Previously on "Legends"...
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You agree not to prosecute Kate, I'll tell you where she is.
Could we use the Crawford girl?
Put her on the inside.
She has relatives in Prague.
An uncle. Tamir Zakayev.
In return for new life in London,
you find out from Doku where the General is.
Spy on my husband?
Maybe this is the gun
that Dmitry used to kill Jaros.
Maybe not.
We just need evidence to squeeze him.
I'm looking...
for Dmitry Petrovich.
They say he went to Paris to find her.
Her?
You speak English?
Of course, chéri.
Get in.
How long does that buy me?
Mm...
two hours.
All right.
If I need longer, I'll pay you more.
What's he saying?
Something about a robbery.
All right, keep listening.
If there's any mention of the girl
who did the shooting yesterday
or a man in his 50s who was with her,
you let me know.
Hey!
Can I get some food in here?!
You carried Ifti's bag through security in London.
I told you already.
I didn't know there was a gun in it.
It doesn't matter.
You're still an accessory to mass murder.
But if you want us to keep you
out of the hands of the French,
you need to cooperate.
What do you mean "cooperate"?
Kate!
Papa?!
Stop! Kate!
You okay?!
Get me out of here!
Kate!
Don't tell them anything!
Don't agree to anything!
Do you hear me?!
Don't say a word!
I'm done talking to you.
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Terrence.
Pull up a chair.
So...
what's all this about?
Ah, the old coded message.
That was Doku earlier today.
That was Friday.
And that was last Tuesday.
We tailed Doku leaving the mosque today after prayers.
He came straight home.
So he's getting the messages from someone at the mosque.
I think it's time we gave our new friend
her first task.
You live here?
I rent.
So we have place to meet.
Looking for something?
You have tea?
Coffee?
I am Russian.
Someone at mosque is passing your husband messages.
From the general?
Perhaps.
You must go to mosque with him,
see who messenger is.
What if Doku sees me watching him?
Wife cannot look at her husband?
You love him. You smile.
I did love him.
Once.
But now you must think about Katya.
Remember,
buy groceries downstairs.
He needs to think you went shopping, yes?
I am good little Muslim wife.
How could I forget?
Could I come to mosque tomorrow,
to pray with you?
That would make me very happy.
Petrovich, we have a warrant to search the premises.
You want drink?
No, thank you.
What about you?
Or maybe
lap dance.
Something special
for important man from FBI.
Detective Miskova.
Mr. Petrovich,
do you have a license for this firearm?
Is not my gun.
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Mmm.
Delicious, darling, thank you.
I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
Well, I'd best be off, then.
You're going to London tonight?
Uh, meetings first thing.
I'll stay at my club.
I missed you.
Oh, Terrence.
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Lady Anna.
Hmm?
What's it about?
Well...
so far,
a young woman of noble birth
has fallen in love with a tailor.
Her family is appalled
and tries to ruin the relationship.
Will society divide them, and it will be a tragedy?
Or will love win out, and it will be a comedy?
I suppose I shall have to read on and find out.
Ernst.
Terrence.
Yes?
Okay, yes.
Well, it was a pleasure to meet you.
What's the big emergency?
Dmitry's been arrested, sir.
Damn it.
Take my fingerprints.
I tell you, they are not on gun.
A man like you, Petrovich, I bet you take good care
of the tools of the trade.
You keep that gun clean,
wipe it down after every hit.
Because what self-respecting murdering scumbag does any less?
You'll go to prison for 20 years.
Or you can cooperate.
Tell us all about your Russian mob buddy
Viktor Luhanski.
In return, we grant you
full immunity from prosecution.
You hear of Butyrka prison?
Toughest prison in Russia.
I am five years there.
Compared to that, Czech prison is like Four Seasons.
Go ahead.
Lock me up.
I could use vacation.
You Russian gangsters...
You talk a big game, but when it comes down to it,
you're all as gutless as schoolyard bullies.
You're finished, Petrovich.
Done.
We got you.
Let's dance.
We're supposed to be celebrating.
We got our guy.
Tamir planted that gun.
You know that, don't you?
You think about work all the time.
You need to relax.
The way you handled Petrovich...
Many cops would've been intimidated.
But... you,
you were so calm.
So strong.
It was very...
impressive.
Let's get out of here.
It's, um...
it's late and, uh, I should...
I should go.
Besides, we have round two with Dmitry in the morning.
So, um...
Thanks for the dance.
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He's saying that all detectives
and, uh, how do you say,
enqueteurs de scene de crime.
Inquisitors of crime scene.
Investigators?
- Like CSI? - Mm.
They're all being told to go
to 52 Rue St. Louis, immediately.
All right, what's he saying now?
Uh, well, uh, they think
it's where the terrorist girl was hiding.
They say she and the man broke into an empty apartment
- that was for sale. - The man?
The man was with her?
Yes, the man.
And they're warning that
both of them may be armed and dangerous.
Hey!
Excuse me, have you seen this man?
Uh, have you seen this man?
No, monsieur.
Uh, excuse me.
Uh, have you seen this man?
You saw this man here?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Who the hell are you?
Special Agent Ballard, FBI.
All right, this witness says he saw this man here.
Now, what are these witnesses saying?
He's a priority Bureau target.
All right.
This morning, six men took the girl,
forced her into a Range Rover,
drove away at high speed.
Some witnesses heard them speaking... English.
What about the man who was with her?
The man with same description was forced into a car
in Place Des Vosges last night.
Also a Range Rover?
Driven at high speeds by men who were speaking English?
Exactement.
Thank you. Will you excuse me?
Okay.
Fiske.
Ballard.
I'm just wondering.
You located Martin Odum?
I told you to stay out of it.
I know where he is.
Where? Where is he?
Well, I'll tell you.
Provided you get me authorization
to make the arrest.
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Hello.
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Krystof.
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Your friend Petrovich is under arrest for murder.
Who do they say he killed?
Someone called Jaros.
Police found the gun in his desk.
This Petrovich is important to you, isn't he?
What do you want from me?
I want $50,000 for me to make the charges go away.
Or you can let him rot in jail, but who knows what he might say
to avoid a long sentence?
I'll get you the money.
Why? Why? What did I do?
You took my gun and you put in Dmitry's desk, didn't you?
- Hmm? - What? Are you crazy...
Okay! I did.
I did!
Police question me and they say maybe I kill him
or you did.
I'm protecting you, brother!
We need Dmitry!
His trucks!
His connections at border!
Are you stupid?!
What do you mean they released him?
There was a problem with the warrant.
Legal technicality.
Oh, you mean Dmitry's mob bosses
put their hands into their pockets?
Who did they pay off?
The chief of police?
The Minister of Justice?
Maybe they paid off you.
Curtis.
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We're running out of time.
She's been gone what, two days now?
How are we gonna credibly account for that?
Calm down, darling.
I'll break her.
Maybe it's time to talk to Papa.
Two months ago,
Six began an op in Prague.
Some Chechen extremists caught their eye.
They zeroed in on one man in particular.
Tamir Zakayev.
They think he's planning something big
for the NATO/Russian summit.
Why you telling me all this?
They caught one of his guys using a dead-drop.
They cleared it, found a memory card,
copied it, put it back.
Encrypted.
High-level Rijndael.
Unbreakable.
Before Kate went to Paris,
she was befriended by this young woman in London.
Khava Bazaeva.
Turns out, Khava is a terrorist recruiter.
And she offered to put Kate in touch with Tamir Zakayev.
Well, Kate's an international fugitive.
And this Tamir character,
he wouldn't want anything to do with her now.
Tamir is Kate's uncle.
If we're lucky, Zakayev takes her in with open arms.
His long-lost niece.
The daughter of
his heroic dead brother Doku.
Kate goes in,
she downloads Zakayev's computer,
and then she comes out.
She does this, and we'll talk sense into the French.
We need you to get her to play ball.
Nah.
She's just a kid. She's innocent.
Any lawyer
would convince a jury she never knowingly
went through security with a gun.
If you really believed that,
you would've called a lawyer.
But you didn't, did you?
You called me.
I just got off a conference call
with the director of the FBI and the head of Six.
I've been ordered to hand over Odum to the FBI.
Jesus, how'd they know we had him?
Who cares?
The FBI are threatening a major diplomatic incident
- unless I hand him over immediately. - You can't!
Do you think I want to go down in history as the man
who broke up this special relationship?
It wouldn't look so bloody hot on my CV.
Remember me?
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- _ - Nina,
- _ - I'm guessing this is not a social call.
There's been a lot of chatter
about the summit next week in Prague.
The usual threats.
No surprise.
Well, we've isolated something specific and credible.
We've been running a joint op with Six.
The FBI butted in...
Uh, let me guess.
They did what they do best.
I need your help cleaning it up.
You asked me before if I remember you.
Truth is I don't.
I don't remember you, I don't remember my own family.
I don't even remember m-my real name.
You're claiming amnesia?
Seriously?
That is pathetic.
Who did you know me as?
Dmitry?
Eh, Dmitry...
Martin Odum...
John Cameron.
Who cares what you called yourself?
But who was I?
You were the biggest piece of shit I ever met.
You smuggled drugs and guns.
You beat up innocent people.
You were a gangster, a murderer.
You crippled me.
That was Dmitry.
No, buddy...
it was you.
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Daddy!
Hey.
Come here.
Oh!
What's this?
A man dropped it by earlier.
Is everything all right?
Yeah, fine. Uh...
I have to go to London.
Now?
You just got home.
Can't it wait till the morning?
No, it bloody well can't.
What the hell?!
Don't touch me!
Get out!
How much did they pay you to seduce me?
What are you talking about?
How much, Angelo?
How much?!
500 quid!
I loved you.
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Pretty sure Tamir set you up.
But why frame me?
Are they trying to get me out of the way?
I think Tamir just panicked, tried to save his own skin.
Or maybe Doku put him up to it.
I don't think so.
Doku needs you.
Your cover's intact.
Maybe.
Maybe, but Doku and Tamir need to know
that I know they set me up.
Out of the question.
Terrence,
if I don't kill whichever one of them did it,
then my cover is blown,
and I'm gonna end up with a bullet in my brain.
You seem to keep forgetting this,
so let me get it through your thick skull.
You are not a Russian gangster.
You are an intelligence officer.
You work for me,
and you will remember that your life
is at all times, my dear boy,
entirely in my hands.
Now, pull yourself together.
Or what?
You gonna pull me out?
Send me home, will you?
Go ahead, do it.
There's no going home.
Not for you
and not for me.
Ever.
I may not be a gangster,
but Doku thinks I am.
Allahu Akbar.
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Plane's ten minutes out.
I don't know what I did as Dmitry,
but what I do know is
I didn't kill the director of the FBI.
Tell it to a jury.
Ah, we both know I'll never get a fair trial.
You deserve justice for what you've done.
Putting me on that plane,
sending me back for a crime I didn't commit
and that I'll be executed for... How is that justice?
What's the FBI motto?
"Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity."
And that you remember.
Here we are in the middle of nowhere,
sending me back to face charges.
But where are the extradition papers?
Not legal, this, what you're doing.
Truth is, mate, you're a hypocrite.
Get your hands off me.
You don't know who I am!
All right, you don't know what I've done to get here,
to find you, to bring you in!
You're right.
And I don't give a shit either.
Agent Ballard.
What?
Special Agent Curtis Ballard?
Yes?
What the hell is this?
It's a directive,
signed by the DNI and the AG,
instructing you to turn over Martin Odum to me.
This man is wanted for murder.
Call Fiske.
Bring it up with him.
Hey!
You don't understand.
I've been hunting him for 14 years!
I'm sorry.
This goes above both our heads.
I suppose I should thank you.
Suppose so.
I'll help you with Kate on two conditions.
Martin, you are in no position to negotiate...
I run her.
I'm her handler, nobody else.
Second, you get Six to let me see
all the files about who I am...
Dmitry, John Cameron, all the legends.
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Which one of you put gun in my desk?
W-What gun?
It was you, wasn't it?
Yes, it was him.
I have right to kill him.
Yes, you do.
But I paid to get you out of jail.
So you let him go.
Enough!
Doku said he paid to get me out.
Well, either he was lying to protect his brother,
or maybe...
we were right to keep this whole op a secret.
Can't trust the Czech police or the FBI.
Hey, you might want to get that hand looked at.
You never know when you'll need to punch him again.
What if we never catch him?
I don't know.
Maybe bad guys and lovers are the same.
What do you mean?
There's always one that gets away.
You just have to learn to live with that.
Um... I owe you an apology.
Uh...
Running out on you at the bar last night was...
Oh, my God, I was so drunk.
It's a good thing you're a gentleman.
Didn't take advantage of me.
What if I were gentlemanly about it?
What do you mean?
Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?
You know,
like, uh, a real date.
You're, um, a great guy, Curtis.
The kind of man
I should be with.
But I...
Uh, right, we work together.
It's better to keep things simple.
You're right. I'm sorry.
Old Czech saying.
"Patience brings roses."
We'll get him.
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Oh, man, you again?
Yeah?
Curtis? Fiske.
We were trumped on Odum.
Goddamn agency called in the big dogs.
I don't know what else to say.
All that aside,
what you did finding Odum, that was excellent work.
Got me thinking... An opportunity's come up,
something I think you'd be perfect for.
Uh, back in the field?
Quantico.
I hear they're looking for someone
to teach a class on cooperation
between international law enforcement agencies.
With all your experience,
I think you'd make a great teacher.
Uh, "those who can't," right?
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You know how old your friend Angelo is?
Seventeen.
Your career, your family,
your whole life,
all gone.
This is a no smoking compartment.
Order of battle at MI6.
Names of department heads,
section heads, personal details,
sexual preferences, vulnerabilities.
Friday.
White Hart at Waterloo.
7:00.
Daddy?
Daddy, I can't sleep.
Come here.
I had a bad dream.
Me, too.
I love you, Daddy.
Come on.
G and T, please.
You stay with your wife.
You carry on as before.
But if Six were to discover your... proclivities,
your career would be over.
And we can't have that.
So no more... perversions.
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Hello, comrade.
Don't call me that.
Any news on General Arsanov?
Is Six getting impatient?
Moscow is.
We're making progress.
What are Six's instructions
when you find him?
They want the matter closed.
We want it left open.
So did it turn out to be a tragedy
or a comedy?
Well...
Lady Anna defies her family,
abandons society, forsakes her inheritance.
She runs off to Australia with her tailor.
To live happily ever after.
May I join you?
Please.
You like champagne?
What are we celebrating?
I'm sorry...
uh, but I think you have the wrong idea about me.
I saw a man pass Doku a message at the mosque.
I don't know his name, but I believe he works at Najab's,
the halal butcher on Finska Street.
You've done well.
What happened?
Nothing.
Show me.
Katya is waiting.
Your scarf.
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Kate?
Papa.
I can't do what they want.
Yes, you can. You have to.
We have to.
It's our only option.
It's okay.
I told you I'm gonna see you through this,
all the way.
Curtis?
I once asked you:
what if we never caught Dmitry?
You remember what you said?
You said,
"There's always one that gets away,
and you just have to learn to live with that."
Well, guess what.
I got him.
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You did?
That's wonderful.
And then they took him again,
Gabi.
They drove away with him,
right in front of my eyes.
I'm so sorry, Curtis.
That night, in the bar...
before everything went to hell in Prague,
I should have gone home with you.
You can bring him in again.
No.
No, I'll never get him.
And I'll never get you, will I?
He's all yours now, Gabi.
May patience always bring you roses.
Curtis...
what do you mean?
Curtis.