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Emma, you look amazing.

Way better than those pricks deserve.

Trust me, they won't even notice.

Exactly. A total waste of time.

You should be at the Union

making the rugby guys buy you drinks.

Very tempting.

But this is important.

I just don't understand

why you still have to go to the stupid events.

Haven't you proved your point?

It's more than that.

Non sibi sed omnibus.

Ad fraternitas fidelis.

Ah, mind topping me off, sweetheart?

Sure, no problem.

Knock it off, mate.

I thought new members

were supposed to respect their betters.

You know him.

All mouth and no trousers.

And I thought you were all supposed to be gentlemen.

Well, that was your first mistake.

Most of these boys are idiots.

And what does that make you?

You tell me.

There we go, chaps.

Ah, not yet, pleb.

Gentleman...

lady...

tonight, we celebrate the proud legacy of this club

and the honorable men that have upheld it.

In swearing your vows,

you claim the mantle of upholding our traditions,

honoring our history,

and safeguarding our secrets.

Fraternitas fidelis.

Fraternitas fidelis.

It's time to prove that you really are one of us.

♪ Who would true valor see ♪

♪ Let him come hither ♪

♪ One here will constant be ♪

♪ Come wind, come weather ♪

♪ There's no discouragement ♪

♪ Shall make him once relent ♪

♪ His first avowed intent to be a pilgrim ♪

Megan Garretson, Europol.

You're far from home.

I work with the FBI Fly Team out of Budapest.

Was visiting family in the area when the call came in.

Well, I hate to say this,

but I reckon you've had a wasted trip.

American DOA?

Student at the uni, but there's no case here.

Just a bit of drink and some bad luck.

Uh, yeah, just a second.

Some minor injuries.

Bruises, scratches.

There's blood under her fingernails.

From the fall?

I don't see how she'd manage that.

Did you check for multiple sets of footprints?

You think someone pushed her?

I wouldn't put anything past these kids.

Order an autopsy.

I reckon this one needs a second look.

Hey, what's up?

I think we have a case.

Where?

At my old school.

Our victim's name is Emma Byers,

19 years old, from Erie, New York.

She was an International Relations major

studying at Blackmore on a full academic scholarship.

Her body was pulled from the river on campus

with visible head trauma.

We're still waiting for the full autopsy.

Any indication of sexual assault?

Nothing obvious, but there were signs of struggle.

Local PD didn't mention that in the write-up.

The sergeant seemed reluctant to open an investigation.

Hmm. Is that par for the course around here?

The entire town relies on the university.

I doubt the school wants to get tangled up in a murder case.

Little late for that.

Home office has been fielding calls from parents all day.

There's a lot of American money in this town.

Tate's pulling CCTV from around town,

but it's a lot to look through.

Ah, the university has its own cameras as well.

But we'll need their cooperation

to access that footage without a subpoena.

OK, uh, did she have a boyfriend?

Was she dating anybody?

No boyfriend, at least according to her social media.

But Emma did have a roommate... an American.

OK, Vo, you and I will take the roommate interview.

Smitty, Raines, why don't you guys go talk to the Principal?

Chancellor. Whatever.

Smitty.

You good?

I didn't exactly leave Blackmore on the best of terms.

I can't imagine they'll be pleased to see me.

Good. Get 'em on the back foot.

All right, so what's the story?

Oh, you know.

Just the greatest embarrassment of my life.

Come on. I've seen you play pool.

That's got to be worse.

Well, I was accepted for pre-med on a full scholarship.

Really?

Dr. Garretson.

That was the idea.

It's a very prestigious program.

Ranks with Oxford and Cambridge.

So what happened?

Bad luck.

A warden found a bottle of gin in my room.

My friend left it behind.

The drinking age is 18,

but there's no alcohol allowed on campus.

I was expelled the same day.

Seems pretty harsh.

Maybe.

Maybe I should have been more careful.

It was a massive opportunity and I wasted it.

But it wasn't all bad.

I ended up at Manchester, fell in love with criminology.

I'm not sure Mum ever recovered, though.

Hey, their loss.

Really, it's such a pleasure to see you again, Megan.

I could hardly believe it when my secretary told me.

An agent with Europol... what an accomplishment.

Well, I'm surprised that you remember me.

Oh, I never forget a student.

Not one in 43 years.

Please, have a seat.

What can you tell us about Emma Byers?

Well, she was very talented.

The Burns Scholarship is our most prestigious award.

Her loss is a terrible tragedy.

We do warn students about the risk of excessive drinking,

but accidents do happen.

We're not so sure this was an accident.

Did Emma have trouble with any of her classmates?

Of course not. Nothing like that.

We hold our students to a very high standard.

That includes conduct both in and out of the classroom.

I'm familiar.

Even so, we'll need access to the campus CCTV.

I'm afraid I can't release footage of students

without permission.

The Board of Governors would riot.

You do know we're investigating

the murder of one of your students, right?

And you have my full support.

But you understand how these things go.

Bureaucracy.

There isn't much I can do without a court order.

We'll be in touch.

Really, it's such a relief to have you here, Megan.

I know we're in good hands with one of our own.

When was the last time you saw Emma last night?

Uh, it's around 9:00.

The rest of us went to the student union

and I tried to get her to come with us,

but she had that stupid club dinner.

What club?

The Covington Club.

They're supposed to be a secret society,

but everybody knows who they are.

They're pretty loud about it.

So they're like a frat?

Basically.

She joined this semester.

What made her want to join?

She didn't come from money.

And being a member of that club,

it opened a lot of doors.

And what would she do as a member of the club?

Drink, mostly.

From what we saw on Emma's social media,

she didn't seem like much of a party girl.

She wasn't.

Before this semester,

she never even got wasted, not even at Freshers.

Maybe she was trying to fit in with her new friends?

Yeah, I wouldn't call them friends.

Look, just because Emma was allowed to join

didn't mean those guys wanted her there.

I told her to quit a hundred times, but...

she said they didn't scare her.

Look, I gotta go to class.

The Covington Club.

Founded in 1413,

it's one of the UK's oldest secret societies.

This thing started before Columbus sailed?

The legacy is part of the appeal.

Past members include prime ministers,

top executives, even a handful of royals,

and until a recent amendment, only men.

- How recent? - 2013.

It took a few lawsuits

and dozens of petitions to make it happen.

I signed one of them 20 years ago.

But it looks like Emma was the first

to make it through their initiation process.

Did you ever come across these guys

when you were a student here?

Unfortunately.

Their reputation was much the same back then...

exclusive, impenetrable,

famous for their brand of black-tie debauchery.

They used to make prospective members

burn £50 notes in front of beggars.

Classy.

And there were nastier rumors as well.

Brutal initiations, physical abuse.

Couple of kids wound up in the hospital.

But no charges were ever filed.

The victims were always dismissed.

Emma's autopsy came back.

Rape kit was negative,

but she had multiple defensive wounds

and DNA under her fingernails.

Tate's running it through the database, but no matches yet.

Do we have an official cause of death?

A cerebral contusion caused by a blunt object

like a rock or a brick.

But there was no water in her lungs,

so she was dead before she went in.

Someone bashed her skull in

and then dumped her in the river.

So much for brotherhood.

Excuse the mess. Maid's in tomorrow.

Big night, huh?

Minor revelry, but we'll survive.

A Covington man knows his limits.

And what about Emma?

Did you know her limits?

Look, I know what you're implying.

But Emma's death is a tragedy.

We're all devastated by the loss of one of our own.

You got something to add?

Mm,

well, she wasn't exactly one of us, was she?

Only joined for her M-R-S degree,

if you catch my drift.

- Elaborate. - Please.

A girl with her background, an American...

she was husband-shopping, sizing up net worths,

figuring out who summers in St. Barths.

Sounds like you were looking for a reason to kick her out.

Membership is for life.

Most of us take that commitment seriously.

Maybe you figured you'd scare her off instead.

Prove that she'd never be one of the lads.

We did our bit.

We let her join, gave her the bloody pin.

Honestly, Harry.

That's enough.

What happened there?

Oh.

Courtesy of Dom P.

I, uh, got a bit carried away last night.

Emma was pretty banged up when we found her.

Seems like she put up a real fight.

Luckily, she scraped up some of her attacker's DNA.

Attacker?

We were told she fell.

Not according to the autopsy.

I think that's quite enough.

Mark Sterling, acting counsel for the Covington Club.

I'm afraid you won't be able to interview the boys any further.

You represent the whole club?

I do. I'm sure you understand.

We have to protect our interests.

We?

I was class of '06.

Believe we overlapped, Garretson.

Briefly.

We'll need a blood sample from all of the boys.

And we'd be happy to provide that with a warrant in hand.

If they weren't involved, DNA would only exonerate them.

Emma's death is tragic.

But these boys had nothing to do with it.

So then why do they need you?

Anything?

A few bar fights, some kids puking.

I've got one guy streaking down Market Street.

- But no Emma. - No.

Over half the square footage of the town

is university property.

Without those camera views, we just

don't have enough coverage.

Poor mother.

Can't imagine.

This was Emma's dream school.

Ever since she was little.

I thought she'd be happy here.

Wasn't she?

At first.

But there was some trouble last spring.

Emma called me crying in the middle of the night, and...

I figured it was the usual stuff.

Grades, friends.

When she came home that summer, she just wasn't herself.

She was moody and agitated.

Couldn't sleep, barely ate anything.

I don't know what happened to her,

but something happened.

Did Emma ever mention her involvement

with the Covington Club?

The rich kids' club?

She joined this semester.

She was there the night she died.

That doesn't make sense.

She couldn't stand those boys. She said they were all jerks.

Her roommate thought she might have joined

for the connections...

internships, that sort of thing.

Emma worked her ass off to get here.

She didn't want help or handouts.

She was a good kid.

A smart kid.

It was always just the two of us, and...

We were a really good team.

All right, what are you thinking?

Well, I think it's possible

that Emma may have been assaulted last spring.

Those behavior changes her mom described,

those are all textbook indicators of trauma.

Insomnia, appetite suppression, emotional outbursts...

those are very common with victims of sexual assault,

and I saw it all the time in SAPR.

There's no record of an assault in Emma's file.

And there's not much movement on local PD.

OK, go finish up with Jen.

I'm going go talk to the sergeant.

I'm getting really sick of this whole "company town" line.

Sergeant.

Pretty quiet around here.

You'd think a murder investigation

might shake things up a little.

Can I help you with something?

Yeah, I got some questions about the Emma Byers case.

Unless you forgot.

Look, I've done my bit.

We canvassed the whole town, set up a tip line.

Nothing's come up.

We have reason to believe

that she was assaulted last spring.

Did she make any kind of report?

Not officially.

Meaning what?

She came in last April to make her complaint.

Said something happened at a school event.

A formal report was never filed.

Most rape cases almost never make it to trial.

It's a long, painful process.

Best for everyone to avoid going down that road.

It's best for the rapist, you mean.

If you had taken her seriously, we'd be matching a rape kit

to the DNA that we found on her.

Look, all you've done since you got here

is dig up old bones.

How long have you been a cop?

- 32 years. - Got it.

When did you start phoning it in?

- Excuse me? - I've known guys like you.

You get comfy with the desk and the benefits

and you forget the reason that you signed up

in the first place.

I mean, where's the guy that gave a damn?

- Now, hang on. - No, you hold on!

What's the point of your badge

if you're not going to do something with it?

Why even do this job if not for a girl

that got brained and tossed in a river?

Oi!

This is my town, my community.

I look after my people.

Well, then prove it!

Sarge.

We just got a call in.

Hall warden found him doing the rounds.

They cut him down, but he was already gone.

Labs came back.

Harry, our DOA,

wasn't a match for the DNA under Emma's fingernails,

so he is not our killer.

But we know he was at the clubhouse the night Emma died.

Maybe he saw something he shouldn't have.

Amanda, you got something?

I've been looking through Harry's phone.

An hour before he died,

he received a text message with a video attached.

What kind of video?

It shows Harry in a compromising situation.

I'll spare you the details,

but it seems like he was coerced

into performing some explicit acts on camera.

- Got it. - It's blackmail.

Clubs like these create leverage

against their own members so that

when one of the lads makes it to 10 Downing Street,

the old pals can call in favors.

It's meant to be humiliating.

Public indecency, bobbing for dead rats...

all of it recorded for mutually assured destruction.

Sure, this makes for

a much more compelling bond than brotherhood.

Maybe Harry couldn't handle that hanging over his head.

Uh, Amanda, do you have any trace data from the sender?

Uh, yeah. It was sent on a burner phone.

We're working on it now.

OK, thanks.

All right, somebody pulled the lever to keep Harry quiet.

So what did he know?

Amanda.

I think I found something.

I was looking into Emma's student file.

A's across the board,

but there was a significant drop

in her performance last semester.

After the assault.

I found a confirmation email

for a Student Services appointment in her inbox,

but there's no official record of it in her file.

The report was erased by an administrator.

Oh, so someone at the university

is covering for the club.

Can you pull the administrator's IP address?

Sending it to you now.

- FBI, step aside. - Oh.

What's going on?

Excuse me, what... what do you think you're doing?

Megan.

This is highly unprofessional.

You had two students die within a week.

I wouldn't be talking about job performance.

This is a tragedy. We are all in mourning.

You can go mourn in the hallway.

This office is now under investigation.

We'll need access to all university records

and CCTV coverage, as well as your personal computer.

That's a breach of privacy.

Lady, this is an FBI raid. You can either step out,

or I can escort you out in handcuffs.

You pick.

Anything yet?

Well, the original report of Emma's assault was deleted,

but I was able to find the cached file on the hard drive.

Emma reported her assault to Student Services

the day after it happened.

She was drugged at the Covington charity ball,

and then assaulted by a boy from the club.

The school has a mandatory reporting system.

This complaint would have gone directly to the chancellor.

Price deleted the record and any mention of the club.

You think money changed hands?

No, it wouldn't need to be that crude.

These boys come from very wealthy families.

Their names are on research labs and libraries.

And Price wouldn't want to risk insulting a benefactor,

so she buried it.

Hmm.

Something else?

Another file Price accessed.

About Emma?

About you, back when you were a student.

Who's Matilde Hoffman?

She was a friend of mine.

Well, at least...

she was until she nicked a pair of 3-carat solitaire earrings

from a girl in our halls.

She tried to blame it on the cleaner,

so I reported her, but nothing came of it.

According to this, her dad was on the Board of Governors.

He had a direct line into Price's office.

Sounds like he wasn't too happy about his kid

being called a thief.

Hmm.

The gin bottle and the room inspection...

What?

The whole thing was a setup.

No.

My friend left the bottle in my room.

It...

it was an accident.

Smitty.

It was planted.

They got me kicked out.

I went over it in my head a million times,

wondering how I could have been so careless.

Of course nobody thought twice,

because I was just some scholarship kid.

I won't let the same thing happen to Emma.

All right, so we've got Emma crossing campus at 1:46 a.m.

- That gives us a timeline. - OK, let it play through.

I didn't get their faces.

Check the library.

Hmm.

Harry.

Makes sense why somebody wanted to keep him quiet.

Amanda.

I found something in Emma's laptop.

She had an encrypted file

buried behind some TLS protocols.

It looks like she was

collecting the club's dirty laundry...

misused charity funds,

initiation rituals, property destruction.

There's enough in here to bring charges against

every boy in that club.

That's why she joined.

Nobody took her assault seriously,

so she decided to get her own justice.

She was trying to take 'em down from the inside.

It's hard to believe places like this still exist.

Oh, it's really not all it's cracked up to be.

Maybe not, but I went to Cal State LA.

It's a lot of cement, razor wire.

I got a good education, but it did not look like this.

Andre told me about what happened.

You holdin' up OK?

Honestly, I'm...

I'm not sure.

This whole case feels like a bad memory.

I know things might not have worked out

the way you wanted them to.

This team's lucky to have you.

Cheers, Wes.

We have got to get these guys.

- For Emma. - Mm.

For me.

I am sick of these pricks acting like they run things.

Maybe you're not the only one.

You want backup?

No, I got it.

Sergeant.

You know, you've got a lot of nerve.

I don't need some American tosser

coming here telling me how to do my job.

My team found this in one of the bins

near the school where they were canvassing.

Don't you say I never gave you nothin'.

Alistair.

You know I won't speak to you without a lawyer.

Sure, no problem. When you see him,

why don't you tell him about the two consecutive life sentences

you're going to get when all of this lands on you?

Excuse me?

That look familiar?

- No. - No?

You bought it in town with your credit card, idiot.

It's a shame the Covington Club

didn't teach you to cover your ass.

Harry killed himself because of that video you sent.

That's manslaughter.

You add that on top of conspiracy,

you're going away for a long while.

I don't think you have the stomach for hard time.

Is there something you want to tell us?

Not here.

Talk. Now.

Keep your hands out of your pockets.

Harry was panicking.

He was going to snitch about Emma.

I couldn't let him bring the entire club down

just because he grew a conscience.

So you decided to threaten him?

I sent the video.

They have one on me, on all of us.

It was just supposed to be a reminder

of how the brotherhood works.

Fraternitas fidelis.

Secrets are our legacy.

Harry took his to the grave.

What happened the night Emma was killed?

I don't know exactly.

I was completely blotto. We all were.

- But I heard them arguing. - Who?

Emma and James. He tried to make a pass at her.

Emma turned him down, and James...

well, he said it didn't matter.

Since he'd already had a go.

She got upset, called him a rapist,

and said she'd make him pay for what he did.

Make us all pay.

James killed Emma to keep her quiet.

I didn't see what happened.

Emma stormed out.

James and Harry went after her.

I assumed they were going to calm her down.

When they came back...

Harry was shaken up.

And James had blood on his hands.

FBI, open up!

We have a warrant!

- Break it down. - Right.

Stay right there!

- What... - Come on. Up.

Fine, fine.

All right? We have a warrant.

What's all this?

James Haylett raped Emma Byers last April,

then killed her to cover it up.

We have testimony that places him at the scene of her murder.

I believe that is called hearsay.

It's enough for a warrant.

Something tells me James's blood is gonna match

the DNA we pulled off Emma's body.

James isn't here.

Where is he?

Elsewhere.

You bastard.

Always late to the party, aren't you, Garretson?

You know, that warrant gives us access

to every one of these boys' computers.

That blackmail cache goes back a few decades.

I wonder what they have on you.

A jet left a private airstrip in Luton an hour ago.

It's registered to George Haylett.

James's father.

Well, safe bet James is on that flight.

- Where are they going? - Moscow.

We lost him.

Right now, they're somewhere over the Netherlands

three hours from the Russian border.

Do we have any intel on the father?

George Haylett.

He was formerly an executive at Barclays,

but he moved into private equity,

where he deals primarily with oligarch assets in the UK.

Most of the dirty money in the UK comes from Russia.

It's how the capital earned the nickname "Londongrad."

With his father's contacts,

James will be set for the rest of his life.

We could divert the plane.

It's a private charter. We have no governance over it.

Any aircraft is required to divert

if they come under a threat.

And are you planning on threatening it?

Maybe a little.

Look, Amanda could generate

an air traffic control transmission

notifying the jet of a red-level threat.

Wes, we would be risking pissing off a major ally.

And if the UK chafes against the FBI overstepping,

they could prosecute on James's behalf.

We can't wait for D.C. to dick us around on this.

The second the jet crosses Russian airspace,

James is gone for good.

The jet just entered German airspace.

I can mask the transmission to make it look like

it's coming from a nearby control tower.

Ready to transmit.

Standing by for approval.

I'm not starting an international incident

unless you're on board.

Do it.

I knew I'd rub off on you. OK.

Amanda, patch it through.

Tango-Foxtrot-Romeo,

we have received notice of a red-level threat

aboard your aircraft.

The recommendation is to divert.

Tango-Foxtrot-Romeo.

Roger, Tower. Diversion confirmed.

OK, what's the nearest airport?

Rostock in Germany.

Do we have a team that can intercept?

I think I know someone.

Who the hell are you?

Katrin Jaeger, Europol.

You hijacked my bloody plane.

There was a security threat.

Like hell there was.

I assure you, there will be a full investigation.

In the meantime, we'll be taking your son into custody.

Ana Mathieu! I'm from the BVA office.

This isn't an immigration issue.

- Who called you? - I did.

I'm here to escort James Haylett

to his new residence.

Haylett is wanted for questioning

by both Europol and the FBI.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

James is a German citizen.

I have his temporary passport here.

We have a problem.

It looks like George Haylett has friends in Berlin.

He managed to get James a German passport.

In two hours?

Germany has an Investment for Citizenship program.

Wealthy foreigners can purchase property

in exchange for a passport.

Haylett must have pulled some strings

once he realized the diversion was intentional.

It was a nice plan while it lasted.

Everything appears to be in order.

As I said.

Europol still has the right to detain a foreign national.

Perhaps, but you won't be taking him anywhere.

According to Article 16 of German Basic Law,

citizens are protected against foreign extradition requests...

I have an office in Berlin.

We can conduct our interview there.

No extradition necessary.

You may submit a formal request to our agency

with the proper documentation.

But for the time being, James is protected here.

You can tell your friends with the FBI

that they've been outplayed.

You said Haylett's money came from Russia?

- Almost certainly. - Can we prove that?

If he's in bed with oligarchs, then...

He's in violation of sanctions.

Any funds issued from a Russian state bank

are subject to seizure... we can freeze his assets.

OK, this is good. Andre, call Amanda.

Have her give us a full rundown on Haylett.

If he so much as took a shot of Stoli, I want to know.

On it.

- All right. - OK, hold on.

Even if we know that Haylett is managing dirty money,

it could take weeks to get an AFO.

There's a judge in Battersea who owes me a favor.

I think it's time to call that in.

Done.

Haylett's financial services company is called LJG Global.

They've got an office in Chelsea.

Pull the LUDs and client lists.

Looks like a bunch of shell companies.

And he's shuffling,

so there's no way to know where the money originates.

Well, we can find out where it's going.

If Haylett is investing on behalf of his clients,

we can find a record of those transactions.

And stock exchange filings are required to disclose

the company's ultimate benefit owners.

Got him.

Amanda just sent over Haylett's client list.

Ha, that's a lot of Vlads and Igors.

Smitty, how's the AFO coming?

Still working on it.

Cam, call the BVA.

Tell them to get ready to kill the deal

the second that order comes through.

Let's go.

It appears there's been a discrepancy

in the property purchase.

What kind of discrepancy?

A lack of funds.

That's not possible.

You will have 60 days to contest the ruling.

But for the time being, citizenship has been nullified.

And what does that mean?

It means that your son cannot be protected under German law.

And he is under arrest for the murder of Emma Byers.

Just a moment!

Sir, I have two sets of cuffs.

Dad. Dad!

No, no, get away from me, please.

Get away from me! I didn't do anything!

Dad, help!

It's not fair. I didn't do anything.

Help!

Dad, help!

Katrin.

Please tell me you have good news.

We have James Haylett in custody.

I owe you. Again.

Next time you're in Budapest, drinks are on me.

I am down for it, Smitty.

Take care.

It was Jaeger, right? With a J?

I'll have your job for this!

Auf Wiedersehen.

Really, this is absurd.

If you would just allow me to speak

to the Board of Governors...

You can call them from the station.

One for the road.

♪ Abide with me ♪

♪ Fast falls the eventide ♪

♪ The darkness deepens ♪

♪ Lord, with me abide ♪

♪ Swift to its close ♪

♪ Ebbs out life's little day ♪

♪ Earth's joys grow dim ♪

♪ Its glories pass away ♪

♪ Change and decay ♪

♪ In all around I see ♪

♪ O Thou who changest not ♪

♪ Abide with me ♪

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