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[both speaking Hungarian]

You're getting better and better every day.

[phone ringing]

Hey, Ella, what's up?

Wes. Thank you.

- How are things? - No complaints.

How about you? Everything all right in LA?

Yeah, just checking in.

OK, about what?

Well, the realtor called.

Looks like the house finally has a buyer.

Oh, that's great.

- Yeah, there's just the property taxes from last year.

Do you want to split those down the middle or...

Yeah, let's keep it clean.

Oh, OK, same page.

- All right, well, if there isn't anything else--

Uh, well, since I have you,

I wanted to run something else by you.

- OK. - Well, it's about a case.

It's a little tricky, but just hear me out, OK?

- Ella, if it's tricky, then just run it up

the chain of command.

Plus, I'm in the office, so I got to get to work.

Of course.

It's really great hearing your voice, Wes.

You too.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Not a speck of dust, no detail unattended.

Understood? This place must be immaculate.

He'll expect nothing less.

No, no, start over.

Grapes on the side, not on top.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Don't apologize, just fix it.

- Can you get started on that, darl?

♪ ♪

He's in the building.

Final checks.

Move!

♪ ♪

Where are the cigarettes?

♪ ♪

- Pastor Santoso. How was your journey?

Long.

The blinds, domba kecilku, the blinds.

Forgive me, Apostle.

Open the curtains.

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music fading]

The church build in town is progressing nicely.

Our local chapter is officially recognized.

So we are protected here?

I hope so.

Speak, domba kecilku.

What is it?

- The FBI is putting together an extradition request.

- [scoffs] I would like to see them try.

Not in this country.

Not while our Father guides my divine mission.

You're right, Pastor.

And in two days,

you won't have to deal with these indignities ever again.

Everything will be fine.

I am done for the night.

Everyone leaves.

[tense music]

She stays.

♪ ♪

Isla.

The Apostle has selected Millie for Night Chores.

A great honor.

She'll be staying the night.

♪ ♪

Please, Apostle Santoso.

- You know you're forbidden from speaking to him directly.

- I know, but I beg you, Apostle.

Millie, my daughter, she has an important test tomorrow.

Please.

What is your name, child?

- Isla. Isla Hewitt.

- Education is one of the pillars of our congregation,

the foundation of our faith.

I would not want to get in the way of Millie's schooling.

Thank you so much, Apostle.

♪ ♪

Bridget...

I am still the word of God.

That girl is staying with me tomorrow night.

Understood?

I'll make the arrangements.

♪ ♪

Come with me.

♪ ♪

Wes.

Briefing EC just came in, and this one's red hot.

Subject's on the Most Wanted List.

You know Pastor Bakti Santoso?

- Yeah, the televangelist nutjob from Indonesia?

He came up for air?

- Interpol Red Notice places him in Gibraltar,

though it looks like the locals did not detain.

Legat Madrid is pinning down his exact location

with the Gibraltar police as we speak.

- OK, let's ping the rest of the team.

- Already notified and en route.

Just waiting on DC's go-ahead.

Got it.

- Who is that? - Aminah Karana.

Cooperating witness from the New York field office.

As soon as they heard Santoso was in play,

they had her on the next flight over.

It started innocently.

Always with flowers.

To this day,

I can't smell jasmine without my stomach turning.

Back then, when Santoso noticed you,

he'd make you feel like

you were in the presence of God himself.

- It must have been so hard to speak out.

- That's why it took me over a decade after Santoso, he--

He did what he did to report it.

I know how it looks.

- Hey, what? [sighs softly]

No one is judging you for the time it took you to get here.

We're just--we're just glad you're here at all.

I know Santoso.

I know how he thinks, operates,

his likes and dislikes,

his preferred brands of chocolates,

cigarettes, wine.

- I want to help. - Good.

That's what you're doing.

Isn't it?

[soft tense music]

What am I missing?

♪ ♪

- Since I spoke out about Santoso,

every single door has been slammed in my face.

It's hard to think that anything will change,

that anyone will ever believe me.

I believe you.

And I'm not going to sit here and make you an empty promise.

But me and my team, we're going to do everything we can

in our power to make sure that he pays for what he did to you.

- [computer chimes] - Bakti Santoso.

So-called Apostle of the Reign of Jesus Christ Church.

- You know what? Let's call it what it is.

It's a cult.

Santoso's wanted worldwide,

but has been a parasite on the States for decades.

Embezzling government funds,

pocketing U.S. donations from the ROJC,

most recently even running an anchor baby scheme

to secure U.S. citizenship for his followers.

- Ensuring the next gen of faithful

keeps the American dollars coming.

- They run welfare scams and shove that money

back to the church and Santoso's own pockets.

Santoso was untouchable back in Indonesia,

but when the new administration came into power,

they pulled his safety net and froze the rest of his accounts.

He's been in the wind ever since.

Until he popped his head out in Gibraltar.

- Gibraltar is technically a British territory,

but in practice, it's a jurisdictional dog's breakfast,

stuck in an endless sovereignty battle with Spain

and rife with smuggling and offshore banking.

Casablanca of Western Europe.

- And an ideal spot for Santoso to broker his path to freedom.

- Which is exactly what we're not going to let happen.

HQ wants this guy and his entire organization dismantled

for reasons well beyond the charges in his file.

It's a known secret that he preys on underage girls.

He...

brainwashes them into thinking

that the path to salvation is through his bedroom.

He calls it Night Chores.

Koresh, Raniere, Jeffs,

it's the same blueprint with all these guys.

At some point,

every young woman in the fold has to go see them.

- And while the FBI has been actively pursuing Santoso

for years now on white-collar crimes,

they can't nail him on assault.

Allegations of abuse have always been withdrawn.

Except for one.

Aminah.

She refused to take back her account of Santoso's abuse.

- All right, but Santoso still isn't facing assault charges.

- Mm-hmm.

- So then why didn't your testimony move the needle?

I was 11 when it started.

After my first Night Chores, I told my mom what happened.

She was proud.

Said that I had been chosen by God.

By the time I finally left the church and filed charges,

the statute of limitations had run out.

- Aminah is our expert on Santoso.

I already cleared it with the ASAC.

She's going to roll with us to Gibraltar

in case we catch any curveballs.

Extradition request is a go.

Approve for the takedown, Wes.

- This might be our only shot at Santoso.

I believe Gibraltar is just a stopover

while the guy figures out his next move.

He's got 300,000 followers across multiple countries

and no shortage of foxholes to crawl into.

We are not going to give him the chance.

Oh, by the way.

Do you know Special Agent Ella Driscoll?

She reached out to the Hub.

I'm not sure what it was regarding.

- We just talked. It's always something with her.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Commissioner Imogen, Agent Garretson.

We spoke on the phone.

- I'm terribly sorry, but there have been

some complications in the Santoso case.

The situation is fluid.

- Wes Mitchell, what seems to be the holdup?

- Gibraltar cannot approve your extradition at this time.

- I thought we were cleared for liftoff here.

- You were, but Spain's since thrown a spanner in the works.

They're contending Santoso's extradition

must go through the Spanish courts.

- So what then, they're holding this investigation hostage?

Essentially.

Spain likes to remind us

who's the top brass in the Iberian peninsula.

A high-profile extradition makes headlines.

Of course, they insist on being part of the conversation.

- Fine. I understand you have a 20 on Santoso.

If you have a tac team ready to roll,

let's just arrest him now

and let Spain get this tantrum out of their system.

Rafael Ferrer,

Director General of the Policía Nacional,

is threatening a diplomatic incident

if Santoso is even apprehended without Spain's rubber stamp.

I am sorry, but we are the little brother here.

We have to choose our battles carefully.

- If I had a dangerous predator loose in my country,

I think I would choose that battle.

- Gibraltar also wants this resolved.

It will just take time.

- That's the last thing we can afford to give Santoso.

- Yeah, look, DOJ and State Department

are leaning hard on Spain,

but Madrid is dying on this hill.

- Just tell me whose boss I got to get on the phone.

- I-I'm working on it, Wes,

but with all the red tape over there,

it's hard to know who's in the driver's seat.

OK, so since on paper,

Santoso doesn't pose an imminent threat,

Europol isn't keen to pull out the heavy artillery.

They're letting Spain and Gibraltar

figure it out amongst themselves.

- As much as I hate to admit it,

Santoso has played this well.

Getting a warrant over there

is like doing some kind of an obstacle course.

- What about a surveillance warrant?

- That depends. To what end?

We stake out Santoso,

we suss out exactly what he's up to,

and then before he makes his next move,

the Bureau is ahead of him.

And the second he steps foot

into neutral territory, we snatch him up

before he slips out of our reach for good.

- OK. I like that swing.

I think I can push that through.

I'll get Imogen on the horn.

Hey.

How is Aminah doing?

She's hanging in there.

Vo and Raines just got her squared away at the hotel.

[sighs] OK, good.

I mean, what that young woman has endured

on her own is just--

it would be very meaningful to me personally

to see this taken care of.

We hear you, Jubal.

[suspenseful music]

[camera shutter clicking]

- This is the bloke who has commanded such fanaticism.

What did you expect?

- At least an understanding of how it got so far.

Santoso has all the charisma of a soggy towel.

Let's start putting together

a roster of everybody inside Santoso's place,

figure out who he's meeting with.

It might give us his next move.

On it.

[camera shutter clicking]

- Santoso's private security detail.

He calls them his Templars,

named after the holy military order.

- Military records? Any time served?

Both.

They're more mercenaries than they are bodyguards.

- All right. Keep at it.

- So we've been feeding our surveillance to Amanda

and updating IDs as they come in,

but we're pretty sure this is Santoso's number two.

- Yeah, that's Bridget Zimmerman.

Santoso calls her his domba kecilku,

Indonesian for little lamb.

She's the daughter of some

American pharma multimillionaire.

Douglas Zimmerman?

I mean, that guy is worth at least 5 billion easy.

- You think Bridget's privy to her old man's cash?

- Santoso definitely needs the money

after we froze the church's accounts.

- OK, let's keep an eye on any withdrawals.

If Santoso has an escape plan, Bridget is his bus money.

[tense somber music]

♪ ♪

- Celeste, how's the device coming?

- Behold the Wi-Fi pineapple.

Get this inside Santoso's apartment,

and we can tap into all data going in and out.

Great work.

- Mm, don't give me a gold star just yet.

I have no clue how to get this inside the apartment.

- Yeah, even the food delivery workers

are vetted with background checks.

No chance for getting on Santoso's guest list.

- The surveillance warrant we were given

is super strict, too.

Doesn't even let us in his apartment.

- What if we could get on top of it?

Find out who lives above him.

♪ ♪

Mr. Harrington.

- And you are? - Andre Raines.

I'm with the FBI.

Regarding?

- Don't worry. You're not in trouble, sir.

The Bureau would just like to use your apartment

for a few days.

How much?

10,000 euro.

- 15. - Deal.

- 20. - No, no. Too late.

You already said 15.

When do you need it?

Right now.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Cue the noise.

[saw whirring]

[loud metallic grinding]

♪ ♪

- Inserting the camera now. Stand by for visuals.

♪ ♪

- You need to position the Wi-Fi pineapple

directly above Santoso's real router for this to work.

Once we've got full bars, it'll spoof the signal

and tap all data.

Copy that.

♪ ♪

I'm green on video.

Same.

♪ ♪

No one's batting an eye.

♪ ♪

Amanda, are you seeing this?

Yeah.

Looks like frequency interference.

Guessing insulation above the vent?

OK, so how do I loop back in?

- Well, the range is being capped.

You'll need to get closer

and underneath the disruption to reconnect.

All right.

♪ ♪

Come on.

♪ ♪

All right, we're syncing up again.

♪ ♪

Almost there.

♪ ♪

Cam, heads up.

You might have company.

♪ ♪

- Got it. We're in.

♪ ♪

Excuse me.

Who are you?

Hi.

Uh, so sorry for the inconvenience.

Um, I'm Mary.

Uh, I just wanted to pay my respects to the Apostle,

but...

I got cold feet at the door.

What's in that bag?

- Uh--um--

I was hoping that you would be able to

pass this along to the Apostle.

♪ ♪

It's Bridget, right?

It would mean the world to me if this made it to him.

- The Apostle can't accept gifts.

But there will soon be a Sunday congregation in town.

I will be there.

♪ ♪

Have a blessed day.

♪ ♪

- Enterprise endpoint protection's

just kicked in on Santoso's laptop.

Seeing it too.

Why and how does a pastor have armor like this?

I might have an idea.

Joko Marbun,

Santoso's resident IT expert from Indonesia,

former Black Hat Asia CTF champion.

Seems like he's been helping Santoso avoid capture

for the last few months.

♪ ♪

- While Amanda's pulling what she can,

these are the only two left

that we don't have profiles for.

- I saw those two making the drop-off.

They're at the bottom of the food chain

and Bridget made them show her their nails yesterday.

- Because Santoso's a neat freak and claustrophobic.

That's why the blinds always have to be open.

- Looks like Santoso has company.

♪ ♪

- He's summoning her for Night Chores.

- Facial rec just came through on those two.

Isla and Millie Hewitt.

Millie is 16 years old.

- The age of consent here is 16.

There's no crime here as far as they're concerned.

- Wait. We're going to help her, right?

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

Millie.

Follow me.

♪ ♪

Come.

♪ ♪

Wait.

Her textbooks. We forgot them.

Can we go get them and come back?

- People are talking about you, Isla.

They're saying you're an infidel.

I've been doing all I can

to make sure those rumors don't reach the Apostle.

Or are the rumors true?

No.

- No, they're not. - Ah.

Then let's not speak of this again.

♪ ♪

Did you see him?

Who?

He was 5'9", 5'10".

He had on a blue football shirt.

He took my phone, my wallet, and he ran this way!

We didn't see anyone.

- Oh, you must have. He had a goatee, bald head.

Total tosser!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

The Gibraltar police, they're on their way.

They might have to ask you questions, please.

What about you? Did you see anything?

What's your name?

- Get back in the car with your mom.

♪ ♪

Oh, well.

Yeah, thanks for that. Yeah?

Brilliant.

♪ ♪

[panting]

[tense music fading]

Nice one, Smitty.

Good shout, Wes.

But that was too close for comfort.

- Yeah. Now we got another problem.

Santoso has his sights on this girl

and we can't go back to that well.

It's going to spook them for sure.

- Yeah, it might be a little late for that.

This conversation is going on right now.

Bridget's on the phone with her dad.

I need the money, Daddy.

By tomorrow morning. Here. It's urgent.

I promise that I will come home if you wire it.

How old is this person?

43.

Thank you, Daddy.

Love you.

How much you want to bet

that money is tied to Santoso bouncing out of here?

Yeah, our window's closing.

If he tries to leave now, we're not cleared to follow.

Patching in Amanda.

- We're tapped into Santoso's internet,

but he has air-gapped security on some folders.

Serious overkill if he's not hiding anything major.

- This could be his getaway plan.

- Either that or a smoking gun, right?

- Amanda, what do you need from us?

Direct access to that laptop.

- There's no way we're getting inside Santoso's spot.

- Then we need someone who already has access.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

I know you.

You were outside the Apostle's apartment, right?

- Yes. I'm Cameron.

Do you have a second to speak in private?

- You're not actually a member of the congregation, are you?

No.

I was hoping that you would

be able to have a conversation with someone.

And all I ask is that you keep an open mind.

♪ ♪

It's for your daughter's sake.

- I was once in Millie's shoes.

A young girl chosen for Night Chores,

who believed in Santoso and the ROJC.

- Until you were kicked out for trying to extort the church.

I never asked for a dime.

I didn't leave because of money

or even because of what Santoso did to me.

That man took everything from me.

[Aminah sighs]

What really happened, Aminah?

[tense somber music]

♪ ♪

When I was 15,

I was pregnant with Santoso's child.

His people made me take care of it.

I would have kept her.

♪ ♪

I tried to stop them, but--

[sniffles]

I never had a chance to save my daughter,

but Isla, you still can save yours.

♪ ♪

Listen to me, Isla.

We can protect Millie

and all the other girls just like her

if you'll work with the FBI.

♪ ♪

What would you need me to do?

- So you're going to set this down next to Santoso's laptop.

It's been rigged with malware,

which will give us direct access.

- I know you don't trust me, Isla, but--

and that they filled you with all sorts of stories about me.

But I can promise you

there's a life beyond the church.

♪ ♪

- You're making me pick between my faith and my family.

You shouldn't have to.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

I-I just can't.

♪ ♪

[Vo sighs]

- Hey, Jubal. What's up?

- I don't know how to sugarcoat this one.

After nearly every U.S. agency got involved...

[inhales deeply]

Spain finally relented and set a court date

for January of next year.

Sorry, guys. We're at a bit of a loss here.

Just keep us in the loop.

- All right? - Yeah.

[line disconnection beep]

- Listen. I know how this looks.

[tense somber music]

♪ ♪

No rock left unturned, OK?

♪ ♪

Isla.

- Ah, morning. - Thank you.

Yes, Apostle?

Where is Millie?

Studying.

For what?

Her doctorate? [scoffs]

Your daughter is running out of excuses.

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

♪ ♪

- Hey. You got my message.

- Hi. Can we talk?

♪ ♪

Hey.

All you have to do...

when everybody's at afternoon worship, you can plant it.

It's just 30 seconds and you're out.

- There's no coming back from this, is there?

You really want to go back?

♪ ♪

[takes deep breath]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

All right. Come on, Isla, come on.

♪ ♪

Oh, bloody hell.

♪ ♪

What are you doing in here?

- I'm sorry, Apostle. I just--

I was looking for you.

I wanted to apologize.

- I understand you've always shown great devotion

to our congregation.

Which is why your recent disobedience hurts me so.

The next time I request your daughter stay for Night Chores,

she stays the night without objections.

Yes, Apostle.

I speak the word of God.

And until you fully remember that,

I have no choice but to add toilet duty to your tasks.

You can start right now, in fact.

Follow me.

♪ ♪

[computer chiming softly]

[softly] Yes.

♪ ♪

- We're paired. Tate's in.

- Well, he's going to regret that toilet duty line

for the rest of his life.

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

- Hey. I got Tate.

Wes?

Santoso set up hidden cameras during Night Chores.

He, um...he filmed everything.

♪ ♪

- Amanda, whatever you just saw,

get that to Jubal right now.

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

The evidence of assault

global law enforcement has been missing against Santoso,

this is it.

What about Spain?

- Can't imagine they'll have much to say

once they get eyes on this.

Our human trafficking task force has counted

236 victims on tape, including American citizens.

All right.

I'm going to stay with Aminah and I'll run point from here.

Just go get this scumbag. [handgun slide clicks]

[dramatic suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Nobody move!

Down on the ground!

Hands where we can see them!

♪ ♪

Clear.

[tense music]

- Santoso's tech guy must have realized what we found.

Where the hell is Santoso?

- [sighs] His core crew is gone, too.

Amanda, talk to me.

- Well, the only people who recently left

were delivery workers.

♪ ♪

- Hold up. That's Santoso.

- He and his people swapped clothes with them.

This was just two minutes ago.

- They had this plan in their back pocket all along.

Tracking Santoso now.

They headed for the main city strip,

where they ditched the car and likely swapped vehicles.

Intersection of Castle Road and Town Lane.

- Santoso's corralled by the border on one side

and the ocean on the other.

There's no clear emergency exit.

- His crew must be posted up somewhere.

Lying low till the next leg of their journey.

- Meaning Santoso has a safe house.

- If anyone knows where Santoso is,

now's the time to speak up.

As far as the FBI is concerned, you're clean.

But the local police, they don't see it that way.

If you don't help me, I can't help you.

All right, look.

Your Apostle?

He ditched you.

He's gone.

You're going to fall on the sword for a guy like that?

- The only judgment waiting for any of us is beyond you.

- Let me know how that works out for you, man.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Hey.

You did great.

- Did I make the right decision?

Yes.

That laptop held evidence

of what had only been whispered about for so long.

And you not only saved your daughter's life,

but God knows how many other girls from Santoso.

So you've arrested him?

[tense somber music]

No.

Not yet.

♪ ♪

Amanda?

That money transfer Bridget sweet-talked her dad out of?

Well, it took me a minute,

but I followed the ping-pong balls to a Francisco Morales.

Oh, Nicaraguan diplomat.

- Yeah, Honorary Consultant to Gibraltar,

one with a reputation for greased palms.

- Well, this is why Santoso went there.

One of his emissaries

must have met with Morales to broker safe harbor.

- The ROJC has a strong foothold in Nicaragua,

a haven for controversial religious figures.

Santoso can stay in the spotlight there.

No need to live life in the shadows.

If he makes his way there,

it'll be impossible to pry him out.

- Can we reverse Bridget's transaction to Morales?

Maybe their deal will fall through.

I tried it, but the money's

already sitting pretty in his account.

- Well, Bridget might not know that.

If we can spoof a bank security alert

that requires her to confirm the transaction--

Right.

If she logs in, it'll reveal the location of the safe house.

Put it through.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- We need to carry out a full urban sweep.

Ports shuttered and the border sealed.

As long as Santoso is in Gibraltar, he's hemmed in.

- I'll do what I can, but we have limited manpower.

If Santoso makes it into Spain,

the Gibraltar police can't touch him.

- So let's make sure he doesn't get that far.

♪ ♪

- Bridget just verified the transfer.

♪ ♪

- Wes, they're in a safe house in Spain.

Just near Algeciras.

- Wait. Is this where he is?

Yeah.

Hey, uh, you're going to be safe here, OK?

Commissioner Imogen is going to have someone

stay and keep an eye on you.

Wait.

Just so you know, his Templars take a vow of death.

The greatest glory they can achieve is to die for him.

They may get their wish.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[car door opens]

♪ ♪

- We're going to need a blueprint of this house

so we can start drawing up a breaching plan,

and I'll take any type of sniper support you can give me.

- How quick can we set up a drone overwatch?

We have bigger problems.

- Rafael Ferrer, Director General de la Policía Nacional.

- Please tell me you're here to help.

I'm not.

Do you have any idea

who you have holed up in that house, Director?

- I do, but I insist you stand down.

Spain must prioritize Spanish interests here.

- Have you seen the evidence that we have on Santoso?

Not personally, no.

But my country will determine the next steps

once we finish reviewing your intel.

- What is there to review? It's footage of sexual assault!

- We got a car rolling up to the back of the property.

Looks like that could be his getaway.

- And there are half a dozen nearby airstrips

that could get him to Nicaragua.

- We're going to need a roadblock to the access route.

All units on standby.

You do that,

and I'll have your entire team jailed for obstruction.

You have no jurisdiction here.

If that can't be followed, then I'll make it stick.

♪ ♪

Jubal, we need a Hail Mary.

[siren wailing]

Hey.

Have Tate pull everything she can on this house.

♪ ♪

Just in case.

- When it was built, blueprints,

all possible escape hatches, and mouse holes.

On it.

- Can we get eyes inside? - Negative.

- No CCTV, but I'll keep looking. - OK.

Uh, can we get thermal?

- Spain has aerial surveillance we could piggyback on,

but that would require a Spanish co-sign.

All of this does.

♪ ♪

Hey, Wes.

Remember that arms trafficking case

we handed over to Spain on a silver platter?

- Yeah, the one we let Bautista put his name on?

- Yeah. Well, turns out Bautista has

the Interior Minister on speed dial.

He owes me a favor.

Or I should say he owed me a favor

because I cashed in on that favor

and you are clear for takedown.

If anyone on the Spanish side of things tries to play games,

you can tell them they can suck it.

Copy.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

All right, listen up.

This is a kill house.

Santoso's Templars, they're ready to die for him.

But the rest of his followers inside, they're civilians.

They might not have any idea

what's about to come down on them.

Remember your training.

You might be forced to make a split-second decision

to shoot or hold your fire.

Just trust your instincts.

Amanda, you're our eye in the sky.

Talk to me.

- Yeah. I've got a 3D layout of the safe house.

I'll try and keep you all sorted on the move.

OK, copy that.

Are we all good?

♪ ♪

Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.

Move together, this won't turn into another Waco.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

[Templar groans and thuds]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

On the ground, now!

Get down!

♪ ♪

Ready?

♪ ♪

- Wes, there's a living room ahead.

If I had to guess, that's where they'd post sentries.

♪ ♪

[people screaming]

Let her go.

Now!

♪ ♪

Hey.

It's OK.

It doesn't have to be this way, man.

You can just let her go.

♪ ♪

Come on.

♪ ♪

Don't do it.

[gunshots]

[hostage screams]

♪ ♪

Hallway to your left

should lead you straight to the east wing.

Copy.

♪ ♪

[Templar gasping]

♪ ♪

Any eyes on Santoso?

Nothing yet.

♪ ♪

- We're green on thermal from Spain.

Adding satellite to the diagram.

- Wes, he's in what looks like a master bedroom.

Top floor.

♪ ♪

Drop it.

♪ ♪

You can't win.

♪ ♪

Bridget, drop the knife!

Bridget, there's nowhere to go.

Drop the knife.

Drop it now.

Put it down.

- I'm not going to let you take him.

Drop it.

- You're going to have to kill me first.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

Put it down.

Lady, last time I'm going to say it.

Drop the knife, step away from the door.

He is a living divinity.

I have devoted and will continue

to devote--[gasping] [taser crackling]

♪ ♪

Amanda, where is he?

- Oh, he-- you're right on top of him.

He's--he's right there.

♪ ♪

Raines.

♪ ♪

OK!

OK, OK.

[Santoso gasps softly]

♪ ♪

Santoso is now in custody.

He will be on a plane back to the States

by the end of the week.

- [sighs] So that's that, then?

Yeah.

So where are you two gonna go?

I don't really know.

The church was our only real family.

Our only support system.

Thank God we still have each other.

Mm.

- Well, the Bureau did track down an uncle of yours

who now lives in Maryland.

- Uncle Lleyton? - Yeah.

And he says that you can stay with him

for as long as you want, no strings attached.

And because of your help in this case,

the United States is willing to provide you guys passports

and relocation expenses.

[soft dramatic music]

- [chuckles softly] I don't really know what to say.

Just say yes.

Yes.

♪ ♪

- So if you need anything at all,

you reach out, OK?

There is a life beyond this. Remember.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

♪ ♪

Do you remember me, Pastor?

Aminah.

[gasps softly] My sweet child.

- Please help me-- - Hey! Sit down.

Sit down!

Shut up.

You're here to listen. You got it?

[tense somber music]

♪ ♪

Bakti Santoso...

I wanted to be the one to let you know

you won't be going away as some white-collar criminal,

but as a sexual predator.

Every voice you silenced is a part of this.

Even the ones who never got a chance to tell their own story.

This is for all of them.

♪ ♪

[whispers] This is for my daughter.

They are the reason why you will never see the sun again.

No, no.

No.

Please, please!

I need your help.

I can't stay inside here!

Please!

Help me!

I can't breathe! I can't breathe!

[tense music fading]

♪ ♪

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Hey, Ella.

Hey, baby.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]