All language subtitles for FBI-S06E03-Stay-in-Your-Lane

He was obnoxious as hell.

Guys just can't help themselves.

Hey, are you gonna call him?

Of course.

Hey, need some help?

Oh, jeez, how'd you guess?

Starting early today, huh?

Oh, God. Knicks
lost in double OT.

I was so mad, I
couldn't get to sleep.

I figured I might
as well go to work.

Time to pick a new team, Gino.

You'll sleep better.

Oh.

What are you doing?
Leave him alone!

Thank you.

So, um, I'll call you later?

You better.

Listen, tell your
friend Victoria

that I'm more than
happy to help.

What do you mean?

She said that she was
interested in a career move

or something.

Said the FBI sounded
crazy exciting.

Oh, that. No. She
was just kidding.

Hey.

How you doing?

See you later.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- What?
- That was so cute.

She makes me happy.

Thank you.

How long have you
guys been, you know?

Three weeks.

And we're dating.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- You really like her.
- Yeah.

Her name is Gemma.
She's different.

I've never met anybody like her.

She grew up Upper East Side,
penthouses, private schools.

- Right.
- But she's down to Earth, fun.

That's cool.

Almost too good to be true.

Probably is.

We gotta go.

What do you got?

Male, about 30 years old,
abducted at gunpoint.

Kidnapping?

Not sure.

But it's on federal
property, so.

Did you get an ID on the victim?

Witness said his name was Eric.

Great. Hi, I'm
Special Agent Bell.

- This is Special Agent Zidan.
- Right.

Can you tell us what you saw?

Yeah, uh, a guy in a

a black hoodie and a mask

points a gun at Eric

and stuffs him in the trunk.

Shot at me when I tried to help.

Do you know Eric's last name?

No. Uh-uh.

I thought you knew him?

Well, I do.

Just in passing, you know.

Like, how you doing?
How about them Yanks?

- That kind of thing.
- Okay.

So he lives in the neighborhood?

I'm not sure.

But he does have
a business nearby,

- some sort of cocktail lounge.
- Okay.

The guy with the gun,

what did he look
like physically?

Medium build, medium height.

White? Black? Hispanic?

White, definitely.

I saw his hands.
Definitely white.

Could have been a
light-skinned Hispanic.

Okay. What about the car?

Gray sedan, I think.

Uh, might have been black.

I can't tell you for sure.

My eyes ain't so good anymore.

A man known only as
Eric was abducted

by a gray or black vehicle,

or any spectrum of
the colors in between.

Kelly, where are
we on street cams?

Uh, nothing yet.

Most of the cameras in the
area have been vandalized.

All right, what about the
cocktail lounge he owns?

The witness said it
was somewhere nearby.

I've been checking
city business records.

Someone named Eric Cantwell
opened up a cocktail lounge

called Velvet two months ago

three blocks from
the abduction site.

Uh-huh. According
to the internet,

it is a cool and upscale
place to drink and socialize.

All right, does
Mr. Cantwell have a phone?

- Affirmative.
- Okay.

- You calling it?
- Yep.

- Okay.
- Going straight to voicemail.

All right, let's ping it.

Got it.

It's stationary near
an industrial park

in Pearl River.

We got eyes on a silver
sedan, no plates.

It could be the car
the witness described.

Are you seeing this?

Black hoodie, medium
height and build.

He's gonna make a run for it.

Stop driving.

FBI!

Stop driving the car!

Show me your hands.

Maggie! Maggie!

Stop!

Jubal, I'm in pursuit of
the suspect's vehicle.

Maggie is on the
hood of the vehicle.

I repeat, Maggie is on the hood.

Yeah, Tiff and Scola are
almost on the scene now.

Sending them your way.

Move! Move!

Hang on, Maggie.
Hang on. Hang on!

Maggie. Maggie.

- Hey, hey, Maggie.
- Huh?

You okay? Yep.

Yeah.

Oh, thank God.

Jubal, we lost the
suspect vehicle.

Copy that. But you're good?

Sure. Yeah.

All right, that's good to hear.

Could you ID the driver?

No. His face was covered.

Was Cantwell in the car?

Negative.

But who knows, he could have
been stashed in the trunk.

Kelly, is Cantwell's
phone signal on the move?

No, it's still stationary

in the vicinity of
the industrial park.

All right, divert
Tiff and Scola now.

Right.

Help! Help! Over here!

Jubal, we got him.

We need an ambulance. Our
victim is bleeding out.

Hey, hey, hey. It's
all right, okay?

- We're FBI.
- Help.

I can't breathe.

Who did this?

The Russians.

I got 9 millimeter
casings on the ground.

I'm guessing our shooter
was in the silver sedan.

What Russians? You got a name?

Cantwell, look at
me. Stay with me.

Hey, hey, hey.
Eric, stay with me.

Cantwell.

Our abductee is now
officially a murder victim.

Eric Cantwell, a local bar
owner, took two to the chest.

Uh, he was alive
when we found him.

When asked who shot him,
he said "the Russians."

Not much, but it's something.

In the meantime, let's drill
down into Eric Cantwell.

- What else do we know about him?
- Yeah. Age 36.

Born and raised in
Westport, Connecticut.

Moved to Brooklyn a year ago.

No priors, no credit issues,
appears to be a solid citizen.

Solid citizen who was
abducted and murdered.

And where are we
with the street cams?

Uh, we've been looking for
video near the industrial park.

So far, nothing.

And what about Cantwell's bar?

There's no internal
security system,

so I've been looking
for other sources

near his cocktail lounge.

Best I've found so far is
footage about a block away

of Cantwell and
another man arguing

the day prior to his abduction.

And you can't get a
clearer image than that?

I can try, but...

That's as good as
it's gonna get.

All right, grab a screenshot

and get it over to the team now.

I can't believe Eric is

he was such a great guy.

I know everyone always says that

after something horrible
happens, but it's true.

Do you recognize him?

Were you aware of
anything unusual going on?

Arguments? Threats?

No, nothing specific anyway.

But he was definitely
under a lot of stress.

I overheard him on the
phone the other day

asking someone
where to buy a gun.

Mm, sorry.

I never heard him
complaining about Russians,

or anything else
for that matter.

He was the most
optimistic person alive.

He and his partner really
cared about making an impact

in this neighborhood.

Partner?

A guy named Terry.

He works at their
other place, Houseman,

a couple blocks from here.

Okay, we're gonna need
Terry's phone number.

Well, straight to
Terry's voicemail again.

OA.

I got blood.

Jubal, found another dead body.

We think it's Cantwell's
business partner, Terry.

Send ERT to 22 Elkland
Avenue, Brooklyn.

9 mil.

Same caliber used
to kill Cantwell.

FBI. Don't move.

Whoa. What's going on here?

- Who are you?
- I work here.

I just came by to
grab my paycheck.

Keep your hands up.

- What's your name?
- Markus.

Mind telling me
what's going on here?

We will. Outside.

Let's go.

You know this person?

No. Never seen him before.

Your boss is dead, man, okay?

And his business
partner, Eric Cantwell.

You know something.

A few days ago, Terry
was all freaked out.

I asked him what was going on.

He said some dude was
trying to extort him

for two grand every month.

Did he mention a name?

Say what he looked like?

I'm sorry.

This is scary.
Look what they did.

I know the neighborhood,
but not very well.

It's pretty quiet, lots
of Eastern Europeans.

- Russians?
- Ukrainians.

Appearance and accent
are pretty much the same.

But they run the neighborhood?

And from what you told
me, it all makes sense.

Their primary line of
business is extortion.

Do you know who
the shot caller is?

Like I said, I don't know
too much about these guys.

But I have an informant
in that neighborhood.

I'll see what I can learn.

- That'd be great, thanks.
- Thank you.

Hey.

Per Detective Bowman's
informant, shot caller's Luka.

We don't have a last name,
but him and his cronies

hang out at this bar over here.

We got a physical description?

White, mid-thirties,
average height, dark hair,

and I'm quoting the
gang unit's informant,

really good looking.

Scola and I will
surveil on foot.

Okay.

Definitely not Luka.

This guy is just okay looking.

Stop.

It's impressive for an informant

to be secure enough to
refer to another man

as really handsome.

How do you know he's a man?

You sound like Gemma.

What is that supposed to mean?

She just keeps
calling me out for...

Your unconscious misogyny? Mm.

No.

For being a kid from Queens.

What?

I guess my worldview
isn't as sophisticated

or as, uh, broad
as she would like.

I got something.

Tiff, Scola, this might be him.

Male, white, thirties.

And he's heading for the bar.

He's getting some respect.

Good chance this is Luka.

Scola, grab a photo.

Meet Luka Reznov, age 35,
born in Odessa, Ukraine.

Came here in 2018.

Has three prior arrests for
extortion, but no convictions.

How tall?

Well, according to his license

and his green card, he's 5'10.

All right, so he's a
physical match to the man

- who abducted Eric Cartwell.
- Right.

But his face...

Throw up the screenshot.

He could be a match,

and if he is the one
calling the shots,

- he's definitely in the loop.
- Right.

So the working theory is Luka
or someone who works for him

was extorting Cantwell
and his partner, Terry.

They didn't pay,

so Luka had him killed
to send a message

to the other business
owners in the neighborhood.

Now we just need to prove it.

All right, let's take
a deep dive into Luka.

What do we know?

Well, he's the sole
owner of an LLC

with NAICS code 722410.

Which means it's an
institution that serves booze.

It's called Amadeus in Bushwick.

Okay.

Extortion is a
hard case to make.

So let's get inside.

I wanna plant a wire.

I wanna see and hear
what Luka's up to.

Yep.

I cannot believe I'm
in a club right now.

I promise, I won't
ask you to dance.

- Okay.
- Don't worry.

Hey.

He's headed your way.

He's headed up the back stairs,

so I'm guessing he's
got an office up there.

It's a great place
to put a wire.

There's a security
guard at the door.

It'll be hard to get access.

What can I get you?

I will do a vodka with a twist.

And a Patron.

That guy that you
were talking to,

um, is he like an
actor or something?

- Huh?
- You were just talking to him.

- I recognize him.
- Oh.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

He's the owner of the club.

Is he single?

No, ma'am.

He has a girlfriend.

She's young and gorgeous.

Cool.

I'm sorry, I didn't
mean it like that.

Look for yourself.

Yeah.

The reason dudes open clubs.

She comes from money too.

Grew up in some
penthouse in the city.

She looks familiar, Maggie.

From?

I don't know.

I've seen her somewhere.

Okay.

What?

Uh, Gemma is here.

Of all the people in the world

for Gemma to be friends with.

You know what? It's
not that crazy.

She's young, grew
up in Manhattan.

She goes out all the time.

You know, good news
is, we could probably

use it to our advantage.

What do you mean?

Well, Cate's the weak link.

She has access.

So if we can get close to her

well, I'm gonna tell
Tiff what's going on.

Okay.

So OA knows one of her friends?

I don't know how or why, but...

They're headed up
the stairs now.

Luka's girlfriend is the
one in the silver dress.

I guess I'll go freshen up.

Yeah.

Think I found a way to
jam up the girlfriend.

Looks like she's dealing coke.

I could try to befriend her,
do a quick and buy and bust,

but the more I know, the better.

Tiff, like Maggie said earlier,

I know one of her friends.

It's the woman that I'm dating.

She's blonde, long dress.

Yeah, I see her.

She's with Cate.

Okay, her name is Gemma.

She grew up in Manhattan,

went to a private school
named Dalton, then to Brown,

and now she works for a PR firm

that specializes in fashion.

Okay, cool.

Luka's girlfriend
was selling coke

are we sure about that?

She gave something to
one of her friends.

Okay, which friend?

I don't know, but
it wasn't Gemma.

Okay, um, just keep an eye out.

Watch out for her.

Now's a good time
to take your shot.

Oh, my God, I love this dress.

Thank you. That's so sweet.

Wow, you are stunning.

Thank you.

- I'm Tiffany.
- Cate.

- Have we met before?
- I don't... um...

I can't remember where,
but, um, do you know Gemma?

Gemma Brooks or Collins?

Brooks. Yeah.

I remember it was
at a bar in Soho.

She was with some of her high
school friends from Dalton.

And there was this woman
there she worked with,

a fashion designer.

Yeah. I think I remember.

Gemma and I are pretty close.

We went to high school together.

Oh, okay. Cool.

Well, it's nice
to meet you again.

Thanks. Nice meeting you.

Can I get you a drink?

Uh, no, I'm good.

- Thank you, though.
- Okay.

I was supposed to be
meeting one of my friends,

but I think he stood me up.

Date?

My dealer.

What are you looking for?

Coke?

Yeah.

I could help you out.

- Really?
- Yeah.

How much do you need?

Thanks, girl, for hooking me up.

No problem. My
parents cut me off,

so you gotta do
what you gotta do.

- Gucci's not cheap.
- I get that.

- How much?
- 400.

Dang.

But the quality is,
like, be careful.

It's, like, that good.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Turn around and put your
hands behind your back.

- You're under arrest.
- Arrest?

For what?

Selling cocaine to the FBI.

It's a felony too.

Cate.

Wait, I... I know you.

We've met.

I am dating your friend, Gemma.

Oh, my God, I knew that.

So you know that
I'm not a criminal.

Well, you did sell drugs
to a federal agent, so.

That was just a
stupid eight ball.

And stupid or not,
it is still a felony.

So we might be able to help you,

but you are gonna have
to cooperate with us.

Okay, I'll tell you what I know.

I don't wanna go to jail.

Do you know this man?

That's Luka's friend.

Does he have a name?

Everyone calls him V.

That's all I know.

Well, have you ever seen him
wear that exact jacket before?

Maybe. I-I'm not positive.

When was the last
time you saw him?

About a week ago.

I-I don't know him very well.

Okay. Um, what about Luka?

Do you know him well?

Yeah, sort of.

We've been hanging out
for, like, a month.

Okay, um

what does Luka do for a living?

He's a businessman.

He's a criminal.

You think that Luka
killed these two men?

No. We know that he ordered

somebody to kill them.

Like I said, I-I've only been
with him for, like, a month.

I met him at a bar.

I thought he seemed cool.
I had no idea that...

Cate, Cate, Cate.

If you do what we ask,

all of this will go away.

And no one will know, okay?

Okay.

I mean, I just...

I don't wanna go to jail.

She's headed in there now.

Copy that.

Hey, is Luka here?

Uh, not sure.

I saw him about an hour ago.

He was with V.

What's V's real
name, by the way?

I have no idea.

I'm too afraid to ask.

That man scares me.

Cate, I want you to plant the
device across from the desk.

Make sure it's at a good angle.

Again, make sure
it is not visible.

I can't get it to stick.

Luka just walked in.

- Damn it.
- Oh, my God.

I'll try somewhere else.

Cate, I need you to relax
and plant that device.

And you need to get out.

What are you doing?

I wanted to take
you out for lunch.

Why didn't you just text me?

I thought it would be more
romantic to surprise you.

Why are you in here?

In my desk?

Oh, my God, what are
you even talking about?

Answer the question.

I was looking for a pen.

I wanted to write you a note.

A note?

No. Hey. I got some
more questions.

What happened last night?

Huh? You disappeared.

- I texted you.
- I wasn't feeling well.

What is going on, Luka?

Okay, change the subject.

Talk about something else.

I heard you and V were
hanging out today.

So?

Tell him that you have a friend

you wanna introduce him to.

Well, I have a friend that
I wanted to set him up with.

She's really cool.

She as hot as you?

Almost.

Have her come to
the club tonight.

V is going to be here.

What's V's real
name, by the way?

Viktor.

You know, you look
really good today.

- I don't like this, Maggie.
- No.

We can get in there in
30 seconds if we need to.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't know what else to do.

I didn't want him
to get suspicious.

I mean, as long as
it was consensual.

- Yeah, of course.
- Okay.

And if I'm being honest,

I still really like him.

And I don't think that
he's as bad as you say.

Okay, you think we're just
chasing this guy for fun?

No. I don't mean it like that.

- I just...
- Cate,

Luka extorts local
businesses, okay?

Hardworking men and women.

And when they don't
pay, he sends his thugs

to beat them up.

Or kill them.

He's not a good guy.

So what now? I did
what you asked.

- What?
- You did?

Yeah.

While we were...

Okay.

You know, it's not the
best angle, but it'll do.

So, I'm done?

No, not yet.

These are surveillance
photos of Eastern European

gang members between the ages
of 27 and 37 named Viktor.

Do you recognize anybody?

Yeah.

That's him.

Great.

Cate ID'd Viktor, and now
we have his full name.

We also know that he was the one

seen talking to
one of the victims

the day before the murders.

So we're fishing in
the right pond here.

I mean, it's thin, but
can we get a warrant?

Uh, yeah, but I don't
wanna tip our hand.

Luka and his pals
might disappear.

Now, let's be patient,
build a strong case,

and take down as many of
these thugs as possible.

Hey, I just got off the
phone with the crime lab.

They pulled a solid print
from one of the casings

found at Houseman.

Unfortunately, it was not a
match to anyone in the system.

Not a problem.

We'll go back to the club,
and we'll swipe something

with Viktor's print on it.

Okay. Yeah.

That is her second
shot in 15 minutes.

The poor kid is spiraling.

"Poor kid"?

You know what I mean.

I really don't.

She's an adult.

Second of all,
it's not our fault

she decided to take a
walk on the wild side

with that prick, Luka,

and then deal coke on the side.

I'm just saying that
we are putting her

in a tough situation.

How are we putting her
in a tough situation?

Because she's rich and pretty?

Or because she's
friends with Gemma?

This has nothing to do
with my girlfriend, Maggie.

Hope so.

What's that supposed to mean?

Being an FBI agent
is not just a job.

It's a life.

What's the number one rule?

Never put yourself in
a compromised position.

You've been dating Gemma,
for what, three weeks?

We already know that
one friend buys coke

and the other one sells it.

It's not Gemma's fault.

That's your takeaway?

Tiff, Scola,
Viktor's on location.

Copy that. Got eyes on him now.

Place is jumping.

That's the key.

No women, no men, no money.

Funny how that works, huh?

Scola, do you guys have
eyes on Viktor's shot glass?

One of Cate's friends
is coming by tonight.

Affirmative.

Moving in.

You'll like her.
She's really sweet.

Server just grabbed it.

No big deal.

Might have to pivot to plan B.

Boodma.

You did nice work.

Not easy, I know.

Nice work? Not easy?

That could be code for
killing Cantwell and Terry.

It's good evidence, but
we still need to get.

Viktor's prints to
match those casings.

Is your friend coming or what?

Yeah. She's here.
We just texted.

Oh, there she is.

Excuse me.

Hey.

Guys, this is my
friend, Tiffany.

I'm guessing because
his arm's around her,

you're Viktor.

I am.

Nice to meet you.

It's nice to meet you too.

We're running low
on a few things.

I need to put in an order.

You two get to know each other.

Be right back.

So, Viktor

oh, my goodness.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

I'm so clumsy.

I'm really clumsy. Excuse me.

Hey, it's okay. It's
okay. It's okay.

All right, so the print
should be right here

- at the middle of the bottle.
- I see.

- Got it?
- Yep.

Great job.

Long time since I've done this.

Um, how's Cate?

She's jittery but
doing all right.

Okay.

Jubal.

Yeah?

I think he spotted the wire.

What the hell?

Damn it. Okay.

Hey, Maggie, we got a problem.

Luka was in his
office doing business

and the wire went blank.

Wait, are you saying
that he found it?

We think so.

Tell Tiffany to be careful.

We'll let her know.

Get back in there.

Keep your eyes on Cate and Tiff.

Yeah.

Where have you been?

Had to take care
of a few things.

Where do you two
know each other from?

We worked together one
summer in the Hamptons.

Oh, yeah? Where?

Restaurant.

Café Luna.

What kind of restaurant?

Like a café.

Like American type food.

What do you do?

I own the bar

and a few other businesses.

What about you?

I'm in construction.

You really worked at a bar?

I'm not sure I believe that.

Neither did Café Luna.

That's why they fired
her ass after one week.

I was gonna quit anyway.

Well, you know, I
like talking and all,

but, um, I came
here to dance, so.

Where did you really
go last night?

And why were you in my office?

Why are you acting so weird?

Because I know when
I'm being lied to.

I'm not lying!

This girl really your friend?

What are you... why
would I lie about

something stupid like that?

Hey, I'm getting
drinks. Come on.

No.

This is my club.

I'll get them.
You two stay here.

Viktor!

We need to go right now.

Excuse me.

Where are you going, huh?

- Hey.
- Stop walking.

Just let me do the talking.

You do as I tell you
to do. You'll be fine.

He's not gonna hurt me
if I tell him the truth.

- He loves me.
- That does not matter.

It's not about that. Not now.

Just do as I tell you to do.

We're gonna get
cigarettes. We'll be back.

Oh, cigarettes, huh?

That's the best lie you got?

Go, go, go.

What the hell is
your issue, huh?

I'm so sorry! They arrested me.

- Stop. Wait.
- I didn't know what to do.

I'm so sorry!

I didn't know how to
tell you. I'm so sorry.

FBI! Hands where I can see them!

Hey! Both: Drop the weapon!

Cate. No, no, no.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
Cate. Hey, stay with me.

Stay with me, okay?
Hey, hey, hey.

This is Agent Zidan.
I need an ambulance

in the 1300 block of Broadway.

Put the gun down now!

I'm at your six. Go.

Drop the gun.

Drop them right now.

Hands up.

Up against the truck now.

Stay with me. Stay
with me. Stay with me.

Stay with me, Cate, okay?
Just breathe. Stay with me.

An ambulance is coming.

Okay. All right. All right.

All right, that's it. That's it.

Hey, Maggie.

- Yeah?
- How'd it go with Viktor?

Oh, he rolled on the entire gang

the second he found out we
were filing a RICO case on him.

Said he did everything
under duress,

you know, scared of Luka.

- Hmm.
- No honor among thieves.

Or murderers.

Did you hear
anything about Cate?

How's she doing?

Yeah, last I heard,
she was in surgery.

So what do you feel like?

Sushi? Thai?

Indian?

Or there's a great new
farm-to-table place in Tribeca,

and I know the manager.

Doesn't matter to me.

Wow, love your enthusiasm.

Gemma, um, I think we need
to talk about something.

What's going on?

I think we need to talk about

your lifestyle.

My lifestyle?

What does that mean?

I just think we need to
have an honest conversation.

Okay.

Sorry, my phone is
just blowing up.

One sec.

Oh, my God.

What the hell?

What happened?

My friend, Cate,

she's dead.

Someone shot her.