All language subtitles for FBI s08e05 Falsetto.eng

- She's gotta see this.

Hey, Liza,
view's better from the edge.

- It's literally just
Lower Manhattan, Dad.

- [laughs]
She's right, you know.

How's this supposed
to impress her

when she's had breakfast on
a catamaran outside Istanbul?

- What's next?

You two gonna give
the skyline 3 1/2 stars?

[laughter]

Where's Liza?

Liza?
- Liza, honey.

Where are you?
- Liza!

- Liza!
- Liza!

- Liza!
- Sweetie, Liza!

- Liza! Honey!

- Liza.

[tense music]

Liza!

- Where are you? Liza!

- Over here.
- Liza! Liza.

You gotta tell us before
you run off like that.

- I was just taking
a selfie with the bridge.

What's the big deal?

- Okay, let's just go
find your dad.

Alvin, I found her.

[people gasping]

- Oh, my God.

- Alvin?

Alvin!
[screams]

Oh, my God, Alvin!

Alvin! Alvin!

?

- Hey, no Scola today?

- Visiting Nina's family
in Texas.

- All right,
just us ladies, then.

OA's on a medical follow-up.
Doctor's orders.

- Wait, if that's the case,
give it to me straight.

How am I doing?
- Now?

- Yeah.

- Okay, I think
you're solid, Eva.

That being said, you stand
in your own way sometimes.

And when I say that, I mean
that you treat the victim

and the suspect
exactly the same.

Your suspicion is on high.

In my experience,

you're gonna get
more information

if you can build some trust.

- Noted.

- All right.

Detective Williams.
- Special Agent Bell.

- Hi, I'm Special Agent Ramos.

- Hey, good to meet you.

Well, we appreciate the help.

This little patch of
the city had never seen

a violent crime until today.

[siren wailing]

- Who's the victim?

- Name's Alvin Quincy.

He was just out taking
a walk with his fam.

- Robbery?
- Unlikely.

Vic still had his phone,
wallet, and keys.

We're running facial rec
on the cams, but truth be told,

if someone just stowed
the knife in a coat pocket,

kept their head down,
it'd be hard to point him out.

- Hey, Mosbach,
what do you know?

- Four stab wounds to the back,
punctured liver.

It's likely a 3-inch blade.

Now, it's small,
but still deadly

if you know what you're doing.

- It's easy to conceal.
- Yeah.

- Can we figure out
the height of the attacker

based on the bottom angle
of the stab wound?

- It's likely the killer is on
the shorter side, maybe 5'6".

- Well,
it's obviously personal,

being stabbed multiple times
in the back in broad daylight.

- Where's the victim's family?

- Follow me.

- I think Liza's in shock.

She keeps looking at the selfie

she took with Alvin
this morning.

Hasn't said a word
since it happened.

[somber music]

She hadn't seen him
in two months, and now-

- Two months?
- He traveled for work.

He'd take us with him
when he could.

Summer in the South of France,
spring break in Mexico City.

- What line of work?

- He had a charter business-

boats, planes, helicopters
if a client needed one.

- Was that stressful, dealing
with that type of clientele?

- Alvin never let it
get to him.

I mean, almost.

- Almost?

- Last week, he told me
he had to drop a big client.

I think the guy scared him.

He used to charter boats,
mega-yacht kind of boats.

- Do you know
what happened there?

- He didn't wanna talk
about it,

but he seemed disturbed.

- Can you give us
the name of the client?

- Alvin valued
his client's privacy.

He didn't give me a name.

- You're scared for your
daughter and for yourself.

That's completely
understandable.

We wanna keep you safe,
but we can't do that

unless you help us
figure this out.

Please, what is
the name of the client?

?

- All right, folks,
so we have a name.

One of our victim,
Alvin Quincy's former

luxury yacht clients,
T�mas Delgado.

What do we know about him?

- Delgado is 46, an American
of Venezuelan descent.

I looked into
his real estate holdings;

says here he resides in Miami,
but he also owns homes

in New York and LA.

- So how did Delgado
get all this money?

- He owns a trucking company.

- Trucking, huh?

- IRS returns puts his revenue
in the tens of millions.

- All right, so we need
to figure out

why Alvin Quincy dropped him.

- He was being overcharged.
- Talk to me.

- I'm in Alvin Quincy's
finances right now.

He was charging Delgado a 50%
premium over his other clients

to rent out these mega-yachts.

- But is it enough
to stab someone to death?

It seems like overkill, right?

- Jubal?
- Yeah.

- Got something.
- Okay.

- Starting to make sense now.

Turns out T�mas Delgado
was a person of interest

back in 2017 on
Operation Caravan.

- Should I remember that one?

- It was an ATF investigation.

- That's right,
a six-month op looking into

gang-affiliated
Venezuelan gun smugglers,

specifically Sangre de Sol.

They're known for moving
weapons from Florida up I-95,

the Iron Pipeline,

to sell in more restrictive
states like New York.

- How were they connected
to Delgado?

- The Miami ATF office
suspected Delgado

of overseeing the logistics
of the whole operation.

But Delgado has gone off
of ATF's radar lately.

- Okay, well, what if
he didn't stop smuggling?

What if he just got smarter?

That's how he intersects
with Alvin Quincy.

I mean, this guy rents
a lot of these boats.

- So maybe Delgado got off
the highway and into the ocean,

started using chartered yachts
to smuggle the guns.

- Well, if that's true,
what if Delgado was

overpaying for these boats
with some kind of kickback?

- Which would mean Alvin Quincy
was in on the smuggling

the whole time until
he dropped Delgado,

cutting off
the smuggling route,

which is motive, right?

Delgado could have killed him
out of revenge

or just to tie off a loose end.

All right, so how do we find
this Delgado fellow?

- He bought into
a boxing gym in Brooklyn.

It's his current
base of operations.

- Get our team there right now.

Oh, and ATF,
tell your guys we're going in.

[suspenseful music]

[energetic hip-hop music]

?

- FBI.

We're looking
for a T�mas Delgado.

Where is he?

?

- [whistles]

- Cuff him. Eva.

[suspenseful music]

?

[gunfire]

- Get down, get down!

- Let's flank them.
- You lead.

- Tell me when you're clear.

- Clear.
- Move.

?

[gunfire]

T�mas Delgado,
you're under arrest.

- My client has nothing to say,
all right?

Because my client
had nothing to do

with Alvin Quincy's murder.

Now, if you're going fishing,

you might wanna try
a different pond.

- We found two crates of AK-47s
in your client's boxing gym,

at which point he started
firing at federal agents.

Ramos?

- Those guns that we recovered
from Bud's Boxing Gym?

A gun from that same shipment

was used in a liquor store
robbery in the South Bronx

three months ago.

A 15-year-old kid, shot dead
by one of those stray bullets.

Possession of those guns
is a felony.

So you're looking at
a felony murder right there.

But wait, it gets worse.

Life without parole,
especially once a jury

hears how three days after
Alvin Quincy cuts you off

from chartering his boats
to run these guns,

you had him stabbed to death
in broad daylight, didn't you?

Who stabbed Alvin Quincy?

I'd recommend your client
give us a name

and start talking.

See what that's worth to us.

- Okay.

This hit wasn't done by me
or anyone from Sangre de Sol.

- Then who did it come from?
- Hell if I know.

Your people probably know
more than I do.

Seems this guy had his hands
in a whole lot of mess.

- What makes you say that?

- He was being tailed
by one of your people.

- Not possible.

- He got spooked. Cut me off.

Said he couldn't
afford trouble.

- I'm telling you, it wasn't us
who was tailing him.

- Well, you might wanna
double check

because someone was
up his ass for real.

?

Alvin caught them on camera.

- All right, so this is
the marina security.

Yeah, there is a mystery woman
that is tailing Alvin Quincy.

Can you-

- Image is too profile
for facial rec.

- All right, well,
we've checked with

all the agencies, ATF, HSI.

- Yeah, I queried
our federal databases

for any active operations.
Came back with nothing.

I don't think
she's law enforcement.

- Hey, Quincy's daughter Liza
had selfies on her phone

taken right before the murder.
Check this out.

- Am I supposed to be
seeing our stalker?

- Hang on, hang on.
I'll hit the live feature.

- Okay, yeah.

All right, that's enough
for facial rec, right?

- Yeah, it's a hit
to Interpol's database.

Wait.
- What?

- Look at this.

- Okay, says our suspect
is Salma Bakari,

Tanzanian national,
no criminal record.

Does that say what
I think it says?

- Yeah,
according to Interpol,

she has been dead
for three years.

[tense music]

- For three years,
Salma Bakari is a living ghost,

and then she pops up here,
back from the dead,

to kill Alvin Quincy.

- So what's the connection
between Quincy and Salma?

- Well, as far as we can tell,
there is none.

Quincy has never
been to Zanzibar,

and Salma never left it
until she disappeared

ten years ago.

Local PD out there declared
her dead after seven years.

- Okay, so Salma found a way
to live off of the grid

and slip through the system.

Did facial rec get
a match to any of the names?

- Yeah, so she entered
the country via JFK

last month on
a British passport.

Diya Merchant
was the name she used.

No visa, but she would
have had to fill out

an address on her DS160 form.

- Oh, I'll call DHS
and get you an address.

- So the DHS form says
that the apartment

is right up there,
but the only resident

listed is Katie Corbett.
- Can I see a picture?

- Mm-hmm.

Oh, look, she's right there.

- Outfit of the day.

It's giving "Material Girl."

If you don't know, Google it.

- Katie, FBI.

We have a few questions
for you.

[phone beeps]

- Do you recognize this woman?

- Yeah, she said her name
was Diya,

but I guess it's Salma?

She's been subletting
my extra room,

but I haven't seen her in days.

- Did she say
where she was going?

- No, she's really quiet.

We really only talked
when she was paying rent.

- How does she pay?

- Well, um, in diamonds.

- She gave you that necklace?

- Yeah, I've taken alternative
forms of payment before.

I just-this was new.

- How did you two meet?
- Well, on socials.

I posted looking
for a subletter.

- We need to see
those messages.

- Weird, um, it looks like
she deleted her account.

- Unfortunately, we're gonna
have to take that necklace.

- But this is vintage Buzzelli.

- It's also evidence, sweetie.
Take it off.

- Did you end up finding
anything on Salma's account?

- Salma AKA Diya
deleted her account,

but no social company
ever truly deletes a profile,

even at the user's request.

They just unpublish it,

and they keep
the data to resell.

- But of course they do.
So this is an unpublished page.

Wait, how'd you get it?

- I subpoenaed
their legal department.

- Oh.

- Okay, there is a number tied
to Salma's original account.

It is a British number.

And it is active.
- Oh, wait.

This is Salma's phone.

- Pinging in the
Lower East Side and moving.

[tense music]

?

- Salma's phone
is pinging here.

- Well, I don't see
anything on my side.

What about you?
- No.

- Yeah, we still got her.

She's just north of you,
maybe, what?

- 25 yards.

- Yeah, 25 yards,
and she's moving west.

?

- We're not seeing her
on the street.

- I'm looking at the GPS.

Now she's 20 yards
west of you.

- West? No, there's no way.

We're being duped.
- I know.

- Okay, you're right on top
of her right now.

- Oh, hold on.

Maybe she's in there?

Hey, Jubal, we found a door.

We're gonna go inside
the building.

- All right, copy.
- Ready?

- Yeah.

?

- Jubal,
what's her location now?

- Uh, she's about 30 yards
southwest of you,

and she seems to
have stopped moving.

- ? Forget about me

? Don't, don't, don't, don't

? Don't you forget about me

? Will you stand above me?

? Look my way
and never love me ?

? Rain keeps falling
down, down, down ?

? Don't you forget about me

- Thank you. Turn to your left.

No, not my left, your left.

Next.

Excuse me.
This is a private event.

- Special Agent Bell,
this is Special Agent Ramos.

We're looking for this woman.
Have you seen her?

- I'm sorry, no.

- We have reason to believe
that she's here right now.

- No, that's impossible.

- Get down.

[gunshots]

- Stay with her.
- Got it.

Shots fired.
We need a medic now.

?

- Hey.

I got eyes on her,
second floor.

Salma!

?

- Salma ditched her phone,
but I'm hoping

Ian can recover it.

- A deadly singing competition,
I just don't get it.

- Yeah.

I think she recognized
the photo of Salma

before she was killed.

The answers are here somewhere.

What's your name?
- I'm Mirabel Kemp.

- Okay, Mirabel,

you mind telling us
what's happening here today?

- Um, it's like an audition.

- I'm sorry.
Is that a question?

- Well, no, but like,
I was approached

by a friend of a friend.

She's kind of sketch,
but, like, whatever.

It sounded cool.

And there's some rich guy,
and he's coming to the city,

and he likes to party.

So he was looking for girls
with, you know, like-

- A certain look?

- Yeah.

- And he wanted you to sing?

- And dance.
It's a real job.

It's like crazy money.

If he picks you,
you go on some insane yacht,

like ten days,

maybe more if he
really, really likes you.

And you don't have
to have sex with him.

Only if you want to.

- Well, they told you
that at your audition?

- Yeah, Traci did.

That's her name,
or it's what she said.

She, like, arranges the girls.

[suspenseful music]

?

Am I in trouble?

- No, you're not.

But you would have been
if you got on that boat.

You know this woman?

She shot Traci.

Have you seen her before today?

- No, sorry.

- Okay, thank you.

- Do you think-

um, could I get
my passport back?

- They took your passport?

- Well, yeah,
when we got here,

just in case we left
the country on the yacht.

- Sit tight.

We'll get your passport back.

- All right, folks,
so Ian is working

on repairing Salma's phone.

Let's send him good thoughts.

In the meantime, talk to me
about this victim Salma shot.

- Her name is Traci Mori,
Japanese national.

According to Interpol,
she's wanted

in both Japan and Australia
for sex trafficking.

- Maggie said this woman
was a host for some sort

of audition process.

- Yeah, they were scantily clad
and singing, like in a pageant.

These women didn't know it,

but I think they were
auditioning for the chance

to be sex trafficked.

- Well, usually,
targets of sex trafficking

are leaving domestic
violence situations

or the welfare system.
This is different.

They are luring these girls
out into the open

with this talent show ruse.

I have never seen anything
this elaborate.

- Right,
so an operation like this

would need resources,
a network.

We know Traci
handled recruiting.

How might Alvin Quincy fit in?

- Charter service leased yachts
and jets all over the world.

- He enabled traffickers
to move the girls more easily.

Luxury charters
can slip through immigration

in ways that
international airports can't.

- Okay, we've been combing
through Traci's socials

and I think we found a link.

Look, Traci Mori, Alvin Quincy

photographed together
on Quincy's yacht.

This is off the coast
of Malta last year.

- Okay, okay, so this is
one giant operation.

These people
make women disappear.

Salma disappeared
ten years ago.

She's going after
the people who abducted her.

- She took out the man
who transported the girls

and the woman
who recruited them.

But as far as we know,
the real offender

behind all of this
is still out there.

- If there is
just one offender.

Their operation spans
the entire globe.

- Whether it's one offender
or a conspiracy,

they're trafficking
American women on U.S. soil,

and they expect
to get away with it.

We need to shut them down.
[phone buzzes]

All right, Ian got
into Salma's phone.

- There wasn't
a lot left to restore,

but I was able to
extract enough info

to get into the numbers portal.

Salma was only in regular
contact with one number.

Last message from there
was this afternoon

from someone named Fatimah.

She only sent an address,
the address of the theater

that Salma attacked today.

- Fatimah must be some source
within the trafficking network.

That's how Salma has been able
to pull all this off.

- Co-conspirator, so if you
can't track down Salma,

maybe you can locate
this Fatimah.

- Yeah, on it.

[computer chimes]

- Wait, is that-

- Fatimah just sent Salma
a new message.

This is happening in real time.

- The Oxford Hotel, suite 250.

- Sending Maggie and Eva now.
Good work, Ian.

- Sir. Wait, look at this.

- Yeah?

- A read receipt.

- That's not us.

Salma must be accessing
these messages remotely.

- Salma is headed
to the Oxford right now.

She's moving on
to her next target.

- Sending SWAT as backup.

[tense music]

?

- I was trying to save them.

?

- So we ID'd the victim who was
in the hotel room with you.

Fatimah Bandara from Sri Lanka.

And ballistics
confirmed that your gun

was not used to kill her.

Do you know who did it?

Okay.

How do you know Fatimah?

- She was helping me.

He must have found out
and punished her.

- Who is he?

We can find him, Salma,
if you give us a name.

- You don't understand.

The man you're looking for
is untouchable.

And he will face
no consequences

if you try to arrest him.

- Okay, what I don't understand

is why you won't give us
a name.

You are protecting him.

You told us that you wanna save
these women,

that you wanna help them,
and we're giving you

that chance right now.

- You saw what happened
to Fatimah.

If he sees you coming,
he will just kill them

before you can save them.

- She's not gonna talk to us.

I guess it's hard to trust us

when we're charging her
with murder.

- Yeah, well, she hasn't asked
for a lawyer or a deal either.

- You know, maybe we're going
about this the wrong way.

She's gonna be guarded, right,
no matter what angle we play?

And if she won't talk to us...

Yeah, Kelly, I need
your help with something.

Hey.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

Salma, there's something
I think

that you should look at.

- Salma.

- [gasps softly]

Mama?
- Salma.

- Oh, God.

- Oh, God, it's really you.

- Oh, Salma.

My daughter.

- Daughter.

Oh, my God.

- Are you okay?

- I'm okay.

- I can't believe it.

- I'm okay, Papa.

?

- I promise, Papa.

- We thought you were dead.
- I know.

- Oh, my God.

- Nice pivot, Ramos,

reconnecting her
with her parents.

- It's like you said-

sometimes you have to
build trust.

- Thank you.

- Will you talk to us?

Okay, start at the beginning.

Tell us everything you know.

- You saw what they do.

They find attractive women
who can sing.

They steal our passports

and ship us off quietly
on some yacht

no one's paying attention to.

And then we are forced
into his harem.

- I'm sorry, did you say harem?

- What else would you call
a group of enslaved women

whose purpose is
to service the whims

and desires of one
rich and powerful man,

singing and dancing?

[ominous music]

And as the night goes on,
there are...

other responsibilities.

?

- How did you escape?

- I built relationships
with the guards

until I found the right one
susceptible to bribery.

Had to work him over
for six months

before I traded a Birkin bag
to let me slip out.

- And it was Fatimah who
was feeding you information

from inside the harem?

- We planned it together.

I smuggled a phone to her,

but we couldn't get to him
at home,

so we waited until he traveled.

- To New York.

Is his harem here, now?

- He never goes anywhere
without his favorite toys.

- Salma, think about
all those girls

that you can help reunite
with their parents.

Trust us.

Tell us who he is.

?

- It's...

Crown Prince Ahmed Nayan.

?

- Isobel.

- Anna.

Were you just
in the neighborhood?

Or did the State Department
send you down

here to complicate my day?

- We need to make
some smart choices.

- Fill me in.

- Crown Prince Ahmed Nayan
is first in line

of succession to the throne.

His father, Emir Khaled Nayan,
has cancer.

It's not public knowledge yet,
but it's serious.

He's gonna be stepping down
any day now.

- Which means the crown prince
is next in line to be the emir.

- The crown prince
is a corrupt hedonist

who shouldn't be
allowed anywhere

near a state government.

His younger sister,
on the other hand,

Princess Aisha, she's studying
political science at Harvard.

She's smart.

She's got her head on straight,
an ideal leader

who just missed thanks
to the rules of succession.

- Your agenda is showing, Anna.
- We're in the optics game.

Any act of aggression
toward Arab royalty

would ruffle feathers.

- The Prince has no
diplomatic immunity here.

He's just a guy on vacation
in New York.

The FBI has every right
to arrest him.

- Isobel, this is delicate.

It would embarrass the entire
League of Arab States.

We helped unite them.

We don't wanna give them
a reason to unite against us.

- Anna.

- However, if the
International Criminal Court

brought a case against him,
the U.S. wouldn't have

to put their thumb on
the political scale.

We could remain neutral.

- An ICC case? Is that a joke?

Those charges are toothless,
and you know it.

Most countries
don't even enforce them.

It's not gonna solve
a damn thing.

- It's not a magic solution,
but it's the best

we're gonna be able
to do at present.

- I cannot ask my team to look
the other way when that man

murdered a woman on our soil.

- Most likely, his security
team did that murder.

And they should be
brought to justice.

The FBI can and should arrest
every last one of them.

The crown prince will be
indicted on ICC charges

of crimes against humanity,
unlawful deportation,

transfer, and confinement.

You have my word,
so long as you'll permit me

to accompany your team
so I can serve the summons.

- Well, we have
to find him first.

- All right, so listen up.

The only thing
we have permission to do

is serve an ICC summons
to Prince Ahmed Nayan.

Regardless, he fled
the Oxford Hotel before

we had a chance
to intercept him.

Right? So where are we?

- Well, the Prince's harem
was spotted exiting the hotel

shortly after
he had Fatimah killed,

accompanied by armed guards.

- So where are they now?

- The caravan drove off
at 4:31 p.m.,

but we lost them heading east
on the LIE.

- FAA, any flights out of
MacArthur in the time since?

No.

HSI, any mega-yachts break
for international waters?

That means they are
still on Long Island.

- Right, so the question is,
where do you hide a prince,

his security detail, and a
12-woman harem on Long Island?

- We've been digging
through royal tabloids.

It seems the prince
inherited his father's taste

for high-priced living.

It is rumored that
he has estates in Paris,

London, Tokyo, and New York.

Except that they aren't in
his name, nor his companies.

- A guy like that would have
a straw man, right,

someone to handle his assets
and shield him from lawsuits?

You find that straw man,
you'll find the whole gang.

- Yeah, boss, here's something.

- What? He's an F1 fan?

- No, no, he's an F1 owner.

The man standing next to the
prince is named Arman Aden.

He's a London-based
asset manager.

He handles
the family's holdings.

And although the F1 team
is in Arman Aden's name-

- It's really Prince Nayan's.

All right, so what local assets
are under Arman Aden's name?

- How about a 21-bedroom estate
on the outskirts

of Sands Point, which you
can get to from Manhattan?

- Heading east on the LIE.

[suspenseful music]

?

- The FBI's count is
ten members of the Emiri Guard,

possibly more.

Assume all are armed,

and if they engage with us,
we will respond.

- I wanna remind everyone
that there are

12 women inside this house,

and our first priority
is to rescue them.

- Be advised,
Prince Nayan is off limits.

When we're secure,
I will personally hand

the prince the ICC summons.

- I want you to remain
in the vehicle

until this mission is over.

- Absolutely not.

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- I cannot stress this enough.

You need to stay
in my back pocket.

Alpha team, move with me.

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[suspenseful music]

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- [grunts]

- We're gonna
get you to safety.

Where are the other girls?

- Upstairs on the mezzanine.

- Okay, go with them.

Eva, the other girls
are on the mezzanine level.

We're coming to you now.

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[keypad beeping]

- Maggie, Bravo is coming in
from the roof.

- [grunts]

- [whispering]
Oh, my God.

That's the FBI.

- Shh. Come on.

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[gunshot]

- We're going dynamic.
Push.

[gunfire]

- Everybody, get down.

[gunfire, screaming]

- You're telling me
we can't go for the prince?

- The FBI kills him,
that'll start a war.

- You're not
authorized to fight.

Stay here.

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[gunshot]

[gunshot]

- [grunts]

- Come on, come on, let's go.

Everybody out. Hurry up.

Come on, move.
Come on, grab them.

- Wait, what about Lulu?
You have to get her.

The prince took her upstairs.

- You gotta go.

- Eva, with me.

Continue the evacuation.
We're going to the third floor.

- Copy that.

- [screams]

[gunfire]

- FBI. It's over.

Drop your weapon.
- I don't answer to you.

- As long as you got her,
we're authorized to shoot.

Do it. Drop the gun now.

- Who's in charge here?

- U.S. government.

This is an International
Criminal Court summons.

You're being charged
with Article 7,

crimes against humanity,
unlawful deportation,

transfer, and confinement.

- The charges aren't worth
the paper they're printed on.

- I don't know.

This is pretty fancy paper.

- Then serve it.
Changes nothing.

- [gasps]

- It's all right.

- If you could have harmed me,
you would have done so by now.

- Stop talking,
put down your weapon,

and show me your hands.

- By the time my family
finishes with you-

[gunshot]

[tense music]

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- Come out. Show me your hands.

Slowly come towards me.

Give me the gun.

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- He's dead.

- Are you sure?

- Would you like
to check yourself?

- Maybe next time.

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- Of course. Yes.

Thank you, sir.

- Hi, you wanted to see me?
- Yeah.

Come on in.

You know, the young woman
from the harem,

the one who killed
Crown Prince Nayan?

She will be extradited
to Andorra following her plea

to the U.S. District Court.

- Makes sense.
It's her home country.

- Yeah, I just spoke to
the Justice Department there.

They understand her plea.

And the courts
will be lenient on her.

- That's great to hear.

Thanks for the update.

- Hang on.

There's just one thing
I can't square up in my mind.

- Shoot.

- Where did she get
her hands on a gun?

SWAT cleared every room,
confiscated every weapon.

- It was a big house.

- The gun was a Glock 19,

standard issue service weapon
for the CIA.

- And available for purchase
at any local gun store.

- Mm-hmm.

Well,
with the crown prince dead,

his younger sister is next
in line for the throne.

But weren't you
the one who said

she would be
the ideal successor?

[soft dramatic music]

- Sometimes, things just happen
to work out for everyone.

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- Hey, Salma.

We wanted to tell you that
Prince Nayan will no longer

be hurting any more women.

He's been killed.

- And my friends?

- They're free.

And they're gonna be
supported as they're safely

returned to their families.

- Thank you.

- Salma, I should inform you
that the AUSA

will be proceeding with charges
for the murders

that you carried out.

We tried to explain
the circumstances,

but you should know that
the charges are serious.

[somber music]

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- I understand.

I knew what I was doing.

My only regret is that
I couldn't act faster.

If I had, Fatimah
would still be alive.

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- Eva, what's wrong?

- Why do I feel like
we used her,

and now we're just
throwing her to the wolves?

- That's the risk
of building trust.

And it's upsetting.

And I know you wanna do more.

Sometimes we can't.

Come on.

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[tense music]

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[wolf howls]

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