Hey.
Sorry about all the confusion.
I didn't want to say too
much on the phone, you know?
That's always a good idea.
So, what's up, my friend?
What are we doing here?
My boss is getting suspicious, which,
of course, is making me nervous, so...
I think it's best if I step aside.
Before something bad happens.
But we already paid you.
I know. I'll give the money back.
No problem.
I need a few days, though, I...
I have to sell my car.
Sure, that's your call.
Hey, thanks
for getting over here so fast.
- What do we got?
- DOA, Cher Wilkins.
Female, white, .
Recovered her wallet, and her
keys are still in the ignition,
so I'm guessing it wasn't a robbery.
Three sh*ts to the back.
Find any casings?
Naw, the k*ller...
or more likely the K*llers,
they policed up their brass.
What makes you think
that there was more than one?
Two sets of tracks
right next to the body.
Huh.
Well, looks like after they sh*t her,
they got close enough
to make sure that she was dead.
It's not really much to go on,
but I'll send them over
to ERT for analysis.
- In case you need me.
- Yeah.
Still in her uniform.
Cher was a good kid,
but if I'm being honest,
I was getting
a little suspicious of her.
- Suspicious of what?
- She was always broke.
Then a few days ago, she rolls up
in a brand-new Mustang.
Said her father just d*ed,
came into money.
- You weren't buying it?
- No, not for a second.
Whenever some broke employee
starts flashing lots of cash,
it always means the same thing.
They're waving drug mules
through the security line.
All right, so Cher Wilkins, ,
single, no kids, lived in Queens.
Been working for TSA
for the last three years.
- What else do we know?
- Background check is clean.
No priors, not even a jaywalking ticket.
Mm-hmm. What about her family?
Supervisor said her dad d*ed recently,
left her some dough. Is that true?
Last known address for her father
is Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
And he's very much alive...
he posted about
his daughter's m*rder minutes ago.
Okay, so the supervisor was right.
She was lying about where
she got the money for that car.
Used Mustang was purchased
four days ago with cash.
$ , to be exact.
Huh, that is a lot of
cheddar for a TSA agent
to be throwing around.
So maybe the supervisor was right.
Kid got caught up in the drug game.
How are we doing with the vehicle's GPS?
Need to find out where Wilkins
spent time the last few days.
Besides going to work
and the industrial park
where she was k*lled,
the only other place she went to
was this restaurant in Queens.
Sumac House, it's a Mediterranean joint.
There's nothing suspicious
about liking Mediterranean food.
Yeah, but she went there
three times on the day of the m*rder
and four other times
over the past three days.
No one likes
Mediterranean food that much.
So maybe this restaurant is a front
for a drug trafficking ring, huh?
All right, throw it up.
Start digging the financials, permits.
All right eyes up, party people.
Anyone got anything on this
Mediterranean joint in Queens
called Sumac House?
Don't be shy.
Hey Elise, call Nina and OA,
tell them to cancel their lunch plans.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Thanks for picking me up.
Sure thing.
Those your friends?
Ex-teammates.
We were deployed
together in Afghanistan.
This looks good.
Thank you.
It looks like Lebanese food,
or Egyptian, I'm guessing.
The menu seemed to have
a little bit of everything,
so I tried to take it easy on you.
Well thank you.
So, the, uh...
guy at the bar,
according to the JOC, is the owner.
He seems on edge.
And they have
security cameras everywhere.
Mm.
Wanna tell me the story
behind the string?
Today is the th anniversary
of my friend's death.
He d*ed in Afghanistan.
His name is Tom. Tom Keller.
I'm so sorry.
So once a year,
me and a few army buddies,
we get together, we go to the cemetery,
pay our respects,
and then we grab breakfast,
and we tie a string around our finger
as a way to make sure
that we never forget.
To Tom, then.
Something up?
Just looks like...
someone I used to know.
Guessing you weren't
a big fan of this person.
Um...
I wasn't.
I'll be right back.
Hey.
What was that about?
I was just following a hunch.
I need to get a closer look.
I think he got nervous
and ran out the back door.
Look, I don't want to pry, but now that
you're following people into bathrooms,
I need to ask you
what the hell is going on?
The guy in that
restaurant resembled a man
named Tamir Hazara.
They called him "the rat."
He's a high-level target
of ours from Afghanistan,
and my squad spent
about months pursuing him.
And you think he's here in New York now?
What, that he's somehow a part
of the TSA agent's m*rder?
I don't know, but I had
this feeling in my gut
that it was him, that it was Tamir.
It had to be him.
Okay, or maybe it was just some patron
who was dining and dashing... Look, I...
I know what I saw. I know what I felt.
I know what I felt.
Tamir Hazara.
Okay, I see the resemblance, but I...
He could've had plastic
surgery, changed his features.
It's the best way to avoid
all the facial recognition
software out there.
Dude, that's a good plan,
but Tamir is dead.
He was k*lled in a drone strike
three years ago outside of Kabul.
Yeah, it's possible, but...
Possible?
Yeah, the State Department records
aren't exactly foolproof.
I have a friend in Intel.
I'll reach out to him.
Hey, who's this?
Someone OA was chasing
over in Afghanistan.
Connected to the current case?
Well, he's dead.
Okay.
Can you talk?
Yeah. What's up?
Well, just between us, I think that OA
might be struggling
a little bit right now.
Oh, really.
Because of the sarin gas exposure.
No, uh...
today, when we were doing recon
at the Mediterranean restaurant
he shared with me
that it was the anniversary
of his army buddy's death.
Not sure how he d*ed,
but it seemed pretty traumatic.
I know this partnership is new.
- You want me to talk to him?
- No.
No, no, no. I got it.
You know, he's strong and focused.
I just felt like you should know.
Yeah.
Okay, good. I'll keep an eye on it.
So, did you find anything interesting
- at the restaurant?
- No, not really.
We got techs putting up
pole cams outside just in case,
but we searched the victim's apartment,
found grand in cash and a laptop.
Ian's scrubbing it for evidence now.
- So maybe we'll get lucky.
- Finger's crossed.
All right.
Found a few encrypted messages
from a guy calling himself "BALLER ."
It looks like he sent our victim K
to wave a man in a red puffer jacket
through airport security yesterday.
Okay, so the supervisor's
hunch was correct.
Wilkins was playing ball.
And I found a message from
Wilkins to that same person.
"Got a problem. Boss is suspicious.
Need to discuss."
BALLER responds,
"Okay, let's meet
where we met last time."
So it looks like
ol' BALLER is our sh**t.
I mean, at the very least,
he's the one who lured Wilkins
to the industrial park that night.
Can we track BALLER's IP address?
Negative,
he used a dozen different VPNs.
No way to trace them back to the source.
Okay, let's pull up some airport video,
see if we can ID this dude
in the red puffer jacket.
Yeah.
Okay. This is from yesterday,
: p.m.
There is Wilkins.
And there's the dude
with the red puffer.
Yeah, nice and easy.
Wilkins waves them through,
dope goes unnoticed.
All right Elise let's run facial rec.
Name is Jorge Cissneros.
, lives in Brooklyn.
He's on probation for a car theft
but has no prior drug arrests.
All right, let's find his last known
address and bring him in.
Right.
Tiff and I will cover the back.
Sounds good.
Hey, you ever talk to your Intel buddy?
Yeah. It lined up
with what the Red Notice said...
claims that Tamir's DNA was recovered
at the site of a drone
strike in Afghanistan.
Claims?
I'm a skeptic, what can I say?
Yeah, I get that.
You know, at some point,
you got to take "Yes"
for an answer, though.
He's dead, and that is a good thing.
FBI, open up!
Looks like no one's home.
FBI, we are looking
for a Jorge Cissneros.
Hey, no answer up front.
Any movement back there?
Negative.
Hey, check it out. That's Cissneros.
Yup.
Okay, guys, we have eyes on Cissneros.
He just crossed the street,
he's headed towards us now.
Jorge!
You okay?
Jorge, relax.
Hey, you're coming with us, pal.
What's up?
I'll be right back.
- Excuse me...
- What the hell?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I thought
you were someone else.
Hey, what's going on?
I thought that was Tamir.
Same build, same hair.
Who's Tamir?
He's a t*rror1st I saw
at the restaurant today.
A guy he thought was Tamir.
No, it was him.
So we've got video of Wilkins
waving you through security.
So?
So Wilkins is dead.
And we know that she was
working with drug traffickers,
so you can drop this
babe in the woods routine.
We're not buying it.
Look, I'm on probation.
I don't want to get violated.
If you cooperate,
we'll see what we can do.
And if you don't, we will take
you back down to probation,
which means you will go back to jail.
You know, the good news is
that by the time you get out,
we'll be ready to
indict you on federal drug
trafficking charges,
so you have that going for you.
All I know is is that some guy paid me
to take a backpack of dope
to Chicago the other day.
It was heroin, I think.
What do you mean, "You think"?
He said it was, but I didn't
look... the bag was zip tied.
- It wasn't an option.
- What'd you do with
the backpack once you got to Chicago?
I dropped it in the trashcan
outside the airport.
Who's this guy that
paid you to do the drop?
Some guy I met at a restaurant.
He started talking,
and one thing led to another.
Restaurant called Sumac House?
Yeah. How'd you know?
- Is that him?
- Yeah, that's him.
- What's his name?
- I don't know.
But he promised me grand
and said I had no chance
of getting busted,
because they had
a TSA chick in their pocket.
- How many runs have you made?
- One.
I swear. I haven't even been paid yet.
I'm supposed to meet that dude tomorrow
at the restaurant to collect my cash.
Jem Polat, born in Istanbul,
but spent most of his
teenage years in Syria.
He came to the US two years ago.
He's here on a temporary visa.
Financial records show that he
opened the restaurant last year.
No criminal record
or Interpol flags, either.
All right, so Polat is a drug dealer,
has a TSA agent in his pocket.
Day before she gets sh*t,
she tells somebody she's got a problem,
and her boss gets suspicious.
And she meets with BALLER
and tells him about her
suspicious supervisor.
And then BALLER sh**t
her three times in the back.
Right.
Question is, who is BALLER ?
I'm guessing it's Polat.
Right. It makes sense.
But now we need to prove it.
Copy that.
You just show up
like nothing happened, okay?
Business as usual... you are
there to collect your cash
and get on with your day.
Try and get him
to say something incriminating.
Okay, cool. I'll just try
and get him to talk.
But don't push too hard.
'Cause he'll smell it from a mile away.
Nina.
I'll be right back.
Okay, look,
I know that it seems unlikely,
but if the guy that I saw
near Cissneros' place
really was Tamir,
then Polat is going to know
that he was arrested
and that he's wearing a wire.
You grabbed the guy.
It wasn't him.
- I know, I know, but...
- Look, you told me
that Tamir was a t*rror1st, right?
Not a drug dealer.
So why would he be involved
with Cissneros or Polat?
I don't know.
- But for some reason I...
- OA, you confirmed
with your army buddy
that Tamir was dead.
They found his DNA at
the site of the drone strike.
It was him at the restaurant, Nina.
It was Tamir.
Okay? It's been years,
his face has changed,
he could have had surgery,
but I remember his eyes.
Do you know who this is?
You've never seen him before?
- No.
- We know that Polat
has a partner, and we think
that it is this guy.
His name is Tamir Hazara.
You've never seen him at the
restaurant, near your place,
- with Polat, anything?
- No, never.
- Don't lie to me Jorge.
- I'm not.
- I've never seen him.
- I am trying to help you, bro.
Because if Tamir
knows that you were involved,
he's going to know
you're wearing a wire.
Do you understand what I'm saying...
OA.
I'm sorry.
Let's do it.
Come on, let's go.
Remember, money first so
that he doesn't get suspicious.
Got it.
And at some point, not right away,
make sure to ask about the partner.
There were two sets of
footprints at the crime scene.
If Polat didn't pull the trigger,
means the other guy probably did.
Yeah, I get that, but
I don't want to confuse him.
He says one wrong thing in there
and Polat's going to shut him down.
Yeah.
Sit, order something.
You never know who's watching.
Just bring me whatever.
I just wanna get paid.
Take the damn menu.
Those cameras aren't for show.
If a cop reviews them,
this needs to look like
a normal interaction.
- Chicken kebab.
- Hmm.
Perfect.
Did you drop off the package?
In Chicago, like I said?
Yeah, in the trash can.
Just like you said.
Your guy on that side didn't get it?
No.
Because the package was empty.
What?
We needed to make sure
we could trust you.
He said "We."
Press for the partner's name.
Who's we?
My partner.
Where's he at?
Doesn't matter. Doesn't concern you.
Of course it concerns me.
I'd like to know who I'm working for.
Trust is a two-way street.
Here.
Take the money, eat the kebab,
and stop asking so many questions.
Yeah careful. Don't push too hard.
I have another job
for you if you're interested.
Yeah, sure.
When is it?
This afternoon.
Same routine, same destination.
The TSA girl who waved me through,
she got sh*t... I saw her on the news.
It doesn't matter. We have a new guy.
Meet me here, : .
I will have a plane ticket
and a backpack waiting for you.
Look...
I'm not a drug dealer.
I'm just trying to make some easy money.
So I just wanna be sure
that I'm not going to get
busted going through that security.
I told you...
it's all set.
I don't wanna end up
with a b*llet in my head.
As long as you do what we ask...
you don't need to worry.
Tell him that you
want to meet his partner.
Look him in the eye. Get a read on him.
I trust you...
because I can see you,
because I can read your eyes.
If it's possible,
I'd like to do the same
with your partner.
Look into his eyes, and...
and be sure that I can trust him.
You don't want to meet my partner.
Trust me on that, Jorge.
Are you in or out?
Agree and get the hell out of there.
I'm good.
I'll be back in a few hours.
Polat seemed to acknowledge
he had something to do
with the TSA agent's death,
but he didn't quite confess.
Seemed to?
Cissneros was expressing his concern
about the TSA agent's m*rder,
said he didn't want to wind up
with a b*llet in his head,
to which Polat responded,
"If you do what we ask, you'll be okay."
- It's not exactly a denial.
- You're right.
But not enough for arrest or a warrant.
Mm-mm.
All right, here's what we do.
Have Cissneros agree
to the new drug run,
follow him through the TSA line
and into the terminal.
Wait... but what does that get us?
The identity of the new
TSA agent on Polat's payroll.
Right, we arrest him.
Get him to cooperate.
Maybe he knows something
about the m*rder.
- Yep.
- All right.
Good luck.
It's sealed with a zip tie.
If the client in Chicago
sees that you've opened it,
you get nothing.
- Understand?
- Not a problem.
Don't want to know what's in it anyway.
Means I can pass a polygraph
test in case I get busted.
You're not going to get busted.
The new TSA agent will see you
in that red jacket
and wave you through the line.
Your flight leaves in three hours.
Get there early.
Don't miss it.
JFK.
You got it.
Let's see what we're dealing with.
Oh, damn.
"Oh, damn" is right.
I'm gonna back away slowly.
We got a situation.
It's not dr*gs.
This backpack has a b*mb inside it.
Six blocks of Semtex
with a barometric trigger
connected to a . -volt battery.
Packed with bearings for maximum damage.
The trigger was set to go off
when the plane hit a certain altitude.
We are definitely
dealing with a t*rror1st.
Look, guys, I know that he
is supposed to be dead and all,
but Tamir used Semtex initiated
with . -volt batteries
all the time in Afghanistan.
I'll call the JOC.
Update Isobel and Jubal,
see how they want to play it.
FBI.
Everybody stay calm
and keep your hands
where we can see them.
Polat, put your hands in the air, now.
Suspect is on the move!
Polat, freeze!
Jem Polat, hands behind your back.
You're under arrest.
Suspect is in custody.
It's a -mill.
Could be our m*rder w*apon.
Hey, so prints came back on our guy.
His name is not Jem Polat.
It is Abdul Al-Halil.
He's Afghani.
Must've assumed or bought
the real Polat's identity.
The State Department Intel says
as a child,
he took up arms against the Russians
in the Soviet-Afghan w*r.
And then once they got
chased out of the country,
he turned his attention
on the American troops.
And now that we're
no longer in Afghanistan,
- he has brought the fight to us.
- Something like that, yeah.
Explains why he'd want
to blow up a plane stateside.
Makes a big statement.
Do the Intel agencies
have a list of associates?
Yes, and Tamir Hazara
is not one of them.
They also made it clear that he is dead.
I get it, but Intel
is not a perfect science.
Well, State Department and CIA
have both reconfirmed his death,
so they may not be perfect,
but we are going to proceed
as if the Intel is correct.
Okay?
Either way,
Polat has a partner out there,
who was most likely involved
in the sh**ting
and the attempted bombing, so...
we should probably find that guy.
Agreed. So go talk to our new guest.
Get some answers.
How many more bombs are there?
I don't know what you're talking about.
You're already looking at life in prison
if you do not cooperate.
So you might as well talk.
You can get your anti-American
talking points on record.
I don't have talking points.
I love America.
Who doesn't?
Please don't play stupid, okay?
The time for games is over.
We know that you are Afghani
and that your name is Al-Halil.
We scrubbed the laptop we found
in your restaurant's back office.
We found the text
between you and Wilkins.
Then make your case and leave me alone.
Who k*lled Wilkins, you?
I own a restaurant. I'm not a k*ller.
So your partner sh*t her.
That's what you're saying.
I don't have a partner.
Sure you do.
We found two sets of footprints
at the m*rder scene,
one belonging to you...
and the other belonging to your partner.
Tamir Hazara.
I don't know anyone by that name.
I think you do.
I'm not a traitor.
No, sir, you are a coward.
Trying to blow up a plane
full of civilians,
innocent people.
And how many innocent Afghani civilians
did your army k*ll?
Thousands.
So don't talk to me about
k*lling innocent civilians.
Where is he?! Where is Tamir?!
I want my lawyer, now.
Enough, OA. Walk away.
He invoked his right to counsel.
Hey, what the hell was that?
- We needed answers.
- Yeah, and we got some.
You saw his eyes
when I mentioned Tamir, right?
Okay.
I think you need
to talk to somebody, okay?
OA, this obsession
that you have with Tamir,
it's unhealthy,
and it's affecting our case.
Okay, I know it might
be hard for people like you
to understand this, Nina,
but not everybody
that went to w*r came back with PTSD
or needs therapy.
Okay?
Hey, ballistics came back on
the g*n that Polat was carrying.
It is not a match to the one
that k*lled Wilkins, so...
Well, that doesn't mean
he's not the sh**t.
He could have used a different g*n.
Yeah, but it...
it does mean we do not have enough
to arrest him for k*lling Wilkins.
Well, we have time to build that case.
Right now, we need to determine
if there's another b*mb out there.
The flight Cissneros was
supposed to take doesn't leave
for another hour and a half,
so let's focus on that.
More specifically, the new TSA agent.
You know what,
I'll grab Cissneros' backpack
and plane ticket
from evidence right away.
Good.
Okay, scrub every piece of footage.
I need to know if this man
was in the restaurant.
There he is. Stop the feed.
That's him.
Okay, punch in on his face.
And then take that time code
and scrub every street pod
and security cam in the immediate area.
You got it.
That was Jubal.
Okay, Ian, I need you
to focus on this for me, okay?
I need you to follow
this man as far as you can.
Every traffic cam, bus cam,
whatever you need to do,
I need you to do it right now.
Do you understand?
Yeah.
Thank you.
All right, Scola, it looks
like there's three TSA agents
on shift at that checkpoint.
Any of them giving you the eye?
Uh... negative.
They all seem pretty focused
on their screens.
Sir, a boarding pass?
- Follow me.
- Yup.
It's the victim's supervisor.
Mr. Reynolds.
- You're under arrest.
- Don't make a scene,
- and come with us.
- No, n-no.
Please don't do this.
You're gonna get them k*lled.
Who's going to be k*lled?
They have my wife and my kid.
They said they'd k*ll them
if I didn't do this.
All right, folks.
We have to innocent people
being held by a t*rror1st,
one that we have no clear ID on.
So where we are on the phone
used to send that hostage picture?
It's a burner, but it's been shut off
since sending that photo to Reynolds.
Right. So dead end.
Hey, Kelly, Reynolds said
his wife and kid disappeared
on the way to school.
Let's figure out what route
they would have taken
and start pulling footage...
see if we can get
eyes on this abduction.
On it.
- Hey.
- Jubal.
I know where Tamir's staying.
What are you talking about?
Where are you?
I'm at Jem Polat's restaurant,
and the security cam footage here
shows the two of them interacting.
It gave me a better glimpse of him.
It is him, Jubal, and I'm
guessing that he's the one
holding on to the hostages.
All right, hold on.
Well, he sounds pretty certain,
but by all accounts,
this guy's supposed to be dead,
and OA has had a rough go lately.
Yeah, I know. He's been
under a lot of stress.
OA, why don't you come
back to the office,
and we'll talk about everything?
With all due respect, Isobel,
there is no time for that.
I need to head over there.
I have to follow my gut on this one.
The address is Industrial Way.
Please have the others
meet me over there.
All right. Get the team out there.
Whether he is right or not,
he needs our help.
Yes, ma'am.
We're here, buddy. You all right?
I'm good, guys. You ready?
Hey, any sign of Tamir?
No. Means we're gonna
have to make entry.
We have an agent down.
We need an ambulance ASAP.
Hey, everybody, get back!
Get back, get back!
Fall back!
Be advised, we have an active sh**t.
Notify the ambulance to stay wide.
We'll bring the wounded to them.
Back up, or she dies!
It's Tamir.
Your gut was right. Sorry I doubted you.
He's been to the window several times.
Always with the woman
or the kid as a human shield.
Right.
All right.
Well, the hostage negotiator
is on their way.
No, he's not gonna surrender.
What, you think he'll
k*ll himself and the hostages?
He's going to try and escape.
He will lay a trap,
wire the building to explode
the second we make entry.
How is he going to escape?
We have this place surrounded.
No, no, no. He's called
"the rat" for a reason.
His M.O. is always having a way out.
In Kabul, if he didn't have
one, he would dig a tunnel.
Well, this isn't Kabul.
We got eyes inside.
Filament camera fed
through the ventilation system.
Uh-huh.
Yeah, I'm not buying that
he's digging a tunnel there.
I mean, this guy's trapped.
Listen.
Tamir Hazara is not going to
choose a hideout
without an escape plan, okay?
How long would it take
to get the sewer schematics
of the area?
On it.
OA, Nina, can you hear me?
He is on the move.
Watch yourselves.
...hear me?
...move...
Jubal, it looks like Tamir
has accessed the sewer system,
and we have lost contact
with OA and Nina.
Okay, copy that.
I mean, we've got all
possible egresses covered
on street level.
Hostages secured.
No sign of Tamir.
OA, it means he's down there with you.
Wife and kid are okay
considering everything
they've been through.
That's good to hear.
OA was right about
Tamir wiring the place.
b*mb squad had to diffuse
all six access points.
Enough Semtex to level the building.
All right, well...
thing's turned out okay,
I guess, considering.
And hopefully Omar got some closure.
Hey.
You okay?
Yeah.
The ballistic report
came back on Tamir's g*n.
Looks like it was the one
used to sh**t Wilkins.
I'm sorry.
It's okay, you don't need to apologize.
I appreciate that, but...
stress is a tricky thing, you know?
It hides for years and years and...
One day it'll just bite you in the ass.
Yeah.
I'm always here if
you need to talk, okay?
I appreciate that.
Hey, Doc.
Good to see you again, Omar.
Been a while.
It has.
It has, um...
I was doing pretty good.
I really thought I was all better.
Didn't think we were
going to have to talk again.
It's been a tough few days.