03x01 - Falcon

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"FORBIDDEN. NO ENTRY!"

The launch
vehicle test was a setback,

but we have
identified the issue,

a simple manufacturing defect.

Once the components
are reengineered,

the project can
proceed on schedule.

- How long?
- Six weeks,

no more.

I apologize, sir.
We need more time.

Yes, yes, of course.

You must take all
the time you need.

Best to be precise
in this line of work,

is it not?

Your government is very proud
of the work you are doing.

This has not been
an easy assignment,

and you have proven
more than capable.

Thank you, everyone.

We live in complicated times.

Is there a problem?

The old ways are dying, Luka.

The leader of our great Republic
humiliated on the world stage,

met without rebuke.

- We've lost our nerve.
- Yes, sir.

- You have children?
- No.

When you do, you
will understand.

Sacrifices must be made,

or we will be as
expendable as they are.

- Sokol?
- It's become a noose

around our necks.

Too dangerous to be
allowed to continue.

You will take care of
this, won't you, Luka?

Yes, sir.

Egorov!

Lebedev!

Yes, sir.

The general
has given orders.

Sokol is over.

It is to be shut down.

Completely.

Excuse me, sir.
Are you saying...

You know what he's saying.

Yes, sir.

Most completely,
Sergeant Lebedev.

Yes, sir.

Let's go!

Move!

Go!

You're up.

- How far out is she?
- Five minutes.

Don't stay out too late,

dear.

Twenty-three.

Firebird has landed.

She's got company.

Hello.

Ambassador, a
pleasure to see you,

and thank you so
much for everything.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Minister.

Zoya.

Jack.

You're investigating
the Sokol Project, yes?

Yes.

Sokol was founded during
the fall of the USSR

to develop a small-yield
b*ttlefield nuclear w*apon

invisible to all
radar, undetectable.

You can imagine

the repercussions
of such technology.

Well, they were
trying to start a w*r.

Well...

now the program's
been reactivated,

and they seem to have
finally developed a w*apon.

Where is it?

All I know is that
they're moving it.

Where are you getting
your information from?

Let's just say it's someone
who shares your concern.

My apologies.

For what?

The
f*ck do I pay you for?

So you can let any
assh*le in off the street?

f*cking mama's boys can't
wipe your own asses!

Was getting kicked
out part of the plan?

It was, actually.
Fastest way out.

Was getting thrown out on your
ass part of the plan, too?

Unbelievable.

I see you took the early flight.

Oh, yeah. I wasn't
gonna miss this sh*t.

How'd it go?

Not great.

- Project's active?
- Way worse than that.

The w*apon's been built.

f*ck.

If NATO is really
moving missiles

into the Czech Republic,
we must respond.

Is this the defense
minister's opinion or yours?

Minister Popov and I are
in agreement on this.

He's already on
his way to Prague

to meet with the
Czech president.

I'll be joining him there.

Those antiaircraft missiles
don't pose a serious thr*at.

No, but the message
they send does.

It is a bargaining chip.

President Kovac wants
something from us.

That is why she leaked the
information before the summit.

And what does she want?

You would have to ask her.

And play her game?

I suggest we move troops

into the region
and show the Czechs

that hostility will
be met with force.

What do we know about
President Kovac?

She's pragmatic,

which shows she
can be persuaded.

And what do you recommend?

I provide intelligence.

I'm not a politician.

Which is why I'm asking you.

I will keep our enemies close.

Easier to slip in the
Kn*fe, if necessary.

What do I need to
know about Popov?

This will be his first visit

since you were
elected president.

Before he was made Russian
minister of defense,

Dmitry Popov served in
Ukraine and Afghanistan.

Held the position of Marshall
of the Russian Federation.

I know his résumé.
What about the man?

Old-school Russian
hardliner, soaked in vodka,

and a black belt chauvinist.

He's not a man comfortable
with powerful women.

What man is?

Make sure we have
reporters at the castle.

From Mladá fronta, Blesk,
Právo, all the outlets.

Madam, Russians requested
no media presence.

A lot of reporters, David.

Will do.

Mm. LeLe.

Radek.

Alert as always.

Yes, sir.

Away with you now.
Enough lurking.

Are they biting?

Not today. They know I'm hungry.

It's no coincidence
that Popov's visit comes

as NATO has asked to put
missiles in our country.

The Russians view the
move as bold aggression.

I come here to relax,

sit with my dad,
not talk politics.

Oh, you never cast a line
without something on your mind.

What was our internal
polling on NATO?

The cities and universities
are supportive,

but the rural areas
view it with suspicion.

Half view you as deep
in the pocket of NATO,

the other half see you as
a Russian puppet gone soft.

You are caught between
two worlds, LeLe.

The next days with
Popov will be fraught,

a high-wire act.

One thing is certain.

They will underestimate you.

I'm counting on it.

Good morning.

Rough night?

No, actually. As rough
nights go, I've had worse.

Productive.

We got the most concrete
evidence we've had in years.

Did I ever tell you about my
first job with the Agency?

I don't
think you have, no.

Started out in

the Directorate of
Support, actually.

Nearly went blind
reading cables,

studying after-action
reports, requisitions,

anything I could
get my hands on.

Oh, that sounds... thrilling.

No, it was actually how I
learned every facet of our work,

just through reading
documentation.

I never received an action
report for your meet last night.

You went solo?

No, I had Braeden on recon.

It was public. Easy.

Okay.

I've never really
liked heroes, Jack.

They tend to think
more of their actions

than they do the repercussions.

Yes, ma'am.

Hey. I could use your help.

- You need a cell phone?
- Nope. I just need to know what's on that card.

It's probably a
Java card platform.

- Probably.
- Looks like a GSM.

Where'd you get it?

From the bad guys.

Cool. Um...

Well, well, well.

It's an encrypted app
with a triple redundancy

and a single-source
send and receive.

In layman's terms...

It's another way to send
tracking information.

What's the location?

Uh, right now? Nothing.

- What do you mean nothing?
- Well, it's Crimean Peninsula,

- but there's nothing pinpointed yet.
- Yet?

Well, I-I-I once heard about a
guy who used a program like this

to send hotel locations
to his girlfriend.

- Mm-hmm.
- But his wife was a computer scientist at NYU.

Nailed his ass.

Wait, are you saying that
whosever on the other end

of this is gonna drop a pin that
only that SIM card can read?

- Yeah.
- Now I'm gonna need a phone.

Well, you're in luck.

- Welcome to Burners 'R' Us.
- Oh.

This one feels lucky.

During the Cold w*r,

a small group of
hardline Russians

formed a plan to
preserve the USSR.

They called it
the Sokol Project.

Now, that name actually
comes directly from

a Russian w*r game called
Sem' dney do reki Reyn,

or "Seven Days to the Rhine."

Now, that plan

was based on a
small wars doctrine.

You sow unrest inside your
Eastern Bloc neighbors

through assassinations
and misinformation

in order to destabilize
those governments.

Then,

use a limited nuclear
strike to create chaos,

that would allow
for a land invasion

into these countries,
otherwise known as the Rhine.

The goal was to hold and
expand the USSR's borders.

To pull this off, they
needed to engineer

a nuclear w*apon to be used

without attribution,
and they did,

code name Sokol, or "Falcon."

At the time, the technology
was too advanced,

and the w*apon was never made,

so the project was
shuttered, or so we thought.

Until last night, I have
confirmation from an asset

that the Sokol
Project is active.

The w*apon has been built,
and it is on the move.

- Confirmed by who?
- Zoya Ivanova,

a minister-counsellor with
the Russian Embassy, Rome.

SVR connections.

I've crossed paths with her

during my time at
Moscow Station.

We believe that
she has delivered to us

a mapping program
that will locate

the actual nuclear
material they intend to use

inside the new Sokol m*ssile.

Thesis?

I mean, best-case scenario,
they've built a w*apon

that we can locate and destroy.

Worst case, they've already

started the implementation
of Seven Days to the Rhine,

in which case,

we can all expect a lot
of dominoes to fall,

leading to what they hope
to be a new world conflict.

Where does Zoya's
intel originate?

That, I'm still trying to track.

Zoya was
trained as a swallow,

so she still has contacts
inside that organization.

She is a...

notorious self-serving
bullshitter,

but when she isn't lying,
she has good intel.

Problem is, swallows
are almost always lying.

No.

She's not lying. She's scared.

Where is this w*apon?

The map says Crimea, although,

a pin hasn't actually
been dropped yet.

And what if one is?

Well, when a pin is
dropped, I think it would be

irresponsible, if not
negligent, to ignore it.

Meaning?

Meaning, if confirmed, I
would expect a SOG team

to be sent in to deal
with it immediately.

First, the U.S. can't officially
go anywhere near Crimea.

Russia is already screaming

NATO aggression, and we
don't have any wiggle room

- to make a mistake in that theater. Second...
- Uh...

you have a thesis, but
it's not proven out.

If something concrete comes
out of Zoya's SIM card,

we assess. If not, we move on.

Good to see you, James.

I see Elizabeth is
still busting your ass.

I'm starting to think it's
her favorite part of the day.

Be careful
with that one.

She's smooth, but...

she keeps her knives sharp.

As long as we
are all friends here,

I'd like to know your
intentions regarding NATO

and their desire
to use your country

as yet another launching
station for their missiles.

It's true that NATO has offered

to outfit our Czech base
with surface-to-air missiles.

An offer I am considering.

But...

an offer I will refuse

or postpone

if the minister
and his government

would agree to cease all
further incursions into Ukraine.

Incursions that
destabilize the region

far more than a few missiles,

and ones that cause
Czechs to feel the need

for NATO protection.

We need a moment.

Sure.

A bold offer and ask.

And made publicly.

Quite the ambush.

It was my understanding
today was for discussion,

the football match
tomorrow was the photo op.

I should have been advised
there would be journalists here.

You could've just sat and
smiled for the cameras.

You chose not to.

Tread lightly,

Madam President.

So...

how long are you
going to give it?

I gave up on him a while ago.

Well...

it's his loss.

I was going to surprise him.

I bought tickets to the
Russia match.

Sounds like you need
someone to go with.

Huh?

Not a chance, slick.
New valve, new rules.

Ah, rules.

- Is that why you're looking so good?
- Damn right.

Gave up booze, bread, dairy,
even took up meditation.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

How's that work?

So, for every pound you lose,
you get another gray hair?

- Oh, f*ck you.
- Ah, meditation's working.

Give me one.

Damn it.

You know, there's a chance
she could be f*cking with us.

Zoya?

No.

Why would she go through
all that trouble?

Embarrass the Agency.

You know, burn
through our resources,

- send us on a wild-goose chase.
- Or I'm right.

And if they're
building a new w*apon,

then that justifies
the risk, right?

Does me good to see that
you took so naturally

to the field as a case officer.

No. I don't accept
this new Greer.

All right?

Take a look around. Look
at your eye twitching.

You want in the field so bad.

No, no, no.

Those days are over.

Ah, you know, I'm just
gonna keep my head down.

- Yup.
- You know, nice and easy, cozy

in my office, earn
out and retire.

All wisdom comes from memory.

Did you just quote Aeschylus?

'Cause I'm gonna be really
honest with you right now, okay?

I'm cool with the dieting.
I'm cool with the meditation.

You start quoting
philosophy, I have to worry.

No. You can't cheers with water.

Director Miller, Chief of
Station Rome is on the line.

She says it's urgent.

You'll have to excuse me.

You pulled me out of an
NSA meeting, Elizabeth.

This better be important.

We're talking a
potential nuclear w*apon.

- It qualifies.
- I read the report.

- It's a dead end.
- Hear it out.

Jack.

Sir, we've received intel

that a cargo ship built
for refrigerated transport

left the port of Sevastopol,
Crimea yesterday.

We believe that in
the hold of that ship

there is nuclear material,

but we'd have to get
on board to confirm.

Is this based on the information
you received from Zoya Ivanova?

It is.

Former SVR agents don't
often prove out legitimate.

Sounds like white noise.

Well, in all my research,
it turns out that everything

she's provided is true.

Look, the ocean's the Wild
West, and the Russians know it.

If they were going to
move a nuclear w*apon,

a cargo vessel would
be the way to do it.

It's not exactly novel thinking.

Sir, how would

history view us if we knew
about a sophisticated w*apon

being moved and did
nothing to interdict?

Use a four-man team, SOG,
sheep-dipped, recon only.

You find anything,
JSOC takes over.

- Yes, sir.
- See it, confirm it,

and get the f*ck off, Jack.

Looks like you're a go.

Dr. Ryan, welcome aboard.

Oh, I appreciate the lift.

Do you also appreciate

what a pain in my ass
this whole operation is?

Yes, sir, I do.

Well, then we'll
get along just fine.

Launch is at 2000 sharp.

You'll have no contact
with us after you've left.

Understood.

Only way all this stays
quiet is if you do.

All of what?

That's good.

Greer said you had
a brain on you.

Aw. I didn't even know he cared.

He also said your guts got
him in a world of bullshit.

This op based on
something like that?

Something like that.

Best of luck, Doc.

Hey. McAuliffe.

- Ryan.
- You clean?

- No I.D.s, no insignia?
- No, I'm good.

Let's roll out!

I have eyes on the
minister and his entourage.

Popov is still in the hotel,

but his plane is being
prepped at Havel Airport.

Looks like he might be leaving.

I pushed him into a corner.

Made him an offer
publicly he can't ignore.

Then let him leave.

They control the spigot to
our entire energy supply.

Turn it off,

and the Czech Republic
will grind to a halt.

I need a bottle of vodka
sent to the minister's hotel.

Make sure it's the
brand name Soyuznik.

It's Russian for "ally."

Go.

Clear!

Looking for two digits! 6-B!

6-B.

Got it!

Clear.

Don't sh**t! Don't sh**t!
Don't sh**t! Please! Please!

- Don't sh**t. Don't sh**t.
- Get him up.

- I got him.
- You're American?

- You're Americans!
- Listen to me!

- Who are you?
- Y-Yuri Bashkin. I-I want U.S. asylum.

What were you doing in the box?

I'm a scientist. I-I
had to leave Russia.

- A scientist? Scientist?
- Yes.

- We got to go.
- Sokol?

Yeah, Sokol, yes,
yes. I help built it.

- We got to go.
- I was told the Americans would pick me up.

- We got to go now!
- Go. I got him. I got him.

I got him. Go.

Move.

Let's go.

Last man.

Move.

Jack, was the package in house?

No nuke.

The package was a man.

A what?

His name's Yuri Bashkin.

A Russian scientist on
the current Sokol Project.

He just confirmed
there is a w*apon.

Is he talking location?

No, but he was told

that the Americans
would pick him up

before the ship made Greece.

This is confirmation
of all our intel.

Someone has sent him
to us for a reason.

Your S.R. operation
is now an extraction

of a Russian asset?

There's no way we get
the green light on that.

If you pass this up
the ladder to Miller,

he's either gonna blow it
out or play wait and see.

Either way, this asset goes
dark, and the trail ends.

We'll send coordinates for a
drop on the coast of Greece.

Transpo will be
waiting on the beach

to take you to a
safe house. Jack,

I need you to play
this by the book.

Jesus. Two PhDs in
nuclear physics,

the lead researcher of a
Russian energy collective,

and then they made
him a colonel.

They've been grooming
this guy since junior high

to work a black-box
nuke program.

It's better to ask
forgiveness than permission.

- Well, your ass isn't in the chair, is it?
- Oh, come on.

Your boy is carrying an open
flame into a part of the world

that's already a powder keg,

so all I need to know
from you is whether or not

- he's good enough.
- He's the right man for this.

You two are close.

Been through a lot together?

- Yeah.
- It's funny.

In his transfer order, he
didn't list you as a reference.

Why is that?

Two major operations
working closely together,

his senior officer.

It seems odd.

He's a bristly m*therf*cker

when it comes to
me being his boss.

It doesn't change the fact
that he's onto something,

and you know it.

He better be.

- Thanks for the ride.
- Thanks for the party.

- Call anytime.
- I just might.

These men, they are your people?

Yes. Calm down.

- Elias.
- Jack.

Let's go.

Wait.

I need to know what you know.

You said you were scared
for your life. Why?

I ask too many questions.

How long have you
been working on Sokol?

Four years.

I was told we were
building an enrichment...

How do you say... facility.

But then my duties
and my focus changed.

Do you know how
they're gonna use it?

Nyet. No. My work
was only payload.

Sokol is-is not high-yield.

It's small, only three megatons.

Jesus Christ.

Is it invisible to radar?

Yuri, is it invisible?

Part of the team,
they're working

on reflection emission
and infrared, yes.

All right, you said you
asked too many questions.

What kind of questions?

Are you familiar with
a Russian w*r plan

- called Sem' dney do reki Reyn?
- Seven Days, yes.

Those kind.

Yuri, you don't understand.

They're gonna want
more than that.

No more talk until
I have asylum.

Let's go.

Get down!

Yuri, move!

Ready? Move!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Tight on me.

Move!

Run!

Get in! Get in! Get in!

Where are you?

They're dead. They're all dead.

The entire team.

Where am I going?

Can you make it to 524
Zinonos Street in Athens?

Get there, and we'll talk.

Hold on.

Watch out!

Thank you for the vodka.
An elegant choice.

And an apology of sorts.

A truce of sorts.

We'll see how long it lasts.

The game may reignite
our animosities.

Czechs and Russians
love their countries

almost as much as
they love their teams.

Perhaps that's why we argue.

I want to make sure you
pay up when you lose.

I appreciate your optimism,

but that money will be mine.

Good luck.

It's the VIP parking right here.

Great parking spot.

Look. You can see the
players' tunnel from here.

I know.

Are you ready?

Yes.

For a small country,
you have quite a team.

And passionate
supporters, it seems.

That's the fate of our republic:

to be a small,
proud country caught

between two vast powers.

Ah, yes, the Americans.

You know, I was at
the Olympics in 1980.

A young hockey fan full
of patriotic vigor.

What a game it was.

I may be young, but I'm
well aware of that match

and its outcome.

Who did the Americans defeat
before they get to us?

The Czechs.

Why we must stay close, no?

I decided to bring your
proposal to the Kremlin.

I make no promises, of course.

Thank you.

sh**t!

Police! Put your g*n down!

- sh*t.
- What? What is it?

Is that them?

Hang on.

- Who sent you?
- I cannot tell you that.

Yuri, someone sent you
to us for a reason.

Who is it?

Yuri, who wants you dead?

- Asylum.
- I'm the only chance you got.

- Sokol. How high up does it go?
- Asylum.

Hold on.

- What are you doing?
- Improvising.

Yuri, hang on.

Watch out.

Get out.

- What?
- Get out of the car.

Come on, sit.

- Easy, easy.
- Ow!

Breathe. You have
to breathe. Breathe.

Go.

Run. Run.

Who helped
you to leave Russia?

They want to know how
much you told him.

Talk.

f*ck you, traitor.

You're bleeding.

It's not mine.

How the hell did this happen?

Stop it.

Madam President,
the calls are coming in

from foreign leaders,

including presidents
of France, Germany,

the U.S., and the
Russian prime minister.

- Get me the Russian PM.
- All right.

Incoming call via Ops Center.

It's Ryan.

Where are you?

I lost Yuri. They k*lled him.

There's something else, Jack.

Dmitry Popov is dead.

What?

The defense minister?

Assassination.

Soccer arena in Czech Republic.

Jesus Christ.

It's started.

Seven Days.

The assassination would
be the first domino.

The Sokol nuke will be the last.

Are you at the safe house?

No.

Why?

What are you doing, Jack?

Why don't you tell me?

The official line out
of the Greek government

is that you entered
the country illegally

to eliminate a Russian
national and, in the process,

k*lled one of their own.

Holy sh*t.

You're looking for a fall guy.

What do you mean?

Ask her.

What the hell did you do?

Jack, if you don't come in,

you will be recalled, your
embassy cover withdrawn.

That means no
diplomatic immunity.

You will be on your own.

Someone reached
out to me directly,

which means whoever that
is knows that I'm right.

You bring me in now, we
lose all communication

and we're in the dark.

Let me make this more
clear. If you run,

this is going to get
much worse for you.

Jack, listen to me. Don't do it.

Miller told you to burn Jack?

He left it to me.
I made a choice.

Jack was a resource.
Now he's a liability.

What the hell did
you just say to him?

"Shelter in paradise."