sir.
Video's up.
- To life. (laughter)
- To life.
I'm telling you, Dima,
Spence is like Gandalf
with money, okay?
What, the shorty with the hairy feet?
(laughter)
No, the...
Uh, the wizard, man.
You know, you should come down
to the Caymans some time.
I'll show you around.
I'd like to.
(laughs)
Damn, I can't hear myself think
- over this music.
- (laughter)
Let's go to Nic's office, huh?
Okay, let's go. Let's go upstairs.
(speaking Russian)
MARTIN: They're moving into the back.
I can't follow them.
MAGGIE: We're going to lose visual.
We do not have eyes in that back office.
DIMITRI: No, man, I think they could
help with our thing.
Our operation.
They move cash.
Yeah. Offshore.
I think you should get
the boss down here tonight.
Good. I'll let them know.
(speaking Russian)
AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE:
No, it hasn't come up,
but I'm telling you,
they could help with the Bakersfield thing.
(speaking Russian)
When that money drops from the Colonel...
The Colonel. Run that through Langley.
Cross-reference with Russian military
and organized crime databases.
MAGGIE: I'm trying to
trace the call, sir,
but it's going through
multiple exchanges. Tokyo.
Shanghai,
Istanbul, Kiev?
Pretty sophisticated tech
for the Chechen mob.
Who is this guy talking to?!
I'm locking in, sir.
Whoa.
The signal's right here
- in the city.
- Where?
- (trilling)
- We didn't get it, sir.
Crystal,
we didn't get the trace.
But we do know Dimitri's
boss, the Colonel,
is on the way to the club right now.
And, Crystal, watch yourself.
(whooping, inhales through teeth)
(laughing)
(laughs)
- You're drunk, girl.
- (laughs)
I'll only sleep with you if
you're for real, Dimitri.
It's bank policy.
- DIMITRI: Oh, I'm for real.
- CRYSTAL: Yeah?
DIMITRI: Trust me. I
just called my boss.
He's gonna be here
any minute now.
CRYSTAL: Mm.
Well, I can't wait to meet him.
Oh, he can't wait to meet you, too.
We're gonna do some business together.
Oh. Will you excuse me
while I powder my nose?
- Mm.
- (laughs)
(chirping)
_
Maggie, we've got visitors.
Where's Crystal and Troy?
MAGGIE: Troy is still with
the target, and I've lost
Crystal's signal. I told you
that we do not have eyes
in that back office.
Oh, these guys aren't right.
That's definitely not Dimitri's boss.
I'm going up there.
(gunfire)
- Oh, my God.
- Follow team,
move in!
(gunfire continues)
_
(gunshot)
(grunts)
(gunshots)
Crystal?
Crystal! Crystal!
(panting)
Troy.
Troy.
Crystal, come on!
(gunshots)
Come on!
- (siren wailing)
- Keep moving!
Move!
_
(tires screech)
(tires screech)
_
(tires screech)
(indistinct chatter)
- What's the count?
- Seven dead.
Our people?
I can't find Martin and Crystal.
Maybe they got out.
Sir...
Troy's dead.
Get this place locked down.
Nobody leaves.
Yes, sir. Everybody, I'm gonna need you
to come inside the
building with me, please.
What a goddamn mess.
Yes, sir.
He's ours.
(phone rings)
Martin, where are you?
We're at my place.
They got Troy.
I know.
I'm sorry.
How's Crystal?
She's okay.
We got too close, so they had
to cut out the loose ends.
Yeah, they sent pros to do it, too.
No way this is just Chechen mob.
Someone else is behind
this thing, Nelson.
They're organized.
They're financed.
We're gonna get these guys, Martin.
I'm gonna find out who killed him
and put a bullet in their head.
Rice, you put in for surveillance
on an active FBI agent?
Yeah, hold on. Before you get upset...
Whatever excuse you got,
it does not supersede
what I'm gonna catch for this, Tony.
This guy comes to me asking
me about the murder,
okay? Completely just
misrepresenting his involvement.
Oh, maybe he was working undercover.
Maybe it's none of your business.
Do me a favor,
don't mess with DCO operations.
I've got eyewitness video of Agent Odum
standing over the victim
and then fleeing the scene.
What am I gonna do with that?
Stick it in a box, send
it upstairs to OPR.
You let them handle this.
Oh, no. Screw OPR. This is
my case. I got this case.
Your surveillance request is denied.
Turn what you have over to OPR.
(dialing)
Hey. Yeah, what's up? This is
Tony over at Transpo Security.
Yes, the boss signed off on it,
just like I told you she would.
Of course.
No, no. Don't wait, okay?
She wants eyes on this
guy 24/7 right now.
Yeah.
Suspect's name?
Martin Odum.
Hey.
(clears throat)
Oh, I'm sorry to bother you.
No, it's okay.
What's the status?
We pulled the data off
of Dimitri's phones. Most of
the numbers that he called were
dumped right after the shooting,
so we didn't get anything.
W-What about the two gunmen
that came in the building?
Russian mob. We turned it
over to Organized Crime.
See if that gets us
- up the ladder any.
- Yeah.
- Thanks, Maggie.
- Mm-hmm.
I wanted to say I'm sorry.
I... didn't know Troy very well,
but...
Thank you.
(exhales)
GATES: This is a difficult time, I know.
But I need you to stay focused.
We can grieve when this is over.
Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt,
but I just saw this on the
regional threat matrix.
The burglary happened last night
at a warehouse in San Pedro.
Those canisters contain
phosphorous trichloride.
Those are the chemicals
used to produce VX gas.
Dad.
- JANE: Dad!
- SUSAN: Richard!
We estimate a 72 hour
window before we have
an unsanctioned VX chemical
weapon on U.S. soil.
I need to go back under, Nelson.
It's too soon.
The Bureau's gonna put
a lot of agents on this,
but you know they're not
gonna find this guy in time.
Hubbard and his family are
dead if we don't move now.
Who's the legend?
Dante can pick up the trail of
a loose WMD faster than anyone.
Dante Auerbach.
Lord of War.
Okay, Martin.
Let's do it.
(doorbell rings)
There you are.
- How was the park?
- Awesome.
And we have a surprise for you.
Yeah. A new set of dishes.
And an apology.
- Thanks.
- You should come with us
next time, Mom. Dad,
okay with you if Mom joins us?
Listen, Aiden,
uh, I think we'd better
play next week by ear.
There's a chance I'll be out of town.
Yeah, okay.
Maybe some other time.
- Sure.
- Aiden, honey, it's getting late.
Come inside and brush your teeth.
Good night, Dad.
Yeah, good night, son.
Are you going under again?
This is gonna kill you.
(sighs)
All right, that tracker's working.
I'll follow him tonight.
Got it?
(tires screeching)
(horn honks)
Where'd he go?
Come on. Talk to me.
Looks like he did a U-turn.
What?
I got him increasing speed on Victory.
Where the hell did he go?
We've got a weapons-grade
nerve agent out there,
which is why the op has been
escalated to level one priority.
Half the city is in the kill zone. My God.
We're facing the possibility
of mass casualties on
a domestic target.
Quantico expects DCO
to prevent an attack
like that here. And right now
we've got no solid leads,
and we have to pull out all the stops.
This is probably Martin's
most productive legend.
Dante Auerbach.
British arms dealer,
playboy, death merchant
and Lord of War.
Raised in council housing in Liverpool.
Oxford on scholarship,
dropped out at 19 to
volunteer for Afghanistan.
(gunshots)
Booted from Her Majesty's
for bootlegging whiskey
at Bagram.
That's charming.
Later maintained an entire
fleet of cargo planes,
supplying arms,
antibiotics and ammunition to both sides
of the Bosnia-Serbian War.
The role plays to his strengths.
Dante is a talker, a
convincer, a gambler.
Dante has an associate
he swears has a strong
lead on the VX sale.
Thinks his guy can get us the
supplier and Nevelsky's captors.
Sit back and watch.
It's his show now.
Nice to have you with
us again, Mr. Auerbach.
(grunting)
GATES: Martin is the
most naturally gifted
deep cover operative that we've got.
Three out of four shrinks
on the committee
found him unfit for duty.
There is no Martin Odum.
Everything about him is fake.
Need a favor, Bobby.
I'm hoping you can clean this
up enough to make an ID. _
My friend died trying
to find out who you are.
Meet me at Union Station.
I need to give you something.
(grunts)
Hey!
Who am I?!
There's a book, left pocket.
(radio playing)
MAN: I can't, not when
the mother's claiming
that I have it out for him.
WOMAN (chuckles): Do you?
(chuckles) He's hardly
showed up for class.
What kind of grade does she
think I'm gonna give him?
- Come on.
- Okay, you're right.
(siren wailing)
Is that...? Oh, man, was I speeding?
GIRL: No, Dad, they only
pull you over if you're not speeding.
Thank you, Jane, I appreciate that.
WOMAN: Quiet, Jane.
(indistinct radio transmission)
I hope he's a nice one.
License
and registration.
Here we go.
Your license is expired, sir.
Please step out of the vehicle.
- Out of the car, sir.
- What? I just renewed that last year.
- Now.
- Can't you just do what he says?
(sighs)
Please have a seat.
Why are they putting him in the car?
- (camera clicks)
- I'd like to know what I did.
_
_
Who the hell are you?
_
(siren whooping)
Why are they getting out of the car?
Fellas need a hand?
MAN: Hey!
Help! Help!
They're not real police! Help!
(gasps)
_
(whimpers)
- (starts engine)
- Who the hell are you?
Where, where are you taking me?
Where are you taking my family?
_
_
How are you sleeping?
Fine.
Mmm. How many hours a night?
Um, four or five.
Sexual function. Normal?
Exceptional.
So I'm told.
Describe your mood today.
I'm walking on sunshine. Look,
I'm just trying to settle in.
You know, readjust to
normal life and whatnot.
Why don't you just fill
in the rest? I'm fine.
Martin, your covert status
requires this evaluation.
Mm-hmm.
It's a condition of your employment.
Sure.
Um, could I get a coffee, please?
HALSTROM: Yeah.
He's dodging the questions,
and you know how he gets away with it.
(sighs)
We don't know if that
accent's even real.
What does the man have to
do to prove himself to you?
Convince me he's mentally fit for duty.
He saved your life.
The word that springs to mind is "hero."
HALSTROM: I know in your line
of work you've killed people.
Okay.
Flawed hero.
Criminals. It happens.
- HALSTROM: Why did you and Sonya
decide to separate? - (sighs)
Sir, if I can't control my operative,
- I can't do my job.
- MARTIN: None of your business.
Then request a transfer.
I'm happy to make a call.
HALSTROM: There are reasons
for asking these things, Martin.
Excuse me. I have a debrief
with the U.S. Attorney to prep for.
Relationships can affect an
undercover's state of mind.
Agent McGuire, I put you
and Martin together
because you're both the
best at what you do.
MARTIN: Jeopardizing the case.
That's your concern, isn't it?
You can make major cases here.
The DCO can be your
ticket to deputy ranks.
Washington.
Don't take the shot for granted.
Yes, sir.
HALSTROM: My concern
is your mental health.
After you two separated,
you went back under with the militia.
Then you disappeared for six months,
not one communication with your handler.
Did you contact Sonya at
all during that time?
- Or your son?
- Why is that relevant?
No, I didn't.
You've seen them since you came back?
SONYA: You disappear for weeks on end.
No calls, nothing. And
then you show up and you
don't even know who you
are half the time.
MARTIN: Well, you're not
giving me a chance here.
I'm out there.
I'm doing it. I'm doing
this for you and Aiden.
And you're not giving me a chance!
(clatter)
Dad?
Why are you breaking stuff?
Sonya and I will work it out.
How's Aiden handling the split?
He's fine.
You don't like talking about them.
Do you find that feelings
in your undercover work
affect your real life?
I keep my family away from what I do.
And I keep the kind of people
I deal with away from them.
Does forgetting them make
the legend feel more real?
Insofar as you can shut off
Martin Odum, you can...
You asked me the same
questions the last time we met.
Is it difficult to leave a legend behind
- when you're done?
- As I said
last time, no.
Security says you signed
in downstairs this morning
as Lincoln Dittmann.
- Did you know that?
- It was a joke.
When the Founding
Father was arrested...
...the Lincoln Dittmann
legend was exposed.
Did you have difficulty
saying good-bye?
MARTIN: A legend is an elaborate lie.
That's all.
Easy to walk away from.
HALSTROM: Since you came back,
have you had any thoughts of suicide?
Not my own, no.
Paranoia? Feeling like
- someone's out to get you?
- Someone often is.
Any memory loss?
Forgetting basic things?
No.
HALSTROM: Confusion of identity?
Not being able to tell your legends
from your real life?
I know who I am.
How'd the psych eval go?
Feeling much better now.
(both laugh)
We missed you at Bobby's funeral.
Yeah. I, uh... I had a thing.
With Aiden.
Well, you haven't seen him much.
No.
Bobby's folks, they
appreciated the flowers.
Oh, good.
Did you get a chance to follow
up on his autopsy, like I said?
I did.
No poisons, toxins,
nothing foreign in the blood.
M.E. is standing firm
on the cause of death.
It was not a homicide.
(sighs) 32 years old.
With a heart defect from birth.
M.E. says it was just a matter of time.
Now, I'd like to know why you're asking.
Just seemed unusual to me.
I got a briefing in a couple of minutes.
You want to talk after?
No, don't worry about it.
(grunting)
(man speaking Russian)
(grunts)
(grunts, moaning)
You're looking at a kidnapping that
occurred in Bakersfield last night.
The victims' car and the
suspects' police vehicle
were found torched outside of town.
No sign of the family.
Richard Hubbard is
a high school chemistry
teacher, Susan's a paralegal.
Uh, Jane, his daughter,
is an honor roll student.
They're your typical
middle-class faces in the crowd.
Pro kidnapping, low-level target?
Someone's got a secret.
I got a call from Langley this morning.
He's Russian?
Richard Hubbard's real name
is Dr. Alexander Nevelsky.
He is a chemist. Back then,
he was actively involved
in Russia's chemical weapons program.
Until the Mafia moved in.
And when Nevelsky discovered
they were selling VX nerve
gas on the black market,
he tried to blow the whistle.
They went after him, and
he came to us for asylum.
Fortunately, the intel he provided
allowed us to interdict most of the VX.
Most but not all.
How did he get to Bakersfield?
Langley relocated him.
Gave him a new identity.
We think his old Russian
friends have found him.
(man speaking Russian)
That's a Chechen dialect.
We're talking about
the Obshina... Chechen Mafia.
And that's why I'm here.
I understand DCO
may have a legend placed
inside the Chechen mob.
GATES: We won't confirm or deny
DCO's active legends, but we
may have an asset in play.
- What do you need?
- Well, I have teams running down leads,
talking to the local Russian community,
but we're not getting much traction.
And time is running out for this
family. Whatever information
that you can get from your sources...
Okay.
- Thank you, Agent Kitson.
- Thank you.
There's only two motives here.
They're gonna make VX to sell,
they're gonna make VX to use.
I don't like either of 'em.
Well, why would they make the weapon here
if they weren't gonna use it here?
GATES: Reach out to the NSA,
see if they've heard any chatter
from the usual suspects...
Al-Qaeda, domestic militias...
Okay. Got it.
I'm the new girl,
so...
who is the asset?
Troy runs a CI who's pretty
dialed in to the Russian mob.
Operates an underground club downtown.
A lot of the clientele are Chechen.
A lot of them are with the Obshina.
They use the club to launder
cash for drugs and prostitution.
I show up at the club a
few times a month as a...
genius money guy named Spencer Holt.
My CI introduces me around.
It's been an intelligence gold mine.
What's Spencer's story?
Disgraced tax attorney.
Ten months out of the
pen for wire fraud.
He lost his law license,
now he's using his skills
to launder criminal cash.
Sweat your CI, work the Chechen angle.
See what pops on the kidnapping.
Take Martin as backup.
(door opens)
(gasps)
- Dad, Dad.
- Richard.
(gasps) Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, are you okay?
Did they hurt you?
I was so worried.
_
_
Who are these people?
What do they want with us?
I don't know.
JANE: I'm scared, Dad.
No, shh, shh, shh, shh, w-we're
gonna be okay, sweetheart,
we're gonna be okay.
_
- Yes, we know who you are.
- I don't know
what you're talking about.
My name is Richard Hubbard.
_
_
Richard? Who is that?
_
(man cackles)
Of course he speaks Russian. Huh?
You didn't know?
- (door clicks shut)
- Who are you?
Susan...
Please let me explain.
Who are you?
Excuse me. Special Agent Rice?
- He's over there.
- Donnie, I'm telling you,
I don't care, man. I'm talking about
- what the man's achieved...
- Yeah, I'm still holding, unfortunately.
Best cornerback in the league...
can say whatever the hell
- he wants to say, period. To anybody.
- Agent Rice.
Martin Odum.
I, uh, I work upstairs in DCO.
You cover the city's
subways and trains, yeah?
Yeah, planes, trains, and automobiles.
What can I do for you?
I, um...
There was a murder two days ago.
Homeless guy stabbed on the
subway platform at Civic Center.
Wondered if, uh, LAPD had looped you in?
Yeah. Any major crime on the subway,
they copy us on the report.
Yup, here it is. It's, uh,
male, black.
Single stab wound to the
mid-abdominal region.
He died on the scene.
Anything else you can tell me?
Uh, well, it's a...
homeless guy got shivved.
Nobody saw anything. Looks like
the surveillance camera
aimed at where he died...
had been disabled.
Uh, how about an ID on the victim?
Is there anything like that?
You know what, you're gonna have to see
the boss on that one.
I was hoping we could do this
in a more unofficial capacity.
So, kind of, like, out of the...
the goodness of my heart capacity?
Oh, come on, we're all
on the same team here.
(short chuckle)
All right.
He had some prints on file.
Was Robert McCombs, age 45,
former Marine, had some
mental health issues.
Spent most of his time in a hospital,
the rest on the street.
He was crazy?
Yeah, yeah, he was crazy.
Kind of like Syd Barrett, mate.
So why do you want to know?
Um, I'm not authorized to say.
(phone rings)
- Aiden, hi.
- Hey, Dad.
- How are you?
- Mom said I could call you if I wanted.
Well, I'm glad you did.
(chuckles)
Listen, I-I'm sorry
about the other night.
I was out of line and I
know it's no excuse,
but I'm sorry, anyway.
You should get Mom some new dishes.
Yeah, I think you're right.
(laughs)
Listen, um,
how about, uh,
how about we go shopping, then, huh?
I'll take you out for dinner. F-Friday?
I got to check my schedule.
Should probably ask Mom, too.
- But I'll make her say yes.
- Okay.
- I-I'll see you then.
- See you.
- Love you, son.
- Love you, too.
Oh, God, no.
(grunting)
(grunts)
No.
Aah!
Now you make the VX.
(groans)
No.
No, I won't do it.
I won't do it, do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
I won't make your weapon. I won't.
Oh, but I think you will, Alexander.
Alexander Nevelsky.
Colonel?
Yuri.
You're a smart man
who knows he shouldn't
waste his true talent.
You said you wouldn't hurt them.
_
_
_
Your chemicals are on the way, Doctor.
Yuri.
TROY: My guy's name is Nic.
He can get kind of jumpy,
so let me deal with him.
- Jumpy?
- Cocaine's a hell of a drug.
Ah. Might've mentioned that earlier.
He's Troy's CI.
Just let him handle it.
♪ ♪
(laughs)
There he is, huh? The money man.
Oh. (growling laugh)
Crystal Scott. Grand Royal Bank.
Mmm.
She handles all my
accounts in the Caymans.
(laughs) I bet you do handle things.
Huh? (chuckles)
- Who's he?
- CRYSTAL: That's Martin.
He's with me.
Okay. Let's, uh, let's
talk in your office.
Yeah, of course.
The hell you doing
bringing two cops in here?
- You're gonna get me killed.
- Nic, shut up.
- Respect some basic rules, man.
- We want information.
There was a kidnapping in Bakersfield.
We think Chechen Mafia pulled the job.
How am I supposed to know
anything about that?
- You're tuned into those guys.
- Tuned in?
Maybe I hear some things
now and then. Heard zero about
the kidnapping the Obshina pulled.
Sorry you wasted a trip. Try
calling next time. Now get out.
- Cut the shit, Nic.
- What do you want from me?
Those guys scare me a lot
more than you do. So...
I have nothing to say.
Anything comes back to me,
you'll be talking to a dead man.
- Well, let's try that.
- (grunts)
One bullet.
Talk to a dead man.
Piss off.
- What are you doing?
- You Russians.
Something about the
way you play roulette,
it's... it's just not sporting.
Game's over too fast.
You only get to play once.
(whimpers) What the hell, man?
- Martin.
- This way...
we can play twice.
Oh, God.
Oh!
TROY: Martin, cool it.
Future progeny on the line.
I like that.
- Dimitri.
- Yeah, Dimitri.
- Dimitri who?
- I don't know his last name.
He came in last night,
he dropped a lot of cash.
H-He mentioned Bakersfield.
I said I'd seen it on the
news, and he nodded.
That's it. I swear.
Well...
we don't have all day.
Let's go find Dimitri.
This guy's taking forever.
Hope Dimitri's not smart
enough to bust him.
No more of that cowboy shit.
Like the roulette routine.
The gun wasn't loaded.
I just made you believe it was.
Loaded or not...
if it happens again I'm going to Gates.
You think the rules apply
to men like Dimitri?
Huh? Or the Founding Father?
- It's not the point.
- No, it's exactly the point.
If we have a loose
chemical weapon in L.A.,
it doesn't matter what rules we follow.
Cameras are live. You're all set.
- (engine starts)
- Maggie,
cameras are live.
MAGGIE: Thanks, Crystal.
A/V signal online.
We are...
eyes up.
Dimitri Groshkov.
Chechen mob enforcer,
suspected in two murders.
Wonder why he's still single.
It's him.
Who?
The officer from the dash cam video.
One of the kidnappers.
- Maggie, pull up the footage of...
- Already on it, sir.
Not the shooter, the other one.
72%... I can work
with those odds. People.
That's our suspect.
CRYSTAL: Should we bring Dimitri in?
No, Dimitri would just lawyer up
and we wouldn't be any closer
to finding the family.
Anything from the records sweep?
Maggie data-mined his
e-mail and phone records,
but there was no mention
of the Hubbards.
We could try to, uh, provoke Dimitri,
have him reach out to his
handlers about the kidnapping.
Provoke him how?
Use Troy's CI.
Have him invite Dimitri
to the club tonight.
This guy is mob muscle.
He yearns for status, respect.
Have Spencer Holt
offer his services.
It could spook him.
Then we'll offer him
an incentive to show up.
- An incentive?
- I hear
Spencer's banker is in town.
You up for it?
That sounds good.
I think it's our best option.
GATES: Considering the level of threat
and a victimized,
innocent family, I agree.
Get an operational plan
on my desk in one hour.
Martin?
Give me a minute.
What's up?
When we cleaned up
Bobby Mehta's computer,
we found some off-book
files for your eyes only.
Who is he?
McCOMBS: You really think
you're Martin Odum?
There is no Martin Odum.
Who am I?
(shouting): Who am I?!
You've known me almost eight years.
You can't trust me?
His name's...
Robert McCombs.
He's homeless, mentally ill.
He'd been following me.
I asked Bobby to ID him.
Right after Bobby died,
McCombs was murdered.
And you think Bobby's death
was somehow connected?
He told me
I'm not who I think I am.
That I'm somebody else.
That Martin Odum is just a legend.
You believed him?
I know he was crazy.
He just seemed, uh...
convincing.
What McCombs said...
don't mention that to
anyone else in the office.
Yeah.
Martin... you wouldn't be
the first undercover agent
to struggle coming out of a case.
I need you on active duty right
now, but when this is over,
I want you to take some personal time,
get your head together.
Yeah.
Here.
There you go. Excuse me.
(sniffing)
- Taco?
- No, thanks.
What do you want, Agent Rice?
You know, I have some more information
about that murder victim
you were asking me about.
Robert McCombs?
Yeah?
Yeah. Yeah, you know, the LAPD...
they found a couple more witnesses.
They were actually on that platform
the night McCombs got stabbed.
A matter of fact,
one of them even had some video.
Why didn't you tell me you were there?
Um, uh...
And what was that you
took from him? Was that a...
Was that a book? What was that?
I can't talk about an
ongoing investigation.
- You know, uh...
- Now, see, that hurts me, Marty.
Yeah, 'cause you said
that we were both on the
same team, remember?
What you were doing there?
Were you working undercover
on a case? What?
I didn't kill him.
- Who did?
- I don't know.
You don't know this about me yet,
but I don't drop the ball.
I do not fumble.
Oh, God.
Oh, Richard.
- (Richard groans)
- Oh, Jane, help me.
Get him onto the couch.
(door rumbles shut)
I'll get a washcloth.
(Richard groaning)
(water running)
Why are they doing this to us?
- What do they want?
- They want me.
Oh, want you for what?
Who are you?
I used to be a chemist
for the Russian military.
I used to make weapons.
Terrible,
destructive things.
You told me you taught at a university.
I wanted to leave Alexander
Nevelsky in the past.
It was an immoral life.
That's why I fled.
I knew when I met you
that my life could be saved.
And you did.
You saved my life.
(gasps)
I'm gonna get us out of here, I promise.
Maggie, can you hear me?
I hear ya.
Be advised, Troy says he will
meet you at the front door.
Stay together. Backup
will be 30 seconds out.
Remember, there's a lot of
innocent people at the club.
Make our moves tactical and precise.
We know who our target is.
I hope this works.
Damn it. This keeps popping open.
(sighs)
Let me help you.
Your pulse is rising.
Two shots of tequila when you get in.
Calm your nerves.
Just fix the clasp.
There you go.
This isn't lap dances and lingerie.
This is the Obshina.
They make you, they
kill me and Troy, too.
- No.
- I need to know you're up for this.
Don't patronize me, Martin.
I'm not the liability here.
You're the guy with the issues, not me.
- Ah.
- At least the Chechens are predictable.
You sure as hell aren't.
Certainly hope not.
Bourbon.
Hmm?
I don't like tequila.
Shot of bourbon then.
Might have one myself.
(loud crowd chatter,
dance music playing)
Hey, out, out.
Up.
MARTIN: Here's our guy.
Come.
Have a seat.
(mutters indistinctly)
Target's inside.
They're making their approach.
- Oh, here they are.
- Hey, hey.
Dimitri, meet my special friend, Spencer.
Spencer Holt.
And his lovely associate
Crystal.
A pleasure.
Welcome.
MARTIN: Troy's guy set a table.
Target's engaged.
Dimitri's got some muscle there.
Three men,
all armed.
Oh.
(sighs)
(two beeps)
MAGGIE: We're tapped into the signal.
Thanks, Martin.
Follow team?
MAN: In position, standing by.
Satellite's online, sir.
Video's up.
- To life. (laughter)
- To life.
I'm telling you, Dima,
Spence is like Gandalf
with money, okay?
What, the shorty with the hairy feet?
(laughter)
No, the...
Uh, the wizard, man.
You know, you should come down
to the Caymans some time.
I'll show you around.
I'd like to.
(laughs)
Damn, I can't hear myself think
- over this music.
- (laughter)
Let's go to Nic's office, huh?
Okay, let's go. Let's go upstairs.
(speaking Russian)
MARTIN: They're moving into the back.
I can't follow them.
MAGGIE: We're going to lose visual.
We do not have eyes in that back office.
DIMITRI: No, man, I think they could
help with our thing.
Our operation.
They move cash.
Yeah. Offshore.
I think you should get
the boss down here tonight.
Good. I'll let them know.
(speaking Russian)
AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE:
No, it hasn't come up,
but I'm telling you,
they could help with the Bakersfield thing.
(speaking Russian)
When that money drops from the Colonel...
The Colonel. Run that through Langley.
Cross-reference with Russian military
and organized crime databases.
MAGGIE: I'm trying to
trace the call, sir,
but it's going through
multiple exchanges. Tokyo.
Shanghai,
Istanbul, Kiev?
Pretty sophisticated tech
for the Chechen mob.
Who is this guy talking to?!
I'm locking in, sir.
Whoa.
The signal's right here
- in the city.
- Where?
- (trilling)
- We didn't get it, sir.
Crystal,
we didn't get the trace.
But we do know Dimitri's
boss, the Colonel,
is on the way to the club right now.
And, Crystal, watch yourself.
(whooping, inhales through teeth)
(laughing)
(laughs)
- You're drunk, girl.
- (laughs)
I'll only sleep with you if
you're for real, Dimitri.
It's bank policy.
- DIMITRI: Oh, I'm for real.
- CRYSTAL: Yeah?
DIMITRI: Trust me. I
just called my boss.
He's gonna be here
any minute now.
CRYSTAL: Mm.
Well, I can't wait to meet him.
Oh, he can't wait to meet you, too.
We're gonna do some business together.
Oh. Will you excuse me
while I powder my nose?
- Mm.
- (laughs)
(chirping)
_
Maggie, we've got visitors.
Where's Crystal and Troy?
MAGGIE: Troy is still with
the target, and I've lost
Crystal's signal. I told you
that we do not have eyes
in that back office.
Oh, these guys aren't right.
That's definitely not Dimitri's boss.
I'm going up there.
(gunfire)
- Oh, my God.
- Follow team,
move in!
(gunfire continues)
_
(gunshot)
(grunts)
(gunshots)
Crystal?
Crystal! Crystal!
(panting)
Troy.
Troy.
Crystal, come on!
(gunshots)
Come on!
- (siren wailing)
- Keep moving!
Move!
_
(tires screech)
(tires screech)
_
(tires screech)
(indistinct chatter)
- What's the count?
- Seven dead.
Our people?
I can't find Martin and Crystal.
Maybe they got out.
Sir...
Troy's dead.
Get this place locked down.
Nobody leaves.
Yes, sir. Everybody, I'm gonna need you
to come inside the
building with me, please.
What a goddamn mess.
Yes, sir.
He's ours.
(phone rings)
Martin, where are you?
We're at my place.
They got Troy.
I know.
I'm sorry.
How's Crystal?
She's okay.
We got too close, so they had
to cut out the loose ends.
Yeah, they sent pros to do it, too.
No way this is just Chechen mob.
Someone else is behind
this thing, Nelson.
They're organized.
They're financed.
We're gonna get these guys, Martin.
I'm gonna find out who killed him
and put a bullet in their head.
Rice, you put in for surveillance
on an active FBI agent?
Yeah, hold on. Before you get upset...
Whatever excuse you got,
it does not supersede
what I'm gonna catch for this, Tony.
This guy comes to me asking
me about the murder,
okay? Completely just
misrepresenting his involvement.
Oh, maybe he was working undercover.
Maybe it's none of your business.
Do me a favor,
don't mess with DCO operations.
I've got eyewitness video of Agent Odum
standing over the victim
and then fleeing the scene.
What am I gonna do with that?
Stick it in a box, send
it upstairs to OPR.
You let them handle this.
Oh, no. Screw OPR. This is
my case. I got this case.
Your surveillance request is denied.
Turn what you have over to OPR.
(dialing)
Hey. Yeah, what's up? This is
Tony over at Transpo Security.
Yes, the boss signed off on it,
just like I told you she would.
Of course.
No, no. Don't wait, okay?
She wants eyes on this
guy 24/7 right now.
Yeah.
Suspect's name?
Martin Odum.
Hey.
(clears throat)
Oh, I'm sorry to bother you.
No, it's okay.
What's the status?
We pulled the data off
of Dimitri's phones. Most of
the numbers that he called were
dumped right after the shooting,
so we didn't get anything.
W-What about the two gunmen
that came in the building?
Russian mob. We turned it
over to Organized Crime.
See if that gets us
- up the ladder any.
- Yeah.
- Thanks, Maggie.
- Mm-hmm.
I wanted to say I'm sorry.
I... didn't know Troy very well,
but...
Thank you.
(exhales)
GATES: This is a difficult time, I know.
But I need you to stay focused.
We can grieve when this is over.
Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt,
but I just saw this on the
regional threat matrix.
The burglary happened last night
at a warehouse in San Pedro.
Those canisters contain
phosphorous trichloride.
Those are the chemicals
used to produce VX gas.
Dad.
- JANE: Dad!
- SUSAN: Richard!
We estimate a 72 hour
window before we have
an unsanctioned VX chemical
weapon on U.S. soil.
I need to go back under, Nelson.
It's too soon.
The Bureau's gonna put
a lot of agents on this,
but you know they're not
gonna find this guy in time.
Hubbard and his family are
dead if we don't move now.
Who's the legend?
Dante can pick up the trail of
a loose WMD faster than anyone.
Dante Auerbach.
Lord of War.
Okay, Martin.
Let's do it.
(doorbell rings)
There you are.
- How was the park?
- Awesome.
And we have a surprise for you.
Yeah. A new set of dishes.
And an apology.
- Thanks.
- You should come with us
next time, Mom. Dad,
okay with you if Mom joins us?
Listen, Aiden,
uh, I think we'd better
play next week by ear.
There's a chance I'll be out of town.
Yeah, okay.
Maybe some other time.
- Sure.
- Aiden, honey, it's getting late.
Come inside and brush your teeth.
Good night, Dad.
Yeah, good night, son.
Are you going under again?
This is gonna kill you.
(sighs)
All right, that tracker's working.
I'll follow him tonight.
Got it?
(tires screeching)
(horn honks)
Where'd he go?
Come on. Talk to me.
Looks like he did a U-turn.
What?
I got him increasing speed on Victory.
Where the hell did he go?
We've got a weapons-grade
nerve agent out there,
which is why the op has been
escalated to level one priority.
Half the city is in the kill zone. My God.
We're facing the possibility
of mass casualties on
a domestic target.
Quantico expects DCO
to prevent an attack
like that here. And right now
we've got no solid leads,
and we have to pull out all the stops.
This is probably Martin's
most productive legend.
Dante Auerbach.
British arms dealer,
playboy, death merchant
and Lord of War.
Raised in council housing in Liverpool.
Oxford on scholarship,
dropped out at 19 to
volunteer for Afghanistan.
(gunshots)
Booted from Her Majesty's
for bootlegging whiskey
at Bagram.
That's charming.
Later maintained an entire
fleet of cargo planes,
supplying arms,
antibiotics and ammunition to both sides
of the Bosnia-Serbian War.
The role plays to his strengths.
Dante is a talker, a
convincer, a gambler.
Dante has an associate
he swears has a strong
lead on the VX sale.
Thinks his guy can get us the
supplier and Nevelsky's captors.
Sit back and watch.
It's his show now.
Nice to have you with
us again, Mr. Auerbach.