All language subtitles for FBI.S02E14.Me

- ♪ You hear the boom,
all you suckers better duck ♪

♪ Rich, rich World Cup,
you better bet on us ♪

♪ I put my shorty first
when I pen a verse ♪

♪ Love at first sight
or was it just a curse? ♪

- ♪ That man is fine,
many fine, yeah ♪

♪ So fine,
that's why he's mine, yeah ♪

♪ Real cute like Idris Elba

♪ So smooth
like Ghost from "Power" ♪

♪ I don't mind,
no, I don't mind, yeah ♪

- What's up, girl?
You feel like dancing?

- Not really, but thanks.

- Maya, I know what's up.
So maybe you and I can...

- ♪ I feel free as a bird

- Oh, yeah, sis.
- Mm.

- ♪ Flyin' around in the blue

♪ As long as, baby

♪ As long as I got--

[screams]

[gasping]

[crying]

[ominous music]

♪

[gasping]

No!
[sobs]

[gasping stops]

[tense music]

♪

- We're not gonna take any
official disciplinary action,

but I thought it was worth
bringing to your attention.

He was making a joke
at another student's expense.

- Thank you,
and like I said before,

I'm sorry this happened.

- Yeah, yeah, me, too.
Of course.

- Benign bullying
is still a serious issue

and a breach
of our code of conduct.

- No, totally.
I completely agree with that.

So we'll talk to Tyler,

and we will make sure that
this never happens again, okay?

- Thank you so much.

- Thank you, thank you.
- Thank you very much.

When I was a kid,
you get in a fight,

the teacher's like,
"Say you're sorry, shake hands."

Now they convene a grand jury
for cracking jokes.

Hey.
- Dad, don't be mad.

I was just laughing
at Cooper's joke.

I wasn't trying to be mean.
I swear.

But Lila got mad,

thought I was the one
making fun of her.

Her teeth aren't even that big.

- It's okay.
We're not mad at you, sweetie.

- Yeah, no, stuff like this
happens sometimes.

But just so your mom and I
are clear,

you didn't actually
crack the joke, right?

Cooper did?

Okay.

Well, look, it's not
that big of a deal,

but I guess it's never bad
to be reminded

that we need to be aware
of our actions.

The things we say and do,
they have consequences.

So even though you didn't
mean to upset Lila,

and you didn't actually
tell the joke,

you still need to apologize.

Can you do that?

- Yeah.
- Don't worry about it.

Have a good day.
- Kay.

- See you after school.
- Bye.

- Bye.

- Hey, actually,
I gotta say...

I'm proud of you.
- Why?

- For not ratting out Cooper.

Shows character.

[soft dramatic music]

[school bell rings]
- [softly] Are you kidding?

-We got two dead bodies.
No witnesses, no video.

Female vic was struck several
times in the face and head.

Abrasions, some swelling.

Looks like
she was choked to death.

♪

- She got a name?

- Right now, it's Jane Doe.
No ID, no phone, no nothing.

But this guy
is a different story.

- And that's why we're here.

- One to the head.
Nine millimeter.

We sent the shell casing
over to the lab.

Running it
through the database now.

♪

- All right, so Scott Conway--

Assistant U.S. Attorney
of the Southern District,

married, two kids, played
football for Boston College,

graduated
from Harvard Law School.

Been with the Office six years.
One of us.

So let's do him right.

First question is, was this
random street violence,

or a planned attack?

Second, was Scott Conway
and the female DOA

connected in any way,

or was one of them in the wrong
place at the wrong time?

The canvas is blank, people.

So let's dig in,
add some color.

Start with Conway.

Track his movements
prior to the murders.

Dig into his case files--
any problems, threats.

And while we're at it,

let's find a new name
for Jane Doe, shall we?

Go to work.
How we doing?

- Yeah, I ran her
through facial rec.

No hits.

- All right, well,
let's start monitoring

Missing Persons report.

Hopefully,
somebody realizes she's missing

and calls the NYPD.

You guys want to hit the M.E.,
see if the killer left any DNA?

- Yeah.
- Great.

So head down
to the Southern District.

Start looking into Conway--
his life, his cases.

- Hey, there are a lot
of eyes on this.

- Figured.

- Yeah, only 13 prosecutors

in the last 100 years
have been murdered,

so we gotta close
this case fast.

- Sounds good.

- Hey, I'm sorry.

- It's nice to see you again,
Maggie.

- Yeah, you too.

- I wish it was under
different circumstances.

- I take it you
and Scott were close.

- Yeah, yeah, we started here
at the same time.

We shared an office
for two years.

Wait, has anyone
contacted Allison yet?

- Yeah,
she's on her way to Worcester,

dropping the kids off
at the parents' house.

- Okay, good.
[sighs]

- Mona, was there anything
unusual going on

in Scott's life?

I mean, any financial problems
or personal issues?

- Not that I'm aware of.

He was a pretty straight-laced
guy, worked hard,

loved his wife, his kids.

- What about the cases
he was working on?

Anything particularly
dangerous?

- No.

No, he was in
the White Collar Division--

fraud, insider trading.

Those guys aren't known
for being too violent.

But let me introduce you
to Shelby, his assistant.

She'll give you access
to his files and his emails.

- Okay.

- We were just living our lives
and then some detective calls

and says your husband's
just been shot and killed.

- Thank you.

- Sorry you're going
through this.

But if it's okay,

we'd like to ask you
a few questions.

Were you and Scott
having any problems?

Financial, marital?

- No, nothing like that.

- Ma'am, your husband's body

was found about 20 feet
from another body.

- What?
Two people were killed?

I didn't know.

The police
just told me about Scott.

Who was he with?
- A woman.

We haven't been able
to identify her.

Maybe you can
take a look at a photo.

It's pretty disturbing, so...

- No, I don't know her.

She looks very young.

- Yeah.
We're guessing she's about 20.

- So wait, Scott and this woman
were together?

- Their bodies were found in
close proximity to one another.

That's all we really know
at this point.

- Are you saying my husband

was having an affair
with this woman?

- No.
Absolutely not.

- We're just
presenting the facts,

trying to understand
what happened.

Thank you.

Just one more thing.

Where were you last night
around 11:00?

- Home with my children.

- Gotta be honest.

I feel like you're getting
ahead of the case.

- Excuse me?
- We don't know if Conway

and Jane Doe
even knew each other,

let alone slept together.

- I'm aware of that.

- Well, then why are you
making it sound like

he was having an affair?

- I just presented the facts.

- Well, you could've
presented them

with a little more finesse.

- Not my thing.
Sorry.

We're investigators,
not marriage counselors.

- Conway's wife
didn't know Jane Doe.

Had no idea why her husband
was with her last night.

- Her alibi checked out, too.

She was home from 6:25 p.m.
until 7:04 a.m.

So there's no need to chase
the jealous wife theory.

- Right, okay.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

- A woman just filed a missing
persons report on her daughter.

Female, black, 19 years old,

5'8", 125 pounds.

Her name's Maya Depriest.

- Yeah, yeah.
That sure looks like her to me.

All right, eyes up.

Looks like we found a name
for our Jane Doe.

Maya Depriest.
- What do we know about her?

- Well,
she lives in Brownsville.

No priors.

Father, Lawrence,
was killed in 2013.

Mother, Christina,
was incarcerated in 2014

for cocaine distribution--
released two months ago,

and currently
living in Mount Vernon.

Something wrong?
- Uh, no.

No, just thinking about
the poor mother.

That's a lot of tragedy
for one person to handle.

- Hey, I just got something.
- Yeah.

- Just ran Maya's photo
through a reverse face search,

got a hit on a website called,
"Entice Escorts."

- Okay, so she's an escort.

Start digging.
See if there's a nexus.

In the meantime, we have
to notify Maya's mother.

You know what?
I'll take care of it.

I gotta head up to Westchester
to see the kids anyway.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- Um,

well, I have some bad news.

Your daughter
was killed last night.

We're gonna do everything
we can to find the person...

[door slams]

♪

- Hey, Jubal.
Just talked to the lab.

We got the DNA results
on Maya's body.

No hits.

- So Conway isn't a match?

- No, but I mean,
him and Maya

could've known each other,
of course.

But there's nothing
on his phone or computer

that suggests that they
had a personal relationship.

- What about professional?

- No.
We searched the search history.

No evidence that he visited
the site "Entice Escorts" or

any other morally-ambiguous
sites, for that matter.

- I wish the tabloids
knew that.

- Hm?

- News of Maya's profession
has leaked.

The coverage is brutal.

"Fed and Sex Toy Murdered."

"High-Class Hooker Dies
in the Arms of Prosecutor."

And my personal favorite,

"Maya Costs More
Than Your New iPhone."

These media pigs
are having a field day

cashing in their legacy
for a bunch of cheap headlines.

All right, listen up!

So now we're gonna assume that
Maya and Conway were strangers,

and given the personal nature
of the attacks,

especially
with regards to Maya,

we'll also assume
that the murders

were not the results
of random street violence,

which means one
was the primary target,

and the other
was collateral damage,

so dig deep and dig fast.

Let's go.

- Hey, we just got Maya's cell
phone data from the carrier.

Looks like she was at a party
shortly before her death.

We don't know the address,

but we do know the initials
of the host.

B.T.
- B.T., right.

- Now, the time of death
was about 11:45 p.m.,

but the last time
Maya's cell phone

pinged off a cell tower
was 10:27 p.m.

here on Varick Street,

which mean she was in Tribeca

within a half mile
of that tower.

- Keep digging, Brother Ian.
There's oil in there somewhere.

- Now, these are all
the Instagram posts

tagged in Tribeca
around that time,

so if I filter
through the captions

and hashtags
with keywords like B.T.,

party, bash, soiree...

Oh.
[laughs]

The oil's officially
gushing, sir.

- Who is Big Tracy?
- That's a rapper.

Getting pretty hot now, too.

- Yeah, he's all over social
media posting crazy photos,

waving guns,
flashing gang signs.

- Track him down.
See what he knows.

[dramatic music]

- [sighs] Yeah,
I heard about that girl.

It's a damn shame.

- Name's Maya.

- Right.

She was a really beautiful girl,
and she could sing.

Like for real, for real.

- Okay, did you notice
anything unusual at your party?

Arguments, confrontations?

- Nah, nothing like that.

- Well, if you did,
you'd tell us, right?

- Oh, of course
I would, Officer.

- It's Special Agent.
Like we said, we're FBI.

- All right, my bad.

It's just--all y'all cops
look the same to me, so...

- [chuckles]
Okay.

There's one major difference.

When you lie to one of us,
it's a felony.

Do you understand that?
- We understand.

♪

- Fair enough.

Did you talk to Maya
last night?

- We talked for a minute
or something.

We talked about her
getting on some records,

you know, doing some hooks.

- So you do know her?

- A little bit.
- How'd you guys meet?

- I don't know.
Mutual friend or something.

- This friend have a name?

- Okay, guys.
That's enough.

You want to keep
asking questions,

I'm gonna have to call
Tracy's criminal attorney.

- If Tracy's innocent,

why would you have to call
a lawyer in the first place?

- [chuckles] I may be
a music manager, Agent Bell,

but I'm not as country
as you may think.

Yale Law School,
class of 2014.

- Okay, so we pulled
surveillance video

from the building
next to Tracy's condo.

There is Maya on her way
into the party

at 9:47 p.m.

And there is Maya
on her way out at 11:05 p.m.

- Smile's gone.
That's for sure.

- She's nervous, in a hurry,
keeps looking over her shoulder.

- Something must've
happened upstairs.

She got nervous
and got the hell out of there.

Keep rolling.
- Mm-hmm.

- I'm guessing
he's what happened upstairs.

Maybe he and Maya got into
some type of argument.

- Could be her pimp.

Brought her to the party
hoping to find clients.

- Yeah, run them through
facial rec, huh?

- Already on it.
[keyboard clacking]

Okay, Marcus King AKA Thumper.

He is from Brownsville,
just like Maya.

A known member of the 718 Gang.

- That's a rough crew--
dealing drugs, money, women.

- Women now?

- New profit center.
Can only sell a kilo once.

Can sell a woman
five, six times a day.

Great business model

if you're a heartless thug,
that is.

- Okay, find out where
Thumper lives, works, hangs out.

Let's go.

- Yeah, I know Maya.
Why you ask?

- She died last night.

- Damn.

- Yeah.
- That's too bad.

She was cool.

I mean,
she grew up around the way.

You know, see her sometimes.
I'd say what's up.

- Did you guys ever work
together in any capacity?

- Nah, nah.

- Did you see her at
Big Tracy's party last night?

- Yeah, I did, little bit.
Said, "Hey."

- When did you leave the party?

[soft hip-hop music playing]

- [laughs softly]

You know, I gotta be honest.

I'm starting to detect
a negative vibe happening here.

You know, it's, like, making me
kind of uncomfortable.

- We're sorry about that.

I guess the thing is,
is we also feel uncomfortable.

- Oh, yeah?
How's that?

- 'Cause you're lying to us.

You and your gang
pimped out Maya.

- [laughs]

Pimped?
So you--

okay, I think you have me
confused with someone else.

I ain't no pimp.
I'm not in a gang.

I'm a music producer.

I produce upcoming artists
like Big Tracy--

- Yeah, no,
that's all very exciting.

However, we're far more
interested in where you went

after Big Tracy's party.

What'd you do?

Get in a cab,
go to a jazz club?

♪

Or did you follow Maya
and choke her to death?

And then shoot a federal
prosecutor in the head?

[tense music]

♪

- I'm done talking.

- Um...

we're gonna see you again.

Only next time,

I think it's gonna be
a little more uncomfortable.

- Okay, here's Maya at 11:16
heading east on Canal.

And here is Thumper
at 11:19 p.m.

heading the same
direction as Maya.

- That confirms
what we thought.

Thumper was following her.

What about Conway?
We have video on him?

- Conway was walking home
around the same time.

I got him on Lafayette Street
walking north at 11:10,

then turning west
onto Franklin at 11:17.

- Okay, so he was walking
towards Maya and Thumper

on a street
a few blocks south of Canal.

- And a few blocks from where
the murder took place.

- And this is Conway at 11:21,
still on Franklin heading here,

his apartment on Church.

- While Maya and Thumper
are over on Canal,

crime scene is in the middle.

- He was just walking home,

saw Maya and Thumper fighting,
wanted to intervene.

Wrong place, wrong time.

- Just spoke to Thumper.
He wasn't very forthcoming.

And for the record,

he's very adamant
that he is not pimp...

[cell phone buzzes]
Or a gang member.

- It's Mona.

She says it's urgent.

- We've been investigating
Thumper and his crew for months.

We have wires up in his car,
his apartment, his club.

- Has he said anything
about these two murders?

- No, he's careful.

Doesn't say too much,
and usually speaks in code.

Except for today.

- What do you mean?

- Big Tracy fired him
as a producer

and Thumper went nuts.

- I don't blame him.

Hanging with Thumper
and the gang put him on the map.

- That's how Thumper
sees it too,

which is why he got so pissed,

which is why he just put out
a contract on Big Tracy's life.

- Really?

Bad news for him,
good news for us.

- Mm, how is that?

- He's vulnerable.
He needs us.

- You want to use
the death threat

to leverage
Tracy's cooperation?

- Yeah, damn right, I do.

- That seems risky.

It's like putting a hen
in front of a fox

and hoping he's not hungry.

- All right,
I get that, but...

it could work.

I really think
this is our best move.

- [sighs]

[dramatic music]

Okay.
- Yeah?

- Let's do that.

♪

- Tracy's playing me
for a punk.

Thinks I'm gonna let him walk?

Thinks there ain't
no consequences?

Then he don't know me,
'cause he's gonna pay.

Full ticket.
No one plays 718 like that.

You in, you in.
You ain't, you dead.

- Relax. This is just
some sort of scare tactic.

- Nah, he's talking.

We had a business disagreement.
That's all.

- You used him and his gang
to make you legit,

to make you interesting.

And then you fired him.
That's not a disagreement.

That is treason
in Thumper's mind, anyway.

- It's more complicated
than that.

- Well, it seems
pretty simple to Thumper.

- All right, so me and Thumper
are having problems,

he want to smoke me.

My question is,
why do y'all care?

- Because our objectives
are now aligned.

- What's that mean?

- It means we both
want Thumper off the street.

Us because
he killed two people,

you 'cause I'm assuming
you want to stay alive.

- So you want me to snitch?

- We would like you
to cooperate.

- Hell, no.
It's not gonna happen.

It would ruin my brand,
my reputation.

Forget all that.

- Okay, then we'll talk about
option number two: prison.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What are you talking about?

- We have you on a wire

bragging about
the armed robbery,

and the five shots you took
at your rival.

Dollar Will.

- They're bluffing, T.

They had something on you,
you'd already be in handcuffs.

- Look, I already told you.
It's not gonna happen.

I'm not a rat.
[door buzzes]

- Well, if your client
decides to change his mind,

please have him give me a call.

[door buzzes]

- Is there anyone else

in Thumper's crew
that we can jam up?

- Well, we have cases
on a few low-level guys,

but they don't interact
with Thumper too often.

- I mean, it wouldn't be worth
the effort or the risk.

- Means Big Tracy's
our only hope

despite all this beef
with Thumper.

- Yeah, except he just said
that he wasn't gonna cooperate.

- Yeah, because he's living
in a dream world.

Thinks all this gangbanging
stuff is a joke,

just some marketing gag
to sell his music.

- Well, it's working out
pretty well for him.

- For now, but...

like they say,
it's all fun and games

until someone
puts a bullet in your head.

- I mean, you want me to get
the $200 tickets or just do...

- Yeah.
- The hundred?

- Naw, let's get the best seats,
all right?

- Come on.
It's our birthdays, right?

- All right.

♪

[suspenseful music]

[gunshots]

♪

- [exhales]
Well done, boys.

- Always a pleasure, Omar.

- I just hope it works.

- Well, he was
definitely terrified.

I didn't know that boy
could run that fast.

- Imagine how scared he'd be
if the bullets were real.

- All right, guys.

Thank you for texting us, Tracy.

- Yo,
these dudes are crazy, man.

At first I thought
they were just talking smack,

but now they're chasing me
and they're shooting at me.

Oh, what do we gotta do
to get them off my back?

- Well, you could help us
build a case against Thumper.

- Thumper goes away,
the threat disappears.

- All right.

- All right, Tracy.
Step one, make up with Thumper.

- All right, I'll call him,
tell him I made a mistake,

and want to get back
in business.

- Then you ask him
to meet up in person--

somewhere private,
a restaurant or a bar.

Once he starts
feeling comfortable,

you bring up Maya.

- Don't push that, okay?

Don't mention the murder
or anything.

Just say her name,
see how he reacts to that.

- You know, I never hurt anyone.
Like, seriously, anyone.

I did all this for clout,
publicity.

It's the business.

But after I found out about
Maya and the prosecutor,

I knew I had to cut ties.

I was either gonna
end up in jail, or--

hell, dead.

- Mm-hmm.

[tense music]

- Okay, we have visual
of Tracy walking into the club.

- Okay, we're up as well.

[indistinct chatter]

- Let's hope the fox
had a big lunch.

- That's not funny.

- I wasn't trying to be.

♪

- Yo, yo, T.
My dude.

Appreciate you
being receptive, man.

[hip-hop music playing]

- ♪ Growin' up like hella
good, now I'm cookin' ♪

- Come on, man, look,

we all do stupid things
sometimes, right?

I'm no different.

- Yo, let me and T
talk in private.

- You got it, boss.

- Look, man, I'm just trying
to put all this behind us,

get back on track,
start that label,

start getting
to this money, man.

- Mm-hmm.
- 'Cause it makes sense.

- Yesterday--
yesterday, it made sense

for you to cut me loose
like a damn dog.

But today,
today it makes sense

for you to kiss my ass so
we can be in business together?

Make that make sense.

- Okay, everyone stay loose.

Thumper's getting
a little suspicious.

- No, no, we move on my order.
You understand?

- Copy that.

- All right, look, man, look.
I'm gonna be honest with you.

I had some people.
They got in my ear, right?

They told me that working
with you was bad for business.

- Hm.

- And like an idiot,
I listened.

- So you ain't
listening now, huh?

How come?
You find Jesus?

- Bro, in a way.

Bro, you know I'm more
like you than all these

fake-ass rap bitches.

So why run away
from what I am, all right?

- You right.
You right.

You belong here.

- Yes, sir.
- With me.

- 100%.
- Right?

Have a drink, man.

What's up, man?
I told you I need a minute.

- You need to see this.

- Where you get this?

- My boy James
just sent it to me.

- You flashing rival signs?
Huh?

You crazy?
- Nah, nah, nah, nah, man.

That was just for press
to sell records.

Come on, you know how it go.

Look, I realized
that it was a farce,

so I took it down--

- It don't matter.
You posted it.

What's wrong with you?

Wait, and look--
look at the caption.

"Ain't nobody's punk."

You coming for me, T?

- Okay, Jubal,
this is getting bad.

- No, we don't move
unless his life is in danger.

- So it depends
on how you define danger.

- I don't see a gun,
so we'll stand down.

- So what's up?
You coming for me?

You telling me how it is?
- No, I'm not.

Look, I don't even know
why you talking.

I don't know why
you talking, man.

I'm trying to do
a business deal--

- Sit your skinny ass down, T.

This ain't no music video.

♪

- Look, man,
it's just a stupid post.

It ain't even up no more--
- Stupid or not,

you got no respect for me.

- I do.

- You damn sure
got no respect for the crew.

- Damn right, he don't.

- Jubal?

- No guns.
Stand down.

- Drag his ass.

Don't beat
his pretty face too bad.

- [grunts]
[glass shatters]

- Get him!
Get him!

[men struggling]

- Are you sure about this?

- Hey, Jubal,
he's getting his ass kicked.

- I said stand down, Maggie.

I'm not blowing this case
over a few punches.

- What, you okay with this?

- Maggie, you play
a tough guy for a living.

Eventually you're gonna
have to pay the piper, right?

[all grunting]

♪

- [coughing]

- Get him medical.

- [sighs]

♪

[knocking at door]

- Hey, you wanted to see me?
- Yeah, hey.

I just wanted to touch base.

- Okay, yeah.
About?

- Maya Depriest.

I heard you took
the notification.

- Uh, yeah, yeah, well,
I was heading up to see my kids

in Westchester anyway,
so I took care of it.

- So this had nothing
to do with the fact

that you also know
Christina Depriest?

- [clears throat]

[soft dramatic music]

If I'm being candid,

then yeah, it had everything
to do with that.

I arrested her in 2014.

♪

So she was a fringe player
in a cocaine ring--

made deliveries
to Hartford, Boston.

And, um,

and she knew
what she was doing,

but she was really just trying
to please her boyfriend.

Anyway, we jammed her up
with a few ounces,

told her she needed
to cooperate, and she--

and she would not roll

no matter how hard we squeezed.

- So you charged her?

- Yeah.
Mm-hmm.

And she ended up
doing five years.

- Which sounds about right.

She was selling cocaine.

- Yeah, I know.

But...

this one just
never felt right, you know?

I'm...

she wasn't a real gangster.

She just fell in love
with the wrong guy.

And the truth is, if...

♪

I think I let my ego
get in the way.

[stammers]
And there was the booze.

I was drinking
a lot at the time.

If I didn't charge Christina,

her daughter does not
grow up without a mother.

She doesn't start hanging out
with gangbangers.

- No, uh-uh.
Don't do that.

Don't blame yourself.

Maya's murder isn't your fault.

♪

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- I know.
[chuckles]

I--I know.

I mean, I'm...

We're always so focused on--

on winning, you know?

On helping, that...

we never really stop and think

about all the consequences

of our noble decisions.

All the people that we hurt.

All the lives that we ruin.

I'll get my head right.

Can I get back to it?
- Yeah.

♪

- Yo, what the hell was that?
Thought you had my back.

- We're working
a double murder here, bro.

We're not gonna burn
our case or your cover

over a fist fight.
- Mm-hmm.

- You know what?
I'm out.

- No, no, no, Tracy.

- You're not done
until Thumper's in cuffs.

You understand that?

- Yeah, well,
he wants to kill me,

so I don't think he's gonna
talk to me about Maya,

or anything else
for that matter.

- So we need to find
a new angle, then.

So come on,
who does Thumper trust?

Hey, who does he talk to?
- Nobody, man.

He's private.
- What about girlfriends?

- Talks to this one girl,
Davina.

- He stay at her place
sometimes?

- Yeah, all the time.

- Okay, maybe he went there
after the murders.

Means that there would be
evidence in that apartment--

could be on
the bathroom floors, clothes.

- Congratulations, Tracy.
You are back in business.

[dog barking]

[tense music]

♪

[knocking at door]

- Hi, what's up, Tracy?
- How you doing?

- Thumper's not here
right now.

I think he's over
in Fort Greene.

- I actually came to see you.

- Me? About what?
- So check it out.

Me and Thumper haven't really
been seeing eye to eye lately.

- Mm-mm, I don't get involved
in his business.

You know that.

- This is bigger than business.
It's about friendship.

I'm trying to figure out
what's going on.

It seems like
something's bothering him.

- Like what?

- Some stuff went down
the other night, all right?

And I thought maybe
that's why he's on edge.

- Well, I don't know
nothing about that,

but he should be back
in an hour or so,

so maybe you should
just come back then.

- Uh, can I use your bathroom?

- Yeah, it's upstairs.
- All right.

♪

- Okay.

- Okay.
We got him.

So we got the search warrant.

We sent a bunch of agents
over to Davina's house

and we actually seized
a half kilo of pure heroin.

- Really? Where is Davina now?
- Interrogation room.

- Yeah, we're heading
over there now.

- Okay, and we know
the drug's are Thumper's.

- I mean, she's got
a steady job,

no prior arrests.

- Good news is she has
a daughter, eight years old.

I don't think she's gonna risk
losing her to save Thumper--

hope not, anyway.

- Right, okay.

Actually, you know what?

I think I'm gonna
do the interrogation.

It's been a while.
Feeling nostalgic.

[door buzzes]

Hey.

So, a half a ki.

That's real weight.
- I got nothing.

- Okay, look, I know who
your boyfriend is, Davina.

So I'm guessing
the drugs belong to him.

Problem is,
we found them in your apartment.

So in the eyes of the law,
they're yours,

which means you're staring down
serious time

unless you're willing
to cooperate.

So did Thumper stay
at your place Tuesday night?

- Don't remember.

- Did you see blood
on his clothes,

on his shoes,
on his hands?

- [scoffs]

- You really want to go
to prison for a guy

that pimps out young girls?

He beats them.
He chokes them.

Look.

You want to know
what your dear,

sweet boyfriend
did Tuesday night?

He killed two people.

This is Maya Depriest.

And this is Scott Conway.

♪

He killed these two people.

This is who you're gonna
go to prison for.

Okay, look.

Bottom line is,
you don't cooperate,

we're gonna charge you
with felony drug distribution.

- [sighs]

- You really want Olivia
to grow up without a mother?

Be smart, Davina.
Please, please.

Think of the consequences.

Don't ruin your life,
your daughter's life,

for what, to protect
some punk named Thumper?

- I won't do it!

I want a lawyer.

♪

- Hey, Ann, get NYPD
back on the crime scene,

re-canvass the neighborhood.

Someone had to see
or hear something.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Kris, how we doing?
- Nothing so far.

- Well, keep pulling video.

There's gotta be footage
somewhere putting this

son of a bitch near the scene.

- Okay.
- Hey, Stuey,

can you check to see
where we are with the warrant

on Thumper's phone,
club, and apartment?

Thank you.

Maggie, OA.
Talk to Big Tracy again.

Find a way to get him
and Thumper back together.

I don't care if he has
to sign over the rights

to every stupid song
he ever wrote.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

[phone buzzes]
- Agent Zidan.

When?

[snaps fingers]

Okay, good.

Same place.
Hey, Jubal.

- Yeah.
- Getting him back in play

might not be as hard
as we thought.

- Tell me.

- That was Tracy.

He says Thumper wants
to kiss and make up.

- [exhales]

- Tracy, what's going on?

- Thumper's being
all apologetic,

but I know something's up.

He probably knows
I was in Davina's apartment

before the arrest.

I think he probably
thinks I set her up.

- Okay, I understand.

But we're gonna be here
to help you, okay?

What we need you to do
is get Thumper to meet you

in a public space outside.

Somewhere like a park.

- Thumper makes a move
or pulls a weapon,

we'll be there to help.

- Yeah, just like last time?
- Last time, there was no gun.

- Yeah, well,
it still hurt like hell.

- You know, if I were you,
I wouldn't complain.

- Yeah, why's that?

- 'Cause you don't really
have a choice, do you?

You either set the meeting,
or you go to jail.

- Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

- He's heading for Thumper now.
- Copy.

I got eyes on both of them.

- What's up, man?

- We see a gun,
we move, okay?

This guy is taking on
some serious risk.

Let's make sure
that we have his back.

- If I didn't know better,

I'd say you're starting
to like this guy.

- No, not really, but he isn't
as bad as I thought he was.

- Look, my bad about
the other day.

Anyway, look, man, if you--

if you up for it,

I want to start
making music again.

- That's what I want, bro.

I want to move past
all this, start fresh.

You and me.

Let's start from square one,
put all this behind us.

Get back on track.

- Bet.
That's what I'm talking about.

We gonna do big things, man.
I'm trying to tell you.

Yo, there's talent
all over this city.

- Oh, I already know, bro.
And you got the eye for it.

You ain't brought me
one wack artist yet.

- Yeah, you know.
- Yo, and Maya?

Bro, she was
something different.

She was special.

- Yeah, she was good.

- Nah, but with a voice like
that and a face like that,

she was a superstar.

- Yo, but she ain't here now.
- I know, I'm just saying--

- That bitch forgot who paid
for her food and her clothes.

I couldn't just let her walk.
So I did what I did.

♪

You feel me?

♪

Didn't wanna have
to shoot that white boy,

but had no choice--

gonna get in the middle,
try to be a hero.

- All right, we got him.

- All right, let's do it.
I'll see you tonight.

- See you tonight.
- All right.

♪

- Take him now?

- Wait to make sure
it's all clear.

- Copy that.

♪

- All right, he's by himself.

It's not too crowded, either.
I'd say we grab him.

- All right, let's get him.

[dramatic music]

- FBI!
Don't move!

- [grunts]
[gunshots]

[both grunt]

- Marcus King,
you're under arrest

for the murders of Maya Depriest
and Scott Conway.

- I told you
it was gonna be uncomfortable.

♪

- Big Tracy was impressive,
though.

Got Thumper to talk about music
and Maya then the murders.

- He's fast on his feet.

- I think rappers
call that freestyling.

- [laughs]

Well, I just hope
Thumper's stupid enough

to want to go to trial.

I swear I'll bury his ass.

- I like it
when you get all feisty.

- Yeah, well,
I'm just glad you got this guy.

And I'm glad the truth
finally came out about Scott.

I really started to lose faith
in my ability to judge people.

- People or men?

- [sighs]

The latter.

- Well, I'm really happy
that Conway turned to be

the guy that you thought.

- Yeah, me too.

What about you?

Are you who I think you are?

- I hope so.
- [laughs]

[elevator dings]
[phone buzzes]

- Oh, good luck with Allison.

- [sighs]

At least she'll know
he died a hero.

♪

- Agent Zidan.

- [sighs]

[door buzzes]

- So we just arrested
your boyfriend for two murders.

The only thing left
on the table

is that half kilo
of heroin.

- I didn't know he was keeping
drugs in my place.

I never would've allowed that.

I have a daughter.

- It's a little late for that.

- Late for what?

- The truth.

We already made the arrest.
You got nothing left to sell.

- No.

- But...

I am going to give you a break.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

Make the most of it.

- [sniffles]
Thank you.

- You're welcome.

♪

[door buzzes]

[exhales]

- We arrested the man
who killed Maya.

His name was Marcus King.

He went by
the nickname Thumper.

I want to you to know
I regret what I did.

I wish I never charged you.

Not asking for forgiveness
or anything.

I just...

wanted you to know.

- This ain't on you, Valentine.

So don't you dare
pretend that it is.

♪

♪

[wolf howls]