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[tense music]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

[electronic dance music
playing]

♪ ♪

- Party's over here.

- I know, it's just so pretty.

The river, the lights.
I feel like I'm in a movie.

- Well, well, well.

If I weren't so egotistical,

I would think
you were blowing me off.

- And you'd be right.

- What exactly don't you like
about me?

Is it my notoriety?
My wealth? My G-5?

- I like all of that.
It's really just you.

[Mickey scoffs]
As a person. You're revolting.

- Let's go to London
this weekend.

It's too cold.

- St Bart's.
- It's too hot.

- Okay, fine. Los Angeles.

The weather's
always good there.

- I'll think about it.

- Hey!
- What the hell?

- I want an answer.

Now.

- Okay, fine. No.

♪ ♪

[soft lounge music playing]

This guy's software company
just went public.

Oh, and this dude

is one of the richest guys
in Mexico City.

He owns TV stations, hotels,
breweries.

I think he likes you too.

- Too old.

[phone buzzes]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- You're right, he's too old.

And so is everyone else here.

What do you say we head out
and go get some ice cream?

The three keys
to staying popular.

Never appear excited.
Never say yes.

Always leave early.
- Really?

- No, I'm kidding. Sort of.

- I should head home.
Get some sleep.

- Taxi!

Okay. I'll talk to you soon.

♪ ♪

- Help! Help me!

[panting]

Help me!

[intense music]

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

- Kim Hollins,
Federal Protective Service.

- Special Agent Maggie Bell.

This is Special Agent
Omar Zidan.

- Sorry for pulling you guys
into this,

but it's federal property,
so...

- No, it's not a problem.
What do we know?

- Not much. Female, white.

Shot twice in the back
of the head.

- Any witnesses?

- Doesn't look that way.

- Video?

- We're looking,
but we're coming up short.

- Is this a robbery?

- Don't think so.

Purse, wallet, and cash
are still here.

Only thing missing
is her phone.

- Thanks.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

- All right, come on in.
Good morning.

Victim's name is Nicole Wyatt.

Age 28. Born in Brooklyn.

No prior arrests.

As for the case,
motive is unclear.

Her purse, wallet, cash,
were found at the scene,

so it was not a robbery.

Her phone, on the other hand,
was not there.

So either she didn't have it
with her,

which seems highly unlikely,
or the shooter took it.

Let's assume it's the latter.
Question is, why?

What was he looking for?
What's his objective?

While we ponder
these crucial questions,

Let's get up
on Nicole's phone, huh?

Um, see if it's still on
and pinging,

and then dig into the GPS data,

track her movement
prior to the shooting.

Where was she earlier
in the night?

Did she send or receive
any unusual texts or emails?

- Just pulled up
her social media.

She posted two photos
last night.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

So looks like
she was at a party on a boat.

On a very large boat.
That's helpful.

Let's figure out who else
was at this party

and if anything
out of the ordinary happened.

Let's dig in, people. Let's go.

Hey.

Glad you're back.

- Jubal.

Party was hosted
by Fiona Grand,

marketing director
at Colin Kent Capital.

- Kent Capital throws a party
every year around this time

to help raise money
for breast cancer research.

- My mom was diagnosed
when I was 14.

She found a lump,
went to the doctor.

That was pretty much it.

Died seven months later.

So I try to help out.

Raise money,
increase awareness.

We have fun doing it too.

Fiona throws one hell
of a party.

- [chuckles]

Although I'm not very good
at staying on budget.

- Yeah, we did see the boat.

- Um, we're here
because we have some bad news.

Unfortunately, one of your
guests, Nicole Wyatt,

was killed
after she left your party.

[pensive music]

- That's terrible.

Do you know what happened
or who did it?

- No, not yet.
We're still investigating.

- So do you guys recall
any arguments or altercations

at the party?

- Uh, no.
No, not that I'm aware of.

- Everyone seemed to be
having a great time.

Eating, drinking,
soaking up the beautiful views.

- How well did you know Nicole?

Spoke to her a few times,
that's about it.

- Okay. How about you?

- I saw her all the time
at parties, fashion shows.

She was an amazing woman.

Smart, funny, outspoken.

And absolutely beautiful,
of course.

- We're gonna need
to see your guest list.

As well as all of your
surveillance footage.

- Of course. Whatever you need.

- Thank you.

- Jacob Adler, Regan
Remington, Robert Harper.

Just keeps on going.
It's like the guest list

was pulled straight
from the "Forbes" 400.

- Oh, on the male side, anyway.

Female side looks like it was
ripped straight from "Vogue."

Virtually all the women

that attended the party
were models.

- Newsflash: rich men
like beautiful women.

- Well, maybe it's not
a revelation,

but could be a lead
that gets us to a motive.

Hey, we need to dig deeper
into Nicole's personal life.

Her finances, her friends,
her boyfriends.

Did she file
any police reports?

Restraining orders?
Injunctions?

Kelly, where are we
with the video?

- No video on the boat.

Party planner turned off
all the cameras.

Said it was standard practice
for this "type of crowd."

- But we did find some
security footage

from the marina.

This is Nicole
leaving the party at 9:43 p.m.

She walks off the yacht
with another woman.

- Didn't get any hits
off facial rec,

but we ran the actual image
of her face

and got a hit
on a social media account.

Looks like the same person.

Without all the fuss.

You know, the hair,
makeup, clothes.

- Get a name?

- No, nothing official.

Name on the account just says
"Julia in Real Life."

- Okay, track the IP address.
Let's go.

- Yeah, that's my daughter.
Her name's Julia.

- Is she here?

- No, she's at school.
Why? What's this all about?

- Uh, we're investigating
a murder,

and we just have
a few questions to ask her.

- Why would Julia know
something about a murder?

- Because she was
with the woman

who was killed last night.

They were seen leaving
the party together.

- No. That-that can't be true.

- Um, is this Julia?

- It looks like her,
but, I mean,

this girl's all made up.

Fancy clothes, fancy hair.
Like a model.

- That's what she does
for a living, right?

- No, Julia's not a model,

and she wasn't on some yacht
last night.

She was at her friend
Sophie's house,

studying for a history test.

- A history test?
Ma'am, how old is Julia?

She just turned 15 last week.

- No, we didn't study
last night.

Julia just told her mother that
so she could stay over.

- So she did stay at your
apartment last night.

- Yes.

- Okay, what time
did she get there?

- About 10:45?

- Okay, do you know
where she was before that?

- At a party.
On a boat or something.

- Okay, do you have any idea
why Julia was at a party

on a boat with adults
on a school night?

♪ ♪

- Sophie, it's really important
that you tell us the truth.

- Because she gets paid.

- Paid to go to parties?

- Yeah. Rich people parties.

- And what exactly
does she get paid

to do at these parties?

- She does what
she tells her to do.

- Hey, Sophie?
You can trust me.

What kinds of things
does she tell her to do?

- She makes her have sex
with people.

- Who's she?

- Her name's Nicole.

She used to be a model
or something.

But it's not Julia's fault.

Her mom is sick,
and they need to buy

these expensive drugs,
but they don't have much money.

- It's okay.
We understand.

We don't blame Julia
for any of this.

- Do you have an idea
where Julia might be?

We need to talk to her now.

- I don't know.
She left early this morning.

She got this text.
She was all freaked out.

Said her friend got murdered
last night.

And that she thinks
someone might be trying

to kill her too.

- All right, eyes up, people.
This is Julia Walcott.

She's a sophomore
at St. Mary's Academy.

She just turned 15.

And she is the young lady
that left the party

with Nicole Wyatt last night.

She was last seen this morning

at her friend Sophie's
apartment

on the Upper West Side.

We need to find her right away.

She might be in danger,

and she might have information
relating to Nicole's murder.

So let's go to work
and find this girl.

Hey, you hear from Julia's mom?

- Yeah, I just spoke to her.
She doesn't know anything.

She hasn't even heard from her.

- Okay, what about
Julia's phone?

Her phone's been shut off
since 7:45 a.m. this morning.

Looks like she's trying
to get off the grid.

- So if the friend, Sophie,
really was telling the truth,

and Julia was getting paid
to have sex

at "rich people parties"--

- Means Nicole was her pimp.

- Right, which begs
the question,

was Nicole exploiting
other young girls as well?

- We don't have any proof,
but I'm guessing

the answer's yes.

- So is this why Nicole
was murdered?

Or is it just
a disgusting side note

in an otherwise random crime?

- [sighs]
Right.

- Uh, why don't you guys
head over to Nicole's,

see what else you can find.
- Okay.

[pensive music]

OA. What's up?

- Nothing, nothing.

- I'm not buyin' it.

- No, I'm fine. Nothing.

- Okay, well I'm buying it
even less now.

What's going on?

- [sighs]
Okay, uh.

Few months ago, I was working
the tip line,

and I got a phone call
from a young girl,

16 years old,
said her name was Madison.

And she was receiving money
to sleep with rich guys.

She would meet them
at a restaurant in Soho

called Spino's,
and then she would go off

to a hotel or an apartment
after.

I started asking her
more questions,

and she got nervous
and hung up.

- Did you investigate?

- I tried, but nobody
knew anything.

- Well, look, technically,
she didn't

even report a federal crime.

I mean, most agents would have
taken that call

and told her to call NYPD,

not even given it
a second thought.

- Yeah, but I could have--

could have pulled video
from the neighborhood,

I could have set up a pole cam
outside of the restaurant.

- Yeah, and diverted resources
from active investigations

with more credible facts
and evidence.

Hey, look, OA--

the odds of this case
being connected to that call

are really...
both: Slim.

- Yeah.
- Yes, I know.

But not impossible, Maggie.
Not impossible, right?

- What's the first thing
they tell you

when you choose to work
the tip line?

- I know.
- No, no, no, come on.

Answer the question.

- That the only thing
that is guaranteed

is that you'll screw up.
- Yeah.

They'll chase the 999 calls
that turn out to be nothing

and miss the one call
that turns to be something.

OA.

This girl that's missing,
that's not on you.

Come on.

- Okay.

- Hmm.

Looks like Nicole
lived pretty well.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- See a note
lying around anywhere?

- Mm.

No.

- Bingo.

Check it out.

- "Great singing
the other night

"even though you were rude.

"I'm not gonna stop sending
flowers until you say yes.

"Hope you like orchids.
Looking forward to tomorrow.

"PS, stalking used to be
considered romantic.

Love, M."

- That's creepy, right?
- It's definitely creepy.

- Okay, I'll call Jubal,
have him check

Nicole's social media
a week prior to the murder.

- Yes, I know Nicole Wyatt.
Yes, I did send her flowers.

- So you admit
you were stalking her.

- I admit to energetically
pursuing her.

- Same thing.

- Oh, I get it.

You're one of these
faux-feminist men

whose mission in life
is to save

the huddled female masses
from toxic masculinity, right?

- Nope, nope, just saying

you can't really
stalk someone in a good way.

Sort of a paradox.

- It's called romance, bro.

[clears throat]
All the best movies of all time

have had a stalker subplot.

It's a fact.

- Yeah, well,
this is real life,

and we got a dead body
on our hands.

- Are you saying--

Nicole is dead?

- Yeah, she was murdered
last night.

- [scoffs]

And you think that I--

Look, I didn't kill Nicole.
That's preposterous.

I liked her. A lot.

Where'd you go after
the boat party last night?

- To my apartment.

Midtown. 447 Fifth Avenue.

Check the video,
ask my doorman.

Or ask my date.
I believe her name was Celeste.

- All right.

Let's assume that
we believe you.

That you're just
some creepy old dude

that likes to pursue women
that don't wanna date you.

- Fair enough.

- What can you tell us
about Nicole?

Do you know anyone
that might want to hurt her?

- No, like I said,
she was great.

She was very social.
She was very generous.

- She was a pimp.

Trafficked this kid for sex.
Only 15.

- You seen her before?

- Uh--

- Yeah, she was--
she was at the boat party.

Okay, look.

I knew that Nicole
managed some younger models.

I even slept
with a few of them too.

But they were all
older than 22.

Okay? That's my rule.

I only sleep with women
older than my daughter.

- How noble.

- There it is again.

It's that virtue-signaling
do-gooder thing.

It's-it's a bad look, right?

Just shooting you straight,
bro.

- Appreciate that.

- Did Nicole ever mention
she was having any problems?

That someone, other than you,
of course,

was stalking or harassing her?

- No.

But I did see something

sort of suspicious
the other day.

Okay.

As I was dropping off
the flowers at her building--

this is probably nothing--
but there was a guy

dressed entirely in black,
sitting in an SUV

on the corner
of Chambers and Church.

It reminded me of this
character that Ryan Gosling

played in this picture
I just made, "Hitman in Love."

- All right,
we'll look into it.

After we check out your alibi,
of course.

For your sake,
I hope it's clean.

- For my sake, I hope it isn't.

- What the hell does that mean?

Means there's this little part
of me that hopes you're guilty.

Just shooting you straight,
bro.

- Did you confirm
that movie producer's story?

- Yeah, pulled video
from his building.

He arrived home
with a young woman

at 9:39 p.m.

There's no way
he's the shooter.

- He was telling the truth
about the guy in black too.

Pulled video
from Chambers and Church.

Can't really see his face,

but got a good look at the
plate of the black Durango.

Car's owned by a security firm
called CW Solutions.

- Eyes up, people.

- Corporation is wholly owned
by a veteran, Curt Williams.

Spent three tours
in Afghanistan, Special Forces.

12th Infantry.

- All right, Curt Williams,
people.

Go to work.

What else do we know
about this guy?

- Uh, not much,
but Kenny Crosby might.

I'm pretty sure he was
in the 12th Infantry too.

- How-how in God's name
do you know that?

- We had drinks one time.

He told me all about
his time overseas.

And, not to boast,

but I have
a near-photographic memory.

- Does not surprise me.
Call Maggie.

Tell her to reach out
to Crosby ASAP.

[suspenseful music]

- Yeah, I don't know Curt
too well.

We did work together
on a few operations.

- Right.
- He's pretty good

under pressure.

- When was the last time
you spoke to him?

- Uh, maybe four
or five years ago.

He's got a real dark side,
though.

Not sure if he was born
that way,

or if the war
made him that way.

- This is the address.

Looks more like a pawn shop
than a security firm.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Curt!

It's Captain Crosby,
12th Infantry.

Working with the FBI now.

Just want to talk to you
about something.

- Oh, Maggie, he's running
out back!

[intense music]

- Hey! Hey, stop!

FBI!

- I didn't do nothin'.

- Curt Williams?

- No. It's Trevor.
- Close enough.

Where's Curt?
- I don't know.

- You ever hear Curt
mention the name Nicole?

- No. Never.

- Kay, so why was he parked
outside of her building

dressed in black
a few days before she died?

- Don't know, but I got
nothing to do with any of that.

- What exactly do you guys do
at CW Solutions?

- Not sure--
I answer phones

and pass along messages
to Curt.

- Okay, so it's just
you and Curt?

That's the whole company?
- Yeah.

- You don't know what you do?

You don't know what problems
you find solutions for?

- I don't, man.
I don't want any trouble.

All right? I'm on probation.

Known Curt a long time.

I needed a job,
and he gave me one.

- Where's Curt live?

- Look, Trevor.

You want us to help you,
you have to help us.

So give us the address.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- That's him inside.

- Hey, Curt!
We're with the FBI.

We have some questions for you.
Can you step outside?

Do you want to take the lead
since you know him?

- Yeah, sure.

[engine revs]

Hey, Curt.

Call for backup!

Try and contain him
to the west.

[intense music]

♪ ♪

Sergeant Williams.
Stop right there.

This is Captain Crosby,
12th Infantry.

Remember me?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Captain Crosby.

The hell are you doing here?

- Look, I just wanna talk
to you.

Okay? Soldier to soldier.

- I appreciate that, sir.

- Okay.
Now, first thing's first.

That gun.

I'm gonna need you
to put it on the ground.

- You're absolutely right, sir.
I apologize.

- No!

[grunts]

♪ ♪

[groaning]

- Oh, my God.
Kenny!

- [groaning]
- Okay.

- This is Zidan,
we have shots fired.

Agent down.
Send a medivac to our location.

- Help is coming.
Stay with me.

- [gasps]

- Kenny, we're here.
Everything's gonna be okay.

Kenny, you gotta stay with me.
Keep fighting.

- [groans]

[apprehensive music]

♪ ♪

- Hey.

They're working on Crosby now.

They're not gonna know anything
for at least two hours or so.

- But he's breathing, right?
He's in, uh, stable condition?

- Yes.

But he lost a lot of blood.

- You know, Kenny's been having
a hard time lately.

He was involved
in an off-duty shooting.

He's been struggling
ever since.

- I didn't know that.

- Putting him in the field

to have him engage with a
fellow soldier's a bad idea.

Why didn't you call me?

- Why don't I call you?

- Kenny's under my command.

You wanna use him,
you ask my permission.

- Okay.

I understand
that you're upset--

- Of course I'm upset!
- Jess.

All due respect, that's on him

to tell you that he's working
with us, not me.

- If you just had the decency
to follow protocol,

none of this
would have happened!

- Okay, so you do think
this is on me?

- Maggie.

- You don't get to talk
to me like this.

- Agent Bell.

Scola just got a hit
on Crosby's jeep.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Curt Williams! FBI.

Come out with your hands up.

- On my visual.

- Drop the weapon now.

Put down the weapon, Curt.

- Drop the gun.

Or you're a dead man.

♪ ♪

- Yes, I shot Crosby.

But it was self-defense.

He came at me, gun drawn.

I did what I had to do.

- Did you shoot her too?

- No. I don't know who that is.

- You sure about that?

- Yes.
[phone buzzes]

- You might want to rethink
your strategy.

- What are you talking about?

- I just got a text
from St. Vincent's hospital.

Agent Crosby just died
on the table.

That means you're officially
up for the death penalty.

♪ ♪

Unless of course,
you cooperate.

- I tell you the truth,

you take the death penalty
off the table.

- I will speak to the
U.S. Attorney's office.

I will tell them
that you are cooperating,

but that's that best I can do.

- Yeah, I killed her.

I shot her twice in the head.

Near the stairs
of some old building.

- Why?

- Because some guy
offered me 300K.

- To kill Nicole.
- Yeah.

And two other people.
Um, girl named Julia.

- Is that her?

- Yes.
- You killed her? She's dead?

- No, I was looking for her,
but I never found her.

- And what about
the third person?

- [sighs]
Name's Pierre Nagy.

I shot him twice in the head.

In Budapest, of all places.

- Who hired you?
- I don't know.

I didn't ask for a name.

I met him someplace in Queens.

Kind Café.

- Can you identify him?

- No, he had a mask on.

Like, you know, for COVID.

- Did he say why he wanted
these three people killed?

Did he pay you?

- Yeah,
paid me 100K in Bitcoin

after I did Pierre,
and then he paid me

another 100K
after I did Nicole.

Okay, so, what happens now?

- You stay in this tiny,
little, crappy room

until we move you to a tinier,
crappier room,

where you'll spend
the rest of your life.

- Jess, hey, listen.
I am so sorry about Crosby.

I feel terrible.
He was a great agent.

- He's not dead.

- What?
- I lied.

- Text is from my plumber.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Elise, I need your team
to start digging

into a guy named Pierre Nagy.
He lives in Budapest.

Curt apparently killed him
two nights ago.

We need to figure out
how he is connected

to the whole thing,
but right now,

our focus is on who hired Curt.

Who's Curt's client?

Did you find any video
near the café?

- Uh, we have a few shots
of them sitting

across from each other,
but like Curt said,

the guy was wearing
a face covering.

- Uh-huh, any footage
of him coming or going?

Did he arrive or take off in
a cab or a rideshare service?

- More like
a chauffeur-driven Maybach.

Just found this
two blocks from the café.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.

So can you grab
the license plate?

- Got it. Running it now.

- Okay.

- Car comes back
to a Sub S corporation

owned by Nathan Tate.

- Nathan Tate?

- White, male, age 64.

And apparently the 26th richest
person in the United States.

- Right, well, it definitely
looks like him, right?

Same complexion,
height, weight.

All right, people,
we need to find a connection

between Nathan Tate
and Nicole Wyatt.

A phone call, a photo, a text.
Go to work.

- Hey, I got something.
- Yeah.

- Found a text
on Nicole's burner.

Sent from her to someone
with the initials NT.

- That's good.
Did you run the other number?

See if it's registered to Tate?

- It's another burner,
but the text is pretty juicy.

- "In your best interest
to invest 100 million

in the fund discussed."

There's a few other
similar texts as well.

All are kind of cryptic

but definitely convey
the same message.

Invest 100 mil in this fund
or else.

- Right, so...

Nicole traffics Julia to Tate
and then shakes him down

for a $100 million investment.
Big ask.

- Well, not for a guy
worth 55 bil.

- Which is why she probably
set him up in the first place.

- That sounds like motive
to me.

Now we have to confirm that the
guy who was being blackmailed

with the initials NT
is actually Nathan Tate.

- No. I don't recognize him.

- Well, is it possible
that that's the man

you met at the café?

- Yeah, sure.
Anything's possible.

- Okay, I want you
to take a look at this for me.

Let me know if you hear or see

anything that might ring
a bell.

- With ruthless discipline
and focus,

I set out to find
the most talented doctors,

scientists, and researchers
I could find,

and then I ana--

- Recognize his voice?
Mannerisms?

- No, but I recognize
his watch.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Yeah.

When we were talking,
I kept looking at it,

wondering how much it cost.

The answer's $475,000.

- We need a lot more
than a watch and a Maybach

to charge Nathan Tate
with murder.

- Well, I agree,
but we can still

bring him in for questioning.

- Do you really think
he'll talk?

- It's possible.

Tate's not used to being
in a concrete room.

It's on the wrong side
of the power dynamic.

Might fluster him just enough
to say something stupid.

- It might,
but it's highly unlikely.

- I get that Tate has a lot
of connections in D.C., but--

- This has nothing to do
with politics, OA.

Please don't go there.

- Just want to find Julia.

She has to be really scared
right now, Isobel.

- Bringing in Tate
isn't the answer.

So stand down.

We have to play
the percentages,

and the percentages are
that Tate is gonna lawyer up

the second he is brought
into that interrogation room.

So why are we gonna
tip him off?

Why are we gonna let him know
he's a suspect?

The second we release him,
he's gonna destroy

any and all evidence,
and then circle the wagons

with the best attorneys
in town.

- Yup.
- Hey, uh, got something.

- Julia just reached out
to her mother five minutes ago.

She's leaving town,
wants to talk to her

before she goes.

- Good.

- She said a friend
was giving her money

and gonna fly her
to a house in South Beach?

So she wants to say goodbye
in person.

Who would want to kill Julia?

- Did she mention any names?

- No, she just kept saying
that she was sorry,

and she didn't mean
for any of this to happen.

- Okay, well, look,
we're gonna talk to her now,

we're gonna--we're gonna
help her through this.

- What is going on here?

- We are still investigating,

but we do believe
that she is being trafficked.

- She's a victim.
Somebody is exploiting her.

They're preying on her.

- Guys, I got eyes on her.
Northeast corner.

[tense music]

- Julia!

Julia! Julia!

- I'm on it!
- Julia!

Julia!

[car horn honks]
[screams]

Julia!

♪ ♪

Julia!

- This is Agent Zidan, we have
an abduction in progress.

Black Lincoln Town Car heading
west on east 53rd street.

- All right, good news--
OA caught three letters

of the license plate, T-J-K.

Cross-reference that with
the make and model of the car--

black Lincoln Town Car,
2011, 2010.

See what comes back.
Hey, Hobbs.

Make sure the BOLO
is city-wide,

NYPD and State Police
in the Tri-State Area.

- Got a hit.
- Yeah?

- Car's leased by
a charitable foundation

called Bond Empowerment, Inc.

- Bond Empowerment, Inc.
Okay, that's a start.

Run the names of
the directors, the officers--

see if anyone looks familiar.

Only name I recognize
is Fiona Grand.

- The woman who hosted
the yacht party?

- Yeah.
She's one of the trustees.

- OA, I need you and Maggie

to track down Fiona Grand
right away.

Okay, good.

The hell is going on here?

- I'm sorry, I'm confused.

What does a man
driving a black Town Car

have to do with me?

- The car was leased
to a charitable foundation

called Bond Empowerment, Inc.

You're on the board.

- Yes. I'm one of 16 trustees.

But that doesn't mean
I know anything about the car

or the man who was driving it.

- Have you ever seen
this girl before?

- No, I've never seen
her before.

- Okay, you're sure?

- I'm positive.
- Okay, well you're lying.

- Excuse me?

- She was at your party
last night, right?

- Yeah, but that doesn't mean
I've ever seen her.

Why are you talking
to me like this?

Asking me these questions?

- Because we think
that your friend Nicole

was trafficking her for sex.

- What?
- What the hell is going on?

- I'm sorry, sir,
we are, uh,

investigating an abduction.

- I understand that,
but right now,

you're in my office,

talking to my employee,
my-my friend.

You need to ask
for a lawyer right now.

These questions are
out of line.

I'm sorry.

You know what, I've seen
too many innocent people

hung out to dry
simply for trying to cooperate.

- Okay, well, we just have
a few more questions,

so if you do not mind--

- No. I should listen to Colin.

I want a lawyer.

- Okay.

- I'm sorry,
I want to help, but--

- Mm-hmm.

- Your questions were
getting confrontational.

♪ ♪

- So Fiona made a call
to a burner phone

ten seconds
after you guys left.

It pinged off a tower
in Brooklyn

near Flushing and Adelphi.

- Okay, definitely worth
checking out.

- I'll call it in.
Update the BOLO.

- Okay, then meet us
at Flushing and Adelphi.

We'll start canvassing
the neighborhood.

We gotta find
this girl fast, guys.

- Oh, hey.
Any word on Crosby?

He's stable.

But we won't know
what that actually means

for another few hours.

- So basically he's...

- Fighting for his life.

- Any luck with the Lincoln?
Julia?

- Nothing yet.
There's a lot of black cars

on the road these days, so--
- Got it.

License plate is a match,

car was heading east
on Assembly Road.

- Okay, throw up a map!
Check it out!

Okay, if he keeps
heading east from there,

there's a good chance
he's heading to the Navy Yard.

Lot of empty buildings
and warehouses there.

Place to do bad things.

Let's keep pulling video
along Assembly Road,

but closer to the Navy Yard.

Hey, it's Jubal--
I need eyes in the sky

over the Navy Yard in Brooklyn.

We're looking
for a black Lincoln.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- No body.

- Pop the trunk.

- Uh...

- Clear!
- Hey!

We have footprints
going this way.

- All right, what about
the fire?

- Let it burn.

♪ ♪

Maggie.

She's alive.
Two gunshot wounds.

- We've got a victim
with two gunshot wounds

to the chest.

We need an ambulance
to the Navy Yard.

- Scola, Tiffany,
I got Julia in the basement.

Hey, Julia. Hey, hey.

We're with the FBI.
You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

[apprehensive music]

♪ ♪

[siren wailing]

You stay strong.

- She lost a lot of blood.
- Okay, hang in there, Julia.

[monitor beeping]

Can you look at this man?

Have you ever seen him?
Has he ever hurt you?

Has he ever touched you?
Anything?

- They have my friend, Sunny.

- We're losing her.

- No.

♪ ♪

Please, please, please,
please, please, please.

[sustained high-pitched tone]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Um.

Uh, I just talked to OA.

Julia didn't make it.

She died in the ambulance.

- Who are these people?

Who manipulate and exploit
and murder?

- Yeah.

It's pretty hard to believe.

But, um--

we got him.

- What are you talking about?

- Before Julia passed,
she ID'd Tate.

Said he touched her.
That he hurt her.

- Arrest that bastard.

- Yes, ma'am.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- You okay?

- This is his building, right?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

It's him.

It's Nathan Tate.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]