Taken (2017–2018): Season 2, Episode 8 - Strelochnik - full transcript
Hart takes a solo mission to track down the mentor who betrayed her; the team tries to locate her.
Where are you again?
I'm at DefCon in Dubai,
drumming up business.
Middle East? Must be scorching.
Yeah, I'm melting.
Shouldn't you be enjoying your time off?
If I wanted time off, I
would've run for Congress.
Santana and Kilroy are
coming by tomorrow...
To help with the inventory.
When do you think you'll be back?
Uh, just a couple of days, but I need
you to hold down the fort until then.
Wait. Is that a train whistle?
I gotta go, they're about to
start an anti-piracy demo
on a mock-up of a supertanker.
- Take care.
- All aboard.
Last call for passengers
departing Chita station.
Okay.
Viktor.
I have a gift for you.
In America, they must hand
out credit cards like candy.
At 18% interest,
the minimum payments
must have been difficult
for a U.S. Embassy Secretary
who gets paid mere rubles.
I make due.
Yes.
But you forgot to mention
your relationship
with expensive watches
on your application
for a security clearance
with the State Department.
That omission is a felony.
Be a shame if it was anonymously
reported to your FBI.
What do you want?
Ouf, nothing, really.
Eh, maybe a small thing.
Perhaps you could keep your ears open.
Maybe copy some harmless
paperwork once in a while.
Administrative stuff,
nothing classified.
And you would make my debts disappear?
This could be arranged.
Mm.
There's only one problem with
this little arrangement.
And what is that?
I don't actually work at
the State Department.
But I do work in information processing,
and our frequent meetings
have provided me
with the opportunity to
process your travel patterns,
like the time I followed you
after a meeting in Gorky Park
to the Ritz off Red Square.
You remember Sasha?
The Russian Defense Minister's wife?
The same Defense Minister who oversees
all of your military prisons in Siberia.
Ooh, must be so cold there right now.
The cells must be like freezers.
But then again, you would be lucky
if you ended up in prison.
So, unfortunately, Viktor,
not only am I not going
to be working for you,
but you now work for me.
How'd it go?
- Mission success.
- Ah, congratulations.
I never doubted you for a second.
Well, you might be the only one.
Even the chief of station
thought I was insane
when I told him I was gonna
recruit an FSB agent.
Well, fortune favors the brave.
Indeed.
But you know, I gotta say,
it's a lot easier these
days, I mean, when I was...
Back in Berlin in the '80s?
I get it, I'm an old
car in a young track.
Time to move on.
You know, when we met in the Balkans...
- Mm-hmm.
- I found your old-school charm
to be quite debonair.
Well, it was your first mission, you...
didn't know any better.
But I bet you could teach
me a thing or two.
Oh, this old body's vintage, but...
The engine is... Has
the same horsepower.
- Prove it.
- Ah.
Mmm.
Come back here for a second.
Ah, what happened after Tuscany?
- What happened after Tuscany?
- Mm-hmm.
Well, your letters, I
used to look forward
to each and every one
of them, and then...
Then they stopped.
Wouldn't have to write if we...
Lived together.
Don't you ever wonder
what it would be like
if we had given it a shot?
I never knew you felt so strongly.
And to prove it, there is a train
going through Tuscany next week,
with a first-class cabin open.
What do you say?
I can't do Tuscany right now.
But, you know, Provence
will be quiet next month.
I'm gonna take that as a yes.
I have to run.
Go save the world.
You know, the intelligence
Viktor could provide
might earn you that
chief of station job.
What're you saying, that you're
going after the Russkies
nuclear submarine blueprints?
No.
Strategic contentions in Georgia?
Ukraine?
I'm going after Farewell.
Okay, hold on, Schumacher.
- Farewell?
- Mm-hmm.
He's killed at least a
dozen of our assets.
Rumor is he's killed their families too,
just as a warning to make sure
that no one else defects.
All the more reason he should
be brought in from the cold.
And you don't think you're biting off
more than you can chew?
You gotta bait your hook
to catch your fish,
and I've got a fantastic piece of bait.
It's dangerous.
Not just for Viktor, but for you.
When are you planning
on meeting him again?
You were the one who always
told me to keep meet details
between a handler and an asset.
In addition to overseeing
this operation,
I'm also your backup handler.
Besides, Viktor could be
leading you into a trap.
Look, I know how you were trained.
I trained you. I respect that, I do.
I meant what I said
in every one of those letters.
I care about you.
Tomorrow.
1400 at a park on the
outskirts of St. Petersburg.
A park? It's too open.
You don't have control of
the exits or the entrances.
You meet him on the St. Petersburg line,
between Luka and Malaya,
between the lunch crowd and rush hour.
- It'll be a ghost train.
- Okay.
St. Petersburg line it is.
Good.
Thank you.
I gotta go save the world.
Viktor.
- Who did this?
- Farewell.
Farewell.
Stay with me.
Can you direct me to
sleeping berth number two?
- You want to be three cars up.
- Thank you.
I appreciate you coming in early
to help out, cyber soldier.
No place I'd rather be on my day off.
Santana, do you happen to have
any hair of the dog in there?
I got a bottle of Thai whiskey that will
burn the skin off your tongue.
That's fine.
I don't need my tongue.
Knock yourself out.
Might wanna pace yourself.
The boss is out of town.
Are you kidding?
Now that that mother of dragon is out
milking the military-industrial cow,
I can finally have an opportunity to
abuse some telomeres.
- Telomeres?
- Telomeres, man.
They're the tips of your chromosomes.
Their length is the best
predictor of lifespan.
Research shows that you live longer
if you train your chromosomes
to rebuild your telomeres
after doing a little damage.
Wow, I'm gonna live forever.
Just don't forget the rebuilding part.
Oh, God.
Mills, you've been in this lockbox?
- No, what's in it?
- Backlog passports.
And somebody has
definitely been in here.
And someone has been eating my porridge.
Someone hacked into your system?
Somebody logged in and tried
to cover their tracks.
Looks like they were
searching for... oh, wow.
Who's that?
That looks like a
picture that Hart aged,
using this algorithm I gave her,
and then she used facial
recognition to match the photo
to a Russian passport,
belonging to some guy
- named Kasparov.
- Never heard of him.
And then she tracked that passport
to a train reservation and...
Go figure, Russia.
Didn't she used to work there?
Yeah, but that was almost 20 years ago.
You don't think Hart went to Russia.
No, I just spoke to her last night.
She said she was at DefCon in Dubai.
W-why would she lie?
A train.
He's gone mobile.
But she'd need a fake
passport to get into Russia.
Yeah, well, she's got one.
Our Czech passport is missing.
Run that passport number now.
Yeah, there's a ticket
under this passport
from Chita to Vladivostok on
the Trans-Siberian Railway,
the same train as Kasparov.
Why would Hart risk
infiltrating Russia illegally?
To track this guy Kasparov
down from the photo?
You know, a while ago,
she mentioned a man
she worked with in Moscow
that betrayed her.
Something she never really got over.
Oh, that is not good.
Hart's gone to Russia to hunt him down.
Let me guess.
You have a train to catch.
I didn't expect you back so soon.
- You manipulated me.
- What can I say?
There was already a better
offer on the table.
Is everything just a negotiation to you?
You know, all those letters,
were those just bargaining chips?
You're letting emotion
get in the way of logic.
Wait, what... what logic?
I am talking about us.
The logic of me dedicating my
life to serving my country,
just to be passed over, tossed aside,
when a new wind blew in.
You killed my asset
over a damn promotion?
You of all people should know
how much I sacrificed for this mission.
It's not just about the promotion.
20 years I busted my ass, and for what?
I'll be lucky to get a
private security job,
staring at Walmart parking lots
- for 50k a year.
- So it was just about greed?
You chose a couple of dollars
over what we shared?
More like a couple of million rubles.
I let you in.
And you lied to me.
I don't even know who you are.
And I don't know if I'm
more disappointed in you
or... you know what?
Forget about it, forget I said it.
You got a great closing argument.
Let's see how it goes over
with a jury back home.
If it helps any,
I feel awful about betraying
a former protégé.
Protégé?
And selling out one of
your assets to Farewell.
Farewell? You're working with Farewell?
I knew that would hurt.
You're officially persona non grata.
Your diplomatic visa has been revoked
because you're not actually a secretary
working for the State Department.
I'd feel worse if I didn't
know you'd land on your feet.
Just one more question.
Was any of it real?
Bosnia, Tuscany, the letters.
Was any of it real?
Back then.
I really...
Sorry, gotta run.
Just remember one thing
for your next assignment,
the first lesson I ever taught you.
Never take your eyes off your source.
How long have you been
working this line?
- 30 years.
- Mm.
- I've always loved trains.
- Mm?
I find them nostalgic, don't you?
As long as they run on time,
they can be whatever
you want them to be.
You Russian?
- Czech Republic.
- Ah, yeah.
I'm on my way to visit
my boyfriend, Nikolai.
He's an oil minister in Vladivostok.
- Mm.
- The only problem is,
when I booked my tickets,
all the sleeping berths were taken.
Perhaps there's an opening?
No, they're all taken.
Well, let me see that.
As I said, they're all full.
I'm heartbroken.
All right, I've got a berth coming up
after the next station, but
less than 24 hours' time,
that is best I can do, okay?
What's a little delay for
a place to lie down?
Your boyfriend, Nikolai...
He, uh, travels this line a lot, huh?
I know because I share
my Vitros with him.
Nikolai only smokes Dachas.
Have a good journey.
So if Hart got on the
train at Chita station,
how do we intercept her?
Well, by my calculations,
you'd never make it
to the next stop in time.
You'd have to go to Khabarovsk,
which is the second to last stop.
Great. Book two tickets.
Oh, you guys, you can't
just waltz into Russia
on a couple of fake passports
after that little stunt
you pulled at the Russian
opera a couple of
weeks ago. They'll spot
you in a heartbeat.
Well, then we go in under the radar.
Well, you're gonna have to talk to
swap meet over here about that.
Oh, that's cute.
Let me see Eastern Russia.
The Japanese Yakuza use this water route
to smuggle Afghan heroin
aboard fishing trawlers
into Sapporo.
Is this the part where you tell us that
a Yakuza boss owes you a favor?
Tanaka-San actually prefers
to be called sensei
and not boss.
He teaches painting with watercolors
- and they are really lovely.
- Oh, wow, that is fascinating.
But he doesn't owe me the
favor; I owe him one.
And you know what? It's a long story...
We haven't got time for this.
We have to get moving.
She is out there alone, exposed.
Did it ever occur to you
that maybe she's going solo
for a reason, you know?
Like Superwoman, you
know, with a pantsuit.
Has it occurred to you
that she's put herself
in one hell of a situation
to settle an old score?
She is behind enemy lines in Russia,
home to the most capable
intelligence service
outside of the U.S., and
she's worked there before,
so they know her.
You don't go visiting old
battlefields without backup,
and I can tell you that from experience.
For all we know, she could
be walking into a trap.
She's a capable spook, man.
She can handle herself.
If it wasn't for Hart,
you'd still be cleaning
crappers in Sing Sing
with your own toothbrush.
No one cares about this
unit more than her.
That's why I said,
"What're we waiting for?"
Didn't I say that?
So let's go, now!
- You said that?
- Yeah.
- Call you from Sapporo.
- Send me a postcard.
Maybe also a sex doll.
Or some top-shelf sake, you
know, for the telomeres.
He's kind of hot when he's angry.
Can I help you?
My apologies, I...
I thought my friend was
in berth number two.
That's understandable.
Mr. Kasparov offered to switch tickets.
What was your seat number?
It was first come, first serve.
Wish I could be of more help.
Just to be certain we're
talking about the same man,
he's 6 feet tall, a
Caucasian, dark hair.
Sounds like him,
except he was wearing a gray hat.
Thank you.
I still can't shake this feeling
that I'm being followed.
We moved cars.
A little extra precaution was warranted,
considering I don't leave
the suburbs of Chita very often.
You've got me to protect you.
Protect me? Or keep an eye on me?
Maybe you could take the team,
sweep the train one more time.
We swept before you got there.
It's safe.
I thought I taught you at
the academy never to assume
that anything's ever safe.
The CIA isn't just gonna
forget about a defector,
especially one that helped
take out a prized asset.
You guys give me three
days of leave a year,
The least you can do is
allow me some peace of mind
during that time.
Besides, your bosses
wouldn't be too happy
if the guy who taught them CIA
tradecraft wound up dead.
I'll check again.
Wouldn't want our favorite
instructor feeling unsafe.
Tanaka-San, I have a request.
My friend and I would like passage
on one of your fishing trawlers
leaving for Russia tonight.
Still owe me for saving those dolphins.
While I appreciate your
contribution to our planet,
I really did you the favor.
That cold meat is tainted with mercury.
It ends up in children's school lunches.
You have two kids in
public school, right?
Besides...
I thought this 13th-century
Kamakura katana
paid my debts in full.
Everything was made
better in the old days,
but that was restitution
for the men I lost.
Okay, well, if that's the case,
how about I kill two
debts with one stone.
And how do you plan to do that?
By eliminating three ninjas
who plan to assassinate you.
Your friend reads too much anime.
Some of your men have
already sold you out.
They're just lying in wait to figure out
who else to take down with you.
Ain't that right, fellas?
Wow, this is good quality steel.
Almost as good as the Vikings.
So, Tanaka-San,
do we have a deal?
For your journey.
Would you mind if I held onto this too?
She's still not picking up.
She's in trouble, I know it.
Try this.
Deadens the nerves.
It might unleash the inner Kraken,
but it's not gonna get
us to Russia any faster.
Yeah.
- What's up, Kilroy?
- You guys kill any Yakuza yet?
That was so two hours ago.
What do you got?
I called an old associate
whose name may or may not
rhyme with Snedward Owden,
and he shared some files with me
that he, uh, borrowed from
the CIA a little while back.
- Borrowed?
- Well, you know,
he's still a young man,
he's got plenty of time
to return them.
Anyway, then I was able
to match the photo that Hart aged
with a CIA officer named
Thomas Donovan, right?
And get this, he was serving in Croatia
at the same time that Hart
was serving in Bosnia.
Signed off on a bunch of
her intelligence reports
as her supervisor.
So Hart was talking
about Donovan when she
referred to someone who betrayed her.
Yeah, but that's just the start.
They crossed paths again a few
years later again in Moscow.
Okay, he signed off on
some recruitment reports
in one of her source dossiers.
- Who was the source?
- Uh, unfortunately,
it's either a rectangle of black ink
or, you know, it's redacted.
Data masked to conceal his identity.
He must've had upper level access.
And this is where it gets really weird.
After he signs off on these reports,
he goes completely off the grid.
There's no personnel action,
there's no signatures,
there's no intelligence
reports, nothing,
- just like the guy up and...
- Defected.
I was gonna say "died," but,
yeah, I mean, that works too.
Now he just popped back up for air,
which would explain why Hart
decided to go after him.
Yeah, that and my algorithm
pretty much explains it, and
it makes even more sense
when you consider the fact that...
That it's after the dude
went dark that Hart got
- PNG'd out of Russia.
- Persona non grata?
That only happens if
your cover's been blown.
Or you've been caught in
the midst of an operation.
Or maybe both.
Okay, let me get this straight,
Hart went rogue into a hostile country
to bag the senior CIA
officer who trained her...
And now works for Russian intelligence.
I mean, if that's not a Cold
War suicide mission, man,
I don't know what is.
Something's not adding up.
If Hart's supervisor defected
and that was the end of the story,
why didn't she just pass this on
to the CIA and be done with it?
She intentionally hid
this mission from us,
as if she was ashamed.
You know the way she
talked about the betrayal?
That came from somewhere deep.
It was personal.
I mean, not just about her career.
It's like she was talking
about being betrayed by...
A lover.
I know Hart.
And I know the lengths
that someone will go to
to exact revenge.
She's gonna risk everything
to bring Donovan to justice.
This just got heavy.
Ugh.
Can't they make this
thing go any faster?
As long as sailors still
like their booze,
I think there's one way.
Wait here.
Excuse me.
Drop it.
We need to talk.
He said someone would come.
For the last time, you are gonna
tell me where Donovan is.
We've been over this a hundred times.
And my men will soon wonder why
I haven't returned to my seat.
Your seat.
Car two.
Knowing Donovan, he would've
kept his security team close.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we will be stopping
at Khabarovsk station
for five minutes.
If this is your final destination,
please prepare to disembark.
Such a shame.
You've come all this way and yet Donovan
is about to disappear
again into the wind.
This time for good.
All aboard.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the train will be soon departing.
Hey...
Final call.
Last car.
I thought I taught you better.
Classic counter-surveillance
trap, and...
You fell for it?
Yeah, well, it kind of
helped me find my target,
- don't you think?
- Ah.
Here we are again.
Although this time, I'm not gonna
be able to save you, Christina.
They're not gonna let you
walk out of here alive.
It's just like you to have someone else
do your dirty work.
Just like you had Farewell kill Viktor
just because you didn't
have the guts to.
Results are the same.
How much are they paying you this time?
Funny, you know,
all those years I spent
teaching you how to be a spy.
In the end,
you're the one who taught me something.
What's that?
The mission always comes first.
We'll always have Tuscany.
Santana, find out what's
going on with this train!
Cover me!
- Hey.
- Mills?
You once had my back. Now I got yours.
You ready?
Move!
Seriously bad timing, Kilroy.
Or perfect timing, that
is, if you wanna live.
I just intercepted some Russian
military communications
and there's a Spetsnaz soldier company
waiting for you at the next station.
Well, we will cross that
bridge when we get to it.
Right now, this train is
speeding out of control.
That's the problem... Your only chance
to change tracks is at
the upcoming interchange
- of the Mongolian line.
- Yeah, and?
And I'm hacking the
Russian railways now,
and I'm throwing the switch.
But it's not gonna do any good
if you can't slow the train down.
Unless you wanna end up doing
a high-speed barrel roll
trapped inside of 2,000 tons of steel.
You couldn't have just said we
have to slow the train down?
How much time do I have?
Two minutes. Give or take a minute.
On it!
Stop!
Turn around.
Where are your FSB friends now?
Go ahead. Can't say I don't deserve it.
It can wait a little longer.
You wanna know if I loved you.
There was a time I needed to know.
Now is not that time.
Still, truth be told,
I did.
I did love you.
Bosnia, Tuscany, Moscow.
All of it was real.
I just felt at the time,
defecting was my only option.
I realize now that was a mistake.
- Ruined two lives.
- Three.
Let's not forget about Viktor.
Viktor was not just an
innocent bystander.
He was an FSB agent who
tried to blackmail you.
How many other Viktors were
killed after you defected?
How many names did you hand over?
No more.
I swear.
I just agreed to teach.
To help a new and ambitious Russia
develop the skills to defend themselves
from terrorists coming out of Chechnya.
Men who would've gone to
Afghanistan to kill Americans.
What, am I supposed to thank you?
How many other innocent
people were killed
by the intelligence
agents that you trained?
You're a traitor and a coward,
and the only thing you
deserve is justice.
Maybe you're right.
I'm just surprised it took
you so long to find me.
It's not exactly like you're
listed in the phone book.
I take this train every year.
It reminds me of the one
we took through Tuscany.
I never stopped writing.
- Kilroy's here.
- Kilroy, quick.
What's the Russian word for "brake"?
Uh, stop, Russky?
Brakesdilonovich?
Kilroy, focus!
Okay, I'm searching.
Uh, there's a little problem.
It's in Cyrillic.
Um, how... How do I describe this?
Remind me never to pick you
as a partner for Pictionary.
Okay, hold on, hold on. It
looks like the word "top."
Okay, and then "mo," like
in, you know, "mimosa."
Oh, I can't believe I said "mimosa."
And, Uh, followed by the number 3.
Pray you're right, man.
You okay?
Where is he?
Where is he?
He's gone.
I'm sorry.
No.
Do not try to stop me.
We're gonna do this together.
Okay?
You go that way.
Go.
What're you waiting for?
Pull the trigger.
I knew it.
You still have feelings for me.
No.
I was never here for you.
Ironic, isn't it?
The first time I meet the
infamous Farewell is a goodbye.
That was for Viktor
and for all the other CIA assets
you killed over the years.
And this is for their families.
Ah! Ugh!
How did you know Farewell
was gonna be on the train?
Never take your eyes off
your source, remember?
I figured she would never let her
best asset out of her sight.
Spotted her a few times during
our cat-and-mouse game.
I'm glad...
You were the one who pulled
the trigger in the end.
There's still time.
Ah, you were always the better spy.
Let's go.
Hey.
Kilroy says Spetsnaz
soldiers are on the way.
The exfil plan was Vladivostok.
We're gonna have to find another way.
Well, if we're going out by sea,
we might as well look the part.
Helps with the sea legs
and heavy hearts.
You know you're welcome to join us
in operations in the
field any time, hmm?
You know, it's been a while since
I've seen you handle a weapon.
Not bad.
Well, it's a lot easier
with two sharpshooters
backing you up.
But I wouldn't want Kilroy to
get too lonely in the skiff.
Speaking of Kilroy, take it
easy on that sake, please.
He will kill me if I don't
bring him back some.
- There's a little backwash left.
- Oh, that's perfect.
So does everyone get a chance
to go rogue on this team?
Because there's a Burmese ivory
trader that I've been hunting
for a while, and that
butcher stole my revolver.
I would really like it back.
Who still uses a revolver?
You ever been to the Golden Triangle?
So the reason you didn't
tell me about your mission?
Is it my sister?
Murdered on a train?
I criticized you for going rogue
to avenge your sister's death.
I didn't want you to
call me a hypocrite.
Makes sense.
'Cause I probably
would've called you out.
I would've expected nothing less.
Okay.
Well, then I propose a
change to our partnership.
From now on, we confide in each other.
No more secrets,
personal or otherwise.
We can do that.
I do apologize.
Apology accepted.
You know, I never told
anyone this before,
but when I was in Bosnia
and he was in Croatia,
he used to write me these letters.
Beautiful letters.
Like this letter?
I found it on the train.
Can't have been easy,
confronting Donovan
after all these years.
Well, since we're being honest
with each other, it was...
it was much harder than
I thought it would be.
You still had feelings for him.
But the mission came first.
Well, I respect that.
I'll leave you be now.
I'm at DefCon in Dubai,
drumming up business.
Middle East? Must be scorching.
Yeah, I'm melting.
Shouldn't you be enjoying your time off?
If I wanted time off, I
would've run for Congress.
Santana and Kilroy are
coming by tomorrow...
To help with the inventory.
When do you think you'll be back?
Uh, just a couple of days, but I need
you to hold down the fort until then.
Wait. Is that a train whistle?
I gotta go, they're about to
start an anti-piracy demo
on a mock-up of a supertanker.
- Take care.
- All aboard.
Last call for passengers
departing Chita station.
Okay.
Viktor.
I have a gift for you.
In America, they must hand
out credit cards like candy.
At 18% interest,
the minimum payments
must have been difficult
for a U.S. Embassy Secretary
who gets paid mere rubles.
I make due.
Yes.
But you forgot to mention
your relationship
with expensive watches
on your application
for a security clearance
with the State Department.
That omission is a felony.
Be a shame if it was anonymously
reported to your FBI.
What do you want?
Ouf, nothing, really.
Eh, maybe a small thing.
Perhaps you could keep your ears open.
Maybe copy some harmless
paperwork once in a while.
Administrative stuff,
nothing classified.
And you would make my debts disappear?
This could be arranged.
Mm.
There's only one problem with
this little arrangement.
And what is that?
I don't actually work at
the State Department.
But I do work in information processing,
and our frequent meetings
have provided me
with the opportunity to
process your travel patterns,
like the time I followed you
after a meeting in Gorky Park
to the Ritz off Red Square.
You remember Sasha?
The Russian Defense Minister's wife?
The same Defense Minister who oversees
all of your military prisons in Siberia.
Ooh, must be so cold there right now.
The cells must be like freezers.
But then again, you would be lucky
if you ended up in prison.
So, unfortunately, Viktor,
not only am I not going
to be working for you,
but you now work for me.
How'd it go?
- Mission success.
- Ah, congratulations.
I never doubted you for a second.
Well, you might be the only one.
Even the chief of station
thought I was insane
when I told him I was gonna
recruit an FSB agent.
Well, fortune favors the brave.
Indeed.
But you know, I gotta say,
it's a lot easier these
days, I mean, when I was...
Back in Berlin in the '80s?
I get it, I'm an old
car in a young track.
Time to move on.
You know, when we met in the Balkans...
- Mm-hmm.
- I found your old-school charm
to be quite debonair.
Well, it was your first mission, you...
didn't know any better.
But I bet you could teach
me a thing or two.
Oh, this old body's vintage, but...
The engine is... Has
the same horsepower.
- Prove it.
- Ah.
Mmm.
Come back here for a second.
Ah, what happened after Tuscany?
- What happened after Tuscany?
- Mm-hmm.
Well, your letters, I
used to look forward
to each and every one
of them, and then...
Then they stopped.
Wouldn't have to write if we...
Lived together.
Don't you ever wonder
what it would be like
if we had given it a shot?
I never knew you felt so strongly.
And to prove it, there is a train
going through Tuscany next week,
with a first-class cabin open.
What do you say?
I can't do Tuscany right now.
But, you know, Provence
will be quiet next month.
I'm gonna take that as a yes.
I have to run.
Go save the world.
You know, the intelligence
Viktor could provide
might earn you that
chief of station job.
What're you saying, that you're
going after the Russkies
nuclear submarine blueprints?
No.
Strategic contentions in Georgia?
Ukraine?
I'm going after Farewell.
Okay, hold on, Schumacher.
- Farewell?
- Mm-hmm.
He's killed at least a
dozen of our assets.
Rumor is he's killed their families too,
just as a warning to make sure
that no one else defects.
All the more reason he should
be brought in from the cold.
And you don't think you're biting off
more than you can chew?
You gotta bait your hook
to catch your fish,
and I've got a fantastic piece of bait.
It's dangerous.
Not just for Viktor, but for you.
When are you planning
on meeting him again?
You were the one who always
told me to keep meet details
between a handler and an asset.
In addition to overseeing
this operation,
I'm also your backup handler.
Besides, Viktor could be
leading you into a trap.
Look, I know how you were trained.
I trained you. I respect that, I do.
I meant what I said
in every one of those letters.
I care about you.
Tomorrow.
1400 at a park on the
outskirts of St. Petersburg.
A park? It's too open.
You don't have control of
the exits or the entrances.
You meet him on the St. Petersburg line,
between Luka and Malaya,
between the lunch crowd and rush hour.
- It'll be a ghost train.
- Okay.
St. Petersburg line it is.
Good.
Thank you.
I gotta go save the world.
Viktor.
- Who did this?
- Farewell.
Farewell.
Stay with me.
Can you direct me to
sleeping berth number two?
- You want to be three cars up.
- Thank you.
I appreciate you coming in early
to help out, cyber soldier.
No place I'd rather be on my day off.
Santana, do you happen to have
any hair of the dog in there?
I got a bottle of Thai whiskey that will
burn the skin off your tongue.
That's fine.
I don't need my tongue.
Knock yourself out.
Might wanna pace yourself.
The boss is out of town.
Are you kidding?
Now that that mother of dragon is out
milking the military-industrial cow,
I can finally have an opportunity to
abuse some telomeres.
- Telomeres?
- Telomeres, man.
They're the tips of your chromosomes.
Their length is the best
predictor of lifespan.
Research shows that you live longer
if you train your chromosomes
to rebuild your telomeres
after doing a little damage.
Wow, I'm gonna live forever.
Just don't forget the rebuilding part.
Oh, God.
Mills, you've been in this lockbox?
- No, what's in it?
- Backlog passports.
And somebody has
definitely been in here.
And someone has been eating my porridge.
Someone hacked into your system?
Somebody logged in and tried
to cover their tracks.
Looks like they were
searching for... oh, wow.
Who's that?
That looks like a
picture that Hart aged,
using this algorithm I gave her,
and then she used facial
recognition to match the photo
to a Russian passport,
belonging to some guy
- named Kasparov.
- Never heard of him.
And then she tracked that passport
to a train reservation and...
Go figure, Russia.
Didn't she used to work there?
Yeah, but that was almost 20 years ago.
You don't think Hart went to Russia.
No, I just spoke to her last night.
She said she was at DefCon in Dubai.
W-why would she lie?
A train.
He's gone mobile.
But she'd need a fake
passport to get into Russia.
Yeah, well, she's got one.
Our Czech passport is missing.
Run that passport number now.
Yeah, there's a ticket
under this passport
from Chita to Vladivostok on
the Trans-Siberian Railway,
the same train as Kasparov.
Why would Hart risk
infiltrating Russia illegally?
To track this guy Kasparov
down from the photo?
You know, a while ago,
she mentioned a man
she worked with in Moscow
that betrayed her.
Something she never really got over.
Oh, that is not good.
Hart's gone to Russia to hunt him down.
Let me guess.
You have a train to catch.
I didn't expect you back so soon.
- You manipulated me.
- What can I say?
There was already a better
offer on the table.
Is everything just a negotiation to you?
You know, all those letters,
were those just bargaining chips?
You're letting emotion
get in the way of logic.
Wait, what... what logic?
I am talking about us.
The logic of me dedicating my
life to serving my country,
just to be passed over, tossed aside,
when a new wind blew in.
You killed my asset
over a damn promotion?
You of all people should know
how much I sacrificed for this mission.
It's not just about the promotion.
20 years I busted my ass, and for what?
I'll be lucky to get a
private security job,
staring at Walmart parking lots
- for 50k a year.
- So it was just about greed?
You chose a couple of dollars
over what we shared?
More like a couple of million rubles.
I let you in.
And you lied to me.
I don't even know who you are.
And I don't know if I'm
more disappointed in you
or... you know what?
Forget about it, forget I said it.
You got a great closing argument.
Let's see how it goes over
with a jury back home.
If it helps any,
I feel awful about betraying
a former protégé.
Protégé?
And selling out one of
your assets to Farewell.
Farewell? You're working with Farewell?
I knew that would hurt.
You're officially persona non grata.
Your diplomatic visa has been revoked
because you're not actually a secretary
working for the State Department.
I'd feel worse if I didn't
know you'd land on your feet.
Just one more question.
Was any of it real?
Bosnia, Tuscany, the letters.
Was any of it real?
Back then.
I really...
Sorry, gotta run.
Just remember one thing
for your next assignment,
the first lesson I ever taught you.
Never take your eyes off your source.
How long have you been
working this line?
- 30 years.
- Mm.
- I've always loved trains.
- Mm?
I find them nostalgic, don't you?
As long as they run on time,
they can be whatever
you want them to be.
You Russian?
- Czech Republic.
- Ah, yeah.
I'm on my way to visit
my boyfriend, Nikolai.
He's an oil minister in Vladivostok.
- Mm.
- The only problem is,
when I booked my tickets,
all the sleeping berths were taken.
Perhaps there's an opening?
No, they're all taken.
Well, let me see that.
As I said, they're all full.
I'm heartbroken.
All right, I've got a berth coming up
after the next station, but
less than 24 hours' time,
that is best I can do, okay?
What's a little delay for
a place to lie down?
Your boyfriend, Nikolai...
He, uh, travels this line a lot, huh?
I know because I share
my Vitros with him.
Nikolai only smokes Dachas.
Have a good journey.
So if Hart got on the
train at Chita station,
how do we intercept her?
Well, by my calculations,
you'd never make it
to the next stop in time.
You'd have to go to Khabarovsk,
which is the second to last stop.
Great. Book two tickets.
Oh, you guys, you can't
just waltz into Russia
on a couple of fake passports
after that little stunt
you pulled at the Russian
opera a couple of
weeks ago. They'll spot
you in a heartbeat.
Well, then we go in under the radar.
Well, you're gonna have to talk to
swap meet over here about that.
Oh, that's cute.
Let me see Eastern Russia.
The Japanese Yakuza use this water route
to smuggle Afghan heroin
aboard fishing trawlers
into Sapporo.
Is this the part where you tell us that
a Yakuza boss owes you a favor?
Tanaka-San actually prefers
to be called sensei
and not boss.
He teaches painting with watercolors
- and they are really lovely.
- Oh, wow, that is fascinating.
But he doesn't owe me the
favor; I owe him one.
And you know what? It's a long story...
We haven't got time for this.
We have to get moving.
She is out there alone, exposed.
Did it ever occur to you
that maybe she's going solo
for a reason, you know?
Like Superwoman, you
know, with a pantsuit.
Has it occurred to you
that she's put herself
in one hell of a situation
to settle an old score?
She is behind enemy lines in Russia,
home to the most capable
intelligence service
outside of the U.S., and
she's worked there before,
so they know her.
You don't go visiting old
battlefields without backup,
and I can tell you that from experience.
For all we know, she could
be walking into a trap.
She's a capable spook, man.
She can handle herself.
If it wasn't for Hart,
you'd still be cleaning
crappers in Sing Sing
with your own toothbrush.
No one cares about this
unit more than her.
That's why I said,
"What're we waiting for?"
Didn't I say that?
So let's go, now!
- You said that?
- Yeah.
- Call you from Sapporo.
- Send me a postcard.
Maybe also a sex doll.
Or some top-shelf sake, you
know, for the telomeres.
He's kind of hot when he's angry.
Can I help you?
My apologies, I...
I thought my friend was
in berth number two.
That's understandable.
Mr. Kasparov offered to switch tickets.
What was your seat number?
It was first come, first serve.
Wish I could be of more help.
Just to be certain we're
talking about the same man,
he's 6 feet tall, a
Caucasian, dark hair.
Sounds like him,
except he was wearing a gray hat.
Thank you.
I still can't shake this feeling
that I'm being followed.
We moved cars.
A little extra precaution was warranted,
considering I don't leave
the suburbs of Chita very often.
You've got me to protect you.
Protect me? Or keep an eye on me?
Maybe you could take the team,
sweep the train one more time.
We swept before you got there.
It's safe.
I thought I taught you at
the academy never to assume
that anything's ever safe.
The CIA isn't just gonna
forget about a defector,
especially one that helped
take out a prized asset.
You guys give me three
days of leave a year,
The least you can do is
allow me some peace of mind
during that time.
Besides, your bosses
wouldn't be too happy
if the guy who taught them CIA
tradecraft wound up dead.
I'll check again.
Wouldn't want our favorite
instructor feeling unsafe.
Tanaka-San, I have a request.
My friend and I would like passage
on one of your fishing trawlers
leaving for Russia tonight.
Still owe me for saving those dolphins.
While I appreciate your
contribution to our planet,
I really did you the favor.
That cold meat is tainted with mercury.
It ends up in children's school lunches.
You have two kids in
public school, right?
Besides...
I thought this 13th-century
Kamakura katana
paid my debts in full.
Everything was made
better in the old days,
but that was restitution
for the men I lost.
Okay, well, if that's the case,
how about I kill two
debts with one stone.
And how do you plan to do that?
By eliminating three ninjas
who plan to assassinate you.
Your friend reads too much anime.
Some of your men have
already sold you out.
They're just lying in wait to figure out
who else to take down with you.
Ain't that right, fellas?
Wow, this is good quality steel.
Almost as good as the Vikings.
So, Tanaka-San,
do we have a deal?
For your journey.
Would you mind if I held onto this too?
She's still not picking up.
She's in trouble, I know it.
Try this.
Deadens the nerves.
It might unleash the inner Kraken,
but it's not gonna get
us to Russia any faster.
Yeah.
- What's up, Kilroy?
- You guys kill any Yakuza yet?
That was so two hours ago.
What do you got?
I called an old associate
whose name may or may not
rhyme with Snedward Owden,
and he shared some files with me
that he, uh, borrowed from
the CIA a little while back.
- Borrowed?
- Well, you know,
he's still a young man,
he's got plenty of time
to return them.
Anyway, then I was able
to match the photo that Hart aged
with a CIA officer named
Thomas Donovan, right?
And get this, he was serving in Croatia
at the same time that Hart
was serving in Bosnia.
Signed off on a bunch of
her intelligence reports
as her supervisor.
So Hart was talking
about Donovan when she
referred to someone who betrayed her.
Yeah, but that's just the start.
They crossed paths again a few
years later again in Moscow.
Okay, he signed off on
some recruitment reports
in one of her source dossiers.
- Who was the source?
- Uh, unfortunately,
it's either a rectangle of black ink
or, you know, it's redacted.
Data masked to conceal his identity.
He must've had upper level access.
And this is where it gets really weird.
After he signs off on these reports,
he goes completely off the grid.
There's no personnel action,
there's no signatures,
there's no intelligence
reports, nothing,
- just like the guy up and...
- Defected.
I was gonna say "died," but,
yeah, I mean, that works too.
Now he just popped back up for air,
which would explain why Hart
decided to go after him.
Yeah, that and my algorithm
pretty much explains it, and
it makes even more sense
when you consider the fact that...
That it's after the dude
went dark that Hart got
- PNG'd out of Russia.
- Persona non grata?
That only happens if
your cover's been blown.
Or you've been caught in
the midst of an operation.
Or maybe both.
Okay, let me get this straight,
Hart went rogue into a hostile country
to bag the senior CIA
officer who trained her...
And now works for Russian intelligence.
I mean, if that's not a Cold
War suicide mission, man,
I don't know what is.
Something's not adding up.
If Hart's supervisor defected
and that was the end of the story,
why didn't she just pass this on
to the CIA and be done with it?
She intentionally hid
this mission from us,
as if she was ashamed.
You know the way she
talked about the betrayal?
That came from somewhere deep.
It was personal.
I mean, not just about her career.
It's like she was talking
about being betrayed by...
A lover.
I know Hart.
And I know the lengths
that someone will go to
to exact revenge.
She's gonna risk everything
to bring Donovan to justice.
This just got heavy.
Ugh.
Can't they make this
thing go any faster?
As long as sailors still
like their booze,
I think there's one way.
Wait here.
Excuse me.
Drop it.
We need to talk.
He said someone would come.
For the last time, you are gonna
tell me where Donovan is.
We've been over this a hundred times.
And my men will soon wonder why
I haven't returned to my seat.
Your seat.
Car two.
Knowing Donovan, he would've
kept his security team close.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we will be stopping
at Khabarovsk station
for five minutes.
If this is your final destination,
please prepare to disembark.
Such a shame.
You've come all this way and yet Donovan
is about to disappear
again into the wind.
This time for good.
All aboard.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the train will be soon departing.
Hey...
Final call.
Last car.
I thought I taught you better.
Classic counter-surveillance
trap, and...
You fell for it?
Yeah, well, it kind of
helped me find my target,
- don't you think?
- Ah.
Here we are again.
Although this time, I'm not gonna
be able to save you, Christina.
They're not gonna let you
walk out of here alive.
It's just like you to have someone else
do your dirty work.
Just like you had Farewell kill Viktor
just because you didn't
have the guts to.
Results are the same.
How much are they paying you this time?
Funny, you know,
all those years I spent
teaching you how to be a spy.
In the end,
you're the one who taught me something.
What's that?
The mission always comes first.
We'll always have Tuscany.
Santana, find out what's
going on with this train!
Cover me!
- Hey.
- Mills?
You once had my back. Now I got yours.
You ready?
Move!
Seriously bad timing, Kilroy.
Or perfect timing, that
is, if you wanna live.
I just intercepted some Russian
military communications
and there's a Spetsnaz soldier company
waiting for you at the next station.
Well, we will cross that
bridge when we get to it.
Right now, this train is
speeding out of control.
That's the problem... Your only chance
to change tracks is at
the upcoming interchange
- of the Mongolian line.
- Yeah, and?
And I'm hacking the
Russian railways now,
and I'm throwing the switch.
But it's not gonna do any good
if you can't slow the train down.
Unless you wanna end up doing
a high-speed barrel roll
trapped inside of 2,000 tons of steel.
You couldn't have just said we
have to slow the train down?
How much time do I have?
Two minutes. Give or take a minute.
On it!
Stop!
Turn around.
Where are your FSB friends now?
Go ahead. Can't say I don't deserve it.
It can wait a little longer.
You wanna know if I loved you.
There was a time I needed to know.
Now is not that time.
Still, truth be told,
I did.
I did love you.
Bosnia, Tuscany, Moscow.
All of it was real.
I just felt at the time,
defecting was my only option.
I realize now that was a mistake.
- Ruined two lives.
- Three.
Let's not forget about Viktor.
Viktor was not just an
innocent bystander.
He was an FSB agent who
tried to blackmail you.
How many other Viktors were
killed after you defected?
How many names did you hand over?
No more.
I swear.
I just agreed to teach.
To help a new and ambitious Russia
develop the skills to defend themselves
from terrorists coming out of Chechnya.
Men who would've gone to
Afghanistan to kill Americans.
What, am I supposed to thank you?
How many other innocent
people were killed
by the intelligence
agents that you trained?
You're a traitor and a coward,
and the only thing you
deserve is justice.
Maybe you're right.
I'm just surprised it took
you so long to find me.
It's not exactly like you're
listed in the phone book.
I take this train every year.
It reminds me of the one
we took through Tuscany.
I never stopped writing.
- Kilroy's here.
- Kilroy, quick.
What's the Russian word for "brake"?
Uh, stop, Russky?
Brakesdilonovich?
Kilroy, focus!
Okay, I'm searching.
Uh, there's a little problem.
It's in Cyrillic.
Um, how... How do I describe this?
Remind me never to pick you
as a partner for Pictionary.
Okay, hold on, hold on. It
looks like the word "top."
Okay, and then "mo," like
in, you know, "mimosa."
Oh, I can't believe I said "mimosa."
And, Uh, followed by the number 3.
Pray you're right, man.
You okay?
Where is he?
Where is he?
He's gone.
I'm sorry.
No.
Do not try to stop me.
We're gonna do this together.
Okay?
You go that way.
Go.
What're you waiting for?
Pull the trigger.
I knew it.
You still have feelings for me.
No.
I was never here for you.
Ironic, isn't it?
The first time I meet the
infamous Farewell is a goodbye.
That was for Viktor
and for all the other CIA assets
you killed over the years.
And this is for their families.
Ah! Ugh!
How did you know Farewell
was gonna be on the train?
Never take your eyes off
your source, remember?
I figured she would never let her
best asset out of her sight.
Spotted her a few times during
our cat-and-mouse game.
I'm glad...
You were the one who pulled
the trigger in the end.
There's still time.
Ah, you were always the better spy.
Let's go.
Hey.
Kilroy says Spetsnaz
soldiers are on the way.
The exfil plan was Vladivostok.
We're gonna have to find another way.
Well, if we're going out by sea,
we might as well look the part.
Helps with the sea legs
and heavy hearts.
You know you're welcome to join us
in operations in the
field any time, hmm?
You know, it's been a while since
I've seen you handle a weapon.
Not bad.
Well, it's a lot easier
with two sharpshooters
backing you up.
But I wouldn't want Kilroy to
get too lonely in the skiff.
Speaking of Kilroy, take it
easy on that sake, please.
He will kill me if I don't
bring him back some.
- There's a little backwash left.
- Oh, that's perfect.
So does everyone get a chance
to go rogue on this team?
Because there's a Burmese ivory
trader that I've been hunting
for a while, and that
butcher stole my revolver.
I would really like it back.
Who still uses a revolver?
You ever been to the Golden Triangle?
So the reason you didn't
tell me about your mission?
Is it my sister?
Murdered on a train?
I criticized you for going rogue
to avenge your sister's death.
I didn't want you to
call me a hypocrite.
Makes sense.
'Cause I probably
would've called you out.
I would've expected nothing less.
Okay.
Well, then I propose a
change to our partnership.
From now on, we confide in each other.
No more secrets,
personal or otherwise.
We can do that.
I do apologize.
Apology accepted.
You know, I never told
anyone this before,
but when I was in Bosnia
and he was in Croatia,
he used to write me these letters.
Beautiful letters.
Like this letter?
I found it on the train.
Can't have been easy,
confronting Donovan
after all these years.
Well, since we're being honest
with each other, it was...
it was much harder than
I thought it would be.
You still had feelings for him.
But the mission came first.
Well, I respect that.
I'll leave you be now.