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Women will tell you
they want smart.

They want a gentleman,

someone who's going
to make them laugh.

But I'm here to tell you

that I've never met a woman who
walked away from a Ferrari.

Thank you, sweetheart.

And by the way,
to all you losers out there

living in your
parents' basement,

get the hell off my channel,
'cause I'm not Tony Robbins

and I'm not trying
to save your sorry ass.

No, I'm talking
to all my hard-core

womanizing warriors out there.

Cut!
Cut!

How many times have
we gone over this?

I take the flute from you,

you turn,
smile into the camera,

and then walk out of frame.

[sighs]

All right, here we go.

What's the problem?

The girls are asking
for a break.

It's Ines's birthday.

She made cupcakes.

Well, in that case.

[suspenseful music]

[inhales sharply]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

So, you want to
have a party, Ines?

That's why nobody's working?

Just a break.

It's not a big deal.
- Sure.

I'll give you a break.

Down at the playhouse.

Get her out of here.
- Mark, chill out.

You're going to
tell me how to act?

No. Please, no!

Please!
- Are you out of your mind?

OK, I'll get back to work!

Too late.
I'm done warning you.

No, please!
No! Please!

♪

Anybody else need a break?
[girls murmuring]

What's rule number four

if I'm going to continue
to take care of you?

Talk!

Use your words.

♪

No fat girls.

That's right.

No fat girls!
[girls gasp]

♪

Now get your asses
back to work!

Let's go!

♪

Ines, she didn't deserve
that, right?

[shushing]

Don't worry about her, baby.

Worry about me.

♪

[inhales sharply]

[energetic hip-hop music]
- Rolling.

♪

Thank you, sweetheart.

Some Americans out there
too woke

to appreciate the gospel
that I preach.

And all you haters with your
pitchforks and your torches,

come at me.

I'ma keep living it up
because you'll never find me.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Got your ass.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

♪

I got five of my people
poring over

every video Shaw drops,

and not one of them could even
narrow down which continent

this prick has been
hiding out in.

How'd you do it?

- Our new analyst, Amanda Tate.
- Really?

Good find.

Pass along my compliments,
will you?

Will do.

We're sending
everything we have

on Mark Shaw to you right now.

Should be there any second,
all right?

Great.

Didn't we almost have
this guy stateside?

Yeah, we had him in custody

two years ago,
but he skipped bail.

We tracked him down all
the way to North Perry, Miami.

Fugitive Task Force
missed him by minutes

before he got on
a charter plane to Cuba.

Yeah, well, hopefully his
days are numbered over here.

I read the statements
from the women he victimized.

This scumbag needs
to be taken down.

Mark Shaw,
social media influencer

and unapologetic misogynist.

Same audience base
as Andrew Tate.

Are you familiar with him?

No relation,
in case you're wondering.

- Well, that's good to know.
- [chuckles]

Shaw's got outstanding warrants
in New York for...

sexual assault,
solicitation, extortion,

conspiracy
to sex traffic minors,

attempted kidnapping,

transportation of minors
across state lines

for sexual purposes,
and unlawful flight

to avoid prosecution.

Since jumping bail,
he's been diligent

about hiding behind Tor
and VPNs.

But his latest video
gave us this kernel:

Babina Luzhitsa.

I'm sure I just butchered
the pronunciation,

but it's a pastry shop
in Sofia, Bulgaria.

We don't have
Shaw's exact location,

but he's got to be close by.

Innocent Images unit flagged
this FantasyFire account

as being a potential minor.

We ID'd her as Ines Rodrigo,
17, from Albuquerque.

Reported missing
about six months ago.

Now, FantasyFire
is a site that's

modeled off of OnlyFans--

user generated,
adult-only content.

Subscribers pay to view.

Not only has Ines plugged
Shaw's channel in her videos,

but her IP address is within
half a mile of Shaw's bakery.

So Shaw's back in business?

It would appear so.

Unfortunately,
this is Bulgaria's concern,

but we certainly can help them
by grabbing him up

on his outstanding
U.S. warrants.

Any theories on how Ines
crossed paths with Shaw?

Not yet, but she went missing

while attending a theater camp
in London.

Europol set up a missing
persons outpost in Sofia

shortly after
the war in Ukraine started.

I can ring up my colleague
once we land.

Could be a connection there.

HQ is all over this one.

I'm going to stay back
and keep New York up to speed.

Remember, this guy wiggled
his way off a hook before.

Don't let him do it again.

- Hey, Scott.
- Yeah?

Tell me Shaw isn't a
dead ringer for Jorge Benitez.

♪

I could see a little bit
of a resemblance, I guess.

And here I was thinking
Bolivia was in the rear view.

That was nine years,
two continents, and, uh,

over 50 cases ago, Damian.

Come on.
- Yeah.

100%.

♪

Andre.

♪

Keep an eye on Damian for me.

Why? What's up?

Just keep an eye on him.

♪

[bell tolling]

Director Anton Markov.

Special Agent Raines.
This is Special Agent Powell.

An American fugitive
winds up in your jurisdiction

and you didn't think
to notify us?

This is how this
is going to start?

We appreciate
the NIS's cooperation.

I think what Agent Powell
means is

did you know Mark Shaw
was in Bulgaria?

Not until you told us.

Our chief prosecutor
was recently ousted

on corruption charges.

The defender of the mafia,
the people called him,

so my office is still
dealing with the fallout.

So your American
is the least of my concern.

And to that point,

Agent Ana Dobrev,
your liaison.

All yours.

So some of us heard rumors
Mark Shaw was in town.

I, for one, am glad

you're trying to get him
out of Bulgaria.

That's great to hear.

Director Markov is not
a big fan of Americans.

We had DEA agents here
last year

on drug investigation

and they went a little
too cowboy.

Is that right expression?

Yep.

Director Markov arranged
for a police escort

to take them to the airport
for a flight home.

Got it.

Sigrid. It's been too long.

Chuffed to see you,
despite the circumstances.

My colleague with the FBI.
- Cameron Vo.

Sigrid Hansen.
Pleasure to meet you.

Please, come inside.

[suspenseful music]

Agnes, Nora, Elena, and Cora.

All using IP addresses
in the same vicinity

as the pastry shop.

Are these abduction cases?

Refugees fleeing Ukraine.

Border control wrote them off
as casualties of war.

Months later,
here they are on FantasyFire

singing Mark Shaw's praises.

Our missing American was
in the EU for a theater camp.

I mean, targeting refugees
doesn't seem to fit Shaw's MO.

There's no rhyme or reason
to any of it.

Sometimes the girls are taken
by force, sometimes not.

Some of them are drugged,
others not.

Regardless,
I'll send you what I have.

And I'll also put you in touch
with David going forward.

- Going forward?
- Yeah.

Tomorrow is my last day.

I thought
you still had six months.

That was the plan,
but I resigned.

♪

Smitty,
all these missing girls,

I used to know each of their
names, their photographs.

But the numbers,
they just keep adding up.

There are no wins here.
Prepare yourself.

♪

[speaking Bulgarian]

So, uh,

why am I supposed to be looking
after you on this case?

What, Forrester said
I need babysitting?

Basically.

It's all good on my end, brother.

Uh-uh.

This right here,

this warrants you giving me
a straight answer.

♪

I was UC in Bolivia.

Narco op.
That's where me and Scott met.

And I had gotten in
with the target, Jorge Benitez.

I was posing as a pilot
who could move his heroin

and Benitez would
throw these parties,

bringing a bunch of girls.

And no one was checking IDs.

I'll put it that way.

So Shaw...

he looks and talks
just like him.

You needed someone
who speaks English?

Yes, thank you.
We're with the FBI.

He look familiar?

Maybe he's been in here,
but he's not regular.

Anything else?

Yeah.
Can I take a look at that iPad?

[upbeat music playing]

♪

Rule number five:

don't take out student loans
you can't afford

to get college degrees
that don't matter

for jobs that don't exist.

Besides, what do you
put all that hard work

for in to begin with?

To increase your chances
of getting prime ass.

[keyboard clacks]

How long am I
on douchebag duty?

As long as it
takes to find Shaw.

Looked over the
bakery's transaction log.

No Mark, no Shaw,
no American credit cards.

Maybe he paid with cash.
- Mm.

What's this string of numbers?

Probably a logging error.

No name came up
for that account.

It could be a crypto card.

Good way
to scrub your tracks.

That card's tied
to an address in Sofia.

The lease is under Ivan Ivanov.

No judgment, but funny name.

Sounds like Bulgarian
for John Doe.

Mm.

Andre, we may have
an address for you.

[tires screech]

[dramatic music]

♪

[knocks on door]
- FBI! Open up!

♪

We'll take the back.

No, no.
Not the Politsiya. No sirens.

You're the lawyer.
You tell--

FBI.

- Do you have a warrant?
- What's your name?

♪

Laura.

Do you know Mark Shaw?

He's my boyfriend.

♪

Hey, check this out.

Prints.

[motor whirs]

♪

Ines was just here.

Along with a bunch
of other girls.

There's got to be a server
around here somewhere.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[snarling and grunting]

[dramatic music]

♪

[groaning]

♪

[both panting]

♪

Laura, can you tell us
where Mark is?

Do you recognize her?

Her parents are
looking for her.

We just want to bring her home.

[soft dramatic music]

Her name is Ines.

Do you know where she is?

Let me ask you this.

If you were missing

and Ines was sitting
where you are,

would she help us find you?

♪

She's with the donkeys.

That's what
Mark calls the girls

who can't get with the program.

♪

Ines complained about
FantasyFire all the time.

I told her that
things would be better

if she just stopped fighting.

And where is she now?

The playhouse.

It's where the donkeys go.

And where's the playhouse?

I don't know.

Thank God.

It's a one-way ticket.

♪

Laura, how many girls
are at the playhouse?

20.

Maybe more.

♪

Anything from Laura's phone?

Only contact was the
burner number for the lawyer.

No phones,
no laptops, no girls?

A cynic might say that
Shaw knew we were coming.

And what's the latest
on the bodyguard?

He's claiming not
to know where Shaw is.

But we are charging him
with leko prestuplenie.

The best translation in English
is light crime.

Light?

He tried to kill us.

Well, he's claiming

you didn't properly
identify yourself

and he thought
you were intruders.

This is why he hid
in the closet.

It's unbelievable.

[engine revving]

If he wants to
turn himself in,

I've got no problem with that.

FBI.

Mark Shaw, you're under arrest.

Actually, I'm just here
to pick up my girl.

You should talk
to Director Markov

about the whole arrest thing.

Third line from the bottom.

♪

Date 2/29.

Oh, come on, they're Americans.

Day 2, month 29.

Our months in Bulgaria
only count up to 12.

You're willing to let
a known criminal walk

because of a typo?

Here in Bulgaria, we write
the days before the month.

So patch it up
with some Tipp-Ex.

Refile it.
It takes 48 hours to process.

Until then, no arrest.

You.
In the car.

♪

Laura.

You don't have to go.

♪

What the hell are
you looking at?

Careful.

♪

See?

These bozo FBI agents,
they ain't got nothing on me.

[smooches]

[car doors close]

[engine turns over]

♪

- So Shaw knew about the typo.
- Yeah.

Probably the same way he knew

we were about
to raid his house.

We wait two days
for a new warrant,

Shaw will be long gone.

Macedonia border's
20 miles away.

No extradition.

OK.
So here's the play.

We are going to get Shaw
on new charges in Bulgaria.

Oh man, good luck.
That'll take, what, two years?

We don't have
any other options, Damian.

Human trafficking
is heavy enough

that Markov can't delay
a warrant or bury it.

Sigrid connected four open
missing persons cases to Shaw.

Maybe she's heard
of this playhouse.

OK, you focus
on finding the girls.

We will work the trafficking
angle from the home base.

Copy that.

Pulled whatever
history I could get

from the gear at Shaw's place.

We've confirmed that
eight girls were streaming

on FantasyFire
from that basement.

Can you prove Shaw was
siphoning the funds?

Well, all the
FantasyFire wallets

are getting routed to other
accounts and routed back.

It's a rat's nest of
pass-through entities,

but we're close.

There's got to be
a central wallet.

Sit tight.

She called it the playhouse.

I heard about
a place like this

from one of the girls we found.

Sounded like
it was a grooming spot.

Shaw keeps the girls there

until they're deemed
old enough and pliant enough.

Pliant?

For what?
Or do I want to know?

Serbian brothels.

When communism collapsed here
in 1989,

state-funded
construction projects

were frozen overnight
and Soviet facilities

like factories, schools,
power plants,

and prisons were
all left to rot.

So traffickers have
their pick of buildings

to stash their victims.

And Bulgarian police
haven't been any help either.

I thought Markov was
just a pencil-pusher.

But do you think that
he could be on the take?

I do.

But I was never able
to prove it.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Found it.

All the money
coming out of FantasyFire

was routed to one account
controlled by Shaw

parked at a major crypto bank
called Abraxas,

first launched out of Serbia.

Yes.
Send this to Raines.

Tell him to get that warrant
ASAP.

♪

I double checked the date.

I'll review it
at my earliest convenience.

I'll wait.

♪

Clear.

♪

I'll give him credit for not
trying to sneak out of town

in a red Ferrari.

♪

Could've sworn
that Previa was tarped

last time we were here.

♪

No problems.
No.

♪

It's quite the downgrade.

Kiss my ass.

You too, out.

♪

Laura?

You're free to go.

If you want to fly
back to Toledo,

we can arrange that
with the embassy.

I'll wait here.

Laura.

Mark might not be going home.

You understand that, right?

I'm not waiting for him.

I'm waiting for Ines.

♪

Where is Ines Rodriguez?

Probably in a world of hurt.

Meaning what?

Someone at the top
pulled me into this.

I can tell you who's running
the entire thing.

And trust me,
when you find out who he is,

you're going to be saving

a hell of a lot more
than 20 girls.

But I want full immunity.

Do not make a deal
with this guy.

He'll give you just enough
to get HQ on board,

but he's never going
to roll over on the big boss.

The deal would only hold
if his intel led to arrests.

If there's a chance we could
take down the whole network,

think of all those girls
we could save.

No.
That guy in Bolivia, same deal.

Strung us along far enough
to get himself a soft landing.

Yeah, but we're not dealing
with him right now.

And it's not
your call to make.

It's the same guy,
same playbook!

I'm telling you!
- Damian.

Bring it down a notch.

[sighs]

[softly]
Yeah.

The assistant director
isn't going for it.

Well, tell him
that our window

is closing fast for finding
our missing American.

I did.
No dice.

And that there could
be an additional 20 women

from Eastern Europe
mixed up in this.

Scott, I'm with you 100%.
But it's a PR thing.

After Miami, HQ is afraid
of losing Shaw again

and getting crucified for it,

so everything has got to go
through official channels only,

which means bringing
in the DOJ.

OK, so fine.

Then we send the U.S. attorney
everything we got.

Give them our recommendation.

DOJ wants someone
there in person

before any deal is offered.

Well, what time frame
are we talking here?

[sighs]
Three days.

Three days?

In three days,
these women will be scattered

all over Europe being made
to do God knows what, Jubal.

It sucks, I know.

And you can try selling Shaw
or whatever the hell you want

to sell them,
but official deal,

it's got to be by the books.

Yeah.
OK.

Sorry, man.

Let me know how
you want to proceed.

[computer chimes]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[line trilling]

- Hello?
- Cam.

Tell Shaw his sentence will
be significantly reduced.

The DOJ will sign off,

but we're going to need
good faith info right now.

Copy that.

♪

Check's in the mail?
That's what you're selling me?

We will work out
the particulars of your deal

after you tell us
where the girls are.

Then no deal.

Mark, this is the best
you're going to get.

But you need to
say yes right now

or the DOJ lets you
take the full ride.

Plea deal in writing,
all federal charges dropped,

signed by a U.S. attorney,
or...

piss off.

[door clicks]

Ain't happening.

We need to get Forrester
back on the phone.

[door slams]

Uh, Damian
just went in there.

[lock clicks]

Where's Ines
and the other girls?

Talk to your colleagues.

I'm done walking you through
what I want.

♪

Damian, open up.

[knocking continues]

Listen, man, let the
other two back in here.

They're the ones
I've been dealing with.

Damian! Open up!
[banging on door]

You're going to tell me
where those girls are.

Trust me.

Damian!
[banging on door]

I'll have your job
if you lay one finger on me.

I got no problem
throwing my career away

if it means saving those girls.

[tense music]

Where are they?

Listen, you come any closer,
I will defend myself.

I'm telling you right now
I will defend myself.

Nothing would make me
happier.

Powell!

And now you know what
it's like to be afraid.

You spineless prick.

Afraid like all those girls
you preyed on.

♪

- Back off.
- Damian, come on, open up.

[both grunting]

♪

- Damian.
- Where are they?

[banging on door]

Tell me!

Oh, no.

[Shaw screaming]

Give an address
and I'll stop.

Go to hell.

[Shaw groaning]
- The address!

- What is the problem?
- Uh, door's jammed.

Damian, try again on your side.

[Shaw groaning loudly]

Where are they?

♪

Tell me!

Damian!

You just handed me
my ticket out of here, slick.

Out now.

Oh,
I can barely move my neck.

- He's fine.
- Out!

[Shaw groaning]

Look, man,
if I get jammed up over this,

you and I are going to go
into a room and hash it out.

You understand?

- He made the first move.
- Yeah?

He wedge the chair
under the door too?

It was just to
get his attention.

Director Markov would
like a word in his office.

What did I tell you
about cowboy behavior?

There's still
women out there.

Shut up.
Smitty, stay on him.

And not another word
to anybody.

He was just about to tell me.

Did you not hear Cam?
Shut up.

[suspenseful music]

Shaw wants to press charges

against Agent Powell
personally,

but also against the FBI
and my own department.

Did you not see Powell?
He has a gash over his eye.

Shaw will stay here.
You will leave.

And whether your exit
is voluntary or by force,

it is up to you.

♪

We can formally challenge
Markov's decision.

It's a long shot,
but I can make some calls.

I'm not sure
getting more eyes on this

is the smartest play.

Any more bright ideas,
Damian?

[ringing]

Forrester's calling.

[ringing]

Patch him through.

What's the latest?

- Well, we have been asked--
- Powell.

What happened to you?

Um...

me and Shaw tussled.

Define tussled.

Mute it a second?

Hang tight.

Director Markov's dirty.

Shaw's lawyer has
been paying him off.

Call me back
from a secure location.

Two minutes.
[line beeps]

♪

Vasil Manolov, Shaw's lawyer.

His client list reads like

a who's who of
Bulgaria's most wanted.

Took me and the team
a while to dig up dirt

because he's methodical

about using burners
and washing cash,

but his court photos all
showed him wearing a Fitbit.

Kyle got a readout
of his step log.

Once a month,

Manolov takes out cash
from an LLC tied to Shaw

then walks to a
safe deposit box facility

across the street
called UltraSiguren.

Now, security cams
show Manolov accessing a box

registered to a G. Markov.

Markov's first name is Anton.

But there was a Bulgarian
author, Georgi Markov.

He was a political activist
who spoke out about communism.

Anton quotes him a bunch
in his social media.

Maybe he used his favorite
author as an alias.

So if Markov did
leak the warrant,

he wanted us off the case
from the jump.

If we can prove Markov
is on the take,

that is enough for Europol
to override him.

But we need access
to that box.

How the hell are we supposed
to get Markov

to approve a warrant
to search his own stash?

It's Dobrev.

If anybody's going to do
the right thing around here,

she will.
- Keep us posted.

Smitty, you and me.

Cam, I want you to know
I'll take the heat if--

You'll be lucky
if this stops at OPR.

[tense music]

♪

Ana, I know we're guests here,

and there is
a chain of command,

but we need you
to go around your boss.

Why?

Because it may involve him.

[suspenseful music]

Georgi Markov?

Yes, a hero of mine.
Are you familiar with him?

I know that he
was a broadcaster

in the Beeb in the '70s.

Before finding
his way to London,

Georgi Markov fled Bulgaria

for speaking out
about the government.

He was eventually poisoned.

His own countrymen
turned on him.

Yes.
Tragic story.

So how can I help?

We need you to look
at a file confidentially.

I'll certainly do what I can.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought
I had the file transfer,

but I guess I didn't.

What is--what's the file?

Well, it's just easier
to show it to you,

so we'll be right back.

♪

It's Dobrev. She's the one
in Shaw's back pocket.

♪

Go to Markov.

Tell him he's got a snake
in his ranks.

He leans on her,
she flips on Shaw.

That may not make him
forget why he sent

us packing in the first place.

Smitty, if you go
straight to Europol--

With what proof?

We still need access
to that safe deposit box.

Maybe we get Dobrev
to deliver the proof herself.

We accessed some
of Shaw's books

and there's one line item
of particular interest,

UltraSiguren 7604.

Siguren means secure.

Maybe it's a security firm
Shaw hired.

Could be, but there's also

a safe deposit box facility
with that name.

We'd like to see
if they have a box 7604,

but given what happened
with Powell...

- Let me handle it.
- Are you sure?

We really hate to drag you
into this mess,

but you are the only person
that we trust.

Leave this with me
and only me.

Anyone else will take this
straight to Markov.

Do you understand?
- We do.

- I'll take care of it.
- Thank you. Thank you.

And you won't say anything
to your boss?

Not a word.

OK.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[speaks Bulgarian]

Cops always make
the worst criminals.

No matter where you are
on this planet, apparently.

This isn't--

you can't prove--
- Don't make me cuff you, Ana.

♪

Where is Shaw
hiding the girls?

Please, I didn't know
there were so many of them.

Doesn't matter.

You leaked
classified information.

You enabled it to happen.

He threatened to come after
my mother and my daughter.

So the 200,000 euros just
had nothing to do with it?

I was going to give it all
to Kerina, my daughter.

Please, you have to believe me.

What if Kerina

had been one of the girls
in Shaw's basement?

I scan documents,
leave them in a deposit box,

and don't ask questions.

That's all I know.

You were a cop for 20 years.

I think you know exactly
what you were getting into.

And I won't ask again.
Where is the playhouse?

I don't know where it is.

But I can tell you who runs it.

Our target, Milos Horvat.

Multiple priors,
laundry list of offenses.

We traced him to an
abandoned industrial building

ten clicks outside Sofia.

So let's hope the girls
are there.

- Ready when you are.
- Cam, I want to be in this.

Why? So you can crack
some more skulls?

No.
To have your back.

[sighs]
Gear up.

- He stays here.
- No, he rolls with us.

And you and I are going to have
a conversation later.

It would appear we both have

some pressing matters
to discuss.

Hey, what's going on?

♪

- They're moving the girls.
- Let's go!

[speaking Bulgarian]

[tires squealing]

[dramatic music]

♪

[tires screeching]

Go!

[shouting in Bulgarian]

[men grunting]

♪

[speaking Bulgarian]

♪

Horvat!
Hands up.

Or bleed out on the concrete.

Your choice.

I'm cool with either one.

♪

Who betrayed me?

[grunts]

[girls gasping]
- It's OK.

It's OK, don't be scared.

Ines Rodrigo, is she here?

Ines Rodrigo.
Do you know where she is?

- We don't know.
- Do you know Ines Rodrigo?

Come here.
Come here. Come here.

- Powell.
- Do you know Ines Rodrigo?

Ines Rodrigo.

Let me out!
Please!

Someone, I'm in here!

Hello?
Help! I'm in here!

[grunts]

- Oh!
- It's OK.

I'm Agent Vo.
This is Agent Powell.

We're with the FBI.

Thank God.

You're safe now.

♪

Your parents are
on their way.

I'm going home?

Is Laura getting arrested?

No.
She's been waiting for you.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

[sobbing]

♪

[sighs]

♪

Your mother and brother
are in Kraków.

We've notified them
that you're safe

and you'll be with them soon.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Finally.
A win.

♪

Got it.

Jubal is sending two agents
to pick up Shaw.

NIS is transferring him

to Belene Penitentiary
in the meantime.

I need to loop in
Forrester now.

I mean, technically,
we didn't see anything, right?

Yeah, but once the Bulgarians
charge him with assault,

cat's out of the bag.

Wish me luck.

Hold off for a tick.

Business first.

The best and the worst thing
about this job

is when I get out of bed
in the morning,

I never know what
kind of day awaits.

And today?
What marks would you give it?

Depends how
this conversation goes.

Well, Shaw's off the street.

Horvat and his crew have been
arrested, the girls are safe.

Why end on a sour note?

Drop all charges
against Agent Powell

and I won't report your
department's connection

to organized crime to Europol.

We cannot pretend
nothing happened to Shaw.

[sighs]

♪

His cameraman.

I could have sworn
I saw him and Shaw

fighting outside the station

the first time
you let him walk.

Yeah, it got pretty heated.
Didn't you see?

And with that coke bullet we
found in Shaw's pocket later,

I mean, it makes perfect sense.

He was gakked out of his mind
and looking for a fight.

[suspenseful music]

And you will let me deal
with Agent Dobrev internally?

To your heart's content.

♪

[sighs] Well--
[clears throat]

You might consider sending
Smitty a rather large

gift basket for Christmas.

What?

Yeah.

It's been put to bed.

As far as the Bureau
is concerned.

[sighs]

When I walked into that room--

Whoa.
You about to share details?

If so--
[clears throat]

When OIG comes asking,

there will not be a lack
of candor on my part.

Or you can just zip it,

because right now,
I don't know a thing.

Happy to keep it that way.

[soft music]

♪

Benitez.

All those girls
that came through,

all with the same look
in their eyes,

I had to pretend
to be amused by it.

Laughing it up
with this scumbag.

When I...

could've helped,

if I had just stepped up
and done something.

Because I had him right there
multiple times.

And I should have
just smoked him.

- And blown the case.
- Yeah. And where is he now?

Witness Protection?
Playing pickleball somewhere?

We had to make him an offer
to take down the operation.

You know this.

- [softly] Yeah.
- And we did.

What you went through,
I can't imagine.

But all we can do on this job
is follow orders,

stick to the mission.

If not, then what are we?

A mob?

Yeah.

The things that I saw--
- Hey, hey, hey.

Listen to me.

You're never alone.

Damian, you are never alone
on this job.

♪

Yeah.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪