All language subtitles for FBI.S04E17 - One.Night.Stand.720p.WEBRip.2CH.x265.HEVC-PSA

- You're going
to be fine, sweetie.

Just take a few deep breaths.

It's probably a stomachache
or a food poisoning.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

John, I really need
to go to the hospital.

- That's not a good idea, babe.
I'll get you some water.

Maybe you're just
really dehydrated.

- No, I need to go
to the hospital right now.

I'm dying.

- She's sick, man.

We need to get her
to the hospital.

- No!

Help!

- She's funny too,
like, for real.

I know. It's ridiculous.

- If you screw this up...

- No, I'm trying.
Trust me, okay?

Been sharing my feelings.

- Wow, a complete rebrand.

- I sent her a text last night.

Just told her
what a great time I had,

that I can't wait
to see her again.

- I literally
don't believe you.

- I'm telling you, Tiff.
I'm a new man.

- So was she overwhelmed by
your honesty and vulnerability?

- Well, I don't know.
She didn't text me back yet.

- That'll teach you.
- Right.

Oh.

Two bodies just found

at General Grant's
National Memorial.

- Dog walker found the bodies
around15 a.m.

Two victims, one male,
one female, both white.

Male has been identified
as John Kraus,

25, took one in the forehead.

Female victim,
Julia Miller, 22,

wasn't so lucky.

- Poor kid.

- Oh, my God.

- Gutted like a fish.

- Damn, that's some satanic,
devil-worshiping thing.

- Robbery?
- Don't think so.

We found cash and credit cards
in their wallets

but no phones.

- Witnesses?

Cameras?

- There are a few
over near the monument

but nothing back here.

If I hear anything else,
I'll be in touch.

- All right, folks,
so two people are dead.

Let's talk about 'em.

- According to DHS records,

they returned from Cancun
just hours before their attack.

- Okay,
a trip to Mexico's helpful.

We scrubbin'
airport terminal footage?

- Yeah, I'm already on it.

- All right, talk to me
about these victims.

- Julia Miller, 22.

Student at NYU.
Born and raised in New York.

Father deceased.
Mother lives in Riverdale.

- Did she file
any recent complaints?

Any prior arrests?

Anything that might point
to these horrific murders?

- No, nothing obvious,
but I'll keep digging.

- What about the male?
- Name is John Kraus, 25.

Graphic designer.
Graduated from NYU last year.

Parents live
in Scottsdale, Arizona.

- Social media?
Wait, were they a couple?

- Looks like it.

Most of their posts
are standard stuff.

Food photos, ski vacations,
beach selfies.

- So they just got back
from vacation, right?

What did they post
about the Mexico trip?

- Nothing.

- Really? That's odd.

So maybe this Cancun trip
wasn't a vacation.

Where are we
on that airport video?

Who picked them up?

- Don't know who,
but I have a visual on the car.

- Good.

- Gray Ford picks them up

outside the Delta terminal
at04.

- Who is this?
Livery, Uber, friend?

- Not sure, I can't see
the driver

or the license plate.
- Yeah, all right.

We need another shot
of that car.

- Gotcha.
- What about their phones?

- Still can't track them down.

There's nothing registered

to either Julia Miller
or John Kraus.

- No phones?
How is that even possible?

All right, there are
some holes to this story.

Let's start filling 'em.

You said her mom lives
in Riverdale, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Let's track her down.

Have Maggie and OA talk to her.

- She was a good kid,
a good student.

She wanted to be a journalist.

- I can only imagine what
you're going through right now.

Do you mind if we ask you
a few questions?

- Julia attended NYU, correct?
- Yes.

She had one more semester.

- And her boyfriend, John?

- He was--
he graduated last year.

He was a graphic designer.

- Okay.
Was anything unusual going on?

Gambling, stalking, drugs,
something like that?

- Oh, no,
not that I was aware of.

- What about money issues?

- Of course,
they were young and broke

like all kids
in their early twenties.

- So the trip
they just took to Mexico.

You paid for that?

- What trip?

- They were in Mexico
for the last three days.

They got back last night.

- That's news to me.

I'm not sure
how they paid for it either.

- Cause of death
for both victims

is pretty straightforward,

but I did find
something interesting

in the female DOA's
small intestine.

Tiny rubber particles.
- That's odd.

- Not if you're
smuggling cocaine.

Tox report just came back.

She had lethal amounts
of cocaine in her blood.

If the knife didn't kill her,
the coke would have.

- She's a drug mule.

- Swallows a few balloons,
hops on a plane,

one of the packages
starts leaking.

- Dealer freaks out,
thinks she's gonna die,

so he cuts her open
to retrieve the dope.

- Anything else, Doctor?

Any physical evidence
on the body?

- Yeah, I found DNA
in the female's fingernails.

Ran it through database,
but came up empty.

- Thanks, Neil.
At least we have a motive.

- Pretty nasty one too,
but it's a lot better

than all that
devil voodoo stuff.

- All right, so the story's
coming into focus.

A couple of kids
trying to make some money

the wrong way.

We making any headway in here?

- Yeah,
pulled some traffic cam video

of the same make and model car
exiting the airport

at09, 3 people visible.

- Okay,
so we get a license plate?

- Yeah, it comes back
to a Benny Gomez, 30,

two misdemeanor drug arrests

and a felony
battery conviction.

- Okay, looks like
we have a suspect.

Get the LK over
to Scola and Tiffany.

- FBI.

Benny Gomez, we need to talk.

Hey, there he--Benny.

Hey, wait!

- What are you doing?

- Suspect is fleeing east on
Florence Avenue in Greenpoint.

- Whoa, whoa! Hey!

- We lost eyes on our suspect
headed south on 25th Avenue.

Name is Benny Gomez.

5'10 Hispanic male,
medium build.

- Talk to me.

- We were able to track Gomez
on security cams

for ten blocks,
but then he disappeared.

- Okay, so he either
has a hiding spot

near where he disappeared

or what,
he hopped on the subway?

- It doesn't appear he has
any family in that area.

- And we were able
to check video

at the three nearest
subway stations.

- All right, so maybe he
took off in a cab or a car.

- Or he stole one?
- Yeah, even better.

Maya?
- Yeah.

Only one car
reported stolen in the area

in the last 15 minutes,
a late model Toyota Camry.

License plate OAB-4345.

- I'll try to access
the GPS system.

- It's empty.

Tiff, I got him.

Is that him out on the roof
talking to another person?

- Yeah, that's him,
but who's that woman?

- I have no clue.
I can't see her face.

- FBI, don't move!
- Put your hands up!

- Face away from me.

- All right, Gomez.

- You're coming with us.

- You're also under arrest.

- What the hell
are you doing, Scola?

- What is going on here, Nina?
- He's my informant, okay?

I've been working
with him for months

trying to take down
the Mexican Regents.

- The Regents?
- Yes, and we're close.

He was about to introduce me
to his boss,

a guy named Octavio Lopez.

- Okay, well, obviously,
we had no idea.

Okay, we tried to talk to Gomez
earlier this morning,

and he took off running.

A few hours later,
we got a lead,

so we moved on him.

- Why do you need
to talk to him?

- He's a person of interest
in a double homicide.

- Gomez?

Come on, he's a runner,
a glorified limo driver.

- Well, the facts
say something different,

so we need to bring him down
to 26 Fed for questioning.

- I'm telling you
he didn't kill anyone.

- I still gotta talk to him.

- I wanna sit in then.

I've been working this case
for seven months, all right?

I need to be in the loop.
Simple as that.

- I'll see what I can do.

- Excuse me.

You wanna unhook me?

- Sorry about that, yeah.
Gotcha.

Hey, and for the record,

sorry about
what happened last year too.

- Oh, that?
Yeah, it's all good, bro.

Not a big deal.

- Gomez is her informant.

She trusts him,
thinks he's innocent,

but she wants to know
what's going on.

Thinks there could be
implications

for her undercover case.

- Fine, but don't let it
influence your interrogations.

If Gomez is involved
in these murders,

we are going to arrest him,

and we're not cutting him
any breaks either.

Yes.

- It's the director.
Said it's important.

- Okay, put him through.

- I keep telling you, man,
I'm just a runner.

I work for Octavio Lopez.
I pick up cash.

I take it from one place
to another.

That's it.

- Come on, Benny.
I'm trying to help here.

All right?
So stop lying to me.

- The director
would appreciate it

if we had someone in custody
by the end of the day.

Apparently, a young woman
gutted and dead on federal land

is a bad look for us.

- It's a bad look
for everyone, isn't it?

- This is you in your car
at the airport, okay?

And these are the two kids
getting into your car

two hours before
they both wound up dead.

- Benny, they know
you're no choir boy, okay?

So as long as you weren't
involved in the murders,

just tell him what you know.

- What are you saying,
I can trust him?

- Look, I'm guessing you
didn't kill those kids, okay?

So the sooner
you make that clear,

the sooner we're outta here.

- Okay.

Octavio's driver got sick,
so he called me.

Told me to go to the airport
and pick up the two kids.

- Where'd you take them?
- To the park.

I was supposed to take them
to Octavio's house,

but the girl said
she wasn't feeling good.

She said
she was gonna throw up.

So I pulled him to the park.

I told her and her boyfriend

to get out,
you know, go outside,

go for a walk,
get some fresh air.

- And what did you do while
they were getting fresh air?

- I called Octavio.

I told him what was going on.
He told me to take off.

Said he would handle the rest.
That's all I know.

- So if you took off
and that's all you know,

why'd you run when we showed up
at your apartment?

- Oh, because I saw the news.
I knew what happened.

I got nervous, so I ran.
Wouldn't you?

- So it looks like Gomez
is telling the truth.

We found video of him
driving away

as John and Julie
were walking into the park.

We also have video of him

going into his apartment
20 minutes later alone.

- And me and Maggie
searched that apartment.

No evidence, no blood.

- What about the DNA
under Julie's nails?

- Doesn't match.
- Thanks.

Hey, so looks like
your informant

was telling the truth.
- Huh, told you he was solid.

- Well, let's
take advantage of it.

Let's wire him up, get him
in the same room as Octavio,

have him ask
a few innocent questions

about the victims' murders.
Maybe we'll get lucky.

- No, I've been working
this case for months,

and I'm too close
to wrapping it up.

I mean, I'm two steps away
from a sit-down with his boss,

Hector Garcia,
street name El Perro.

Look, if you bring in Octavio
for questioning,

El Perro will
take off to Mexico guaranteed.

- I can appreciate
your concern.

- I mean, do you guys
have any proof

that Octavio actually
committed these murders,

or is this just
a fishing expedition?

- What we know
is what Gomez told us,

but it sure as hell
sounds like Octavio

was involved,
his drugs, his mules.

He knew the victims
were in the park,

and he knew
that Julia wasn't feeling well.

- What if we use Gomez
but agree not to arrest Octavio

if he says
something incriminating?

We hold on to the information,
keep Octavio in play

until you get your introduction
to El Perro?

- Yeah, I'm okay with that.

- Yeah, okay.

- Good.
- Great.

- I want you to just
get Octavio talking

about the kids in the park.

Pretend you don't know
they're dead, okay?

You know,
you're just making small talk.

- I gotta take it
real slow man.

Octavio's real suspicious
of everyone.

That dude doesn't trust
his own mother.

I heard him ask her one time if
she was working for the police.

- Hey, just dance
around it, okay?

- Or just ask him
about the college girl, okay?

She got really sick.
Something like that?

- Hey, we got this, okay?

Look, if you don't get
any traction on the victims,

I want you to look around
his house for something

with DNA on it, okay?

A towel, a beer bottle,
a toothbrush, or something.

- Yeah, I can do that.

- Okay, let's do this.

- Oh, Nina don't play, huh?
- Nope, not even been a little.

- Just so we're clear,

no matter what Octavio says,
no matter what we get

on wire or on video,
we're gonna let him walk.

- We just talked about this.

I was the one
who suggested that.

- I just wanted to clarify.

- Benny's pulling up.

- Hey, what's up man?

- You want
something to drink?

A beer? Anything?

- Uh, no, I'm good, but thanks.

- Qué tal, Gomez?
What's so important?

- I just wanted to make sure

everything worked out
the other night.

- What are you talking about?
- The other night?

The kids, the boy and the girl
I picked up at the airport.

- I don't know anything
about none of that.

- Hey, Benny.

Back off a little.
Chill out for now.

- Chill out?
He barely even started.

- Give him some time.

- All right, cool.
If you cool, I'm cool.

- Good.

You got anything else
to talk about?

I gotta pick up my daughter
from school soon.

- No, I just wanted to
touch base about last night,

but I guess we're all good
on that, so.

Oh, there's one other thing.

I met up with my girl Nina
this morning,

the one from Canada.

- Right,
the one with all the money.

- That's her.

She's got lots
of cash behind her.

She was hoping to meet you.

She's just looking
for a new supply, that's all.

- Is she legit?
You checked her out?

- Yeah, yeah, man.

She knows the business
inside and out.

- You remind him about the DNA?
- He knows.

- I don't know. Maybe.
I'll think about it.

- What the hell is he doing?

- Getting the hell
out of there?

- He didn't even attempt
to look for anything.

- You don't know that.

- Nina, two people
were just killed.

A college kid was cut open.
- Don't put that on me.

That is your case
and your problem,

not mine
and not my informant's.

- Look, I know this is
a delicate situation,

that this case
is really important to you,

but we're not here
trying to blow you up.

We just looking for evidence.
That's it.

- You want evidence?
You want DNA?

Okay.

- I need to know what the hell
is going on, like, now.

- Okay, we kind of dated
a year ago.

- Kind of dated?

- All right, look,
we hooked up one night,

and I never followed up.

She's a good agent.

- So she's really smart,
really pretty,

and a really good agent.

Damn, Scola.

You are more screwed up
than I thought.

- Was.
I mean, I've changed, right?

- Yeah.

- There's your DNA. Happy?

- Hey,
preliminary results are in.

The DNA does not match
from the cigarette butts.

- So Octavio isn't our killer.

- Yeah,
it doesn't appear that way.

- I've already talked
to Nina's supervisor,

and we both feel,
at the end of the day,

folding her investigation
into ours

will produce the best results.

- So we're taking over
her case?

- Helping her make an arrest
will allow us

to leverage Octavio
and the rest for answers.

- I get that,
but after what just happened,

I'm a little surprised
Nina's willing to collaborate.

- It's not her decision.
It's mine.

- She doesn't know yet?
- No.

- So the DNA isn't a match,
which means--

- I know what it means.

I already got a call
from my SAC.

- Okay, it is isn't personal.

We're just trying
to make our case.

- Yeah, by blowing up mine?

- And that's not
how it'll go down.

We'll be working the case
with you hand in glove.

- Yeah, no offense,
I don't really want your hand

anywhere near my glove
or my case,

but it is what it is.

- Listen, I want to
clear the air about--

- Look, the meeting
with Octavio

is set up for later today.

The goal is
to make him comfortable

and to sell my cover story,
so you guys need to stay wide.

- Okay. Then what?

- Well,
Octavio is gonna get me

a sit-down face-to-face
with El Perro.

We'll set up the buy,
and we'll do the deal tomorrow.

- Sounds like a plan.
- It is.

Don't screw it up.

- Hey, bro. Good, have fun.

- Octavio and some guy
just walked in.

- Copy that.
- All right, here we go.

He's punctual.
Most drug dealers aren't.

Okay, sending the director
of the FBI to voicemail.

That's bold.
- Well, I don't have a choice.

He wants answers,
and I don't have them.

- Let's be careful, guys.

We don't know how many eyes
he already has in this place.

- Nina, headed towards
your table right now.

- What up, homey?
- What's up, man?

All right,
straight to business then.

- Don't get it twisted.
We ain't doing business.

We're just talking.

This guy says you're cool,
but how do I know that?

- You don't.

- Then why the hell
should I mess with you?

- Because you're
greedy like me.

The people I represent
in Toronto

are looking for a friend
this side of the border,

one that's capable
of delivering a lot of weight.

- How much weight?

- Twenty bricks
every two weeks.

We'll keep buying as long
as the purity is high

and the price is low.

- You don't gotta worry
about the quality.

Our stuff
is as good as it gets.

- He's right,
but bricks don't come cheap.

You're looking at 40 a pop.

- Forty apiece?

- You heard the man.
That's the number.

You think I'm a cop
or something?

You think I'm gonna jump
at a stupid price like that?

- I don't know
who or what you are.

That's the problem.

- Let's go.

- Hold up.

- What's the real price?

- 25.
Purity guaranteed above 70%.

But my boss wants half
the money prior to delivery.

- I gotta make a call,

see how my partners back home
feel about this.

- Okay. Make it fast.

- You're right.
She's really good.

- Nah, homey, you stay with us.

- Yeah, it's all good.

- Hey, you sure she's legit?
- Yeah, yeah.

I did a few things with her
and her people.

- What kind of things?

- Crossing the border
with a load.

On my life, O, she's legit.

- Better be.

- Hey, Nina, you might wanna
wrap up that call.

Octavio is looking nervous.

- Okay, it's not my first deal,

but make sure
you have my back, okay?

- We got it.

- Put that crap out.

I hate when you light
those damn things around me.

- Did you hear that?
- Octavio doesn't smoke.

- Meaning the DNA we tested
from the cigarette butts

wasn't Octavio's.

- What's it gonna be, chica?
You in or out?

- We'll front 20%
as a gesture of goodwill.

That's as far
as we're willing to go,

- Shouldn't be a problem.

We'll be in touch.

Oh, you got this, right?

- All right, it looks
like they're heading out.

You guys ready to follow off?

- We're on it.

- We'll stay on Nina and Gomez
until you guys tell us

that Octavio has pulled away.

Might still be good
for these murders.

I saw him take a drink.

- Yes, sir, I understand.

You will be the first to know,
I promise.

- Let me guess,
the director again?

- Yeah.

- Nina's informant
just got the call.

The meeting with El Perro
is a go.

Set to happen at a park
over in Queens.

- Get that buy money ready.

Listen, I need this deal
to go as smoothly as possible,

so you get down there,
get to work,

and arrest those bastards.

- Hey.

- All right.

12 stacks of 10K each
for a total of 120,000.

- I heard there's
another DNA sample out there.

- Yeah, Octavio's saliva,
so we'll see.

- Yeah, but our deal
still remains the same, right?

You wait until I make my case.
- Correct.

- Look, El Perro
is a major player--

- I know.

He's responsible for what,

a quarter of all the cocaine
in the Northeast?

- More than that.

Not to mention all of
the violence and murders.

- Nina, I get it.

I got your back on this.

I promise.

- Okay.

- It may not look like it,

but the resolution
on this necklace cam is 4k.

- All right.

- May I?

- Yeah.

You okay?
- Yeah, sorry, I just--

- Yeah, let's go.
I have things to do.

- Okay, and there you go.
- Thanks.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

- Gomez is, like,
15 minutes late.

Is there any reason
to be concerned?

- No, he's solid.

He's probably
just running late.

- Just a heads up.

There's no movement
at Octavio's house,

and the meeting
is in 12 minutes.

- Maybe they're
having second thoughts?

- We got a car pulling up.

The driver is
getting out of the car.

- Is that El Perro?

- No, that's Gomez.

- That wasn't part of the plan.

- Scola,
we might have a problem.

- Gomez say anything
about paying Octavio a visit?

- No.
- Then why did he?

- I don't know, probably just
to calm his nerves.

- Yeah, or warning him.

You could be
walking into a trap.

- All right, relax, okay?
Gomez and I are tight.

We've been working together
for three years.

I trust him.

- Gomez has left
Octavio's house.

- Copy that.

- Hey, what if you're wrong?

- I'm good at reading people,

knowing whether
they're trustworthy.

Now let's do this.

- You're late.
- Sorry.

Had to swing by
and calm down Octavio.

He's getting cold feet.

- Yeah, but we're good, right?

- Yeah, but El Perro
won't be at the meeting.

- What do you mean?

- El Perro said he wants
Octavio to see the money

before he decides
to meet with you directly.

It's just a formality.
- That wasn't the deal.

- Their dope, their rules.

Nothing I can do
to change his mind.

- Okay,
we can talk about this later.

It's time to go
get in place, okay?

- Nina's right.

Maggie just said
Octavio left the house,

and he's flying solo.

He should be here
in less than 10 minutes.

- Hey, Octavio
is changing the plan.

He wants to set another meeting
to see the cash

before he arranges
the meeting with El Perro.

- That's not good.

Sounds like El Perro
is getting cold feet.

- Yeah,
but it's our only option.

We have to play it out, right?
- No, it's not.

DNA came back
on Octavio's saliva.

It's a match.
Looks like he's our killer.

- I'm tired of the games.
- Ain't no game.

Our boss just wants proof.
That's all.

- Well, trust
is a two-way street.

You show me the product,
I'll show you my cash.

- Money ain't illegal, dope is.

Means I'd be taking
all the risk.

Who the hell is he?
I don't like surprises.

- He's with me.

- Tell him
to bring it over here.

I want to see it up close.

- Not until I see the product.

- You're a serious lady.
I like that.

- What's that for?
- El Perro.

He'll meet you in Queens
at45,

just you and the cash.

He sees anyone
who's not in this picture,

and the deal's off.

- So you won't be there?
- My job here is done.

- He's changing the plan again.
- I don't like it.

There's too many things
that can go wrong

if we have to wait
until tonight.

- Yeah.

- Scola.
- Isobel, what's up?

- Take Octavio down now.

- I thought we were going to--
- Change of plans.

Murder trumps drugs.
End of debate.

- FBI!

- Ah!

- Okay.

- What the hell was that?

We had a deal.
You gave me your word.

- I know that,
and I am sorry, okay?

But this was not my call.

Nina, this came from the SAC.
The plan kept changing.

Octavio was not
buying your cover.

- What happened
to you having my back

and all that crap
that you said, huh?

Or what, was this
the plan all along?

Let's see what
Nina can uncover.

We'll wait for the DNA,
then we'll make the arrest.

- Like I said,
Isobel got spoo--

- Go to hell.

- Great, thank you.

Hey, great news,
Octavio's lawyer says

he wants to cooperate.

- Oh, that's great.
- Yeah.

I'm gonna have you grab Tiff,
go interrogate this punk

and find out what he knows

and what he is
willing to give up.

And Scola, listen, um,

I am really sorry
about the mix-up with Nina.

There were too many variables.

I couldn't risk Octavio
taking off.

- We hear you wanna talk?
- Yeah, we wanna make a deal.

- Your client killed two people
in cold blood

in a federal park.

He's staring down
a life sentence,

so I don't think
you have much leverage.

- But we're willing to listen,
hear what you have to say.

- Okay, then so
this is all off the table.

Queen for a day
until we make a deal.

Agreed?

- Sure.

- Okay.
Tell them what happened.

Nothing you say
can be used against you

if we don't make a deal.

- Look, I killed those two kids

cause El Perro
told me to do it.

He said
we couldn't take the risk

of that girl overdosing.
- Come on.

He forced you to kill 'em?
You could do better than that.

- He's the boss, man.

If I don't do what he says,
then I get killed,

- But we need more evidence.

- I'll do whatever it takes.
I'll call him on the phone.

I'll wear a wire. You name it.

I'll roll his ass up
on these murders.

Five or six more
plus the drugs.

I know it all, man.
I know names, addresses.

I know where
the bodies are buried.

- All right, we're gonna
need to discuss this

with
the U.S. Attorney's office,

but if you're telling
the truth,

I'm thinking a deal
can be made here.

Oh, and since you're
coming clean and all,

I got one more question
for you.

- Fire away.

- You know, that woman
that you met with,

uh, Nina,
drug dealer from Canada?

- What about her?

- Were you really planning
on introducing her to El Perro,

doing business with her?

- Nina it's me, Scola.
Listen to me.

Call me
when you get the message.

It's important, all right?
We just sat down with Octavio.

Do not reach out to El Perro.

Do not meet up with him
under any circumstances.

He is not planning
on selling to you, Nina.

He's gonna rob you
and kill you.

Call me.

- Hey, went to voicemail?
- Yeah.

I mean, I could try it again.
She's not gonna take my calls.

- Let me try.
- We got to find her.

All right, you keep trying her.
- Yeah.

- I'm gonna track down
her supervisor.

He should have access
to her GPS.

- Okay, her car is
two blocks east on 88th street.

- Moving?

- It just stopped.
- Not good.

Means she's probably meeting up
with someone.

- Hey, I see them.
Should we lay low until--

- We don't have time for that.
Nina, yo, we need to talk.

- Hey, what the hell
are you doing here?

- Are you meeting El Perro?

- Yes, you need to get
the hell outta here.

He's planning to rob you.

- What are you talking about?

- Guys,
I think we have a company.

- I said just you.
No one else.

- FBI, do not move.

- Covering!

- Covering!
- Covering!

- Covering!
- Go, go, go!

Come on! Come over here. Come.

- This is Special Agent
Tiffany Wallace.

We have three people shot
at the corner

of 89th and Relling.

we need medical assistance now.

- Hey, you okay?
How's Gomez?

- He's fine for now.

The doctor said
he got really lucky.

Bullets missed
all of his major organs.

- That's good news.

Look, I know that this didn't
go down like you hoped,

and I'm sorry about...

I should have called you

and told you
what was going on with me.

- We already did this.
Can we just move on, please?

- I'm serious, okay?
I've changed.

- That's fantastic.
I gotta go.

- Let's have dinner.
- What?

- Let me buy you dinner.

- No, I'm good.
- Come on, Nina.

I just want to have dinner
and talk.

That's it.

For God's sake,
I just saved your life.

The least you could let me do

is buy you a piece of fish
or something.

- Okay.

Come on.

- You're not buying me
a piece of fish, okay?

I want a steak.