Legends

Previously on Legends...

Think Martin Odum is a material witness

to a brutal homicide.

I have a duty to follow that case wherever it goes.

The case he is on is a hell of a lot more important.

Literally thousands of lives could be at stake. Back off.

We've got a weapons-grade nerve agent out there,

which is why the op has been escalated to level one priority.

Half the city is in the kill zone.

Yuri Medved... he was a Chechen

resistance colonel in the First Chechen War...

In the '90s, he was rumored to be the source

of some black market nerve agents...

What do they want?

I used to be a chemist for the Russian military.

Richard Hubbard was actively involved in Russia's

chemical weapons program.

This is probably Martin's most productive legend.

Dante Auerbach... British arms dealer.

Odum has been in legend a week,

and he's already penetrated the network.

The VX has high persistence in the environment.

Any sign of the VX?

Nothing. It looks like they took it all.

It's up to Martin now.

A single drop is enough to kill.

Now we have trust.

So, how much have you got?

I have five liters of concentrated

weapon-grade VX nerve agent.

I'll buy it all... market rate.

$20 million.

The product is already in the country.

I assume that's why you came here to buy it...

you have no smuggling expenses.

I buy it in risk of exposure... 30.

35.

32. That's it.

I get ten percent now.

Not a problem, as long as it's done quickly.

My clients seem to be on a schedule.

We can make the exchange tomorrow.

Good.

From now on, no electronic communication between us.

No texts, calls, e-mails, nothing.

I need a flash drive with your bank routing numbers.

Pleasure, Mr. Auerbach.

Medved threatened my family.

He held a gun to my daughter's head, and my wife's.

You had no choice, we know that.

How much VX did you make?

Five liters.

An aerosolized batch of

one of those liters could kill 1,000 people.

Do you understand this man?

He ordered the use of nerve agent in Chechnya.

He exterminated an entire village.

The Russians covered it up.

It wasn't even a strategic location,

it was a testing ground,

because he was curious.

The man is evil.

If he's backed into a corner,

he'll use the VX agent.

He doesn't care.

We are taking you now

to where FBI agents made a dramatic raid

on a warehouse just south of...

My God, Yuri, turn on the news.

I'm watching.

Why didn't your men tell us it was happening last night?

Police must've disabled communications

before they went in.

They're probably questioning the scientist as we speak.

I was gonna have to dispose of him anyway.

He knows who you are.

Interpol knows who I am for 20 years;

they haven't found me yet.

We need to move.

The FBI are getting close.

Calm yourself down, my dear.

Nothing in that warehouse tracks back to us.

We'll do the deal with Mr. Auerbach as planned.

Then we leave.

We need to be smart here.

We don't know Dante, not really.

I still don't know if he can be trusted.

You said you had doubts.

Not after what he did

last night.

The Colonel will be in touch.

Lovely.

Welcome home, Mr. Auerbach.

Resident in the house.

Solo occupant.

Copy, Gatekeeper.

Martin just made contact. He's home.

About goddamn time.

The deal is on.

We're just waiting on details for the exchange.

We probably won't have a location

until the last final minute.

Well, you can count on that.

Uh, you and your team gonna be ready?

Prepping now.

Good.

Sounds like things are going better.

"Things"?

Between you and Martin.

I am going to enjoy this.

Sir?

The part where you tell me I was right.

Mm.

It's been a while since we've been on a case together...

Mm-hmm.

but to work with him so closely...

he's good.

And?

And you were right.

Ah.

Thank you.

Now get out.

Oh, I am in some shit.

And down the rabbit hole we go.

No, no, listen, I am serious, okay?

I am getting close to something here.

Yeah. The murder of the homeless guy.

You find your smoking gun?

You tell me, okay?

Nelson Gates, the head of the DCO,

came to my house the other night

telling me to lay off Martin Odum.

And it wasn't a very friendly visit either,

if you know what I mean.

Now, I don't know what all this adds up to,

but DCO is acting like they got something to hide.

Thought I'd keep you company before the exchange.

Does the Colonel know you're here?

Who do you think asked me to keep an eye on you?

All part of the job, huh?

It's the best part.

You know City Hall Park?

Lovely place to feed the pigeons.

Yeah, I know it.

We have to meet Yuri there tomorrow morning at 8:00.

Right.

Dante, I have to leave when the deal is complete.

I don't suppose we could see each other again?

Another life maybe.

It's too bad

we don't have more than one.

How'd you meet him?

Yuri.

My parents were killed in the Civil War in Chechnya

when I was two.

I was put in an orphanage.

That wasn't easy for you, I would imagine.

They put us in cages.

There were so many children.

Yuri adopted me when I was ten.

He's like a father to you?

Yeah?

Or something else?

He would never take advantage of me that way.

No offense.

Just wanted to know where I stood.

You care to join?

You kind of like me, don't you?

Mm... not at all.

Beautiful day.

How do you know they're beautiful

when they're all the same?

I'm from Liverpool, mate.

Take all the sun I can get.

Everything is packaged separately and securely.

All looks in order.

Wiring through now.

Done.

We need a minute for the verification.

Intercepting the wire now, sir.

Rerouting for cover and ghost fund.

I remember when it was flash cash in a briefcase.

The transaction's secretly marked

with a digital code.

Once we make the arrest, the $32 million we transferred

will disappear from their account.

Impressive.

Smoke and mirrors... that's what I do.

- We're good. - Good.

Pleasure doing business with you.

FBI! Hands in the air now!

Let's go! Nice and steady! FBI!

Turn around.

Turn around. I need your hands in the air.

Don't move. Keep your hands up.

Ana, come on!

Ana!

You shot? You okay?

I'm pinned down.

Trying to get eyes on the shooter.