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No!

Oh, my God! Oh, God! No! Please!

- Shh! Enough! - Ah! No, please!

- Just behave! - No!

Damn it!

Ow!

What the hell, Alice? Oh.

Damn it, Josh!

Stay in character! - Well, I'm sorry!

I just didn't expect you to get so rough!

Is my nose bleeding?

- Ugh, no, it is not bleeding. - Damn it.

It's definitely gonna bruise.

I have to present to clients on Monday.

- This was a stupid idea. Let's just forget it.

- No, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I've got this. Let me try again.

I'm gonna ravage you.

Gross.

Well, I'm sorry.

Do not apologize.

It came from Susan's house.

Call 911. - Josh, no.

Let the cops handle it.

Just stay here, okay?

Susan?

Susan!

Are you all right?

If there's anybody in here,

cops are on the way!

Susan Granwell, dead in the kitchen.

Must have been a pretty big donor for the mayor

to ask you all to step in.

- They were old friends. What do we know?

Neighbors heard a commotion around 11:00 p.m.

One of them came to check on Susan,

found her bleeding out on the ground, already deceased.

Preliminary cause of death is blunt force trauma to the head.

Looks like she got hit with that cast iron.

Okay, we'll have it sent to the lab for further processing.

Whose firearm is that?

Registered to the victim,

but CSU didn't recover any shell casings.

So she wasn't able to fire it off before she got hit.

That skillet's a weapon of opportunity,

so it's not premeditated murder.

What, a robbery gone wrong?

She confronted them with a gun,

they retaliated by grabbing a cast iron?

Maybe.

Nice house, lots of valuables.

Doesn't feel like a break-in.

Only disturbance was in here.

Windows and doors were intact. Alarm didn't go.

Whoever did this either had access to the house,

or she let them in.

Looks like a crime of passion.

I have a feeling Susan Granwell knew her killer.

All right, folks, last night, Susan Granwell

was attacked and killed in her home,

a $12 million historically preserved home in Fieldston.

Susan was a major donor and confidant of the mayor.

He would like her killer brought to justice immediately.

Right, hey, have we notified the family yet?

No... her son Bobby is in Tokyo with his grandparents,

and because of the time change,

we haven't been able to reach them.

But by the time I have to look this boy in the eyes

and tell him his mother is gone,

I would like to have some real answers for him.

Our team's initial assessment was that

this looks like a crime of passion,

so let's talk about Susan Granwell and anyone

in her life who could have snapped and killed her.

Right, well, Susan grew up

an Upper East Side socialite, old money.

Now she's a hotelier by way of marriage.

Her late husband, Alex, founded a chain of boutique hotels

called the Granwell Hotels.

They have locations across the country.

Yeah, Sam and I stayed at a Granwell once.

They had a pillow menu.

Well, that's not all they got.

Turns out Granwell Hotels is knee-deep

in a serious labor dispute.

Maintenance and hospitality workers

have been on strike for the past three months

with no end in sight.

They claim Susan is trying to starve them out.

The protests have been peaceful,

but it's getting nasty.

Nasty enough to attack Susan in her own home?

She thought so.

Susan filed a police report last week

after a brick was thrown through her front window.

She blamed her disgruntled employees,

but the cops weren't able to ID a suspect.

So the brick was to scare her into returning

to the negotiating table.

When that didn't work, maybe they amped up the intimidation,

and it got out of hand.

Who's running this union?

That would be Jeremy Payton,

career labor organizer,

known for running campaigns of intimidation.

He has threatened multiple times

to burn down Granwell properties.

Not the type to catch flies with honey, huh?

Definitely not.

Granwell sent their goons to rough me up, to silence me.

We're not scared of you!

You hear that, Susan?

You should be scared of us!

Well, he might be a charmer, but if it walks like a motive

and talks like a motive...

Well, forensics might back it up.

Yeah?

Report from the crime scene just landed,

and Jeremy's fingerprints were found all over it.

- Mm. - Low lipid oxidation

in the residue suggests his prints were recent.

- What about the murder weapon? - Wiped clean.

No fingerprints there.

Well, nice try, Jeremy.

The man was there.

Let's bring him in.

Granwell, Granwell, you can't hide!

We can see your greedy side!

Granwell, Granwell, you can't hide!

We can see your greedy side! - Back up, scabs!

Nobody's getting through this picket line!

Get out of here! Boo!

Scab!

Scab!

- Excuse me. FBI. Excuse us.

Jeremy Payton, how you doing? FBI.

Why don't we take the temperature down a little bit?

Law enforcement protecting the corporate fat cats again!

Why am I not surprised?

No. No, wait.

That's not what's happening here, okay?

Look, Mr. Payton, we have a few questions for you,

so why don't you come with us?

Obstructing a federal agent is a crime, fellas.

So move. Now.

Oh, you don't tell them what to do, sweetheart.

Sweetheart?

Okay, yeah, no, that's not gonna work.

Let's go.

You two, step aside, or you're coming.

Let's go. Hands behind your back.

See? You see what they're doing to us?

Don't let these jackboots take away your voices!

Union strong!

Union strong!

Union strong!

Union strong!

You hear that, Susan?

You should be scared...

From the moment I saw you guys,

I knew that this was what it was about.

That's not what you were screaming

at your union brethren about.

You wanted them to believe that we were there

to shut down your picket.

I saw an opportunity to keep my people angry,

energized, and I took it.

Sure, it was theater,

but so was this.

Nothing I said on that video was real.

So Granwell Hotels never sent you

their people to beat you up?

Not physically, but you know,

they've been beating us down for long enough.

Jeremy, please, stop.

All right? That's enough.

Did you fake these injuries,

file a false police report

blaming Susan Granwell's private security?

You gotta give them an enemy to keep them motivated.

So yeah, I had a couple of my boys rough me up.

Blamed it all on management.

Sounds like a felony.

Well, it worked.

Momentum's on our side now.

So if Susan Granwell is losing,

why'd you pay her a visit?

Your fingerprints, they're all over Susan's home.

Doorknobs, kitchen counters.

Question is, are we gonna find them on Susan's body?

Hold up, her body?

- You killed her. - Wait, I...

Beat her to death and then fled, did you not?

- Whoa... what are you talking about?

No, no, no, no, no, I didn't...

What? No.

No, no, Susie.

That's my Susie.

Your Susie?

- I didn't do this. I would never.

I mean, we... we couldn't come out publicly,

but we were in love.

This woman was your sworn enemy.

You trash talked her daily.

For show.

From the second we met at negotiations, I felt a spark.

We... we were the same, stubborn.

We wanted big things, you know?

We just chose different paths.

But that didn't stop the fates from bringing us together.

It's a good story, but you know,

you've also proven that you're a good actor.

It's not acting.

Prove it.

I proposed. How about that?

With my nan's heirloom ring.

You can check the pics on my cell phone.

There's proof there.

I didn't do this!

I...

Hey. Take a look at that.

Happy family.

Doesn't mean he's innocent, though.

No, but his alibi does.

The JOC confirmed via security cams

that Jeremy was at the union office

at the time of the murder.

Well, he's also claiming that

the two of them were engaged,

so that would explain his fingerprints

all over Susan's house.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, but that engagement ring,

that seems to be missing.

Hmm.

So what, you're saying that this

could be a robbery after all,

and Susan was killed over a ring?

It's possible, right?

Oh, yeah.

I looked into vintage rings like this for Nina,

and a rock like that from the '20s, good clarity,

thing would go for 750K easy.

- Thanks, Elise. Well, you win,

but by "Price is Right" rules,

Jeremy's insurance policy puts the ring's value at 800K.

Okay, yeah, someone might kill over that.

- Yeah, for sure. - Okay, but Jeremy said

that only the people in this photo

knew about the engagement.

Well, that's not entirely true.

Someone took this picture.

All right, so according to Jeremy Payton,

Bobby's private math tutor took this photo, which means,

if true, this tutor is the only other person we know

knew our victim had an $800,000 ring.

- Which is now missing. - Right.

And Jeremy also said the tutor

had a key to Susan's home.

So that is means, that is opportunity,

and that's me hoping you figure out who this tutor is.

Lucas Williams, 18,

lives in Corona with his dad, Frank,

and younger sister, Faith.

Okay, Ian, you wanna get up on his phone?

- On it. - Any criminal history?

- Not even a parking ticket. - He's an impressive kid.

Was up for the Miller-Dier Prize

in High School Computing last year.

He's an honor student at the Augustus School in Manhattan.

Yeah, a Corona kid at a private fancy school uptown.

Full ride, need-based scholarship.

Looks like Dad's been unemployed

for a couple years.

Maybe he was sick of being the poor kid

at the country club school.

Right, saw an opportunity for a payday,

but then Susan caught him.

And, I mean, yeah, maybe.

Could be my bias 'cause he's my son's age,

but I'm having a hard time believing

this kid is our killer. We need to talk to him.

How we doing, Ian? - His phone is dark,

not just off.

Lucas must have taken out the battery.

He's savvy. - Oh.

So he could be trying to not be found.

Hey, uh, Augusta School counselor said

Lucas didn't show up today.

And his dad isn't answering.

All right, let's get a team to Lucas Williams's house.

Straight ahead.

It's open.

Bedroom's clear.

OA, I got a body.

Is it Lucas?

It's Frank Williams.

You think Lucas did all this?

Killed his father?

If he did, it's his second murder of the day.

Hey.

Do we have any BOLO hits on Lucas Williams yet?

Uh, no, no, but Elise is working on bringing

his sister, Faith, in.

See if he knows what her brother's up to.

Someone has to.

I mean, 18, no criminal record,

full ride at a great school.

I mean, seemingly happy family.

Maybe I get killing Granwell for the ring.

Yeah, I don't know.

Why does a kid like this go that far for cash?

And then go kill his father.

Wait, Ian just sent an ME prelim over,

and it puts Frank's time of death

at approximately 28 hours ago.

Okay, meaning Lucas's father was killed

before Susan Granwell.

Maybe Lucas, he kills his dad, and then he...

he needs cash to go on the run.

It's a theory.

I don't know, there's just

something big we're missing here.

Hey, did you track down the sister?

Not exactly.

Spoke to Faith's school admin.

She didn't come in today.

We pinged her phone to the family home.

She left it behind.

You're saying Faith Williams appears to be missing?

All right, put out an Amber Alert.

Look, we don't know if Faith is an accomplice

or a hostage yet, but if she's with Lucas, she's in danger.

Okay, we got a BOLO hit on Lucas.

NYPD foot patrol lost him on West Broadway and Prince.

A lot of high-end consignment stores down there.

Grab Maggie and OA.

We're on it.

Scola and Eva checked the other two shops.

No sign of Lucas.

Okay.

Excuse me. FBI.

We're looking for this kid.

He might have been with his sister.

Have you seen him?

Surely have, but he was alone.

Had a gorgeous '20s vintage piece,

incredible setting.

The clarity on it?

But he couldn't explain the provenance.

I don't deal with creatively sourced items,

if you catch my drift.

- No, we get it. You operate above board.

So how did the conversation end?

I told him he'd have better luck at the tawdry pawn shop

down the street.

You just missed him.

Thank you.

- Maggie, there he is. - Got him.

- Hey! - He made us.

In pursuit of our suspect, heading south on Mercer

towards Spring.

Please, no.

Lucas, you're under arrest for the murder

of Susan Granwell and Frank Williams.

- Got the ring. - Please don't do this.

They took my sister. I was just trying to save her.

They're gonna kill her.

- Come on. - No, no!

Please! Don't do this!

They're gonna kill her!

Who... who took your sister?

I don't know who they are, but I stole from them,

and they know, and they're gonna kill her!

- Okay, all right, stop. Back up. What'd you steal?

Okay, there is this crypto phishing scam.

I saw it on Reddit.

Idea is, y-you send fake transfer links

to a ton of people.

Like, "click here to secure your crypto account"

sort of thing.

And, um, if someone clicks on one,

then all the crypto from their digital wallet

gets drained into yours.

- What are you doing, man? You're a bright kid.

You got a scholarship. This was not a smart move.

Hey, I know this is my fault, okay?

I know.

But the phishing scam was anonymous.

I don't know how they found me. - Well, they did,

so why would you do this?

I was desperate.

My dad got laid off a couple years ago.

He hasn't been able to find work since.

We were gonna lose our house.

Our heat kept getting shut off! We needed help!

All right, well, how much help did you need?

Because it must have been a lot for these people

to come after your family.

I got a couple small bites, you know,

100 bucks here or there.

But then I got one big hit.

How much?

315,000 in Bitcoin.

I paid off our mortgage, caught up on all the bills.

I still had, like, 17K left over.

- Okay. Okay. - I thought I was saving us!

Yeah, well, okay.

So whoever you stole from, they found you.

When I got home from school yesterday,

my sister was gone,

and my dad...

They left a phone in my dad's hand,

and it had a text message.

It said I had to transfer the Bitcoin that I stole

into their wallet by 5:00 p.m. today,

or they were going to kill my sister.

Your sister gets kidnapped by these unknown people

you robbed, and you didn't have enough money left over

to pay them back, so that's why you went to Susan Granwell's?

I remembered that I had a key.

Right, easy access to a house full of valuables,

and stealing worked once.

But why did you kill Susan...

She wasn't supposed to be home, okay?

I was just gonna grab stuff that she wouldn't miss.

But she was there, and... and I tried to sneak out.

But it was dark, and I tripped,

and she found me, and she... she had a gun!

All I could think is, she's gonna shoot me,

and then my sister is gonna die.

So... so I panicked.

I panicked, and I hit her.

- You killed her. - I didn't mean to.

I didn't.

You still took the ring.

Yes.

To save my sister.

Please.

You gotta find her.

Please.

All right, folks, listen up.

This is Faith Williams, Lucas's 15-year-old sister,

and if we believe his story, Faith is in real danger.

Can we confirm she's being held for ransom?

We found the burner phone in Lucas's bag.

There was a ransom text. - Okay.

We should believe this is real.

Okay, so "Lucas Williams, we know who you are.

"We know what you did.

"Send the money you stole to the following wallet address

"by 5:00 p.m. tomorrow,

or your sister dies." Right.

That QR code does correspond to a Bitcoin wallet.

Well, that only gives us a few hours

to find these kidnappers and save this girl.

I'm guessing we cannot track the phone

that sent the ransom texts? - Correct.

Kidnappers must be using another burner.

All right, all right,

so let's just respond to the message.

Just open up the line of communication.

All right, start the negotiations,

and get proof of life.

That's what we're looking for here.

Let's see if we can smoke these guys out.

What? No luck?

Phone's off, or they're in a spot with no signal.

Either way, they won't see our message

until their phone's back online.

Right, okay, so what about the wallet address?

Can we track that? - Tried, but it's brand new.

No activity to exploit.

But I can track the wallet Lucas initially robbed.

I am assuming they are owned by the same person.

So if I can trace that wallet's IP address,

cross-reference it with other public data...

bingo! - Yeah?

The wallet Lucas phished is affiliated

with an exchange account

registered to a Novarin Systems.

- Novarin Systems. What kind of company is that?

Officially, IT consulting, but according

to an ongoing RICO investigation,

Novarin Systems is also a suspected front

for the New York clan of Bratva.

You're kidding.

This kid accidentally stole from the Russian mob.

In an absolutely banner stroke of bad luck,

18-year-old Lucas Williams unknowingly stole $315,000

from Bratva, the Russian mob.

How did they even know Lucas was stealing from them?

Yeah, that's... that's nagging at me too.

We're just getting into it, so...

We just arrested the boss

of the New York clan six months ago.

Do we know who is in charge now?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, Elise, how we doing on that?

Uh, yeah, Organized Crime believe the new head

of the New York clan of Bratva to be this man,

54 years old, named...

Andrei Ovechkin?

How long has he been in New York?

Immigration says three months.

I'm guessing you've heard of him?

You could say that.

All right, so, uh,

you remember my old man

used to work for the State Department, right?

Right.

So he was stationed in Moscow

for a couple years when I was 12.

I went to the international school over there.

You wanna take a wild guess who my best friend was?

Oof.

You were only in Moscow for two years.

- Yeah. Yeah, but you know,

Andrei was, you know...

he was like a brother.

Even after my family moved back to the States,

you know, we talked as much as we could.

We had a whole plan, you know.

He was gonna move here. He was gonna stay with me.

We were gonna open up a...

Private investigator business,

you know, get answers

for people left behind in the system.

I smuggled a VHS tape of "Chinatown" into Moscow,

and we used to watch it all the time.

I kind of had a thing for '70s noir.

You still in contact with him?

No, I haven't talked to him since I was 20.

The Soviet Union collapsed.

You know, it was chaos.

He went dark.

Eventually, I found out he had joined Bratva to survive.

But his name hasn't popped up in years.

I figured, you know, he had been killed

with the trajectory he was on.

Seems he got his stars instead.

Well, his tenure as boss will be short-lived.

I want a full-scale raid on his base of operations.

We'll force his hand to give up the girl.

Respectfully, obviously, Bratva is good for this.

But with Andrei,

if they sent him here from Moscow,

he means something to the organization,

and the powers that be are watching, and he knows that.

All the more reason for him to make a statement.

No one steals from Bratva on Andrei Ovechkin's watch.

I don't know, my gut is just telling me

that's not how he'd handle this.

You know, it's sloppy, and he's anything but sloppy.

Jubal, an innocent girl's life is on the line here.

We've gotta have more than just your gut.

Are you sure you can be objective here?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. No, no, no.

No, my historical knowledge of Andrei isn't a blind spot.

If anything, it's an asset.

Okay.

How do you feel about paying an old friend a visit?

Hi, I'm here to speak with Andrei.

He's not taking visitors.

That's not how we treat our friends, is it, Mitya?

Jubal Valentine.

All right.

Or I should say, Assistant Special Agent in Charge, hmm?

- Oh, okay. Yeah. So you looked me up.

I... I'd be surprised if you had recognized me that fast.

Your Russian accent is also memorable.

Okay.

Come.

We have much to discuss.

Yeah.

No clothes, no weapons, no wires.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd say you don't trust me, Andrei.

The boy I knew,

the one who referred to the rules as suggestions,

him, I trusted with my life.

You disappeared on me, man.

What happened, right?

Jubal,

please.

I'm not so naive to think this is a social call.

Yeah. Well, you're right.

Did your men abduct a 15-year-old girl

named Faith Williams yesterday?

We did not.

I know about the stolen crypto wallet

that belonged to the Bratva front.

And you guys have no sympathy for thieves.

So I am speaking to the FBI,

not my old friend.

We both made choices.

Yeah, we were out some Bitcoin,

but I don't play games for small prices.

315K, that's not nothing.

To us? Please.

And look at the trouble it's caused between the FBI,

the online exposure.

Online exposure?

Bratva's shame is now public.

Everyone know that boy stole from us.

His name, his address, the amount...

it's all posted online.

So this kid made a fool of you,

and you knew exactly who he was and where you could find him.

Jubal, anyone knows how much cash that boy is sitting on.

Why would I do that?

I knew it's gonna be open season on the boy.

Andrei was telling you the truth.

The forum is called Protect the Block,

referring to the block chain.

So Lucas Williams was doxxed on this forum.

He was.

The site tracks suspicious crypto transactions...

anonymously, but I am working on ID'ing them.

And Cyber Crimes had no idea about this forum?

We don't have the manpower.

Crypto theft is the Wild West of cybercrime.

Fitting 'cause whoever runs this forum

claims to be a white hat hacker.

But this hacker, he, what, deputized himself?

He thinks they're on the side of justice.

Yes, if they suspect someone has stolen Bitcoin

from another wallet, they expose the thief.

Tagline of the forum is, "Actions have consequences."

Right, a-and they flagged Lucas Williams's scam,

posted his address, photos, all that.

And the exact amount that he stole.

Okay.

Well, that's an "X marks the spot"

for any criminal who wants to grab 315,000 in stolen crypto.

And anyone with an internet connection can see it.

I guess that's what Andrei meant

when he said it's open season.

I just unmasked our white hat...

Whitney Kabialis, software developer here in the city.

She might know more.

I did nothing wrong.

Doxxing isn't even a crime.

That kid stole the money.

I just caught him before you did.

No, Whitney, what you did

was set off a chain of criminal events

that led to two people being murdered,

including the abduction of an innocent girl.

Faith Williams is 15.

She had nothing to do with this,

and now her life is being ransomed

for some stolen Bitcoin, all thanks to your forum.

- I hope you find the girl. I really do.

But I am not responsible for what nutjobs do with my posts.

Legally, that is not true.

You will be charged with accessory to murder,

kidnapping, endangerment of a minor.

What is it that you always say?

"Actions have consequences"?

- Now a good time? - It's perfect.

Whitney here was just about to offer

her full cooperation, right?

Yeah. I'll help.

Terrific.

Meet FBI intelligence analyst Ian Lim.

He's the one who cracked your forum security

and identified you. - Shadow proxy?

Been trying to narrow down who might have seen your post

with Lucas Williams' information,

but your site wipes all incoming IP addresses.

- Yeah, volatile logging. There is no backup.

You must have the kidnappers' wallet address, right?

Yes, it was included in the ransom.

You should be able to ID them from the previous transactions.

New wallet, never been used.

So they know what they're doing.

What haven't I tried?

We have no other way to track or even communicate with them.

This girl's life depends on it.

Sending crypto is the only real way

to elicit wallet activity.

Wait, I...

sorry, I'm trying to keep up here.

It sounds like you're saying the only way

to trace back to the kidnappers

is to actually send the Bitcoin.

Unless...

we drop something else in their wallet.

All right, I know I'm still out here carrying cash,

but I think I understand enough about crypto

to know you can't send a text to a wallet address, right?

- Correct. You can only send crypto.

But I can create a new digital coin

that we can send to the kidnappers' wallet.

What, you can just create a new cryptocurrency?

- Anyone can. It takes five minutes.

You're out here printing money, bro.

Yeah, not really.

It'll be valueless.

Just need it to get the kidnappers' attention.

May I present...

Huh, "Proof of Life First" Coin.

Very smart.

The coin is the message,

and hopefully this will get them to turn on their burner.

Exactly.

As soon as this coin appears in the kidnappers' wallet,

it'll tell them that Lucas is only willing

to pay the ransom if they prove that his sister

is still alive.

They turn on their burner to send proof.

So send it.

Kidnappers must have seen Ian's "Proof of Life" Coin

and turned their burners back on.

Just in time.

It looks like they are about to respond.

Okay, here we go.

Lucas, please give them the money.

They said they're gonna kill me

if you don't give them the money.

Okay, time stamp on that news clip

is from one minute ago.

Turn that station on.

Is that... yeah.

- Yeah, that's live. We can still save this girl.

Okay, so where are they holding her?

The burner that they're using doesn't have GPS services on,

and they stripped all location metadata from the video.

She's in a pretty nondescript room.

Hang on.

That structure

is a round masonry heater.

Uh, that kind of brick design with a small firebox,

that's really unusual.

It's German style,

circa 1900 to 1915.

You're up on 20th century masonry now, Moran?

I helped my uncle renovate a building one summer.

Would you let the man cook?

Most owners ripped these out by the '90s

because of the city's updated Air Pollution Control Code,

but the ones that didn't need to file permits.

Elise. - Yeah.

There can't be many of those things left.

Searching Department of Buildings records for Section...

- 21. - 21 masonry permits,

filtering by year and style.

Okay. And then there were four left.

Yeah, we'll split the team.

We'll narrow it down on the ground.

Okay, SWAT's still a few minutes out.

Maggie and OA cleared the other two buildings.

So you've got a 50/50 shot with this one.

Just proceed with caution.

We're in the right place.

Confirmed, Jubal, this is where Faith was being held.

Copy that.

- It's almost time. We gotta go.

- All right, I count two... armed.

Any eyes on Faith? - Negative.

We gotta confirm that Faith is on site.

Copy. Going right.

Go, go, go.

- Got him? - Go!

OpCen, two male suspects fleeing north on DuPont,

black Dodge Challenger. Couldn't get a plate.

Put out a BOLO now.

So... so two kidnappers got away.

One was killed.

What about Lucas Williams's sister?

No, Eva and Scola swept the property.

She was not there.

So we don't know if she's alive or dead.

No, but we're digging into the perp

that our team took down. How we doing, Elise?

Yep, Simon Brumel, 20 years old.

No gang affiliation, just minor drug possession,

assault charges for a couple bar fights.

It's a big leap from drunk and disorderly

to murder and kidnapping. - Got something.

Simon wasn't affiliated, but looks like his father was.

He's Bratva?

Why are you sweating, man?

We'll be there.

- You lied to me. - Go to another room.

Faith Williams' kidnappers, they... they work for you.

You really thought I wouldn't figure it out?

You're not that slick.

Do not mistake our history

for permission to disrespect me.

I'm starting to question our history altogether.

What are you doing, man? She is a child.

I did not order this.

- No? We ID'd one of the kidnappers.

The name Brumel ring any bells?

Brumel's boy does not work for me.

None of those kids do.

I heard whispers about these kids,

they're trying to make a reputation, to get noticed.

Well, they did, just not so much how they hoped.

And I found out only after you came here.

I don't know where they're holding the girl.

Prove it.

Help me save her.

Thank you.

Thank you, Robin.

You want some?

Still eating like a 14-year-old, I see.

Old habits, I know.

It'll be the death of me.

Trust, Jubal.

I asked these kids to meet.

They'll come to me.

Andrei's intel helped us identify these two men

as our kidnappers...

Nikita Kharkov and Ilia Marinov.

They're practically kids.

If they spook and they don't show up, we have nothing.

Having a face-to-face with Andrei means something.

If they're trying to move up, this is their chance

to impress the boss.

They think recovering Andrei's 300K

will make them invaluable to Bratva.

Okay, Jubal's wire is hot.

He and Andrei are gonna get them to incriminate themselves,

then we will arrest them and use that information

to see if we can get Faith Williams' location.

Andrei could have something planned here.

Are we sure we trust him?

No.

Oh, showtime.

Hey, Jubal, we have a car pulling up now.

Is it the black Dodge we last saw the suspects driving?

No, it's a green BMW.

Okay, we got a problem.

Nikita's the only one that showed up.

That means that Ilia might be with Faith

at a different location.

I think it's gonna put her in danger

if we arrest Nikita here.

What I think you should do is get Nikita

to say the location where they're holding Faith.

And whatever you do, make sure that Nikita

and Ilia don't speak.

Here he comes.

Mm. Mm-hmm. Da. Da.

You wanted my attention.

You have it.

We figured out who robbed you.

Did I ask you to do that?

Do I know you at all?

No.

But I know you.

I could be an asset to you.

Make sure no one steals from you ever again.

So where's my money?

I'll have it in...

90 seconds.

How... how much?

All of it.

315,000 in Bitcoin.

Is it me, or are you also feeling a little doubtful here?

I mean, why is this... why is he so confident

that the money's gonna come through?

I'm the accountant. Okay?

He is part of Bratva, unlike you.

Answer his question.

We're not stupid, okay?

We have the sister as collateral.

You don't get your money by 5:00 p.m., we kill her.

Okay, well, I hate to break it to you, but it's 5:00 p.m.,

so where is it?

I see no money.

We'll show the thief we're serious.

Ilia will finish the job. - No, no, no.

No, no, stop, stop, stop, stop.

You kill that girl, my boss doesn't

get his money, all right?

You need to tell us where she is.

Hey, I said stop.

You need to tell us where the girl is right now.

- Let go of me! I can handle this, okay?

Enough.

Tell me where the girl is before your stupidity

brings us all down.

The real men will clean up your mess.

You're gonna wanna check how you talk to me, old man.

I'll be running Bratva one day.

Kid...

you will never be a part of my organization.

Damn it.

- FBI. - Let me see. Let me see.

We need a medic in here!

- It's over, Nikita. - Get off me!

Where is Faith Williams?

Huh?

You better pray that that girl is still alive.

Where is she, Nikita? Tell me!

Maggie, Ilia is two blocks north in the Dodge Challenger.

He has Faith.

Copy. We're on our way.

Don't shoot.

She's in the trunk.

I could skip a round.

Okay, well, don't miss.

FBI! Drop your weapon!

Go. Go, go.

I got him.

Hey, Faith.

You're okay.

Hey.

Where's Lucas?

Where's my brother?

I want my brother.

- We've got him, Faith. He's safe.

Come on.

- Is he okay? - He's okay.

Such a tragedy, right?

Kid just made one bad choice after another.

He was just trying to save his family.

- Dad is dead. He's going to prison.

That girl is gonna end up in foster care.

I wish this one had a happier ending.

Yeah, me too.

They are both still young.

You know, with early parole

and the right support system,

maybe it's not too late

for Lucas to make different choices.

I'd like to believe that.

Yeah.

Some things never change, Jubal.

I can hear you thinking from in here.

I couldn't tell if you were awake.

I am glad you're gonna be okay.

It'll take more than this to bring me down.

Today was almost like the old days.

That's your idea of a good time, huh?

Well, speaking of the old days,

I brought you something.

Remember our little side business in Moscow?

Stealing pastila from the school comms

and selling it to the rich kids at twice the price.

It was a nice little scheme, huh?

Yeah.

We were always a good team.

Yeah, we were.

How long are you gonna be in New York for, you think?

I'm sure someone in your office can answer that for you.

It's not too late.

I know... I know it wouldn't be

exactly how we planned, but...

I could help you actually

get out.

You have to work with me. We can make it happen.

I know what you're saying.

I, too, am happy to see you again, Jubal.

But...

Next time we meet,

I do not expect it will be as friends.

Get well soon, Andrei.