Jane Lowry was last seen two days ago at Nyugati Station in Budapest.
Lowry was meeting with Rosa Varga.
Rosa runs a white nationalist organization,
Magyar Ultra, alongside her younger brother, Josef.
To put it simply, Rosa is the brains,
and Josef, the brawn.
Josef has been in and out of prison for the last 10 years.
Assault...
Racial and religious aggravation.
All the good things.
Magyar Ultra have gone from being a backroom operation
to something much, much bigger.
Rosa has successfully rebranded them.
Sponsored MMA fights, branded clothing, social media.
Behind the scenes, though, they deal in drugs and weapons,
commit credit fraud, cybercrime.
Raising money for the cause, promoting their racial agenda.
So we're infiltrating a white power group?
The fights double as recruitment drives.
So get in there.
Show them what you've got.
Get close to Josef Varga.
You spill any blood in the ring, I won't lose any sleep over it.
Reynolds, Novin, I need you to shadow Rosa.
Go where she goes, see what she sees.
Find out what Jane Lowry wants with these people,
before it's too late.
Only room for one more on the card.
- That'll be me then. I'll do it. - I'll do it.
Changing rooms behind. Purse is non-negotiable.
You're taking on Florian.
You got a real annoying habit of stealing my ops.
The boss said we had to win.
Oh, that's cute.
I'll remember that when they're shoveling your ass off the canvas.
Come on, Florian? Piece of piss.
You want me to take over?
I'm luring him in. Rope-a-dope.
I didn't catch that from all the blood in your mouth.
Florian!
Take him down!
- Josef! - Take him down!
Our client is losing patience.
It's under control.
I'm meeting with Tobar later.
He'll give me the name we need.
- Trust me. - Of course.
- Move! - Just remember.
This is important to us.
Circle right, Florian! Take him down!
Here we go!
Following target out.
Copy that. How's McAllister doing?
He's blending in.
Yeah!
Yes! Come on! That's it! That's it!
Ultra! Ultra!
Watch your six!
Ultra! Ultra!
Ultra!
I'm just saying, you could've put him down quicker, that's all.
Oh, brilliant. An armchair fighter.
Hey, if you're gonna steal someone's op,
you shouldn't make it look so hard.
I'm starting to see why you've not got many friends.
Oh, I got plenty of friends, McAllister.
Just that most of them are dead.
Not bad.
- Let's see some ID. - Let's see the purse.
- Hey! Hey! - We don't pay till we see ID.
That's the way we do things here.
Why don't you just ask nicely?
Please.
Would you be so kind to show us some identification?
Get yourselves a drink at the bar.
Activating dirtbox.
Seventy-three cell phones detected.
Grabbing data dumps off them now.
Should I be pointing out the legal ramifications
of snatching civilian cell phone data
on an unauthorized op?
Only if you believe patronizing me is a smart career move.
One more day. That's all we need
to find yourman.
Now, you said your people were fast.
And you would've located him by now.
Your husband understood it was a difficult task.
My husband is gone, and you're dealing with me.
We are paying you a lot of money, Rosa.
Find the location of Jane Lowry's cell phone.
My contact will lead us to your man.
We'll have a location soon.
And you're fully confident that your people will come through?
My people do what I say. Unlike your kind,
they actually listen to women.
- Ma'am, signal's local. - Jane Lowry is in the area.
If you can't deliver, then I'll find someone who can.
Signal's coming from an area 50 square meters east.
- Go! Go! - Don't waste your time.
You'll get your man.
Signal's gone. Call's disconnected.
Search the area. Don't lose her again!
Check the church! I'll do the street.
Fuck!
Target's in the church.
I'm pinned down.
Moving.
Following outside.
Shit.
Lowry?
Lowry's gone. We're sweeping the streets.
Copy that.
Do you think Jensen's IDs will pass the taste test?
I think we're about to find out.
Seriously?
You're a used car salesman?
No, no, I'm a salesman
who happens to specialize in used cars, and I tell you,
I am 10 times the fighter this guy is.
You want to see me put him in the dirt, I will do it right now.
After I've just done five rounds?
It's not my fault you don't have stamina.
Yeah.
Mark J. Bain.
Ex-military.
I'm ex a lot of things.
Yeah, sure, but dishonorable discharge.
Racially aggravated assault.
It's all politics and bullshit.
- Fifth infantry brigade. - No shit.
See much action?
Some. We got sent to Afghanistan, part of NATO coalition forces.
We had no business being in the country,
just as Iraqis have no fucking business being in mine.
You're not enlisted anymore, then?
My captain didn't appreciate my input.
So I broke his fucking nose.
Oh, you two are gonna get on just fine.
Josef!
Just a minute, boys.
Looks like business.
- Eyes on? - Eyes on.
So you lost her, then, huh?
No, we didn't lose her.
She had an escape route all planned.
Okay.
Have you ever been in the field, Will?
Yeah.
I've been in a field.
Hmm.
I'm not just a computer guy.
What are you doing? What is that?
Uh, well, I'm looking for patterns in the intel
- picked up from the DRT box. - Mmm-hmm.
I'm currently being a computer guy.
That's right.
It's not just looking at screens, you know?
Ma'am?
Lowry's had training.
Idrisi's cell would've instructed her. Weapons. Combat.
Yeah, but this feels like more than your average jihadist training.
We saw what she was capable of in Libya, and now here.
Are you giving me excuses?
- No. - Then focus.
The concern is identifying Lowry's target
and why she needs him so badly,
she's hired a bunch of neo-Nazis to track him down.
- Where's Tobar? - He wants you to come to see him.
That's not how this works.
Tell that gypsy bastard to come here as we...
No, no, get off me!
Gypsy!
- Come on, I'll kill you! - Get the fuck out!
Where are you taking me, huh?
No! No, no!
Come on.
Ma'am, Josef's been snatched. We're in pursuit.
Wyatt, this must be connected to the man Jane Lowry is looking for.
Let it play out.
Make sure you get a name.
We're on it. Go! Go!
Get off me.
Oh, looks fabulous.
Tobar!
Mr. Varga.
Thank you for coming to see me.
But there are matters to be discussed regarding our business together.
We really could've used some weapons.
Well, apparently, you'll be fine.
Jensen gave you that cool John Rambo cover story.
I'm just a loser who couldn't shift enough Toyotas to save his ass.
Just let it drop, will you?
Hey, next time, you play Willy Loman.
- Hey. - Huh?
Hey, how come you get the sidearm?
You said it. John Rambo.
I'm gonna get closer to the action.
You are asking me to divulge details of a client
who has trusted me to give them a new identity.
We're not asking. We're paying.
I have a professional reputation to uphold,
and you are clearly working for a third party.
Downloading visual now, ma'am.
Here you go. Christian Tobar. Romany forger.
If you want a new identity, he's your go-to guy.
The price has doubled.
If it is that important, you will pay.
Jesus.
No wonder they say you gypsy fucks are thieves.
Josef, what are you doing?
This is my country.
And you come here, fuck with me.
My men will kill you, you realize that, yes?
I'll kill you. Hmm?
You are good,
but not that good.
You dare point a gun at me?
You little Nazi shit!
Waste him.
Stop the bastard!
Fuck!
Kill them!
What the fuck?
How come you're here?
We saw the bastards stick you in a car and figured you could use some backup.
We're soldiers, mate, you and me.
- You... - Easy, easy.
Think it through, man. Take a breath. Take a breath. Come on. Come on.
Think about it.
Come on. Come on.
No, no, you think I'm bluffing now, huh?
- Josef! - Shit.
God damn it. God damn it!
No, no, no, no.
You're wasting your time. It works on blood flow.
No, no, no, no. I need this information.
I told Rosa I'd get it!
Maybe you should have thought about that before you shot him.
You think this is funny, yeah?
There's a fucking war coming!
Used to be countries were conquered by armies.
Now the vermin just float over our borders into our homes!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Give me a hand here!
Josef!
Fuck.
What are you doing?
I need to massage his heart, but his rib cage is in the way.
Oh, fuck.
Pass me the hammer.
Please, pass me the hammer.
Hold that.
You might want to look away for this.
- Mark, this man is dead! - Yeah, I know that!
- Ready? - Yep. Got it.
Ah. Fuck.
Fuck...
No, Mark, Mark, you can massage his heart all you want,
he's not getting up and going home for his fucking dinner!
Put his finger on the reader.
We just need to pump the blood enough to fool the lock.
Come on, nothing, man! Nothing!
Come on!
Fuck.
Keep it on. Keep it on.
Yeah...
Good job, brother!
Yes.
Rosa, I have his name.
Ilyas Zarin. Ilyas Zarin.
We can use our people to locate him.
He found out what name your target is hiding under.
We'll have located and grabbed him by nightfall.
He'll be with you tomorrow.
Good.
In the meantime, we may have attracted the attention of the authorities.
You may have been compromised.
Infiltrated.
Clean your house.
I have our contacts across the city searching
for this Ilyas Zarin.
We'll find him.
By tonight. We need to deliver tomorrow.
Can you not just say that I have done good, that you're proud?
I'll be proud when the job is finished
and a quarter of a million dollars is in our bank.
Who are these people, who pay so much for one man?
Josef, you know how this works. I handle the client,
you handle the rest.
Don't speak to me like that.
I am not the others. I am your brother.
If it were not for me, we would not be here.
I know.
I'm sorry, I...
This money will change Ultra forever.
We can build the life we've always dreamed of.
I'm just worried.
We may have a rat in the house.
Nice fight.
Ready for a rematch whenever you are, my friend.
Let's do it now, dickhead.
Hey, hey, hey! Easy, easy!
Shame you didn't have these balls in there.
Yeah? Come on!
Fucking idiot.
You want to tell me what the point of that was?
Other than drawing unnecessary attention to ourselves?
Stay on mission.
Some things are more important than the mission.
Like what?
Doesn't matter.
All right, if you're gonna put me in unnecessary danger,
then I want a damn good reason.
Two beers, thanks.
My dad's mixed race, and these fucking idiots wander around
acting like I'm one of them, that I think like them.
- All right, easy, easy. - Josef's calling me "brother."
They can't even get their own racial purity bullshit right.
I don't want to be admired by these fucking idiots.
Every one of them wants a beating, all day, every day.
Hey.
I'm, like, 1/18th Cherokee.
And, like, 99% dickhead.
Well, look on the bright side.
Zero finds this mystery man, Zarin, we get the hell out of here.
Till then, stay on mission, stay in character.
Stay in character, copy.
There's nothing coming up for Ilyas Zarin.
But there are whole sections of Hungarian government records
that we can't access.
Did you try alternate spellings?
Jeez, Will, never thought of that one.
So Lowry pays Magyar Ultra to find her target.
Target's hiding under a new identity.
Maybe he's running from something he did,
or from something he can do.
Ma'am, I'm seeing a pattern in calls
to Rosa Vargas' cell phone in the past three days.
She had nine calls from nine different burner phones.
Any of the calls come from the same location?
Uh, yes, four in the last few hours.
The locale appears to be an abandoned apartment block
in the eighth district.
Reynolds, on me.
You think that's where Lowry's hiding out?
One way to find out.
So, if Lowry is up there, are we taking her alive?
In an ideal world.
But we don't live in an ideal world.
Shit!
Move!
All those pictures are Section 20.
Jane is onto us, knows exactly who we are
and what we do.
You should meet my sister.
Do either of you know what the Terrorelhárítási Központ is?
It's a hell of a score in Scrabble.
Special police force. Counterterrorism.
About a year ago, someone joined us.
Dominik Viclaczy.
He was enthusiastic. Dedicated.
Seemed too good to be true. He was an undercover agent.
Mmm.
Sent to infiltrate and undermine.
I ignored my instincts on him for too long.
I won't make that mistake again.
So what are you saying?
I'm saying something here feels wrong.
You've seen my record. You've seen my ID.
So you vouch for each other?
- Absolutely. - I didn't say that.
I only met this guy a few weeks ago in a bar in the seventh district.
He bought drinks, we started talking about the fights.
He suggested I try out here,
and that he'd tag along, and that's pretty much
what you've been doing since.
Are you serious?
All right, this is bullshit.
Josef, I just pulled you out of that fire.
- Remember that. - You like to talk a lot.
That's no fucking good, man.
- You do ask a lot of questions. - What?
You're not worth risking my life over.
Prove it.
Show us how little he means to you.
Screw this, sweetheart.
Get off me.
Just 'cause I think he's an asshole doesn't mean I want to stick him.
Someone is screwing with us, Mark.
Good job, Mark. Take him out.
Ooh!
Yeah, best go back to selling cars, huh?
You hesitated back there.
Sure.
I took half a second before stabbing a drinking buddy in the gut.
I guess you found me out.
You don't fit in here.
Could say the same thing about you.
Look, I was military, and...
I took a lot of shots.
But not a lot of money.
So if someone's trying to knock me down...
I, at least, want to make a bit of profit.
So it's all about money?
- Yeah, what else is there? - Family. A cause.
Oh, come on.
You're not running around after Romany forgers for the cause.
That's money through and through.
There is a war coming.
Yeah, I've heard that speech from Josef.
You made a big impression on him.
He's a good guy.
Most people think he's an animal.
What do you think?
- Hello. - Shut up.
What are you doing?
Checking for wires.
You think I'd be stupid enough to wear a wire?
That's how we caught out Dominik.
Except he made one mistake.
He thought he was in love with me.
Wanted to take me away from all of this.
I get the feeling...
When you go, it'll be on your own terms, right?
I've already proved myself.
Found Zarin.
He's working in a hospital in the first district.
Prepare the men.
Wait outside.
You think he's your friend, and the moment your back is turned,
he's fucking your sister.
Everybody wants to fuck you, Rosa!
We are this close. I won't take any chances.
What do you want? You want to go back to where we started,
back to that fucking apartment, back to that fucking life?
A quarter of a million dollars, Josef.
That is what is on the line.
We will go for Zarin now.
I will vouch for Mark.
Trust me.
Nearly done, sir.
Well, it's a great shot.
Seriously?
Sergeant McAllister missed all the major organs.
Well, pin a medal on Mac.
Well, either...
He meant to do the least amount of damage possible...
Or you just got lucky.
It's up to you, Sergeant.
Hey, how about you just shut up and give me something for the pain?
Ma'am.
Lowry knows we're closing in on her.
We run the risk of her going ghost, disappearing.
Well, it would seem that McAllister
is intent on stopping that from happening.
So I hear.
It is a great shot.
Yeah, thanks.
He did the right thing.
Ultra have contacts right across this city.
Police, government departments...
Possibly why Jane's using them to find her target,
and when they do, we need McAllister on hand
to grab the target first.
Yeah, except like you said, Lowry's onto us.
And Rosa's suspicious as hell.
Ma'am, it is a matter of time before they work out that Mac's dirty.
And when they do, this...
This will be nothing compared to what they do to him.
Magyar Ultra and Mac mobile. Following.
Looks like we're crossing
the river to the first district.
Copy.
Remember, Magyar Ultra need to find Ilyas Zarin for us.
We cannot let Lowry have her man.
Whoever he is...
He's bad news.
Mac just went in.
Okay, if they move, you need to be on them.
Wyatt and I will get eyes inside.
Copy. Real covert, cowboy.
Huh.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
Okay.
Rosa! Rosa!
Rosa!
Get down! Move!
Get down! Get down!
Ten Ultras have just pulled up. Heading in.
Looking young, dumb, and ready for trouble.
Copy. Moving down east stairs towards gunshots.
Target is running.
Moving!
Target's in vehicle, making a break for it.
Mac, Rosa, Josef following.
Stay on them.
If you get a chance to grab the target, take it.
Copy.
He's coming with me.
Who is he? Why is he so important?
You're gonna shoot me?
Take another step, and you'll find out.
I removed the firing pin.
You see, there's trust, and then there's trust, yeah?
I told you there was something off about him!
I thought we had something special.
Leave him!
I'm not done!
Now, Josef!
Get in.
Go, go, go! Get him in!
Get him! Get him in!
Shit.
They've got the target and McAllister. Cover's blown.
They've got Mac. They've got him.