Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan

You know, Levan, you could say that I did you a favor.

I mean, sooner or later...

Fuck you. Fuck you!

You son of a bitch. You know what loyalty is, huh?

You know what loyalty is? Fuck you!

Can't believe you actually showed up in person.

I can't believe you'd actually tell me where you were.

Well, you were right about him being fucking crazy.

So, Matoksa.

A nuclear fallout site in the middle of Russia.

I assume you have a plan.

- My guy can get... - I didn't say I wanted to hear it.

Just that you've got one.

I do.

Let me know when you go in. I'll provide overwatch.

The Agency?

Or just you?

Good luck.

Where the fuck is Ryan? I need an update.

You stuck your neck out for him, and if you don't bring him in,

- this is on you. - I'm still waiting to hear from him.

I'll let you know when we have something.

Where are we going?

You haven't decided yet, have you?

There's a quality you have, Radek.

When you started with me, I thought it made you weak.

Now I envy it.

What?

Doubt.

You don't have to do this.

- - Cahill.

It's Greer. Do you have eyes on Radek right now?

No.

He left the party with the president.

Shit.

We suspect Radek played a part in the assassination.

Working under orders from Petr.

You don't think he'd be stupid enough

to try anything with her, do you?

If Radek thinks we're on to him, we can't bet on anything.

I'm on my way.

So...

...what will it be, Radek?

- Yes? - You were with him.

The American.

He was just fishing.

It's nothing to worry about.

Then why are you inside my apartment?

I taught you well, Radek.

I know what you do with loose ends.

I've taken care of a few of them for you.

You sent your wife and child away.

But there is no one I cannot find.

Which is why I propose a trade.

My family for yours.

She's fine for now.

We're headed to the country house. Come alone.

All right, Jack.

Search the facility, find the uranium

and get out.

Keep an eye

on your radiation levels.

What do you got?

- - 1,000 millirems.

Is that, you know, uh...

It's fine. Normal background radiation

is about 350.

Gets dangerous when you absorb more than 5,000.

The president still hasn't checked in with her staff?

Not yet.

What about Radek Breza? Anything from his phone records?

He received a call at 21:40 while at Cáslav.

It was from his wife Jana.

- You check the wife's records? - Her next call was to book

a flight out of the country.

They landed in Warsaw an hour ago.

Do we bring IS in?

Radek was head of security.

How do we know who to trust?

The last DDI report's a bit short on details.

The nuclear accident in Matoksa

was no Chernobyl, but it doesn't sound pretty.

Hey, I'm a can-do kind of guy and all,

but this is starting to feel not great.

Then why hasn't the meter changed?

I mean, if we were really heading into radiation,

- the meter would definitely... -

Do that?

What's the reading?

- 2,100. - Jesus.

Wait a minute.

Could the reading really jump that high

in only a couple steps?

I mean, it's rare, but it's possible.

2,200.

Jack, what are you doing?

What if it's a cover?

You think they planted radioactive shit

to scare people off?

Actually, it doesn't have to be radioactive.

Targeted UVC frequencies could do it.

2,500.

3,000.

This is insane.

3,100.

3,300.

3,500.

Are you really willing to bet your life on this?

3,800.

1,500.

Yeah, he does that.

We tracked Radek and the president

to the exit, and this is where the cameras lose them.

The satellite footage catches them heading north onto 38.

- Not back to Prague but out into the country. - Mm-hmm.

Does Radek own any property out that way?

Only thing registered to him was the apartment in the city.

Another call placed from Radek's phone.

- Number? - Coming up on a list

of unregistered we've been chasing.

Well, belongs to Petr Kovac.

Run a property check on him.

Looks like a place

- just outside Doksy. - Send it to my phone.

That's probably where they're headed,

but I need to be certain.

What does Petr Kovac drive?

The only car in his name is a 1975 Land Rover series III.

All right, you keep digging in on Petr.

- I want everything. - Greer.

We can't keep this from Czech intelligence.

We've got to at least warn them of our suspicions.

Fine.

You can read 'em in, but give me a head start.

Didn't think you'd answer.

Neither did I.

You know, I was thinking,

most of this makes sense.

Radek resents Russian influence, so he takes out Dmitry Popov.

Simple assassination.

Inside job from President Kovac's head of security.

It's kind of standard, really.

But what doesn't make sense,

what never has made sense, is you.

But I'm starting to get it.

For a while there, I thought that Radek took her

because we were on to him, but he took her because of you.

You are the one who has him running scared.

Americans.

So entitled.

Always thinking you are five moves ahead

when the game hasn't even begun.

You know, I spent some time in Russia.

I'd go on walks in Old Arbat.

There was a bakery with a window

that looked right into the kitchen.

And every morning,

the same guy rolling dough.

Down to the minute.

Then, one morning, I asked him...

"Why the precision?"

He told me he was Red Army.

And during his years, every second mattered.

Not for himself, not for his comrades

but for his country.

It's how he lived.

The past leading the present.

Petr.

It's how you live, too.

He has my daughter, Mr. Greer.

But it's me he really wants.

He will kill her unless I stop him.

How do I know you won't kill her?

You seeing this?

I am.

Pull up a high-side search on Sokol Project, 1969.

This is where it all started.

Let's hope ours has a happier ending.

- Everything okay here? - Yeah, no problem.