Allegiance

Previously on Allegiance...

The moment we have enough information to prove

that Black Dagger is real, we go straight the FBI.

We work together as a family.

The money for Black Dagger will end up in Italy.

The transfers arrive at a bank

in Rome in three days.

Someone must be there to identify who picks it up.

If we can't get Alex to Rome,

we lose the trail on Black Dagger,

and it's the only trail we have.

The drive.

The documents on the flash drive

you found at the apartment were SVR-encrypted.

The SVR believes Mikhail passed the stolen files to a broker.

- Where's his broker? - Rome, Italy.

Why send a a task force halfway around the world

chasing files that don't even exist anymore?

- It wasn't our call. - Whose call was it then?

Mine.

It's nice to finally meet you, Alex.

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Alex, talk to me. What's going on?

Alex, stop. Go back.

Alex, Alex, go back.

Alex, can you hear me?

Please tell me what's going on.

Alex, talk to me!

- No, no, no. - Alex, what's going on? Alex!

- I have to go. - Alex, can you hear me?

What's going on?

- What's wrong? What happened? - I don't know.

It's nice to finally meet you, Alex.

I'm Victor Dobrynin.

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Please excuse us.

- We all need to find... - Katya.

I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time.

I do not like shadow games.

- I thought that we... - What's Black Dagger?

Black Dagger?

It's a nuclear accident.

It's an Ebola outbreak.

It's a cyber virus...

it knocks out the power grid for a month.

Or cuts off fresh water to the East Coast.

It's the thing that can't be traced back to Russia.

It makes the neighborhood kids afraid to go outside.

What is it specifically?

You don't know. You're just a foot soldier.

The SVR will wire a payment of $50 million

to someone in Rome.

It's an operation payment

to a very high-end contractor.

If we mark the triggerman there,

we can stop Black Dagger before it starts.

You keep saying we, but you can't go,

- and neither can my parents. - That's right, we can't.

The SVR would track that

and the moment they realize

we were in the same city as the triggerman,

they'd kill us all.

You planted those documents the task force just found,

the documents saying Mikhail's files were in Rome,

all as an excuse to get me there?

That's right.

And then what?

I just slip away from my colleagues,

all trained spies and spycatchers,

and go and track an SVR contractor

skilled enough to command a payment of $50 million?

Yes.

I cannot promise it will be available for long.

I have many suitors.

I'm sure you do, Endo, but I want it more.

For yourself or for the Chinese MSS?

Does it matter?

If you have secondary market plans,

it matters a great a deal.

The MSS wants it and we want to keep it for ourself.

Meet two days from now.

We will contact you when you're here.

Rome.

Two days.

Nice. Close.

You Hoovers even have passports?

And it says I work for the FBI on it.

Think that's a problem for a covert-op?

Endo's no dummy, so build legends.

Keep them tight.

Do we get to do one of those fancy accents like yours?

Only if you can kill it, like me.

You know what I'm talking about, O'Connor.

Sir.

Rome, kid.

Get ready.

You now have two different missions.

The cover with the CIA,

collecting the bogus files from the Italian broker,

and the real one to see who picks up the SVR's money.

This is crazy. I'm not an operator. I don't...

operate. I just tag along with people who do.

And now I'm putting my mentor at risk for no reason.

This is a limited mission.

We can teach you everything you need to know.

And Sam Luttrell has 25 years in the field.

He can take care of himself.

But you're going to need to slip away from the CIA.

We'll be on comms to help

and a contact in the field will assist you.

Who?

His name is Fadi.

He's crossing in from Beirut to back you up.

I've known him a long time.

He's somebody that we can trust.

You're gonna need field backup.

All you're doing is marking the target and reporting back.

We'll make a plan to detain him at a later time.

And if he makes us, what do I do?

You call it off.

You disappear immediately.

Okay.

Okay, I can do this.

If you need an excuse to get away from your colleagues,

this is a last resort if you need to leave in a hurry.

The green pill is a tartar emetic.

It simulates food poisoning.

The blue pill, the calming blue, that's the antidote.

It's a cyclizine antiemetic.

Okay?

I'm subverting the CIA,

running an off-book mission,

intentionally giving them false leads.

What I'm about to do is treasonous.

The little green man still out there on the wing

tearing apart the hydraulics?

Sharp claws, fangs.

No.

We're married.

It was a lovely ceremony.

I made associate at my firm by 25.

That's why I fell for you, big boy.

You're a star.

1998, History, magna cum laude.

Summa. You memorized all our legends,

didn't you, freak show?

I read them.

Do we know the restaurant layout?

We're getting pictures.

I'll meet with Endo,

he'll do his little broker dancer,

try and show me how big his huevos are, then give me a price.

- You two are strictly backup. - Man and wife.

Okay, we got at 9:00 a.m.,

so easy on the mini-bar tonight.

I'm looking at you, Rain Man.

- I don't drink alcohol. - Holy balls.

Alex, recognize when someone is yanking you.

Now get the hell out of my room. Go.

Fadi?

I knew you were Katya's child from 50 feet.

I only have a few minutes before my colleagues know I'm gone.

I was told you'd have a weapon for me.

Where's the bank?

I have someone inside waiting for the operative

in charge of Black Dagger to arrive.

Whoever the money's intended for,

we don't want it sitting there long.

Yes.

But he'll need to know it's safe

before he withdraws it.

We don't need to assume it's a man,

or even just one person.

Have you used one of those before?

Sig Sauer P226 double-action 9mm.

Picatinny rail, vertical front strap serrations.

Not once, while shooting a man,

has it occurred to me where the grip of my gun is made.

Why are you doing this?

Taking all these risks for us?

Dental floss.

Beirut, in the late '80s,

I led an Op straight into a scouting patrol.

I took two of your Sig 9mms below my ribcage.

We were cornered. No evac.

I would've bled out,

but a young recruit cut out the bullet,

took out a twine of dental floss, and sewed me up.

She sat with me through the night.

My mother did that?

She was on an Op that got into a firefight?

She's an extraordinary woman.

Katya doesn't have to mention the risks

when she asks for a favor.

Now, go back and help your CIA friends

with their wild goose chase.

Don't worry. I will watch the bank.

I don't speak Mandarin, so I assume you said I look beautiful.

All clear. No signs of Endo.

You know, the Tempietto Del Bramante